| MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 4 ] The next day I awoke alone. This in itself was unusual as either Billie-Jo or Pauline would be with me as I awoke. I wanted to feel their lips around a certain responsive part of my anatomy. I went down to the kitchen and cooked myself breakfast, which I devoured. While I was eating I checked my emails, there was one from Bill.
Good old Bill - Tell me everything while hiding the truth in his words. I re-read the message again and decoded it as I went. Margaret was part of a group of 10 children that Roger had trained. - Why fish? . . . You had shoals of fish, but that didn’t make sense. A group of fish? Oh yes! A school of fish. Okay so they were a school party on an outing. (Going for a swim). The last part became obvious. The head fisherman then becomes the headmaster of the school. So that’s how he paid for his sex slave by giving up nine others. I wrote down some notes outlining my suspicions. The next mail was from Ropeville. It consisted of several small files and a couple of video clips. I downloaded them all and viewed the first video film. It was a news report. ‘*Police officials are still searching for the group of students who were abducted n their school bus on a trip to the Seaworld Centre. The coach taking them has been found. But police report that apart from those of the children no other prints were revealed. The whereabouts of the 10 children, 3 boys and 7 girls, remain a mystery. The Headmaster, Mr. Richard Abrahams, appealed to anybody who has information to go to the police. A reward has been offered.*’ The next file was a police report regarding a road accident. ‘As you can see the car was forced off the road and into the trees, both occupants were killed outright. From the wheel base of the tracks it was obvious that it was a large vehicle, possibly military, as a Humvee has been suggested by our experts. From what we’ve been able to ascertain the two persons in the vehicle, Michael and Sonya Wilkinson, had contacted Mr. Abrahams about information they had gained and were on their way to discuss this with him. While they were en-route the accident occurred. Why they were going to see Mr. Abrahams instead of the local police station we will never know! The film jumped to an interview room as seen from behind a window. People inside could be heard through speakers in this room. “Mr. Abrahams you’ve reported the phone call from the Wilkinson’s, did they give you any reason why they were going to see you.” This was from a detective seated across from two other men. “Just that they believed they found important information regarding the kidnapped children and they wanted to talk to me before they acted on it.” The man Abrahams answered the question as if by rote. “Why didn’t they just call it in to us here?” “I don’t know, perhaps they weren’t sure of whatever it was they had, did you find any notes in the car?” He tried to sound like the concerned person that he appeared to be. “No it had been stripped clean! - Mr. Abrahams after you received the Wilkinson’s call did you make any other calls?” “Why no, I waited for them to arrive. When they failed to turn up I contacted the police and informed them.” “You didn’t even try to phone them at home, just in case they were still there?” The detective asked sounding puzzled, “Because that is what I would have done first.” Wilkinson shook his head. “No Detective, from the way they spoke on the phone I knew that they should have been with me but weren’t. I could only assume that something had happened to them, the roads can be very dangerous if you’re not used to them and they hadn’t been here for long.” His tone was so innocent and his face so guileless that it would have been plausible, except for what I knew. But I wasn’t the Detective. “That sounds perfectly fine Mr. Wilkinson, and I’m sorry you had to come here to be questioned, but you know how it is.” He stood up and opened the door to allow Wilkinson to leave. When he closed the door he turned to the camera and shook his head. “You know Frank he’s hiding something I know it!” I was puzzled as there was nobody else in that room, but a voice unfiltered by the speakers replied. “But his story holds water Josh. we’ve checked his phone records and the Wilkinson’s contacted him at 16:20, the only other call he made was at 17:20 when he phoned us. There’s no mistake.” Frank was obviously in the same room as the camera. “I know. But there’s something about him that stinks. I don’t know what it is.” Josh started pacing. “And another thing why did we have to film the interview?” “I donno, just someone from their home town wanted it. Oh shit I’ve left the camera running. . .” Just before the video went blank I saw Josh reach into a pocket as if mimicking somebody, he pulled out an empty hand and held it to his face and then looked back at the door. The screen went dark. The last item was a police report detailing the facts of the case most of which I’d already gleaned from the videos. Margaret’s parents were going to see Wilkinson, no doubt they’d found out about him, when they were killed. Although the Detective had his suspicions about Wilkinson wasn’t arrested and the case is still open. There was a postscript; Detective Josh Kirby was involved in a drive-by shooting a few hours later, whatever he thought died with him. ---- A sound from the monitor interrupted my reading. I’d spent too much time with the video and the messages and my guest was waking up. I went to the kitchen and got some cereal and milk with a plastic spoon which I put on a tray with a plastic beaker of milk. Then I was on my way downstairs. When I entered the basement Margaret was back in her basic position, kneeling on the floor with her forehead on the ground in front of her. This time I’d decided to allow her to earn her food, give her something she’s used to. “Good morning slave, I hope you slept well.” She mumbled something from the ground but I couldn’t make it out. “Stand up slave and repeat what you said. She was on her feet instantly. “I’m sorry master, I said yes thank you master.” It was obvious that her voice was back to normal as she showed no hesitation. This in itself was strange as I would have thought that she would be worried about breaking the bonds that had been programme in her. But then I gave her an order as her master and she was trained to obey. I nodded to her. “Good. Normally you would be expected to share my bed and keep me warm, but that will come later. Now have you relieved yourself this morning?” She shook her head and then replied, “No master, I didn’t know if you wanted to use my body first.” “I told you yesterday that you were to ensure that you were washed and clean, that implies that you also use the toilet. If I didn’t want you to have one it wouldn’t be there.” “This slave is sorry master and will try to remember. How many stripes for the punishment?” I considered this, she had to be slowly weaned off the punishment and pleasure routine soon, but for the moment I had to continue with it. “What is the normal?” She thought for a moment and then recited. “For infractions of master’s orders the punishment is as follows; 5 strikes with the cane for the first offence, 10 strikes for each subsequent infringement. If the punishment is more that 20 then the whip should be used as the slave should always obey the master - it will be up to the master as to the amount.” She stood in position. “I see, so you should receive 15 stripes for your failure, do you agree?” There was no hesitation in her voice now, she was scared. “Yes master that is correct!” I shook my head. “Now it is, you lied to me slave. That is what has caused your second set of punishment! Now go and get the cane and bring it to me!” I barked out the order and waited. Without thinking Margaret went straight to the cupboard and retrieved a cane from inside it, when she handed it to me she realised what she had done. I dismissed it. “Thank you slave! I’m happy you learnt where everything is! However I do not want you to be nosey again. Do you understand?” She looked at me, amazed that I wasn’t annoyed at her. “Yes master, thank you master.” “Assume the position slave.” I ordered her, this time she just looked puzzled. “What is wrong now, Slave?” “I’m sorry master but you haven’t said whether the stripes are to be on my back or front. I’m not certain which position you require.” she bit her lip as she finished saying this, would I be awarding extra stripes for her speaking out? “Ah. Now I understand slave, thank you for enlightening me. I think 8 stripes on the back and 7 on the front. And I’ll do the back first! Please remember slave I am not like your previous masters I do not have an instruction booklet to tell me your capabilities and will rely on you to honestly inform me. Now assume the position for the first 8.” She instantly lay on the bed, face down. Placing a pillow under her hips so as to raise her buttocks. I held the cane awkwardly allowing more sound than strike power. I brought my arm up and then down bringing the cane onto her backside raising a line where the cane hit. She jerked as the wood hit. But she never said a word I saw her turn her head so that she could see me. She watched as I raise my hand for the second blow. I could see her eyes widen. “Master can you stop for a moment.” She asked. “Begging already slave?” I said with a sneer on my face. “I’ve only delivered the first blow.” “I’m sorry master but you’ll hurt yourself more than me like that!” She said quietly. I paused for a moment. “Explain slave!” Was all I said. “May I rise, master?” She asked I nodded. She got off the bed and walked to me. “I will have to touch you master, please forgive me.” She said taking my hand and moving the cane into a more natural position. “This way master you will have more force with each blow and less wear on your wrist.” I tried the cane on the pillow and made an amazed sound when there was a satisfying ‘twack’ of wood hitting fabric. I nodded my head. “Yes I see slave, very good. Now assume the position for the remaining strikes.” She went back to the bed and placed herself back on the pillow. “I’m happy with your help slave and so I’m cutting your punishment in half. As I’ve already delivered the first blow that means 3 more on your back and 4 on your front.” I will admit that I didn’t hit as hard as I could have done, but I managed to raise a few welts on her back and bottom. “Alright slave turn over and present your front for punishment.” She got up from the bed and placed another pillow on the bed which and then she laid herself down on them. The pillows thus allowed her chest and hips to be raised prominently as targets. I gave a savage smile as I gazed on her lying there. “Four strikes slave; do you have any particular preference on the targets?” She shook her head, “No master, you are the one in control, I am your slave. Do with me as you will!” Again this was said as if it had been driven into her, which it had! The first blow landed on her hips and across her slit. The second was aimed at her chest, I couldn’t say tits as yet, and made her draw a ragged breath. I waited for her to prepare herself before striking again on her chest and then a final tap between her legs not a swipe just a tap. “Now slave I have finished with your punishment!” I told her. I could tell from her face that she didn’t think much of it but she had to follow the proscribed routine. “This slave thanks you master for endeavouring to enlighten me.” she got off the bed and approached me. She knelt down and kissed the cane. I smiled at her. “Very good slave, now clean the cane off and put it away. Then you may have your breakfast.” I sat down in a chair and watched her as she reverently took the cane to the cupboard and removed a cloth, which she used to clean off the cane. She stored it away tidily and closed the cupboard door. Then she returned to me and stood in front of me. “Yesterday you didn’t have to earn your food; this is something that I normally do not require of my slaves. However, I will let you earn you meal now.” I sat in the chair and watched her as she went down on her knees and reached to my pants. She undid the zip and gently reached in to remove my cock. She moved her head down and started to lick my shaft before engulfing the stalk into her mouth. She began to suck and move expertly on my cock. You had to hand it to Roger he produced a good slave. I resisted the urge to push her face down onto my cock. I was enjoying her ministrations on me and rewarded her with a copious amount of spunk. which she dutifully swallowed. I watched as she pulled her head away after cleaning my cock off. she wiped her lips with her tongue and then smiled slightly as if she liked the taste. I pointed to the food on the table. “That was well done slave, there is your food I want to see your plate clean when you finish.” She thanked me nicely and sat, gingerly in the seat, and started to eat the cereal. While she was doing that I went to the toilet area and started to fill the tub with warm water and bubble bath liquid. Sloshing the water to create more bubbles, I made sure the water wasn’t too hot - this was to relax her body not to punish her. When I was certain that it was fine I waited for her to finish her breakfast. She scraped the plate in an effort to remove all the milk that might have been hiding there and looked up. I beckoned to her and she got out of the seat and walked towards me. There was a look in her eyes, a look of fear. “What is wrong slave?” I asked her she looked up at me. “Nothing is wrong master. I obey your commands.” she said but her eyes were telling me a different story. “Well slave I’ll explain what I require.” I paused for a moment before carrying on, “You have been sleeping overnight and your body sweats. I require you to clean yourself completely. To do that I want you to take a bath! You will enjoy yourself while cleaning your body!” It may have been strange to tell a young girl to enjoy a bubble bath but sometimes it helps. Her eyes widened and she looked up at me. “Mas . . . Master may this slave ask a question?” I nodded my agreement. “This slave’s previous master would make this slave sit in a bath and then he would pull this slave’s legs and pull her head under the water.” She was looking at me with wide eyes as she said that. “For what reason? What had you done wrong?” I asked her. She shook her head. “My master required no reason. I was his to use as he saw fit!” I nodded my head when she said that. It was another side of Rogers’ training - he didn’t care what happened to his slaves once he’d sold them, which was also the reason why I don’t work in batches. “Alright slave I will tell you this. When I punish you I will inform you why you are being punished. I prefer to use either my hands or the cane for the punishment. I will not drown my slaves without reason. This is a simple bath. I will expect you to wash yourself in it and after you have dried off I want you to practise your ballet.” her face lit up as I said that. I pointed to the video and television. “You will find an instruction tape in the pile there, I expect you to follow it!” As she still watched me I added, “I have work to do and will not be able to watch you here. However! I will be watching you from hidden cameras so do not shirk your instructions, I will be back down in four hours with you lunch. You will have at least two hours with the ballet and one hour to relax afterwards.” I pointed to the bath, “Now get in that tub and wash yourself. I might do that for you in the future but not today.” I left her standing there and left the cell and the basement, I left the cell door open but not the basement door. I went to the living room and turned on the monitor. Margaret had seated herself in the tub and was laying there, a puzzled look on her face. Then she started to move the warm water over her chest where the cane had stuck her. I started to read the other paperwork that had been sent from Ropeville when a sound came over the speaker, Margaret was humming a tune, it was familiar at first and then I realised where I’d heard it before. The birthday party it had been playing in the background. Another link to her past was there, in her. There may be hope for her then. I remembered the teddy bear she’d been given, I was sure that I’d seen it before and then I remembered where. . . A trip to a shopping mall in Ropeville. What was its name now. . . I quickly brought up the dialling software. “Zabrina’s may I help you.” I recognised the young girl and smiled to her. “Hello Joliet, do you remember me?” I asked her. She studied my face and then smiled, “Yes sir I do, how are you and how is Pauline?” Joliet and Pauline had shared some ice-cream in a rather unique way once. “I’m fine and so is Pauline, in fact she’s in Ropeville at the moment. Is Christine available to speak to me?” Joliet’s eyes sparkled as she answered. “I’m sorry Mr. Purple but I’m afraid she measuring a customer at the moment.” I had to smile at that answer; I knew how the measurements were taken. “That’s okay; I hope you can help me though. I’m trying to trace a teddy-bear that would have been brought for Margaret Wilkinson on her birthday.” I watched her face as she thought for a moment. “That would be the training bear; it has a dildo attached to stretch a child. I think we have some in stock. Do you wish your measurements to be used for the final dildo?” She asked me as if it was a normal item - well for her it probably was! “Yes please, also if you have Michael’s measurement on file could you also include one to his size?” Joliet nodded, “of course we can Mr. Purple.” She paused for a moment before she spoke again, “Will you be visiting us again?” She said this with a smile as she remembered my last visit to Zabrina’s. I had to shake my head, “I’m sorry Joliet but I don’t think that’s possible.” and then I went back to the subject. “I’ll need the item quickly, is it possible to express deliver it?” Joliet nodded and said, “Of course Mr. Purple. We have a special arrangement for urgent parcels. I’ll inform Christine when she’s finished.” She looked behind her and I could hear a young voice giggling. “Thank you Joliet. That is all for now. I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.” As I was about to break the connection I added, “Careful of the ice-cream.” and was rewarded with a loud giggle from Joliet as the connection faded. I smiled at the screen for a moment and then shook myself. Memories were all very nice but now I had a young girl to work on. I listened to Margaret’s humming and wondered if it would work. |