The Course

I

The destination was nothing special, just a clearing with a couple of tents and an ATV parked next to them.  The Masters took their hapless, exhausted slaves aside and freed their arms.  Flora struggled to lift them, there was hardly any feeling left after being cuffed and strapped for nearly a day. She was secretly hoping that her Master would cut her some slack for the rest of the day.  A wash would be nice, she thought to herself, some more food, even a place to lie down and rest.

They were surrounded by trees, the sun was high and bright. Flora could feel her arms again and she was rubbing one with the other. Violet, in the meantime, had been taken into a tent by her Master. Flora’s master had stepped into the dense forest for a few minutes, leaving Flora all by herself.  Many in her shoes would have contemplated making a run for it but that would be stupid and suicidal. She knew at the end of this ordeal she would be back at home with her Master. She trusted him.

Her Master emerged from the woods and went into his tent. He came out with a small pail of water and a piece of cloth. He set it down in front of Flora.

“Clean up, you’ve got work to do,” he ordered her and retreated into his tent.

“Thank you, Master,” Flora said with a smile and crouched before the pail and soaked the cloth in the small amount of water he had given her. He handed her a few granules of soap.

Flora did the best she could, tending to her hands, face, pussy and ass. With the last few drops of water she wiped down her breasts and underarm and got up, feeling a little better.

By now her Master had re-emerged from the tent. He was holding a small sack.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her the sack, “enough supplies to last you a week in the woods. You will continue on your course. The next bit shouldn’t take you more than three days. You’ll find a fresh water stream along the way. Your ankle bracelet will not guide you any more. It will only tell me where you are. You’re looking for an elevated area followed by a clearing where you will see the lake.  There will be a boat waiting for you with more supplies and instructions.  Don’t do anything stupid along the way. I’ll be watching you.”

Flora opened the sack and looked inside. It was heavy.  There were six liter bottles of water, two packets of pellets, a small loaf of bread and three each of apples, oranges and bananas. There was also a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste as well as a packet of wipes and a small piece of soap.

Master pointed her in the right direction.  Flora slung the heavy sack over her shoulder and hunched over, she began walking. The sack was going to slow her down. She was alone again as Violet was still in the tent with her Master.

II

Flora had been walking for a while now.  She kept switching the sack from one shoulder to another. She had to carry it as there were no more green flags with supplies waiting for her on this island. She stopped a couple of times to rest and drink water. She also had a meal of pellets and a banana. She figured she could make the supplies easily last a week. She had to find the freshwater spring before that as her drinking water would certainly run out.

She tried to go as far as possible but the ordeal of the previous day combined with the lack of sleep made her very tired so she decided to stop for the night under a cluster of trees. She put her sack down and walked across the path to squat and pee. After she finished she came back and lay down and closed her eyes.

The rumbling of thunder woke her up. She could hear the leaves whistling. A big storm was coming. She had to find cover as the trees wouldn’t shelter her from the rain. She got up and pulled herself up the path as the rain began pelting down. Finally, she hauled herself and her sack into a tiny crevasse that was well-shaded and dry.

By now it was pouring rain. Flora figured it would stop by dawn as she crouched in the crevasse and bided her time.  The sun rose but was hidden behind the thick dark clouds. The rain showed no sign of relenting. Flora brushed her teeth and ate some food. She filled an empty water bottle with rainwater. She scurried out of her crevasse to some bushes to relieve herself. She had to make a decision, carry on in the rain to higher ground, or wait it out.  She decided to go for it.

III

By the time she found the path that led to higher ground Flora was drenched and muddy. The sack was tied around her ankle and she was clutching four water bottles to lighten the load. She was tired, the rain hadn’t stopped it only got worse. She had slipped and fallen several times and each time got up covered in mud that was washed off by the rain. When she could go no further she leaned against a tree and rested.

She found the sloping path that would lead to the higher ground she had been instructed to find. She struggled up that path, slipping and sliding along the way. She had never experienced rain like this before.  She put the water bottles back in the sack after refilling the empty ones with rainwater. She got down on all fours and crawled up the muddy path. Finally she could go no further. It was dark. She didn’t have the energy to find a dry spot. There were none left of the island. Exhausted, she passed out in the mud.

IV

Flora had a dream she was swimming. She was wearing a white bikini, her hair was neatly tied and she was in the pool with her friends, enjoying themselves in the sun and wading to the edge of the pool to enjoy their drinks. Somewhere in the dream she found herself in a soft bed, sleeping in a t-shirt, clutching a vibrator. She found herself in the spa, getting an all-body wax, including a Brazilian. She found herself in the shower, loofahing her skin with the most fragrant body wash. She found herself in her Master’s office, still clothed in a very short skirt and white bikini tip, slowly submitting to his will, answering his questions, stripping one piece of clothing at a time, first the top, then the skirt, then her panties. She untied her hair and let it fall to her shoulders, she stepped out of her flip flops. He admired her slim, smooth body. So clean, so unnatural, he said. So unnatural. The words kept echoing in her head as the image of her Master was replaced with that of her stepmother with whom she lived. Not a nice lady, not much older than her. She made her clean the house every Saturday, from top to bottom, vacuuming, scrubbing, doing the laundry.  Flora hated her but had no choice but to listen. Secretly, however, she loved being bossed around, being told what to do, how to live. Her stepmom never punished her, just berated her constantly.  Flora dreamt that she was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor on a hot and humid day. It was late afternoon, she hadn’t been allowed to shower yet, she was in a t-shirt and panties, soaked with sweat but her panties were also soaked by her throbbing pussy.  The scene changed in her dreams, she was scrubbing the floor of her prison cell, the arresting officer from her prom night (and incidentally her 18th birthday) screaming at her from outside the cell. She was wearing her torn prom dress, she was hoping the officer would come into the cell and rip it off. So unnatural. The words came back in her dream.

V

Flora woke up. Her head was pounding. She was lying on her back now. It had stopped raining. She was lying on a rough surface. She realized she was no longer outside on the muddy path. In fact, she couldn’t move her arms and legs. Her arms were shackled to an iron grate above her. She was lying on some hay. Her legs were in the air, spread three feet wide and shackled to the same grate at her ankles. Somebody had captured her again. She had either slept right through it or they had drugged her.

The room was bright. She blinked several times and turned her head to see where she was. She saw two concrete walls on either side of her. She was in some sort of a cage. Whoever had captured her had taken the time to wipe most of the mud off her body. She turned her head to the side and saw a straw a few inches away. She leaned over as best as she could and sipped from it. It was water. She was thirsty. She drank as much as she could without spraining her neck. Her bladder was fun. She really had to pee. There was no one around. Who knew when she would be freed from this cage. She let it flow with force, the hot jet emerging from the tangle of hair between her legs and hitting the grate above her and the wall near her feet. Her piss splashed onto her legs and thighs and also pooled near the end of the cage. The final drops clung to her pussy and rolled down into her buttcrack. Flora sighed and waited.

She heard footsteps. She heard a door open. Someone was there but before that person checked on Flora, he or she was moving stuff around. Flora could hear planks of wood and chains being rattled. Finally she was staring at her Master through the grate.

He was leaning over. He was shirtless and unshaven. It was rare for him to be that way. She always saw him well-dressed and well-groomed. Maybe it was too hot in his mind. He always carried himself well. She could smell his cologne, mixed with sweat. He was smiling at her.

“Be glad I found you else you would have slid down the hill into the flooded path and drowned. You still haven’t learned how to navigate the woods so I thought you could use a little break. At this rate you’ll never finish the course but I’ll let you keep trying. I am a very patient man,” he said, walking around and unlocking the cage by opening the wall near her feet. Since the floor of the cage was sloping a little bit, Flora’s piss puddle had drained out and been absorbed by the ground. Her Master crawled into the cage and was on top of Flora, on all fours, looking her in the eye. He was naked and erect.

“My friends and I own all these islands. We each have special playrooms scattered around. You found a couple of the last island. This is one of my special rooms and you’re presence makes it even more special,” he said as he entered her. His throbbing cock pushed into Flora’s damp pussy. She grit her teeth as she accommodated him. He buried himself deeper and deeper as she got wetter and wetter. He kneaded her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Bead of sweat dripped off his body onto hers.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Say what,” Flora asked, gasping for breath as she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

“Say who you are and who I am,” he ordered, also panting.

“You are my Master. I love you dearly. I always obey,” Flora’s words got lost as she exploded into an orgasm, juices gushing down her pussy and washing his cock. He slid his cock out and sprayed his cum all over her breasts and face. She stuck her tongue out and let the salty cum enter her mouth. He crawled out of the cage, reached around and picked up a thick vibrator and slid it into her soaking wet pussy. He turned it on the highest setting. It began to vibrate with a whirring sound. Flora began to moan loudly.

As he was locking the cage he said, “when you came to me you smelt artificial, you looked artificial. That pussy was waxed bald. It may have been smooth but I patiently waited for all the hair to grow back. The woman’s body must be kept natural at all times. No perfumes or fancy soaps, no makeup, no body hair removal, no clothes, no rights, no dignity. You’re making good progress Flora.”

She wasn’t able to focus on what he was saying as the vibrator was kicking her into a frenzied state. He came back after 15 minutes and unlocked the cage. Flora had cum again but the vibrator was still in place. He pulled it out and turned it off. He brought it close to her face. She could smell her juices mixed with her sweat. He made her lick it clean. Then he freed her arms and legs and ordered her to come out of the cage. She did and he pulled her to her feet. She struggled for a bit. He led her by her arm to the middle of the shed. 

He fixed her feet to metal rails, almost four feet apart. Then he made her lean forward so she looked like an inverted “L”. He put her neck and wrists in holes cut into a wooden plank that was fixed to the metal rails by two posts. It was very uncomfortable. She could move her neck around a little bit. Her breasts dangled below her. In front of her, against the wall she saw what looked like an exercise bike but the wheel had chains attached to the metal rails. Once she was secured her naked Master surveyed the scene and opened a trunk.

VI

Flora felt like she was on fire. Her skin was red all over and burning. He was using a sheet of leather that he gripped in two corners and he was slapping her back, ass and legs with it. Each slap covered a wide area of her skin. He varied the intensity each time, easing off before coming down harder and harder. Tears streamed down Flora’s face as she screamed out in pain. He made sure he covered her well. He had re-inserted the vibrator but Flora couldn’t think about her throbbing pussy as she was screaming in pain.

“Please Master, please stop,” she implored him. He simply laughed and ran his fingers over her hot, red skin. There were no cuts or welts. He was very good. She’d be as good as new once the redness subsided.

He paused and came around to look at her. He let her drink a bottle of water, even fed her some pellets. She was hungry but eating was the last thing on her mind. He went over and sat on the exercise bike. He began pedaling slowly, Flora’s legs were dragged up the rails until the hit the front posts of the contraption she was secured to. From an inverted “L” she looked like a “C”, her back arched, her ass at an angle to the ground.

He got up and walked behind her again. She noticed he was erect. She knew what was coming.

“Master,” Flora whispered softly.

“What is it now?” he asked, sounding irritated.

“I have to poop,” she said.

He placed a bucket under her and pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. He slapped her ass hard and said, “go.”

She relieved herself and he rinsed her off. He inserted a well-lubed buttplug into her and re-inserted the vibrator and turned it back on. He removed the bucket and left the room.

When he came back a few minutes later he pulled the buttplug out of her and slid his cock into her asshole. She screamed out as he settled inside her and began to move. The lube was helping a lot. The vibrator was still working on her pussy. He lashed her breasts with the 9-tails from below her as he moved.  She screamed louder and louder with each thrust and each set of lashes. Her nipples were erect and on fire. He came and sent his cum deep inside her. He went limp and slid out. He re-inserted the buttplug.

VII

By now several hours had passed. Flora was back in the inverted “L” position, her back parallel to the ground once again.  Master had removed the buttplug and transferred the vibrator into her ass where it was whirring gently, keeping Flora constantly aroused. He had fed her and given her plenty more to drink and as a result she had pissed a few more times onto the ground below her. He even wiped her tear-streaked face with a wet towel and let her rinse with some mouthwash. Her back no longer stung but it was still a little sore. Her muscles were sore as well and she kept moving her neck around in the wooden plank just to bring comfort to her aching muscles.

He had come and gone several times throughout the day. He had fucked her a couple of times as well. Her pussy was sore and throbbing, her asshole was feeling the same way. She didn’t know how long she could hold out. This was getting very intense. She had endured longer periods in stressful positions in the past but after the ordeal of the past few days she was spent.

The sun was going down, she could sense it through the one window in the shed. Her Master entered, pushing a dolly with a crate on it. He was still naked, though it seemed that he had bathed as Flora could smell his body wash. He opened the crate and took out a large battery and another gadget that he hooked up to the battery. Flora began to think he was going to give her electric shocks. Instead he took out a shear, one she had seen used in hair salons to buzz men’s hair. He’s going to shave me, she thought to herself, but that would be contrary to his whole belief system. She wouldn’t complain if he shaved her sweaty underarms and the tangled mass of hair that covered her pussy, but he had other plans.

He hooked up the shear to the power source and turned it on. It cord wasn’t long enough to reach her pussy. He grabbed her by the hair and twisted her hair with his fingers. Her hair was tangled beyond belief. It was caked with mud, it hadn’t been combed or brushed in ages and it hadn’t been washed with soap in a while. He brought the shear closer, Flora tensed and closed her eyes as he ran the shear right up the middle of her head and locks of tangled, dirty hair fell to the floor. He left a two-inch bald track in the middle of her head.

Then he went up her sides, shearing the hair off from around and behind her ears. Soon she just had two patches of hair on either side of the top of her head. He cleaned that up in a matter of minutes, leaving a nearly bald, stubbly head behind. He rubbed her head with his palm. Flora looked down at the pile of hair on the floor and began to cry.

He turned off the shears and went behind her. He removed the vibrator from her ass and put it in a case with disinfectant.  He slowly removed her from her restraints, freeing her neck and wrists and after some time, her ankles. She felt her bald head. She had stopped crying after he yelled at her and slapped her.  He led her back into the cage where she lay down on the hay. He secured her wrists and ankles on the grate, keeping her legs spread. He slid a buttplug into her and locked the door, leaving a water bottle with a straw within reach.