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MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 24 ] I smiled at Margaret (no, Trinity must remember that!) “I’m sorry master, I didn’t mean to cause you any problems.” She said and climbed into my lap. I didn’t register what she intended and was quite surprised when she slotted my cock into her slit. I tried to stop he (Yes, honest I did!) But she ignored my protests. “Master, you have been without female companionship for several days, I haven’t pleasured a man for the same time, just lean back and enjoy it.” She said as she started to move her body up and down. I held onto her back as she moved feeling the smoothness of her skin. “Thank you Trinity.” I said to her as her movements began to have their effect on me. I fell back onto the bed allowing the girl to work away while enabling me to reach her chest with her budding breasts, even after a few days there was some change there, I rubbed them causing the girl to gasp in pleasure. Eventually, quite quickly in fact, I erupted inside the girl who paused in her movements but obviously had not reached her peak, so I moved my hand down to her slit and started to rub the clitoris I found there. “Oh yes master, yes, please, please.” She started to moan in appreciation and then started to shudder as she came. She fell forward onto my chest as her pleasure flowed through her. I rubbed her back while she was recovering, feeling my cock start to rise again. As it hadn’t disengaged from her beforehand, it pushed its way up inside her slit. “Please do it again master.” She said softly and allowed me to turn over, placing her beneath me. She raised her legs up as far as she could to enable me to push in as deep as I could. I knew she couldn’t do that in the time I was looking after her and again wondered how she could have been cured in so short a time. Due to my previous experience I was able to bring her off twice before I began to spurt again inside her. She smiled up at me before wriggling down my body to enable her to engulf my cock in her mouth. She then cleaned me off and dried me by using her hair. She then managed to end up on the floor, on her knees and bowing to me. “Thank you master, I’m happy you still like your unworthy slave.” She said smiling away, “I did think you might have picked another girl to vent your body on.” I shook my head, “Sorry to disappoint you Mar. . . Trinity, but I can’t just wave my hand and a girl would fall into my lap. Most of the time it take planning and time before the right girl can be taken.” I smiled at her and then glanced at the pile of tapes that had returned with her, I noticed that there was a tape just labelled ‘Margaret – a dancer’. I picked it up and put it into the video player, when I pressed play I saw my two previous pupils, Sinister and Dexter, sitting with instruments at hand. Then the screen dissolved to show Margaret, young and naked warming up. Then she nodded her head and music began to play. For the next half-hour I watched as Margaret danced to the music of the two girls, I could understand why Mistress Hildegard had expressed such glee when presented with the prospect of having this girl to teach in the future. When the screen faded to black I started to applause the girl in front of me, watching her blush as she stood to curtsy before me. “I take it that you don’t want to change to gymnastics?” I asked her. She shook her head, “No thank you master, I’ve found that I like dancing now. I’m not sure what I would do without it.” She said, “It kept me sane when I thought I’d be going mad, As Trinity I find that we all enjoy the movements and the actions that we can do. I’m sorry master, but I don’t know how else to explain it.” I laughed and held her hand. “That’s okay Trinity, there are times when Pauline gets confused as to who’s actually in control of her body, you are luckier as the three of you co-exist and co-operate with each other.” I told her pulling her in to hold her close to me. And so we remained for some time - just letting her relax in post-coital bliss. Then she shook herself and I released her, she took my hand and pulled me to the shower, where we just washed each other. I did offer to bring her off again but she shook her head. “I’m sorry master, I’m not refusing you as such, it’s just that I’ve got something to do, and I have to do it!” I could see that this puzzled her. “I think that like me you’ve been programmed by this Sister E, you’ll going to complete that programming and then you’ll be back to your new normal. She looked at me and nodded, “I’m glad you understand master, I think that I might hurt you if you’d refused.” She said quietly. “The reason why I understand is because I also have been programmed as well.” I told her, I dried us both off and we went upstairs, I went into Billie-Jo’s bedroom and retrieved a sun-dress, then I went to my bedroom and pulled on a tee-shirt and pants. Together we went down to my office and sat down in front of my computer. “Who should we contact first?” I asked her. “I think I need to apologise to that woman who tried to help me at the hospital.” Trinity said. ---- I brought up the dialling software and selected Elizabeth’s number. After a few minutes Little Cat answered the call. “Hello master, I’ll connect you to my mistress.” She said but was stopped by Trinity. “Not yet please, you were the girl in the hospital, the one I attacked aren’t you?” She asked. Little Cat stared at Trinity and her eyes opened as she recognised her assailant. She nodded. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were supposed to replace me as a slave and I was so confused that I had to attack you to show that I was stronger. It was something I’d been made to do, can you forgive me?” Trinity asked her. I could see Little Cat’s eyes, they showed her confusion and so I spoke up. “She does mean it Little Cat, it was part of her conditioning. She didn’t mean to hurt you but had no choice.” “I don’t understand but if master says it is so then I have to believe him. I accept your apology. I will pass you onto Mistress now.” The screen faded for a moment and a burst of music started to play. When it brightened Elizabeth’s face was showing amazement. “Hello Margaret, Little Cat has told me what you said, are you fully aware of what you did?” She asked without preamble. “Doctor. I know how I was treated and how my mind was altered by my kidnapper, I’m not certain if it is under control at the moment, but I hope so. My name is Margaret, Mahut and Maggie, collectively we are Trinity.” Elizabeth blinked at the words but recovered herself. “I see, so if I wanted to talk to Margaret?” She asked. “I’m here Doctor, I remember you, you came to see daddy before he left.” Margaret said smiling. Elizabeth smiled back at her, “Yes Margaret I did, how do you feel about this situation?” Margaret frowned, “It’s strange, I mean I’m here, but I’m aware of the other two, Mahut and Maggie, it’s like they’re standing in the shadows, I do know that if I have a problem they will be there to help me.” Elizabeth wasn’t as fazed as I expected, but then with the people like Pauline she knew about aspects and was treating Trinity as just another aspect of Margaret. “So who else inhabits your body?” She asked. Margaret lowered her eyes, and someone else looked back at Elizabeth. “My name is Mahut, I was a handmaiden to Ra at the temple of Kom Ombo. The high priest Yonlon killed me and imprisoned my soul in a Canoptic jar. I was implanted into Margaret by Roger in order to control the new construct that had also been implanted.” Mahut lowered her eyes again. The next person looked up and smiled, “Hi there, I’m Maggie, I was created from Margaret’s memories, but some were not included, so I’m younger than I seem, I remember you too Doctor Liz, you asked me some questions . . . Oh sorry, you asked Margaret some questions before we left. I remember waving goodbye to Maddie and you when dad . . . Margaret’s dad . . . drove us off.” Elizabeth blinked, slightly overwhelmed by Maggie’s approach to this questioning, but Trinity was now back together. “We apologise for Maggie Doctor Elizabeth but she is really the child within, just as Mahut is the adult within.” This time I blinked! “Hold on, I understood about Maggie being younger, but just how old is Mahut?” I asked. Trinity thought for a moment and then Mahut blinked her eyes. “Master, I have seen 24 summers,” She lowered her eyes before looking up, “I hope my age hasn’t put you off this body.” She asked. I laughed and hugged her, “Not at all Mahut, but unfortunately all I can see is the body, not the occupants.” I told her. On the screen Elizabeth laughed at my answer, “Don’t worry, Trinity, you’ll find that most men will only take notice of the body. You will be enticing to Paul as you are.” She then reset her face. “I take it you’re reporting that Margaret has been returned to you.” I nodded, “But as you can see. More than Margaret has returned. Like me she has a message for your Council, but unlike me she knows about it. I thought it would be better if you stayed on the line to listen to it. I believe the police are monitoring this call anyway I request that they disengage now.” I waited for a moment and then called up the manual dialling program. Trinity reached for the keypad and pressed a series of numbers, but before she could press the enter key another screen opened on my computer. “There is no need for that – The council of Ropeville is present!” The same woman’s voice, the one I nicknamed No. 1, spoke out. Trinity positioned herself in front of the camera. “Greetings, I bring you a message from Sister E. The time of separation is nearing its end, I send you this child as an ambassador, a child of both our realms, able to talk to us and you. As a gesture of our goodwill I offer you a gift.” Trinity turned to look at me, “Master I would ask you to leave for the time being, the gift I offer is not intended to be heard by you, I don’t mean to be rude but it is important.” Her eyes were pleading and so I got up, “Don’t upset this girl or I’ll come back to Ropeville and find your meeting place and really turn it over!” I left the room before they could reply. As I closed the door I heard Trinity start to sing. ---- I was tempted to listen to the call on another system, but decided not to. I went down to the basement and looked around. It was in a slight mess, so I started to tidy it up. I smiled when I thought about the times I’d spent here with my girls, I wasn’t sure why I was having these depressing thoughts. I went to the toy cupboard and started to make an inventory of the items there. Nipple clamps in size order likewise the dildos (mainly from mouse size to oh-my-go-NO!). Then the whips, from fine-hair to bull. I must have spent over an hour before I heard the basement door open. I turned to see Trinity there looking at me, I was holding a flogger in my hand. She smiled and removed her sun-dress leaving her naked in front of me. “Master, I gave you an order earlier. A slave should never put herself above her master, I deserve punishment.” She went down onto her knees and spread her arms out. I felt the weight of the flogger in my hands and thought, ‘why not?’ I stepped up to the girl and walked around her. She didn’t move and kept her head forward. I struck on her back first with the flogger, watching her skin turn red with the aftershock of the blow. “Thank you master.” She said and remained in position, I walked around her again, this time the blow was straight onto her breasts. I watched her eyes open wide as she took in a deep breath and then released it. “Thank you master.” She said again. The next blow landed on her ass, right on the crevasse, the fingers of the flogger separating the cheeks and finding the bits in-between. She didn’t scream out but took another deep breath. “T . . . thank you . . . master.” She managed to say. “Stand up Trinity and spread your legs. I’d like a larger target to aim at.” I said quietly. She did this without questioning, I began to worry that she had slipped back into the slave persona that Roger had created. I had decided on five strikes, so far three down two to go. The fourth again was targeted on her ass. She wasted a few minutes before she was able to say, “Thank you master!” She now knew where the last strike was going, she reached up with her arms as if trying to find something there, then she went onto her tip-toes and waited. I knew she couldn’t hold that pose for long and so I immediately brought the flogger up between her legs. The strands finding their way into parts of her that she hadn’t realised she had. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she started to breath quickly, almost hyperventilating. Then she managed to control herself and she spoke again, “Thank you master.” And she waited for more! “That’s it Trinity, I think 5 is enough at the moment, you may relax now.” I said, she lowered herself down onto the soles of her feet and lowered her arms, I pulled her close to me. And then she cried, not the tears of the newly whipped, but an agonising bawl of a child who has lost everything. I knew she was crying for her parents, killed long months ago as part payment for her enslavement. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her down on the mattress and covered her with a blanket. In an afterthought I picked up Danny and put him with her. A ten year old child with her favourite toy. I moved a chair to beside the bed and sat down watching her as she sobbed herself to sleep. ---- I awoke with a pain in my back, I vowed that I would never sleep in an upright chair again. The lights in the basement were dim, it must have been late at night. I’d missed dinner and my stomach was making its objections known to me. I got up from the chair and looked at the sleeping girl in front of me. She was holding tight to the teddy-bear and smiling. I resisted the urge to stroke her hair and walked quietly from the cell. I walked upstairs to find that it was dark outside; I was surprised that so much time had passed. I must have been more fatigued than I’d realised, perhaps my worry about Margaret was the cause of this. I went to the kitchen and turned on the hot-plates to start cooking a meal. I looked around for the frying pan . . . which I found in the sink! We hadn’t cleaned it from this morning. I pulled it out and ran water over it before wiping it, not very hygienic but then . . . I was hungry. I looked through my cupboards for food, and found them completely stocked up! I checked the dishwasher, it was empty! So what the hells happened and why was the frying pan still in the sink? I checked the freezer, again fully stocked. I found a couple of TV dinners, looked at them and shrugged. I turned off the hot-plates and switched on the oven. I went through the house while the oven was heating up. ---- My first stop was my office, I couldn’t see any changes there but my computer was displaying a couple of ‘message-waiting’ icons, showing that some video-mail had been received, I pressed on the oldest icon and sat down. On the screen was the woman known as Sister E. She smiled at me, or rather at the camera “Hello Paul, I’m afraid we been busy again, so that you were not disturbed you were placed under a spell of sleep.” She paused for a moment and then continued, “Of course in this day and age you don’t believe in such things, so lets just say you were hypnotised into sleeping, as I didn’t want my servants to be seen by you. We do, however, still owe you for the gifts that my two slaves were able to give us and, when you need to, you will be able to contact us.” She paused again, “until the next time we meet.” And the screen faded. Intrigued I opened the second icon and saw two smiling faces, “Hello Master and Trinity if you’re there, we’ve sneaked behind Mistress to send this to you.” The two girls moved away from the camera to show them wearing tunics, skirts, short white socks and sandals. They went to a group of musical instruments where Sinister picked up a flute and Dexter went to a keyboard.” “Master we don’t know why, but Trinity is not allowed to let you hear her sing the ‘song of the morning’, but we would like to play some music for you.” The two girls looked at each other and started to play. A nice soothing piece by Beethoven, then Rachmaninov. And then one that I didn’t really recognise, although there was something . . . I found myself humming along to it. As I listened I felt a warming glow from inside myself, it was spreading out through my body, I sank back listening to the music, feeling the warmth and relaxing . . . relaxing . . . relaxing . . .
A slim hand closed down the music. I found that I couldn’t move! It was as if I was recovering from over-exertions of sex . . . I manage to turn my head and looked at . . . Trinity. She was shaking her head, not in an accusing manner but as a mother to an erring child, she spoke . . . but I couldn’t hear her, the tune was still playing in my head . . . I closed my eyes. ---- The smell of food awoke me, a tray was placed before me along with some cutlery. I looked up at Trinity who was now smiling at me. “You should be feeling better now master, but you need to eat to restore the energy that was stolen from you!” I began to devour the food, I did need it I found as it vanished from the tray, I looked up to find that Trinity had already replaced it with another. She gestured that I should also eat this. I noticed that she was now eating her own dinner while watching me. When I had finished Trinity also stopped eating. She took her tray and mine away and when she returned she went down onto her knees before me and sat back on her haunches. She looked at me; it was Trinity’s eyes watching me. “Master? Are you recovered enough now?” She asked me. “Y . . . yes, thank you Trinity, what happened?” I asked her weakly. “You listened to a small piece of the Earth Mothers ‘song of the morning’ master. It is something that no man can do! It affects the body, drawing out its energy and transferring it to the nearest female. When I awoke I could feel it, and that was why I had to stop the music.” I tried to feel inside myself. I was weaker! Who would have done this to me? I asked Trinity. “Sister E believes that she owes you too much to want you dead or enslaved.” She replied. “But I am not so sure about the Coven of Seven who controls Ropeville.” “Where does such a powerful musical weapon come from?” I asked. “It was created in the beginning of time so the sacrifices didn’t fight against their deaths.” She saw my eyes widen and nodded, “Yes master, it is an ancient ritual used by the Amazons and Valkyries, the protectors of the Earth Mother to gain strength from their male slaves and enemies. When they were defeated, the song was split up into three, but has always remained deeply hidden within the female descendants. Sister E had a part of it, another group has part of it and the last part arrived in the New World, when females fleeing prosecution of the Inquisition for being witches brought it to the Americas, drawn to an ancient site.” “Ropeville?” I asked she nodded. “The tune was found there along with, the well of life.” She paused and then carried on, “The women who found it also discovered its waters had rejuvenating properties for females only, also there was another side effect, the birth ratio of male population decreased, not enough to wipe out the town population, but enough to make them search out for men at times. “So that’s why there are only women in high places.” I broke in to say. Trinity nodded, aware that she was passing secrets that shouldn’t be spoken, “Yes, but that’s not important right now, the main problem is to ensure that you never hear that tune again!” She said earnestly “Or you might find me dead one day?” I said jokingly “We might not even find that! One strong wind and the dried husk remnants of your body would be scattered!” I got upright quickly at that, “You mean that don’t you?” I said she nodded. The sound of the telephone made us both jump. I picked it up. “Paul Purple, do not listen to the message from the girls!” It was the voice of Sister E, “It’s most important for your safety!” She said. “I’m afraid you’re too late, I’ve already played part of it, and if Trinity hadn’t stopped it . . . Well I don’t think I’d be talking to you right now!” I said. “That’s good! But how do you feel?” She asked me. I used a line from an old radio program I heard once, “Like a military academy, bits of me keep falling out! . . . I’m sorry but I do feel weak and lifeless.” I finished by saying realising that it was true, I’d never felt like this before. “Well, I’m going to supply a couple of nurses to look after you for a few days, but they’re currently with one of my staff, but they’ll be sent off as soon as Sharon’s finished with them.” She told me and then asked, “Is Trinity with you now?” When I said she was then Sister E asked to speak to her. “Yes Mistress? . . . Of course mistress . . . I’ve already done that Mistress. . . . Yes Mistress . . . Certainly mistress . . . Well, I’m afraid I did . . . he needed to know! . . . Not all Mistress. . . . No mistress . .. Yes Mistress, Certainly mistress I will await them. . . . Yes Mistress, goodbye.” She hung up the phone and then looked at me. “Master, mistress has ordered me to get you to bed, you need to relax and regain what has been stolen from you!” She helped me to rise and I was surprised by how weak I really felt. Together we made our way to my bedroom where Trinity undressed me, helped me into the bed and got in with me. I heard her singing a strange tune which lulled me to sleep, before I did a thought passed through my mind, ‘I wonder if there is a song of the night-time?’ |