Shemba's appearance had altered over the weeks. First, all the hair had been removed from her body and she had been kept shaved and depilated since. The Mistress had especially enjoyed shaving off her long, lovely hair and sending it to make a wig for her own use. Then the Mistress had personally pierced Shemba's nipples and clitoris and ringed them with steel. "Gold or silver would be too good for the likes of you, slave." She enjoyed fitting a leash to the clitoral ring and leading a handcuffed Shemba around the room on it.
Sometimes Shemba had been forbidden speech and ordered to go around on all fours like a dog. During those periods she was only fed the scraps the Mistress tossed to the floor. At other times she was used as living furniture, supporting a table or worst of all being used by the Mistress as her stool. If she failed to maintain her position the Mistress would do her best to make good her promise about taking the skin off Shemba's back. With the use of magical healing creams there was no danger of any evidence of mistreatment being left behind.
The last week had been the worst. Aliciana had decided to use Shemba as a toilet slave. Shemba shuddered when she thought of the things she had been made to do. She had a butt-plug inside her now, held there all day by a locked harness and only satisfying the Mistress' whims would remove the harness and allow Shemba to relieve herself. That was in punishment for nicking Aliciana's cunt as she shaved it this morning. The only thing that kept Shemba going was counting the days until her Master would return and she would be free again.
But now, the door was opening and Shemba fell flat on her face and crawled over on her belly towards where the Mistress waited and began to lick and kiss her sandeled feet as she had been instructed.
"Kneel up, Shemba and let me look at you." The Mistress' voice was strange and quiet.
Shemba knelt up and saw that there was someone else in the room. A man in robes. He came over and looked at her carefully and then smiled.
"Hello, little slave. I told you we'd meet again."
Shemba nearly fainted as she recognised him. It was Choro, the wizard's apprentice. And by the gleam in his eye he intended to have his revenge!
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Shemba lay in the darkness unable to move. Even her breathing was still and her eyes were unblinkingly open. But though there was no sign of life, Shemba was not dead or even sleeping. She felt every bump and bang as the tiny box she was locked in was jerked by the road beneath what she had deduced was an open wagon. Choro had enjoyed casting the spell which sent her into suspended animation. "I especially created this for you, my dear. I want you to be awake and thinking about what's going to happen to you. But I don't want any noise that might alert people to what I'm taking from here. And I don't want any attempts to escape. This will be ideal."
And so for, she guessed, four days, she had battered along in a trunk, hearing everything around her and counting the days by the waxing and waning of the light that came through a small crack in front of her open staring eyes. She could feel the cold seeping into her bones and wondered if she would ever be warm. She thought back to that last evening at the villa. How the Mistess had laughed when she cried out in protest. "You never really thought I would let you see Karrak again did you? I wouldn't let a pig like you look at him. No, I'll just tell him you ran away one night. He can get another slave easily enough. His father buys and sells dozens like you every day. No he'll soon forget you." Shemba had cried at that, and Choro and she had laughed. "It really was the greatest luck for me to meet this young man. He had been searching for you for weeks."
She remembered how she had been bound and used by both of them, Choro fucking her in the cunt whilst Aliciana buggered her with the magical dildo. In the morning Choro had brought in a large trunk and put the magically frozen body of the slave inside. She had been there ever since. When the pain and her despair permitted it, she thought about what was awaiting her. How had Choro found her? And what form would his revenge take?
Then with a lurch the cart came to a halt and Shemba felt herself being lifted and carried. She heard the crunch of snow beneath the feet of the ones carrying her. Then suddenly she was inside a house, inside and warm for the first time since she had entered the box. Then she was being carried down. She heard the clang of iron bars being opened and shut behind her and the light from the outside vanished and she was in darkness. The box slammed down and she heard footsteps retreat away.
How long she was left there in the darkness she had no way of telling. There was neither sound nor light nor even the beating of her heart to give her a measure of passing time. Her thoughts chased round and round and greater and greater horrors filled her head. Then suddenly there was sound and light! And then there were blows on the trunk and she was tumbling as she was thrown out of it. She found herself lying face down on a damp stone floor covered with straw. Then her wrists were being cuffed together and the cuffs were hauling her up in the air till she hung suspended full length from the ceiling. Her head hung down until a hand cupped her chin and she found herself looking into the smirking face of Choro.
"Enjoyed your journey, pretty one?"
A harsh and commanding voice brought Choro's gloating to an end. "Bring her out of it, Choro! You can amuse yourself with her later."
Choro's face fell and he babbled apologies as he let Shemba's head fall again: "Yes, Master, of course. Just checking there was no damage in transit."
"The gods help you if there has been. I'm not as forgiving as Kandolus. Get on with it."
Shemba heard Choro begin to chant and once again she felt the tingle of magic flood through her whole body. With a terrible creak she felt her heart begin to pump once again and her lungs begin to inflate with the air they had not tasted in many days. It felt as if her whole body was suffering from cramp and 'pins-and-needles' as the veins and nerves began to function once again. She would have screamed from the agony but her throat was dry and her voice box shrivelled with lack of use. She fainted and for a little while she knew no more.
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