by Susan Sass
Feeling violated, Faith had begun to struggle against her bonds and bridle. She had wondered how, after all had gone on, she could continue to feel shame, but she did, deeply. Revived a little by the numbing cold water, her anger began to surface, pushing away the feelings of defeat. She was suddenly very sick and tired of being treated like livestock.
The girl led Aya away and spoke to her for a few moments. Aya hurried back, her eyes lit brightly with excitement. Without a word to Faith, she grabbed her hips and began probing Faith’s privates like a groom checking a mare for signs of oncoming heat. There was a growing cluster of people standing around, staring. It was more than Faith could take. She’d rather be beaten than this. She fought with every ounce of her waning strength, but Aya just kept digging around as if she were standing still. Inarticulate curses rose up in her throat. Tied as she was, there was no escape. She longed to just disappear and die.
No longer supported by Aya’s hands, the exhausted young woman collapsed to the ground, oblivious to the added strain on her neck and back the anchored bridle caused. She heard Aya order her out of her bonds.
“Here it comes.” Faith had thought to herself. “What is she going to do now that she’s found out I still have a cherry? Auction my first fuck off to the highest bidder? Give me to that guard that almost beat me to death so he can finish the job as he tears my insides out? Will everybody be invited to watch?”
Hate and anger had boiled up inside of her. As Aya had reached down and tried to drag Faith to her feet, she had exploded. No one was going to take her. Enraged, she had gone for the nearest person which happened to be the focus of all the fear, all the rage. She was going to kill anyone who even tried to touch her again or be killed. Faith had felt there was nothing left to lose. Again and again she had attacked. Again and again, her weak, clumsy efforts had been thwarted. Then in the blink of an eye, she had been lifted up off her feet and was hauled off to god knew where again.
“My choice!” She had screamed to nobody and everybody. “My choice!”
The trip had not far; before she knew it she’d been dangling over a dark, freshly dug pit. Faith had screamed in terror. The maw in the earth had looked like a grave. Then she had been falling, falling, landing on its muddy bottom.
“No-o-o!” She had screamed, not in pain, the soft bottom had saved her from any further injury. The scream had come from the depths of her soul. She’d never liked enclosed spaces. When in crowds in a cramped space such as an elevator, she would always break out in a cold sweat as her heart pounded in panic. She would have to do breathing exercises to keep from totally loosing it.
Faith had sought an escape, her breath coming in short panting gasps, even after a piece of plywood had been slid over the opening, shutting out the sun. Digging her fingers and toes in the earthen walls of her new prison, she had climbed, sobbing, begging for mercy, pleading to be let out. Bit by agonizing bit, she’d struggled up, managing to ascend about six feet before wall gave way, showering her with loosened soil.
The miniature cave-in had added barely a few inches to the bottom. Faith had frantically brushed it from her body as is brushing off a shower of poisonous spiders. So this was how it would end. She would be buried alive in a cold, wet tomb, the earth slowly collapsing in on her, squeezing the very breath from her body by its weight, alone.
The walls had begun to move together, no matter how deeply she drew breath, there had been no air. Certainly, her screams had been muffled, deadened by the natural sound dampening walls that encroached closer and closer. Faith had collapsed in the mud, curled in a fetal position, and pulled clumps of hair from her scalp. Her screams had devolved, becoming more like animalistic howls until her overtaxed vocal chords had failed. Still she had continued even though no real sound had come out.
Faith couldn’t remember the wood being pulled aside. She didn’t have the slightest clue how she had been lifted from her hellish tomb. Her next memory had been the brilliant light of the tropical sun, blinding her. Something in shadowed silhouette had hovered over her… another human!
A silent cry of joy and gratitude had escaped Faith’s lips. She’d thrown her arms about her rescuer as sobs of gratitude shook her being. Someone had pity. Someone had pulled her from the pit.
Faith’s light starved eyes had begun to focus. She’d seen palm trees and blue skies. She’d seen the man standing over her, smiling down at her and her savior. Even in her state of altered reasoning, it had struck her that his eyes were warm. One Might even have described them as gentle. It was then that she’d realized that she was clinging to Aya.
Gasping in horror, Faith had released Aya from her desperate embrace and scuttled crab-like backwards out of arm’s length. She was convinced Aya would interpret her actions as aggression and would throw her back in the hole. In her panic, Faith had jumped to her feet and run as hard as she could in the opposite direction, seeking escape.
“You know we will catch you, Faith,” She’d heard Aya’s voice behind her. “Stop now unless you want to make that pit your new home.”
Those words had aborted Faith’s attempt to run away as surely as if she had hit a brick wall. Miserably Faith had turned. Step by agonizing step, she’d made her way back to her trainer and the man. Something was going very wrong. Her heart, which had raced so often lately, had begun to beat erratically. The sun had been very hot, but Faith had felt ice cold. She had begun to shake and shiver, making it impossible to remain on her feet. Beneath her feet, the ground had tilted, driving her to her knees. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
One thing Faith had known for certain. She was truly dying. If she didn’t get help soon, her body would go into such deep shock, she would never recover. Death and dying, even being killed had been on her Mind a lot over the past few days. Suddenly, Faith had realized that all her bravado was bullshit. Faith discovered that she very much wanted to live.
Too weak to walk, too weak to crawl on all fours, using every ounce of her waning strength, she had dragged herself on her belly until she’d reached Aya’s feet. Unable to rise to the proper kneeling position, Faith had kept her head down; her forehead supported on the ground, tucked her knees under her belly and clasped her hands above her head in supplication just before consciousness ebbed away. At that moment Faith had pulled back a bit and the slave Faith was born. It would be a long time before transformation was complete, but it was a beginning…
Chapter 2
Faith nodded, indicating she was alright and relaxed back into a pillow. She wished she had her voice so she could ask tiffany a Million questions. There was so much left unanswered. Why Faith? Why not someone else? Someone willing? She had no doubt sex would be involved, especially after that incident at the Compound, but what else was expected of her? Was there any chance for escape?
The doctor and the man entered her room. The doctor studied his notes and nodded.
“She’s recovering nicely. Her urine is a perfect lemon yellow.” The doctor commented to the man, pointing to the catheter bag. “The bruising is mostly topical except in her groin. There was deep tissue bruising and severe swelling. No serious damage, but it will take a couple of days to heal.”
The doctor gently pulled back the sheets revealing why Faith felt heaviness and cold surrounding her pelvis and hips. She was covered in a pile of ice packs. After checking as the man looked on, the doctor declared that the swelling was down enough to remove the packs. Faith was shocked. The guard had punched her hard in the crotch, but she’d no idea how hard. The flesh over her pubic bone and outer lips were purplish black. There was some yellowing at the very edges of the bruises and Faith wondered how long she had been asleep.
JD looked at the damage done to Faith and was not happy with the damage to her groin. He usually tolerated any punishment or treatment of his slaves by Aya and her helpers, but this was one place he drew the line. He knew that he would have to talk to Aya and maybe take some further action with her and the guard.
It seemed to Faith that the man didn’t seem to think like there was anything wrong with that. He watched calmly over the doctor’s shoulder as if her were a dog owner watching the vet examine one of his bitches. Faith shifted uncomfortably, feeling more than just naked. Shame and irritation at her lack of privacy began to surface.
“Good afternoon, Master; Doctor.” Aya’s voice made Faith jump. “May this one enter?”
“Come on in, Pet.” The man answered, not bothering to hide the affection he had for her in his voice. Aya entered with her usual calm demeanor the belayed her inner strength.
Faith blushed scarlet. Aya’s entrance made Faith realize she had been sitting there staring at the men as though she had a right to. She’d been thinking about rebelling at their lack of concern for her sense of privacy. She should be kneeling, but restrained as she was, with her right arm in restraints and her left strapped to an IV board, that was impossible.
If Aya was displeased, she would send her back to the exerciser or the hole. Desperate, Faith settled for turning her palms up and casting her eyes down. This meant her focus fell on her black and blue cunt which made her flush even deeper. This shame was bearable considering the alternative. She tried to appear calm, compliant, and humbled, hoping it was enough. The EKG monitor betrayed her fear, though as its beep, beep, beep sped up dramatically as a single tear of fear escaped and ran down her cheek.
Outside Faith’s room, JD conferred with the doctor, “Have her moved to my house as soon as she is well enough. Put her in my guest room. Make sure that she is comfortable and all of her needs are met.”
“Not a problem, JD. I will get a couple of field hands to carry her up on a stretcher and get her settled in.
“Thanks, Doc. We’ll get a drink later on.” JD left the clinic and headed up to his house and office. He had some paper work to clear up before he took care of his business with Aya, the guard and Faith.
All day Faith obeyed. She was compliant in all things. She spoke only when asked a direct question, and then in as few words as possible. When her catheter and IV were removed, she didn’t struggle to escape the shackle and chain on her ankle. She was always Mindful of showing respect to all her entered her medical chamber. She ate and drank as instructed. In the back of her Mind, the dark, deep hole loomed, reminding her of the consequences of disobedience.
The only sign of her old self was the almost imperceptible twitch that she was not able to control whenever someone touched her, as if she expected the tenderest of touches, the sweetest of caresses, to be a precursor to a slap.
She shut down her emotions into a part of her soul that was as deep, as black, as the thing she had been cast down into. Faith didn’t cry or laugh, Faith barely revealed any feeling at all. Sadness, anger, joy... nothing registered. Emotions were bad. They cause rash judgment, unacceptable behavior. That was not to be tolerated. The one called Aya, her tormentor, would punish emotional outbursts. It was best to remain stoic.
Friends were also a luxury Faith could not afford. They would reveal weakness; she would care about their pain. She would never be one with the slaves of the man. Always her eyes were searching. Noting cameras, guard schedules, gates that opened and closed, Faith dreamed about her flight to freedom.
Emotions and tension denied, surfaced in other ways. When Faith truly believed she was alone and unobserved, she did things to herself to release the pressure of her bottled up feelings. Her nails used to be her pride. More times than she could count, other girls had accused her of having her very long, elegant nails done. Their envy at her long, natural nails was always a huge ego boost. Now, they were just nubs she’d bitten down. A couple were chewed to flesh.
Faith clung to her own hair. Twisting strands and pulling, her pillow was covered with stray, silken strands. The sting and sudden release of Faith’s brown locks seemed to act as a balm for her inner turmoil. When she couldn’t bite her once beautiful nails or pull on her hair, Faith rocked and rocked and rocked…
At the nurse’s station in the infirmary, Aya sat looking at the computer monitor; unconsciously she was chewing on her own finger, nibbling away at a raw place on her cuticle, an almost perfect Mirror of the girl lying on the hospital bed. The nail biting and hair pulling disturbed her; she had not anticipated that this girl would snap so easily. In fact she was mystified by this sudden mental break down.
Was it the discovery of the girl’s virginity? It had seemed that that was exactly when the girl began to act irrationally. Aya pulled her finger from her mouth as she sensed the approach of another coming up behind her. She recognized the step of the doctor. Aya spoke without turning, “She seems to be having some sort of breakdown.”
The doctor’s voice was dry, “Are you surprised?”
Aya stood and turned, looked at him coolly, “Yes, yes I am surprised. This new one seemed to be made of sterner stuff. She fought both with her Mind and her spirit. She hid her fear from me and would deliberately defy me. Now she rocks and tears at herself. The change was sudden and I need to understand why.”
“Well I am not a psychiatrist, but I do know that you push people too hard sometimes. We are not all made of ice and steel like you.” The doctor suddenly realized his words, and shifted nervously, “No disrespect.”
Aya paused at his words and felt a rush of rage at the truth she knew they contained. “Perhaps, but that is not for you to judge.” She turned back to the monitor, “My Master would be displeased if the girl damages her appearance further. Give her a Mild sedative, something to ease the anxiety and to relieve pain. Let her sleep her little vacation away. If she persists in her hair pulling behaviors, restrain her hands.”
The doctor looked at her and shrugged, “Your Master has left orders that he wants her to finish her recovery up at the house. I do not think he wants her drugged.”
Aya looked at the doctor’s face. She could tell he was pleased to be able to tell her no. She shrugged and responded neutrally, “Then if he has left orders, you should obey them.”
Aya stood and walked out of the room without saying good bye.
She walked toward the big house.
Aya came into JD’s office and knelt before him.
“You sent for me, my Master?” She had a troubled look on her face. JD knew she was upset about the injuries to Faith as well as the displeasure it caused her Master.
“I need to talk to you about Faith. I gave you two days to work on her and start to break her. I gave you permission to do whatever means were necessary to accomplish the goal. I also was very specific that I didn’t want the girl injured badly. You accomplished the goal, but she was badly injured around her groin. Tell me exactly what happened.”
JD stood, his arms crossed staring down at her as Aya related exactly the orders she had given the guard and then the results.
“That was totally unacceptable.”
His words stung her like the lashes from a whip. Aya hung her head and didn’t reply. It did not matter that the bruising had been slow to come to the surface, or that she had not specifically ordered the guard to strike Faith in that matter. She had felt a jolt of surprise and shame when the doctor had pointed out the extent of bruising in the girl’s groin. She had been the one in charge and it had gone too far. She had tried to tell herself what’s done is done, that it couldn’t be undone. But, now, facing her Master, she was not prepared for the look of disappointment she saw on his face. It cut her down to her very soul. She sat silently and waited for her Master’s to continue.
“I want that guard punished. I want him to receive the same kind of beating he gave Faith. I want him to be taught what happens when my property is damaged or used beyond what I expect. You will make sure that this happens today. Leave me now and go to your quarters. Think about what you have done and how you will make up for it.”
JD didn’t say another word to Aya. He stood and walked out of the door without looking back. He knew he could have taken her to the play room and beaten her. He could punish her wit
h binding and pain. Aya would accept this and bear it without complaint. Her cries and moans would be given and then the ordeal would be over. JD knew that by walking out of the room and not saying anything more to her would affect her more than any beating.
After he left, Aya knelt on the floor for a moment struggling to control the urge to cry out, to crawl after him begging his forgiveness and then got herself together. She held her head high as she walked the distance to the compound and her quarters. Only when she was inside did she let go. She fell on her knees to the floor and openly sobbed. She had done as she was told, but she took it too far. She let her conceit at being the best at what she did over take her judgment. Her Master’s words and actions pierced her heart. She would make it up to him. She would not disappoint him again.
