| MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 13 ] Margaret didn’t know what to expect when she arrived in the medical section, but a line of cages with their doors open was the last thing she thought she would see. The woman there looked at the trio when they entered the room, she raised an eyebrow as she rose from her seat. “There you are at last! I’ve been waiting for you. I suppose you girls thought it would be great fun to make me delay my work?” She asked Dexter and Sinister. “No mistress Andrea, we apologise but we wanted to show Margaret some of the sights and got delayed at the punishment pit.” Again this was in stereo. Mistress Andrea shook her head. “I take it you have your next assignments, I should be finished with Margaret in an hour’s time, I expect you to return then. Now go!” She said to the girls. They kissed Margaret goodbye and quickly left, to make their appointment with Mistress Sharon. Margaret felt very alone and vulnerable with this woman, as with the strange woman in the punishment area there was a sense of age that hung around her. Margaret looked around the room, apart from the cages there was a table made of metal, several chairs and a sink. The room smelt like a hospital with it’s disinfectant but there was a strangeness in the air, and Margaret felt like someone else was watching. Margaret was still looking at the cages and Andrea smiled, “This isn’t like hospitals you remember child, our students are used to a more . . . rigorous life, while they are healing they remain in those cage overnight and report to their classes if they are able, otherwise they remain here. “Well come here child, I’m not going to hurt you, you know!” Mistress Andrea held out her hands to Margaret, as Margaret touched her Andrea pulled her close and then looked into her eyes as if searching her soul. Margaret found that she couldn’t look away from this woman. Mistress Andrea was looking inside Margaret. She had already examined her when she arrived and had already healed the slight burns that had remained on the girl’s vulva and breasts, the stretched and battered vagina and anal passages were treated and reduced slightly, to give her back the semblance of childhood that had been torn away from her. But now that she was fully conscious there were other tests to be made. But when Andrea moved to the child’s mind there was another person fighting away to gain control, a person who was almost a sister to . . . “Ah yes I see, child if I was to say . . .” Margaret didn’t recognise the phase but she blacked out anyway. ---- Slave looked at this woman, was she a threat to her existence? That she was in charge here was enough for slave to acknowledge her as her owner, she gently removed her hands from the woman and then knelt on the floor and rested her head on the ground. “Mistress.” She said and waited. Andrea could tell that the slave persona was something more that just an aspect! It was almost a full grown woman forced into this vessel. She asked this ‘person’ to rise and stand in front of her. The girl’s body stood as requested, one foot was placed in front of the other and her hands were crossed over the chest, her head lowered. Mistress Andrea contemplated this person in front of her, the attitude was ancient indeed, something that the school had re-introduced to these primitive people. She gathered her thoughts and spoke in Hebrew to the girl, who answered her. ‘What is your name slave?’ She asked gently. ‘I am Mahut au-Durst Mistress’ Slave replied, ‘I was handmaiden to Ra in the Temple at Kom Ombo, one day I was sent for, I entered the chamber of my Lord and . . . I awoke in this strange land speaking a tongue that I did not know and having a face that is not mine . . . Mistress can you not send me back to my temple?’ Slave looked up tears in her eyes. Andrea shook her head, ‘No child, that place is swallowed by the sands, the temple is in ruins and the stones scattered. This world is many, many years beyond your time’ Slave looked up, ‘But how can this be? All my friends those that I knew and loved are no more?’ She straightened up. ‘Mistress I beg you end my life so that I may join my friends, for without them I am nothing, nothing.’ And she started to cry. Andrea knelt down and pulled the girl/woman to her feet. ‘Sister stand for you are with your friends now!’ ‘But how can that be? For if what you say is true then the old Gods have banished me from their side.’ Slave cried into Andrea’s arms. Andrea comforted the girl/woman, holding her and whispering into her ear, ‘But sister, perhaps the gods have a need for you. I speak as a priestess of the temple of Isis at Philae, I swear by the Goddess Ma’at that your work is not yet over’ Mahut looked at this woman, she knew the gods names but she didn’t look ancient! She barely looked 30 years of age. ‘Priestess? I do not know what is happening to me!’ she looked to Andrea who smiled. ‘Mahut, I do understand what you are feeling, I am a healer here, but Sister E will be able to help you and bring your troubles to an end. She knows more than you and I will ever know, trust her, tell her of your life before this. For now return to your dreams and relax. Isis will watch over you handmaiden of Ra’ Andrea said to the girl/woman who closed her eyes. ---- When the girl opened her eyes Margaret looked out through them, “I’m sorry mistress, what did you ask me?” Andrea smiled, “I just asked you if you were comfortable here Margaret. It is a peaceful place for some, but it can also be daunting.” She said “I did feel strange when I met those two girls, Sinister and Dexter. I did have an urge to attack them, but, for some reason I don’t understand, I didn’t.” She said her forehead wrinkling in puzzlement. “I know Margaret, we were warned about such behaviour and so we have altered a part of you to question matters and to accept us.” Andrea told the girl. “So you’re controlling me! Is that what you’re saying?” Margaret asked resigningly Andrea shook her head, “Not at all child! All we’ve done is to allow you to decide for yourself, not the false control that was placed in you by that man. But lets not talk about that now, I have to complete my examination of you.” Margaret was puzzled, “Complete it? But I’ve just got here” She protested. Andrea shook her head, “Never mind child. Now lie on this table for me!” Andrea smiled as Margaret got onto the table and then shivered as the cold metal made itself felt on her skin. But then she steeled herself and rested on the metal as Andrea nodded encouragingly. “Well done child, you’d never believe the number of girls who make a fuss about heat and cold.” Andrea then started to touch the girl and follow the limbs while talking at the same time. “What I am doing is checking on your reactions to the tactile sensations.” Which was only part of the actual reason, Andrea was checking how the living bone reacted to her touch, just like an x-ray would show old breaks so Andrea could read – and heal – recent breaks. “When you arrived last night you were unconscious and so could not act as you are now reacting.” Andrea rubbed over Margaret’s chest, rising over the mounds that were forming her breasts. Andrea moved her hands lower down Margaret’s body, down the stomach and then the loins of the young girl, but there was nothing sexual in the touching, just a professional examination of the girl. “You feel badly abused here girl, but it will heal with the love and surrounding of your home and family.” Andrea’s eyes were wide open and unseeing as she said this, “Once you are returned you will find that although these memories will not fade they will be accepted into your mind. “Why do you say that?” Margaret asked but Andrea didn’t hear her as her hands were now moving down Margaret’s legs, finding a wound that was there, untreated by her kidnapper and ignored by her buyer. Andrea concentrated and held onto the leg, sending power through her hands and onto the wound. Margaret felt the warmth on her leg, and then a slight movement within the leg, finally noticing the absence of a pain that had been continuously there. “Turn over child.” Andrea directed Margaret, who twisted over and rested face down on the cold surface, taking a deep breath as she did so. Andrea started at Margaret’s feet, working up the girl’s legs to her ass, feeling the numerous ridges that remained from her original abduction and training. She didn’t do anything about these wounds, they would heal with time, she moved from the heart shaped buttocks along the spine of the girl, feeling a slight irregularity in the spine. This she could deal with. She concentrated on the bones and then mentally gave a twist . . . There! Margaret nearly screamed with the sudden pain. “I’m sorry Margaret but it will pass . . . it has passed . . . It’s just a memory.” And indeed the pain had passed! Andrea worked up the shoulder blades and then the neck and to Margaret’s head, finding the entry points of the two implants, now healed. Andrea took a deep breath and stepped back. “That’s it child, you may get up now.” Margaret moved swiftly off the table, with less effort than she thought she would have needed. “I feel different somehow? What did you do to me?” She asked, and then remembered herself. She went down to her knees and placed her head on the floor. “I’m sorry Mistress, I forgot myself! I am ready for punishment.” Andrea smiled at her, “I am pleased you are aware of your failings, and I appreciate your willingness to be punished. But I’m not going to undo the work I’ve done on your back and legs.” She looked to the door where Sinister and Dexter were now standing. “Come in you two, let me check your backs!” Margaret went back onto her buttocks and watched as the two girls entered the room and then obediently turned around to display the five stripes on their backs. Andrea smiled at them. “Does it hurt you much?” She asked them. Both girls nodded and spoke in their stereo. “Mistress Sharon allowed an apprentice to practise on us, but we had to teach her how to use the strap first! She was only getting half the power in her strikes beforehand and Mistress Sharon was having to re-do the punishments.” “I hope you’ve taught her well?” Andrea said while inspecting their wounds. “Oh yes, she’s much better now. In fact she’s so much better that Mistress Sharon let her prove it on us! Boy is she better!” Andrea nodded, “Yes, she did those nicely, enough to mark and cause pain, but not deep enough to damage. They should hurt for the next few hours and then by tomorrow you’ll only feel them when anyone touches them.” She allowed them to turn so that they faced her. “There’s no need for me to do anything. Now I believe Sister E is waiting to see Margaret!” “Yes Mistress Andrea.” The girls said and again reached out to Margaret, who they pulled to her feet and dragged out of the door. Andrea watched them go and then spoke to the air. “Sister you heard all that?” “I did!” Sister E’s voice sounded in Andrea’s mind. “Is there anything we can do for Mahut?” Andrea asked. “Oh yes . . . but then there is a lot that Mahut can do for us!” Was Sister E’s reply. |