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The Course The CourseI

As the day wore on Flora wondered whether her punishment was over. She had strayed from the property the day before and had been punished overnight in the cellar. She had been suspended by her wrists from the ceiling and kept that way the whole night, after her Master and his assistant took turns tormenting her with a water jet. She was cleaner than she had been in days but she barely slept after they left and her arms and shoulders ached.

Now it was mid-afternoon and she had spent the entire day sifting grain next to the back porch. She was chained to the porch and the other slaves brought her meals to her. She hadn?t seen her Master since early that morning, when he had come down to relieve her from the chains and take her outside.

It was another hot day but Flora was lucky to be in the shade. She was still sweating, though not as profusely as she would?ve been had she been working out in the field where only a thin, sticky layer of a sunblock spray protected her naked body from the elements.

As the sun set and the air cooled, Flora packed up the grain she had spent the day sifting and sorting and stood up to stretch. She was longing for a refreshing shower, she wasn?t sure if she would get one. She drank the rest of the water from the bottle and walked a few steps away from the porch, as far as her ankle chain would allow her. She saw Fiona, one of the other two slaves appear in the distance, carrying a sack over her shoulder and a bucket in one hand. Without saying a word, Fiona entered the house, looking exhausted.

Her Master finally returned. He removed her ankle chain and ordered her to get into the house. He took her down into the basement and opened the shower room. He motioned Flora to step inside the tiny cubicle. He opened a locker in the corridor and handed her some soap shavings. He turned the water on and ordered her to clean up.

Flora was elated at the privilege. Usually she had to wash with a small bucket of water, or sometimes Master would hose the three slaves down at the end of the day. A full shower was rare and only used when guests were expected or they had to accompany Master somewhere. Flora soaked herself in the cool, refreshing water and then scrubbed the soap all over her body. She scrubbed her hair and hairy armpits and then turned her attention to her hairy pussy, cleaning herself thoroughly. The soap soon ran out and the foam, mixed with dirt, trailed off into the drain. She continued to enjoy the water until Master turned it off. He handed her a towel and she dried off.

He then led her to her cell where dinner awaited her. She unrolled her straw mat onto the cement floor and sat cross-legged. She ate the pellets, one by one, picking them out of the bowl and washing them down with water. The pellets were rich in vitamins, fiber and minerals and was one of the reasons the slaves were able to endure such a harsh life. They were fed pellets twice a day, one cup each time. They weren?t very tasty, just mildly sweet.

Flora lay down and stared at the ceiling. The light was still on. With the mat laid out the entire floor was almost covered. The cell was about 6 feet long and 3 feet wide. She crossed her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep.

II

She didn?t hear him open the door. She woke up when he pulled her off the mat. ?Time to go,? he said with a sense of urgency in his voice. She managed to not ask him any questions as that was against the rules. She figured it had something to do with her punishment. He blindfolded her and cuffed her wrists behind her back. He led her out of the basement and out of the house into the cool night air. It was three in the morning. Flora was breathing hard, she was nervous at the prospect of being transported. She hoped it wasn?t to his friend Tudor?s place. She had trespassed onto his property and that?s what led to her predicament. She knew the previous day?s treatment was a precursor to the hell that awaited her.

He secured her to the floor of his van and hung a water bottle with a straw over her neck. She sipped some water. He drove off. She sat on the floor, her legs folded and secured to the floor by cuffs on her ankles. A belt around her chest secured her body to the back of the front seat.

They drove for a while, longer than Flora had ever experienced in her two years with Master. When they finally stopped the sun was beginning to rise and the birds were getting louder. He brought Flora out into the open. She could feel the breeze coming off some body of water. She didn?t know there was a lake or sea nearby. The ground was damp but not quite sandy.

He said to her, ?your punishment continues. You are going somewhere where you will be given a task to complete. It can take you three days, or it can take you thirty days. A former slave took 43 days so you better not break her record. You?re in good hands and I?ll be back to check on your progress. Don?t screw up and stay out of trouble.? He kissed her on the lips and removed the water bottle from around her neck. ?All yours,? he said to Tudor, who smiled and stepped forward to claim his cargo.

He led her onto a boat where she was once again secured to the floor by her ankles. The motor switched on and off they went, across the huge lake towards a private island in the middle of the lake.

Once they reached the island and docked, Tudor led Flora off the boat and onto the sandy beach. It was past six in the morning and Flora was hungry and had to pee badly. She stood on the beach, waiting for orders. She was still blindfolded.

Tudor finally came up to her and removed her blindfold. She averted her eyes as the sun was getting bright. When she finally adjusted, she looked at him. He was smiling.

?Welcome to my island,? Tudor said, ?I hope you?ll enjoy your stay.?

III

?We have a task for you. It?s very simple,? Tudor said, ?This ankle bracelet is programmed with the coordinates of the places you can go to, just like the one you wear at home. There is a course you must complete on this island. It?s marked in a few places and unmarked in many places. Along the way you will find supplies marked with a green flag and rest stops marked with blue flags. Certain temptations have been laid out along the way but they are not marked with any flags. There are traps as well. If you pay attention to your ankle bracelet, that is, if it?s always blinking green, you will be fine. If it?s blinking red, retrace and find another path. If it blinks red for more than five minutes and you don?t notice, it will reset itself and you might end up way off course even though you?ll still find supplies. Your goal is to find a post with your photo on it. You may take as long as you?d like. Certain supplies, such as water and pellets, are unlimited. You?ll be watched carefully but you?ll see no one. Don?t be afraid. If you?re in trouble, that is, you?re badly hurt, press the panic button on your ankle bracelet. Never cry wolf. No questions are allowed now.?

Flora was terrified. She knew they were very tricky and the course was going to be more arduous than Tudor tried to convince her. He put the ankle bracelet on her left ankle and untied her hands. He handed her a pair of sneakers. She put them on. She was naked otherwise.

Tudor pointed towards the thick forest. ?The entry is marked with an orange flag. Get started,? he said and gave her a push. Flora stumbled and ran towards the forest, with one arm over her small breasts.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Tudor watching her. She entered the forest and noticed she was on a cleared, narrow path. She paused for a moment and studied the surroundings. It was quiet and very shady. The sun wouldn?t be overhead for a few more hours. She looked around for a green flag. She was hoping to find a bottle of water. But first she squatted at the foot of a tree and peed onto the ground. She had been holding it for way too long and was finally relieved to go. She finished and got up and took a deep breath. She glanced at her ankle bracelet. Green. She began to walk up the path, nervously looking at her ankle every few seconds.

After walking for about an hour she came to a fork. To her right the path seemed to narrow a lot. She took a step into the left path and saw the red light on her ankle bracelet. She entered the narrower path and several feet down she saw a green flag atop a small box. Inside the box was a packet of pellets, two one liter water bottles, a travel size bottle of mouthwash and a travel size pack of wipes. She ate her pellets with one bottle of water. She took her time, crouching on the rough ground. After she finished she splashed some water on her face and used the mouthwash. She grabbed the wipes and the second water bottle and began to walk up the path. Soon nature called and she found a spot to squat. She dug a small hole with her hands and squatted over it. So far she was grateful for the supplies. She hoped they would continue to provide her with more than she?s normally used to back at her Master?s house. The wipes were certainly a luxury item. At home it was just water, though she wouldn?t mind a refreshing dip in a lake, she thought to herself.

She resumed her trek. Suddenly the path ended in a thicket of growth. It was quite dark in this part of the forest. Her ankle bracelet was still green. She tried to clear the growth with her arms and look ahead. She stepped back and looked to see if she could go around it but it was everywhere. She walked behind a tree to see if there was another path. She had no choice but to walk through the growth. The leaves tickled her as she struggled to get through. She couldn?t see her ankles in the thick growth, she hoped the light was still green. She struggled through, clutching onto the water bottle. She could feel the ground soften below her. All of a sudden she seemed to lose her footing and ground gave way. She grabbed some of the growth for support but she found herself slipping down a mossy bank. She lost her grip and dropped about four feet into a pit. She landed on her butt.

Shaken, she stood up and looked at her ankle. Red. She was terrified. She was off course already. She had to get out and back into the thick growth. The pit was about six feet long and three feet wide. The walls were rocky and slippery except for the side she slid down. That wall sloped steeply and was covered with moss. There was some clearing on one side of the pit, the wrong side, she figured.

She was covered with dirt but no scrapes or cuts. She either had to get over the steep side into the clearing or up the slippery slope into the thick growth. She knew she had to choose? clearing that could be off-course or the thick growth that led to nowhere.

IV

?Please, no more, I?m sorry,? Flora begged, ?it won?t happen again.? The whip struck her a few more times, the thick leather stinging her skin, leaving a long red mark in its wake. Her back was criss-crossed with several marks. The nature of the leather meant that the redness would soon subside and her back would look untouched. Her wrists were tied above her head to a chain fixed to a branch.

She had obviously made the wrong choice back in the pit. She climbed out into the clearing, ignoring the red light on her ankle bracelet. Not only was she off-course, she was trespassing once again. Tudor?s friend, who rented a section of the island found her within moments of her entering the clearing and chained her to the tree.

?I have half a mind to call Tudor and ask him to call of this game so that you can spend some time with me,? he said, staring at Flora?s tear-streaked face. ?Pretty girl like you needs to be treated right. They treat slaves too good these days. At least you?re quite rough around the edges. I like that. Your Master has done a good job, but not as good as I would if I was in his shoes. Now get back on your course and stay out of my sight,? he continued as he freed her from the tree and sent her on her way. He was kind enough to offer her a drink of water.

Her back was sore. She ran back to the pit and climbed in. She slid her way up into the thick growth and once in she saw the green light on her ankle bracelet. She came back out the other side and slumped to the ground to catch her breath. The sun was high now and more light was filtering into the forest. She knew there was a way to continue. She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes to think. Exhausted, she fell asleep.

When she woke up the sun had moved considerably. She thought about the blue flag at the rest stop. Would she make it now? She had wasted so much time. She needed to find the next green flag as she was hungry. She got up and dusted herself, then she squatted and peed and went back into the growth. She went halfway in and started moving sideways, hoping it would lead to an opening. She figured she had to go at least six feet as that was the length of the pit. Once she got that far she bumped into a tree. She went around the tree and looked at her ankle bracelet. Still green. Good, she said to herself and followed the uncleared path between a cluster of trees. She saw a green flag in the distance. She ran towards it. There was a water bottle there, nothing else. She drank the water and continued deeper and deeper into the forest.

The sun was almost setting. Flora was exhausted. She had found another meal and some more water but felt hopelessly lost. Her body ached and she was ready to stop for the night. She had managed to stay on course. She found a tree with some clearing around it and clutching her water bottle, lay down on the soft ground and closed her eyes.

V

When she woke up it was still pitch black. The moon wasn?t as bright. The place was dead quiet. She pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against the tree. She caught a glimpse of her ankle bracelet. Red! She jumped up. It was green when she got there. Was it broken? Did they reprogram it? Not knowing what to do she began to retrace her path in the dark. The light was still red. She stopped ad went back towards the tree and beyond it. Still red! She was in full panic mode. She was sweating and shaking, half-expecting someone to capture her again. She started to run, tripping a few times as she tore through the growth, hoping to see the light turn green. She felt hopelessly lost. She tripped again on some vines and when she got up she realized she couldn?t go much further as her right ankle was tied to an ankle chain. She had been trapped. It was no point struggling. She just sat down, leaned against a tree and waited.

She must?ve fallen asleep again. She woke up when she heard some birds nearby. She pulled at the chain with her leg and noticed it was secured to another tree. The sun was rising. The air was cool and pleasant. Flora was hungry and thirsty and very sore and dirty. She figured she had been setup the night before. They controlled the ankle bracelet, they must?ve screwed with it while she was asleep and led her into this trap.

She heard footsteps in the distance. They got closer. She didn?t bother to look up. She looked down at her outstretched legs. She saw a pair of hiking boots between her knees. A stick was touching the ground inches from her pussy.

?Look at me,? the deep voice ordered. Flora looked up. She recognized the face. She had seen him with her Master. He wasn?t a regular visitor but he was part of the inner circle. He offered his hand. She grabbed it and got up. He freed her ankle. She bent over to rub it but he hit her arm with the stick. She stood straight.

He removed a pair of handcuffs from his belt and cuffed Flora?s hands behind her. He blindfolded her and gagged her with a cloth. He then put a black hood over her head and led her by her arm into the woods. After about twenty minutes they stopped at a clearing. There was a small house that Flora couldn?t see. They walked towards it and stopped at the side of the back porch. He opened a latch door and ordered her to get inside and sit cross-legged. That?s all the space there was. It was small. Once Flora was seated he put a metal ring around her neck and attached a chain that ended in two cuffs. He placed the cuffs around her ankles and removed her sneakers. He lifted the hood and removed the gag. He closed the door and locked it and went inside.

Flora was terrified. She sat in complete darkness, the blindfold and hood cutting her off from the dark space. She was glad he had removed the gag. She sat on the grass, chained and unable to move around. She was hungry and thirsty and desperate to pee. She figured she could get into a squatting position and pee but she decided to wait a bit.

She could hear footsteps above her, on the porch. After some time the door opened and her hood was removed. A bowl of pellets was placed near the door and a bottle with a straw sat next to it. ?Eat up,? he said.

?I have to pee,? Flora begged.

?Eat first,? he ordered and walked away, leaving the door open.

Flora managed to get on her side and slide over to the food and water. It was difficult but she managed to get most of the pellets into her mouth. She drank as much water as she could and waited for him to return. When he came back he pulled her out of the room and dragged her by her arm towards some bushes. Being tied the way she was she struggled to get into a squatting position but she did and she answered nature?s calls, grabbing some leaves with her cuffed hands and doing the needful which usually wasn?t necessary given the nature of her diet.

She was back inside the room for the rest of the morning. He gave her some water when he checked on her once. Finally it was time for lunch and she could hear multiple footsteps on the porch. He had visitors. She heard some voices. One was that of the guy who had captured her yesterday for trespassing. She could hear him laugh. They were sitting on the porch and enjoying themselves.

Then the door opened and she was carried out by the two men. In the distance she heard a woman?s voice. Flora was placed on her back, essentially on her cuffed arms, onto the ground. Her legs were in the air as the chain connecting her ankles to her neck was short.

?Fine specimen,? her captor from the previous day said.

?Truly,? her latest captor agreed as he freed her ankles and tied them to chains that hung from the branch. Flora lay there, her legs spread wide. He handed his guest the 9-tails.

?I?ve seen plenty of your ilk,? he said, ?spoilt brats in need for a whipping. I?m glad you?ve come to realize there?s more to life than a shaved pussy and some slutty clothes. You can forget about your course now. You?re staying here for a long time.? He lashed her pussy with the 9-tails, the nine thin leather straps landing in different locations around her crotch. He warmed up by lashing her inner thighs. Flora whined a bit but didn?t scream. Then they placed clamps on her nipples. It was the woman who rolled her nipples into a peak and placed the padded metal clamps on them and tightened them until Flora could feel a tight pinch and she screamed.

The pussy lashing began in earnest, but her thick curly bush cushioned the blows well. He landed a few more on her legs and stomach and then her legs were lifted higher so her butt was off the ground and he began lashing her ass. Flora was stoic for a long time. Finally she couldn?t take it anymore and began to scream and beg for mercy.

?Shut up or we?ll gag you,? her host for the day said as his friend continued his work. Flora could feel her skin burning in tiny patches. Tears soaked her blindfold and she began to pee while he was still whipping her. He noticed the piss streaming out of her like a fountain as her legs were in the air, then it came gushing and he quickly stepped back as her piss came back down onto her pussy and inner thighs and down her ass.

It was then that they decided to fuck her. She was wet, not just from the piss but from getting aroused. She enjoyed the humiliation and torture but dared not to show it. Plus it was hard to openly enjoy something through the pain. Now her lasher for the day plunged his thick hard cock into her and he slid right in. ?Girl likes it rough,? he said as he began to move inside her while she lay on the ground, hapless and helpless.? It didn?t matter she was dirty from a day and night in the forest or that she had just pissed all over herself. He fucked her hard and sprayed his cum all over her breasts and face. Then her host joined in on the fun and ended the same way. They did another round before pissing all over her dripping wet pussy and showering her breasts. Then they left her to dry in the sun, caked with cum, piss, dirt and sweat.

Exhausted, she fell asleep. The blindfold kept the sun out of her eyes but her body was being roasted on this hot day. She was woken up when the woman threw a bucket of water on her, washing her pussy and body in the process. Then she poured some water form a jug into her mouth, too fast for Flora to swallow it all while lying like that. She lay on the wet ground, somewhat clean but still at their mercy.

As the sun was beginning to set they returned. One of them pulled the blindfold off her. She closed her eyes tightly. The other pulled the chains that secured her legs so that she was hanging upside down from the tree limb, with her legs spread. They were laughing at her. The blood began to rush to her head and she softly moaned and begged them to let her down. Finally, one of them held her by the shoulder while the other released her ankles. She slumped to the ground.

?Get up,? they ordered her. She couldn?t. Her legs were numb, her arms were still cuffed behind her back. Finally she struggled to her feet and slowly trudged towards the house as they followed her. They made her sit on the steps of the porch. The woman emerged. She looked tidy. She was wearing a pair of loose boyshorts and a bra. Her hair was neatly tied and her pits were hairy. Flora figured she was the house slave. She fed Flora some porridge and pellets and gave her lots of water. She then took a wet towel and wiped Flora?s face and neck. Finally she let her rinse with some strong mouthwash before letting her Master put Flora back inside the room under the porch for the night.

The Course

I

As the day wore on Flora wondered whether her punishment was over. She had strayed from the property the day before and had been punished overnight in the cellar. She had been suspended by her wrists from the ceiling and kept that way the whole night, after her Master and his assistant took turns tormenting her with a water jet. She was cleaner than she had been in days but she barely slept after they left and her arms and shoulders ached.

Now it was mid-afternoon and she had spent the entire day sifting grain next to the back porch. She was chained to the porch and the other slaves brought her meals to her. She hadn?t seen her Master since early that morning, when he had come down to relieve her from the chains and take her outside.

It was another hot day but Flora was lucky to be in the shade. She was still sweating, though not as profusely as she would?ve been had she been working out in the field where only a thin, sticky layer of a sunblock spray protected her naked body from the elements.

As the sun set and the air cooled, Flora packed up the grain she had spent the day sifting and sorting and stood up to stretch. She was longing for a refreshing shower, she wasn?t sure if she would get one. She drank the rest of the water from the bottle and walked a few steps away from the porch, as far as her ankle chain would allow her. She saw Fiona, one of the other two slaves appear in the distance, carrying a sack over her shoulder and a bucket in one hand. Without saying a word, Fiona entered the house, looking exhausted.

Her Master finally returned. He removed her ankle chain and ordered her to get into the house. He took her down into the basement and opened the shower room. He motioned Flora to step inside the tiny cubicle. He opened a locker in the corridor and handed her some soap shavings. He turned the water on and ordered her to clean up.

Flora was elated at the privilege. Usually she had to wash with a small bucket of water, or sometimes Master would hose the three slaves down at the end of the day. A full shower was rare and only used when guests were expected or they had to accompany Master somewhere. Flora soaked herself in the cool, refreshing water and then scrubbed the soap all over her body. She scrubbed her hair and hairy armpits and then turned her attention to her hairy pussy, cleaning herself thoroughly. The soap soon ran out and the foam, mixed with dirt, trailed off into the drain. She continued to enjoy the water until Master turned it off. He handed her a towel and she dried off.

He then led her to her cell where dinner awaited her. She unrolled her straw mat onto the cement floor and sat cross-legged. She ate the pellets, one by one, picking them out of the bowl and washing them down with water. The pellets were rich in vitamins, fiber and minerals and was one of the reasons the slaves were able to endure such a harsh life. They were fed pellets twice a day, one cup each time. They weren?t very tasty, just mildly sweet.

Flora lay down and stared at the ceiling. The light was still on. With the mat laid out the entire floor was almost covered. The cell was about 6 feet long and 3 feet wide. She crossed her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep.

II

She didn?t hear him open the door. She woke up when he pulled her off the mat. ?Time to go,? he said with a sense of urgency in his voice. She managed to not ask him any questions as that was against the rules. She figured it had something to do with her punishment. He blindfolded her and cuffed her wrists behind her back. He led her out of the basement and out of the house into the cool night air. It was three in the morning. Flora was breathing hard, she was nervous at the prospect of being transported. She hoped it wasn?t to his friend Tudor?s place. She had trespassed onto his property and that?s what led to her predicament. She knew the previous day?s treatment was a precursor to the hell that awaited her.

He secured her to the floor of his van and hung a water bottle with a straw over her neck. She sipped some water. He drove off. She sat on the floor, her legs folded and secured to the floor by cuffs on her ankles. A belt around her chest secured her body to the back of the front seat.

They drove for a while, longer than Flora had ever experienced in her two years with Master. When they finally stopped the sun was beginning to rise and the birds were getting louder. He brought Flora out into the open. She could feel the breeze coming off some body of water. She didn?t know there was a lake or sea nearby. The ground was damp but not quite sandy.

He said to her, ?your punishment continues. You are going somewhere where you will be given a task to complete. It can take you three days, or it can take you thirty days. A former slave took 43 days so you better not break her record. You?re in good hands and I?ll be back to check on your progress. Don?t screw up and stay out of trouble.? He kissed her on the lips and removed the water bottle from around her neck. ?All yours,? he said to Tudor, who smiled and stepped forward to claim his cargo.

He led her onto a boat where she was once again secured to the floor by her ankles. The motor switched on and off they went, across the huge lake towards a private island in the middle of the lake.

Once they reached the island and docked, Tudor led Flora off the boat and onto the sandy beach. It was past six in the morning and Flora was hungry and had to pee badly. She stood on the beach, waiting for orders. She was still blindfolded.

Tudor finally came up to her and removed her blindfold. She averted her eyes as the sun was getting bright. When she finally adjusted, she looked at him. He was smiling.

?Welcome to my island,? Tudor said, ?I hope you?ll enjoy your stay.?

III

?We have a task for you. It?s very simple,? Tudor said, ?This ankle bracelet is programmed with the coordinates of the places you can go to, just like the one you wear at home. There is a course you must complete on this island. It?s marked in a few places and unmarked in many places. Along the way you will find supplies marked with a green flag and rest stops marked with blue flags. Certain temptations have been laid out along the way but they are not marked with any flags. There are traps as well. If you pay attention to your ankle bracelet, that is, if it?s always blinking green, you will be fine. If it?s blinking red, retrace and find another path. If it blinks red for more than five minutes and you don?t notice, it will reset itself and you might end up way off course even though you?ll still find supplies. Your goal is to find a post with your photo on it. You may take as long as you?d like. Certain supplies, such as water and pellets, are unlimited. You?ll be watched carefully but you?ll see no one. Don?t be afraid. If you?re in trouble, that is, you?re badly hurt, press the panic button on your ankle bracelet. Never cry wolf. No questions are allowed now.?

Flora was terrified. She knew they were very tricky and the course was going to be more arduous than Tudor tried to convince her. He put the ankle bracelet on her left ankle and untied her hands. He handed her a pair of sneakers. She put them on. She was naked otherwise.

Tudor pointed towards the thick forest. ?The entry is marked with an orange flag. Get started,? he said and gave her a push. Flora stumbled and ran towards the forest, with one arm over her small breasts.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Tudor watching her. She entered the forest and noticed she was on a cleared, narrow path. She paused for a moment and studied the surroundings. It was quiet and very shady. The sun wouldn?t be overhead for a few more hours. She looked around for a green flag. She was hoping to find a bottle of water. But first she squatted at the foot of a tree and peed onto the ground. She had been holding it for way too long and was finally relieved to go. She finished and got up and took a deep breath. She glanced at her ankle bracelet. Green. She began to walk up the path, nervously looking at her ankle every few seconds.

After walking for about an hour she came to a fork. To her right the path seemed to narrow a lot. She took a step into the left path and saw the red light on her ankle bracelet. She entered the narrower path and several feet down she saw a green flag atop a small box. Inside the box was a packet of pellets, two one liter water bottles, a travel size bottle of mouthwash and a travel size pack of wipes. She ate her pellets with one bottle of water. She took her time, crouching on the rough ground. After she finished she splashed some water on her face and used the mouthwash. She grabbed the wipes and the second water bottle and began to walk up the path. Soon nature called and she found a spot to squat. She dug a small hole with her hands and squatted over it. So far she was grateful for the supplies. She hoped they would continue to provide her with more than she?s normally used to back at her Master?s house. The wipes were certainly a luxury item. At home it was just water, though she wouldn?t mind a refreshing dip in a lake, she thought to herself.

She resumed her trek. Suddenly the path ended in a thicket of growth. It was quite dark in this part of the forest. Her ankle bracelet was still green. She tried to clear the growth with her arms and look ahead. She stepped back and looked to see if she could go around it but it was everywhere. She walked behind a tree to see if there was another path. She had no choice but to walk through the growth. The leaves tickled her as she struggled to get through. She couldn?t see her ankles in the thick growth, she hoped the light was still green. She struggled through, clutching onto the water bottle. She could feel the ground soften below her. All of a sudden she seemed to lose her footing and ground gave way. She grabbed some of the growth for support but she found herself slipping down a mossy bank. She lost her grip and dropped about four feet into a pit. She landed on her butt.

Shaken, she stood up and looked at her ankle. Red. She was terrified. She was off course already. She had to get out and back into the thick growth. The pit was about six feet long and three feet wide. The walls were rocky and slippery except for the side she slid down. That wall sloped steeply and was covered with moss. There was some clearing on one side of the pit, the wrong side, she figured.

She was covered with dirt but no scrapes or cuts. She either had to get over the steep side into the clearing or up the slippery slope into the thick growth. She knew she had to choose? clearing that could be off-course or the thick growth that led to nowhere.

IV

?Please, no more, I?m sorry,? Flora begged, ?it won?t happen again.? The whip struck her a few more times, the thick leather stinging her skin, leaving a long red mark in its wake. Her back was criss-crossed with several marks. The nature of the leather meant that the redness would soon subside and her back would look untouched. Her wrists were tied above her head to a chain fixed to a branch.

She had obviously made the wrong choice back in the pit. She climbed out into the clearing, ignoring the red light on her ankle bracelet. Not only was she off-course, she was trespassing once again. Tudor?s friend, who rented a section of the island found her within moments of her entering the clearing and chained her to the tree.

?I have half a mind to call Tudor and ask him to call of this game so that you can spend some time with me,? he said, staring at Flora?s tear-streaked face. ?Pretty girl like you needs to be treated right. They treat slaves too good these days. At least you?re quite rough around the edges. I like that. Your Master has done a good job, but not as good as I would if I was in his shoes. Now get back on your course and stay out of my sight,? he continued as he freed her from the tree and sent her on her way. He was kind enough to offer her a drink of water.

Her back was sore. She ran back to the pit and climbed in. She slid her way up into the thick growth and once in she saw the green light on her ankle bracelet. She came back out the other side and slumped to the ground to catch her breath. The sun was high now and more light was filtering into the forest. She knew there was a way to continue. She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes to think. Exhausted, she fell asleep.

When she woke up the sun had moved considerably. She thought about the blue flag at the rest stop. Would she make it now? She had wasted so much time. She needed to find the next green flag as she was hungry. She got up and dusted herself, then she squatted and peed and went back into the growth. She went halfway in and started moving sideways, hoping it would lead to an opening. She figured she had to go at least six feet as that was the length of the pit. Once she got that far she bumped into a tree. She went around the tree and looked at her ankle bracelet. Still green. Good, she said to herself and followed the uncleared path between a cluster of trees. She saw a green flag in the distance. She ran towards it. There was a water bottle there, nothing else. She drank the water and continued deeper and deeper into the forest.

The sun was almost setting. Flora was exhausted. She had found another meal and some more water but felt hopelessly lost. Her body ached and she was ready to stop for the night. She had managed to stay on course. She found a tree with some clearing around it and clutching her water bottle, lay down on the soft ground and closed her eyes.

V

When she woke up it was still pitch black. The moon wasn?t as bright. The place was dead quiet. She pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against the tree. She caught a glimpse of her ankle bracelet. Red! She jumped up. It was green when she got there. Was it broken? Did they reprogram it? Not knowing what to do she began to retrace her path in the dark. The light was still red. She stopped ad went back towards the tree and beyond it. Still red! She was in full panic mode. She was sweating and shaking, half-expecting someone to capture her again. She started to run, tripping a few times as she tore through the growth, hoping to see the light turn green. She felt hopelessly lost. She tripped again on some vines and when she got up she realized she couldn?t go much further as her right ankle was tied to an ankle chain. She had been trapped. It was no point struggling. She just sat down, leaned against a tree and waited.

She must?ve fallen asleep again. She woke up when she heard some birds nearby. She pulled at the chain with her leg and noticed it was secured to another tree. The sun was rising. The air was cool and pleasant. Flora was hungry and thirsty and very sore and dirty. She figured she had been setup the night before. They controlled the ankle bracelet, they must?ve screwed with it while she was asleep and led her into this trap.

She heard footsteps in the distance. They got closer. She didn?t bother to look up. She looked down at her outstretched legs. She saw a pair of hiking boots between her knees. A stick was touching the ground inches from her pussy.

?Look at me,? the deep voice ordered. Flora looked up. She recognized the face. She had seen him with her Master. He wasn?t a regular visitor but he was part of the inner circle. He offered his hand. She grabbed it and got up. He freed her ankle. She bent over to rub it but he hit her arm with the stick. She stood straight.

He removed a pair of handcuffs from his belt and cuffed Flora?s hands behind her. He blindfolded her and gagged her with a cloth. He then put a black hood over her head and led her by her arm into the woods. After about twenty minutes they stopped at a clearing. There was a small house that Flora couldn?t see. They walked towards it and stopped at the side of the back porch. He opened a latch door and ordered her to get inside and sit cross-legged. That?s all the space there was. It was small. Once Flora was seated he put a metal ring around her neck and attached a chain that ended in two cuffs. He placed the cuffs around her ankles and removed her sneakers. He lifted the hood and removed the gag. He closed the door and locked it and went inside.

Flora was terrified. She sat in complete darkness, the blindfold and hood cutting her off from the dark space. She was glad he had removed the gag. She sat on the grass, chained and unable to move around. She was hungry and thirsty and desperate to pee. She figured she could get into a squatting position and pee but she decided to wait a bit.

She could hear footsteps above her, on the porch. After some time the door opened and her hood was removed. A bowl of pellets was placed near the door and a bottle with a straw sat next to it. ?Eat up,? he said.

?I have to pee,? Flora begged.

?Eat first,? he ordered and walked away, leaving the door open.

Flora managed to get on her side and slide over to the food and water. It was difficult but she managed to get most of the pellets into her mouth. She drank as much water as she could and waited for him to return. When he came back he pulled her out of the room and dragged her by her arm towards some bushes. Being tied the way she was she struggled to get into a squatting position but she did and she answered nature?s calls, grabbing some leaves with her cuffed hands and doing the needful which usually wasn?t necessary given the nature of her diet.

She was back inside the room for the rest of the morning. He gave her some water when he checked on her once. Finally it was time for lunch and she could hear multiple footsteps on the porch. He had visitors. She heard some voices. One was that of the guy who had captured her yesterday for trespassing. She could hear him laugh. They were sitting on the porch and enjoying themselves.

Then the door opened and she was carried out by the two men. In the distance she heard a woman?s voice. Flora was placed on her back, essentially on her cuffed arms, onto the ground. Her legs were in the air as the chain connecting her ankles to her neck was short.

?Fine specimen,? her captor from the previous day said.

?Truly,? her latest captor agreed as he freed her ankles and tied them to chains that hung from the branch. Flora lay there, her legs spread wide. He handed his guest the 9-tails.

?I?ve seen plenty of your ilk,? he said, ?spoilt brats in need for a whipping. I?m glad you?ve come to realize there?s more to life than a shaved pussy and some slutty clothes. You can forget about your course now. You?re staying here for a long time.? He lashed her pussy with the 9-tails, the nine thin leather straps landing in different locations around her crotch. He warmed up by lashing her inner thighs. Flora whined a bit but didn?t scream. Then they placed clamps on her nipples. It was the woman who rolled her nipples into a peak and placed the padded metal clamps on them and tightened them until Flora could feel a tight pinch and she screamed.

The pussy lashing began in earnest, but her thick curly bush cushioned the blows well. He landed a few more on her legs and stomach and then her legs were lifted higher so her butt was off the ground and he began lashing her ass. Flora was stoic for a long time. Finally she couldn?t take it anymore and began to scream and beg for mercy.

?Shut up or we?ll gag you,? her host for the day said as his friend continued his work. Flora could feel her skin burning in tiny patches. Tears soaked her blindfold and she began to pee while he was still whipping her. He noticed the piss streaming out of her like a fountain as her legs were in the air, then it came gushing and he quickly stepped back as her piss came back down onto her pussy and inner thighs and down her ass.

It was then that they decided to fuck her. She was wet, not just from the piss but from getting aroused. She enjoyed the humiliation and torture but dared not to show it. Plus it was hard to openly enjoy something through the pain. Now her lasher for the day plunged his thick hard cock into her and he slid right in. ?Girl likes it rough,? he said as he began to move inside her while she lay on the ground, hapless and helpless.? It didn?t matter she was dirty from a day and night in the forest or that she had just pissed all over herself. He fucked her hard and sprayed his cum all over her breasts and face. Then her host joined in on the fun and ended the same way. They did another round before pissing all over her dripping wet pussy and showering her breasts. Then they left her to dry in the sun, caked with cum, piss, dirt and sweat.

Exhausted, she fell asleep. The blindfold kept the sun out of her eyes but her body was being roasted on this hot day. She was woken up when the woman threw a bucket of water on her, washing her pussy and body in the process. Then she poured some water form a jug into her mouth, too fast for Flora to swallow it all while lying like that. She lay on the wet ground, somewhat clean but still at their mercy.

As the sun was beginning to set they returned. One of them pulled the blindfold off her. She closed her eyes tightly. The other pulled the chains that secured her legs so that she was hanging upside down from the tree limb, with her legs spread. They were laughing at her. The blood began to rush to her head and she softly moaned and begged them to let her down. Finally, one of them held her by the shoulder while the other released her ankles. She slumped to the ground.

?Get up,? they ordered her. She couldn?t. Her legs were numb, her arms were still cuffed behind her back. Finally she struggled to her feet and slowly trudged towards the house as they followed her. They made her sit on the steps of the porch. The woman emerged. She looked tidy. She was wearing a pair of loose boyshorts and a bra. Her hair was neatly tied and her pits were hairy. Flora figured she was the house slave. She fed Flora some porridge and pellets and gave her lots of water. She then took a wet towel and wiped Flora?s face and neck. Finally she let her rinse with some strong mouthwash before letting her Master put Flora back inside the room under the porch for the night.

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The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...

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Esther stone

Esther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...

Esther Stone part 2

When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...

Esther II

Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...

Athena Goddess of Wisdom

Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...

Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...

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Athena Ch02

“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...

Athena

He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...

Mathew and Beth part 3 Trip down southquot

It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...

Athena 1

Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...

Hypothermia can I survive 3 cold women

Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...

Athena Ch 01

There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...

Clothesline Leather in Lawnville

Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...

Athena Corp Chronicles Chapter 3 Downsizing

“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....

Clothespin Girl Superhero

Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...

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