FIRE AND FAILURE

BY THE ONE
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[ part 1 ]

Until recent events, Heather and Emilie had been unwilling to challenge their mistresses to gain their freedom. They had often reminisced with each other about the times when they could make their own plans and have their own lives, and they held discontent with their present lives, but they hadn’t had the inspiration or the will to fight for themselves.

But explosive situations ignite easily. The spark of Kristin and Nikki’s abrupt and violent parting of ways from the Circle had gotten the two remaining slaves thinking. And when the oppressed begin to think, bad things tend to happen to their oppressors.

The day after Alice’s night of odd behavior, Emilie asked around to try and find out any information she could. When no one seemed to know anything, she gave up and passed it off as a product of normal high school drama.

In her first class of the day, Emilie sat next to Nicole, who was strangely quiet and detached from the world. Emilie remarked casually, “I’m kind of concerned about my sister. She was acting really weird last night!”

Nicole turned heavy eyes toward her friend. “I wonder why,” she said, her voice dripping with cynicism.

“What was that for?” Emilie asked.

“Don’t you know what she did yesterday? What she did to Amy and I?”

“No,” Emilie said, brightening at the prospect of information, “What happened?”

Nicole told her the whole story. As she spoke, Emilie’s mouth hung farther and farther open. Her eyes were wide as Nicole told how Amy had almost lost her life.

“Oh my!” was all she could say, “I’m…I’m sorry!”

Nicole laughed a little. “What do you have to be sorry for? She’s the mistress, not you.” With that, she returned to her studying.

Emilie was stunned. She had never believed Alice was capable of such animosity. Granted, Lisa had masterminded the plan, but Alice had helped. She was just as responsible for what happened, and she had almost been responsible for a death.

Emilie’s mind was suddenly flooded with new thoughts and ideas. Nicole’s story had given her a revelation. The Circle had to end.

She hardly paid a bit of attention in school all day, spending most of her time writing and rewriting a long list of ideas that slowly took shape into a document, almost a letter. She was unfocused on her chores that night and was careless during dinner cleanup, breaking a glass. But Alice was still in a haze, and only half-heartedly reprimanded her.

Relieved of her work early, Emilie retreated to her bedroom. She sat at her computer late into the night, transcribing and editing her letter. Everything had to be perfect. She would show it to Heather the next morning while Lisa and Alice met in their private room.

Emilie’s heart raced at a mile a minute as she and Alice drove to school the next morning. Her precious document tucked in her shirt, she couldn’t stop her muscles from quivering with excitement and anticipation.

At school, the mistresses exchanged their usual wet kisses and began their private meeting. Emilie had stayed very quiet until then, but suddenly burst on Heather with whispered fervor. “Heather! Heather, listen to me…” She relayed the whole story the Nicole had told the previous morning.

Heather was shocked. “Emmy, what should we do?”

“This!” Emilie declared, producing the folded paper from her bosom, “This is what we will do!”

She unfolded the paper and handed it to her friend.

Heather’s eyes scanned down the paper, growing wider at every sentence. When she had finished reading it, she let it fall to the ground. “Emilie, you can’t!”

“Why not, Heather?” Emilie demanded, full of fire, “Why are you submitting yourself to such a miserable life! Times change! It’s clear that we’re in danger! We have to take a stand!”

Heather looked at the ground. “Emmy…Emmy, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Frustrated, if not angry, Emilie asked, “Why not? Why not? What’s stopping you? We’re people too! We have rights!”

Sadly, Heather held out her arms, indicating her bracelets.

“So what?” cried Emilie, “I have them too! That’s the object of this: to get rid of them! Help me, Heather! Please!”

Heather only shook her head, letting her eyes once again focus on the floor.

Throwing up her hands in frustration, Emilie cried, “Fine! You live your life in chains! I don’t care! You’ve let them take away your sense of self. You are a slave, through and through, Heather. You’ve let yourself become property, and no one can save you now but you. I wish you well in the life you’ve chosen.” She stalked across the floor and scooped up her document, then sat facing away from Heather.

Not another word was said until Alice and Lisa rejoined them.

Full of the revolutionary spirit, Emilie caught Eric’s eye on the way to lunch. She took his arm and pulled him aside. “Do you have a minute?” she asked.

His face was full of hope as he said, “For you, I have all day.”

They didn’t go to the cafeteria. Instead they moved from their place at the side of the hallway into the auditorium, sitting in the very back where shadows hid them from view of anyone who might walk onto the stage. (For example Alice or Lisa)

“I have something to tell you,” she said, “As long as you promise me, and I mean PROMISE me, that you won’t ever tell another person what you’re about to hear.”

“Emilie,” he said, “You can trust me with your life.”

“That’s good to know,” she said, “Because that’s what I’m doing…” She took a deep breath, and from beginning to end told him the story of her role as a slave. She told him what it meant, and why she had been forced to give up her relationship with him before, and why she wouldn’t be offended if he never spoke to her again, just as long as he knew the real story.

She said desperately, “Do you think I’m weird now? It’s okay if you do.”

He laughed softly. “Emilie, you’re anything but weird. You’re amazing, and I still love you as much as I always did. My only regret is that you still are, you know…”

“But it doesn’t matter now. I don’t care anymore! Eric, can we still have anything together? Secretly, I mean?”

He smiled, “I think we always did. We just never admitted it.”

Overwhelmed at his acceptance of her, Emilie started to cry. Eric stroked her face, wiping away her tears. Their eyes locked, and he pulled her close to him in a passionate embrace that soon turned to much more. Losing all sense of time, they were brought out of their private paradise only by the buzzing of the bell announcing that lunch was over, and they had to return to class…

Emilie passed the rest day with a fluttering heart. She knew of the storm that was coming, and had planned for it well. She had made arrangements behind Alice’s back with her parents to stay at her friend Nora’s house that night. Of course no one but her knew the real reason. She would wait until Alice and Lisa went into their private room that afternoon, leave her letter for them to find, and flee to her friend’s house. On returning the next morning, she would reiterate her letter, and demand to be freed of the bracelets. It was flawless.

As Emilie strode down the hall toward her last class, a breathless Heather rushed up to her. “Emmy! Emmy! Wait!”

“What do you want?” Emilie snapped.

“I’ve…I’ve thought about what you said. You know, this morning. I want to do this with you. You’re right, it’s time this ended! We’ve been slaves long enough!”

“How do I know you haven’t told them what I’m going to do?” Emilie demanded suspiciously, “How do I know you’re not just a spy?”

“Emilie, would I do that to you?” Heather asked rhetorically, “I said I didn’t want to join you this morning. I never said I wanted to stop you from doing it.”

Emilie stopped walking and stared Heather in the eyes. Deciding that her friend was true, she broke into a smile. “Thank you, Heather,” she said, embracing her, “Thank you! Now let’s do this together!”

“Alright, I’ll meet you outside!” Emilie called to Nora over the din of the class being dismissed. She thought her chest might burst with anticipation as she walked at Alice’s side to the afternoon meeting. The minute or two Lisa and Alice spent in their slaves’ company seemed like an eternity to Emilie. When they were concealed behind the door of their private closet, she and Heather went into action. Emilie whipped out her document and laid it in front of the door so that it was impossible to miss. She took Heather’s hand and pulled her toward the door that led to the outside, and freedom. Emilie would go with Nora; Heather would catch the bus home. They would be free! About to cross the band room’s threshold, they broke into a run, then…

“And where do you think you’re going, young ladies?”

The fleeing girls froze in their tracks. Turning, Emilie saw Alice waiting for an answer while Lisa read the document, her face growing red with fury.

“Run!” Emilie cried. They bolted and slammed into the door, but it didn’t budge. Locked? That door was never locked! “No! No, this isn’t right!” she screamed, twisting all her weight against the handle as Alice sprinted toward them. “No! No!” They tried to get to the other door, but Alice was upon them. She ran straight into Emilie, sending her sprawling across the floor. Heather was grabbed and thrown roughly to the floor where she lay, the fight taken out of her. Emilie was a different story. She fought her sister to the very last, despite being pinned down to the ground. Before her hands were cuffed behind her, she landed two punches in Alice’s stomach and scratched her face. Once restrained she still tried to get to her feet and flee, but before she could get up a solid kick to her stomach knocked the air out of her long enough for Alice to shut her in the band closet, gag her, and tie her to the wall by her neck. Emilie screamed for all she was worth; she fought and struggled every inch of the way, but she had no hope. Her revolution had been crushed. Tears streamed down her face as she lay on the floor sobbing for her lost cause. For herself. For Heather. For Eric.

By the time Nora had grown curious and impatient enough to check on her friend, Lisa had already hauled a pleading, crying Heather away for punishment. Meeting Alice in the hallway, Nora asked, “Hey, where’s Emilie? We should have been at my house by now, and I haven’t even seen her since the last bell!”

Letting her confusion show for only a moment, Alice said, “Oh, I’m sorry, but she won’t be able to come tonight. She just got, uh, really sick.”

“Sick?” Nora was confused, “But I just saw her. She was fine!”

“I know,” Alice said, “But she was just talking to me, and all of a sudden she ran to the bathroom. I went in after her to make sure she was okay, and she looked really bad. She’s already out in our car waiting for me. She said to tell you she’s really sorry, and she’ll have to talk to you tomorrow.”

“Oh!” the girl was confused, and clearly didn’t believe the hastily fabricated story Alice told. “Okay, I guess. I’ll…I’ll see her tomorrow, I guess…” She walked away, disappointed and hurt. Emilie would have some explaining to do…

Outside under the football stands, Lisa was administering punishment to her rebellious slave. Heather was begging for mercy, but was getting none. The framework of metal scaffolds under the stands provided a perfect place for creative Lisa to chain Heather. After giving the poor girl several cracks across the thighs with her belt, Lisa ordered her to strip naked.

“Out here!?” Heather squeaked, unbelieving.

“Shut up and do it!” Lisa shouted.

Once her clothes were in a heap on the ground Heather was bent backward over a metal beam with her hands cuffed around a parallel beam, keeping her arms stretched above and behind her head. Her legs were pulled out from under her and stretched until they passed a vertical beam. A spreader bar was then attached to her ankles, forcing her legs four feet apart while keeping her whole body taught. Her mouth was filled with a ball gag, and her vulnerable cunt was invaded by a long, thick vibrator. Lisa switched the device on, and without a word walked away, leaving the keys to the cuffs and spreader on key rings on Heather’s toes. She completely ignored her captive’s desperate cries of disbelief at this terribly open and exposed position, in full view of anyone who came behind the stands. She knew there was no use fighting, and once her cruel mistress disappeared back into the school Heather concentrated her energy on staying quiet and fighting the influence of the vibrator, which made a prominent humming noise that was amplified by the metal stands above her. In the otherwise-quiet environment, it was very noticeable, and Heather feared someone might hear it.

All too soon, her fears were confirmed…