The Course

I

Flora was outside on all fours. A heavy metal ring had been placed around her neck and a chain was attached to it. Her palms were flat on the ground. She had been ordered to keep her back straight. There was a plug in her ass. The sun was beating down hard. It was her first day outside in at least three days. She kept her face parallel to the ground, staring at the ground below her. Her arms and legs were growing tired but he wasn’t done yet. A warm bowl and plastic glass were resting on her back. She didn’t dare to move as she risked spilling his meal and incurring his wrath. He was sitting inches away on a rock, naked, leaning over with his bread and scooping out the baked beans from the bowl. She had already been fed, pellets and a banana. The smell of baked beans was enticing but she wasn’t getting any.

She felt something crawling up her leg. She gently moved her leg. It must be an ant, she thought, but she wanted it off. She shook her leg once too often and knocked her Master’s glass of water off her back.

“Stupid bitch,” he screamed as the water splashed on the ground next to her, “you can’t do anything right, can you?” he yelled, striking her bare ass with his hand and then pushing her to the ground. She lay on her side, quivering, muttering apologies when he climbed on top of her and pinned her down.

His face was an inch away from her face. She was breathing heavily. He had her pinned by her arms, his knees kept her thighs close together. He was erect and ready.

“After all I have taught you, you couldn’t keep still for 15 minutes while I ate. You’re such a moron. I should make you finish the course without any supplies, maybe that will teach you!”

“I’m sorry Sir,” Flora muttered as he pulled her legs apart and lifted her knees. He entered her with some force but as always, she was wet and ready.

“Ahhhh,” Flora screamed as his hard cock slid into her for the second time that day. His movements were more urgent than ever before but she was flowing and close to an orgasm but before she could cum he pulled out and turned her over. He removed the buttplug and plunged into her ass as she was on all fours. He grabbed her breasts hard and pumped her until he came inside her. After he slid out he pulled her up by the chain and led her into the woods. He shackled her ankles to two trees and made her lean forward. He pulled her arms back in the airplane position and secured them with vines that hung from branches. He went back to the shed and returned with the 9-tails, leather sheet and whip. He proceeded to flog her from the neck down, lashing her breasts from below with the 9-tails and then her pussy. He used the leather sheet with both hands to redden her back and legs. When his arms tired he fucked her. She was disoriented, in pain and had lost the energy to scream or beg for his mercy. He would show none. For good measure he aimed and pissed into her face, forcing her to keep her mouth open. She gagged on the hot salty liquid. He threw a bucket of water at her face and walked away.

II

He was out of sight for most of the day. Flora thought about the transformation she was seeing in him. He had become more animalistic in his ways, more primitive. He was naked and unshaved, she wondered if he was developing a new role for himself. Either way she would still be his property, she would continue to serve him faithfully for she had nowhere to go.

When he came back he was a man transformed. He was clothed again. So much for becoming more primitive, Flora thought to herself. He freed her from her restraints. She rubbed her wrists and arms to bring some sensation back into them. He gave her a bottle of water and a bowl of pellets. She crouched and ate in silence, then peed under a tree. He led her back towards the shed on all fours, pulling her by the chain as she crawled in the late afternoon sun across the clearing, past the campfire and into the shed.

Once inside he spoke.

“I have to head home now. You are not done yet. You have a few choices for a change. I can take you with me, which means the course will be incomplete and your daily routine will change dramatically once you’re at home. You can continue on the course as discussed earlier. The path hasn’t changed, the boat still awaits you. Or I can summon Violet’s Master and you can go with him for a while. What say you?”

Flora thought for a moment. How different would it be back home? She’d still be naked and working 12 hour days. What else could he take away from her? She had been through a hellish ride on these islands, how much worse could it get? The challenge of the course still intrigued her. She felt she would have some freedom to chart her path even though there were risks involved. She wanted to see Violet, she wondered how she was doing. But her Master was another piece of work.

“I’ll continue on the course,” she replied.

“Very well,” her Master said with a smile. He removed the metal ring from around her neck and knelt down and programmed her ankle bracelet. “This won’t tell you anything, it’ll just keep us informed,” he said, “now go on your way.” He pushed Flora out of the shed.

“Any supplies, Master,” Flora asked.

“You’ll find them along the way,” he said, “just walk up the path where I had you tied up earlier today.”

Flora headed out, the setting sun glowed in the distance as she disappeared into the woods, her bald head shining, her dirt and sweat stained body dragging along.

About forty minutes into her walk, with the sun fully set and evening covering the island Flora came upon a small bag. He was right, supplies for her. Two bottles of water, an apple, a packet of pellets and her toothbrush. She ate the apple and some pellets and washed it all down with a bottle of water. She brushed her teeth and peed. She decided to stop for the night.

III

She slept very peacefully through the night. It was very pleasant, a cool breeze blew across the island. She woke up when the birds were chirping and the sun was beginning it’s ascent. She got up, yawned and stretched, and dusted off her body. She wondered if that freshwater spring would appear somewhere, she wanted to take a nice cool bath somewhere. She ate the rest of the pellets and drank most of the remaining water. She brushed her teeth and splashed some of the water onto her face. She resumed her trek through the woods. The path was dry, there were no more signs of the recent rainstorm. She stopped to relieve herself, she found some leaves to wipe herself with. It was going to be a hot day, she could sense. She hoped to come across more supplies soon, at least some water.

She came across the spring. It was small but it was refreshing. She drank copiously from it and took the opportunity to wash herself. She knew she was at a considerable elevation. She was hungry but there was nothing she could think about eating so she decided to move on for some more time. The water had filled her and quenched her well and after another hour of walking she saw the downward slope, rather steep but it led to a beach and she could see a boat in the distance.

Flora was thrilled. She made her way down the slope, trying to keep her footing as it was steep. She decided to get down on her hands and knees and crawl backwards so she wouldn’t roll down and get hurt. When she reached the bottom she ran across the warm sand to the boat, ecstatic that she had at least reached one of her course goals!

The boat was wedged between two rocks. In it there was a bag with food and water, a compass and a note. She read the note:

Paddle across the lake in a N/NE direction. Use the compass. You will see two islands, one much smaller than the other. Go to the larger one and your course will continue there.

Flora took the opportunity to eat some pellets and bread and drink water. Then she squatted next to the rocks and peed. After emptying her bladder onto the shore she climbed onto the boat and began paddling, using the setting sun as an initial guide but then focusing on the compass.

It wasn’t easy paddling even though the lake was calm. She took in the sights. Everything seemed so calm, so peaceful. She had rowed away from the shore, the compass pointed to the NE direction. It was getting dark.

She began to notice that there was some water at the bottom of the boat. Had it sprung a leak? She wondered. Soon her ankles were submerged and the boat seemed to be taking on water really fast. Flora was terrified. She could swim back to shore if she had to. She tried baling out some water with an empty water bottle but it wasn’t helping. The boat was filling up. She jumped over the edge into the cool lake and the boat turned over with her. Her supplies and compass went underwater, the paddle floated away. She held onto the boat and looked around. It was dark, the moon wasn’t very bright. She figured her ankle bracelet would give away her static position and her Master would come and get her.

The lake was deep. Flora let go of the boat and took a dip. It felt really nice and refreshing but she needed to get to shore as she couldn’t spend the night in the deep waters. After a while she decided to start swimming, by clinging onto the boat for support and paddling through the water. She had no idea which way she was going. She began to tire. She stopped, holding the capsized boat for dear life.

Then she saw a bright light coming towards her. She hoped it was her Master or somebody familiar. It was a speedboat. When it got close, she recognized the person at the wheel. It was Berger, her Master’s trusted assistant.

“You’re so pathetic,” he said, offering his hand to Flora. He pulled her into his boat and handed her a towel. “Dry off,” he ordered her, “you’ve managed to upset Master to no end. He wants you home tomorrow.”

Flora dried herself and wrapped herself in the towel.

“What are you doing?” Berger demanded, “you know the rules,” he snatched the towel from her and put a collar and chain on her and secured her to the side of the boat. “Now sit still!”

They reached the shore in under 10 minutes. There was a campfire on the beach and Flora could see two guys sitting around, stirring a pot. A cooler rested near them. Berger pulled her by the chain onto the beach and they walked towards the men.

“You got dessert Bergs?” one of the men asked in a European accent.

“No, just my Master’s slave. She messed up again so she’ll spend the night with us before he takes her home tomorrow,” Berger replied, pushing Flora onto the ground, next to the warm campfire.

The men were staring at her. The other one said, “he’s sure done a good job with her. It’s hard to find a slave that’s got it all these days. Slav, you like this kind, don’t you?”

“So Bergs, what’s the plan? I know that we can give her a full head of hair sooner if we shampoo her head with our cum,” Slav said, snickering.

“And rinse it off with piss. We’ve got plenty of beer and all night,” said the other guy, “Bergs, shall we?”

And so it began and continued into the wee hours of the night. Berger cuffed Flora’s hands behind her back and made her approach each man on her knees. Each blowjob ended with a cumshot to her stubbled head. After the first round the three got up and pissed all over her head and face. Another round of the same followed. Then they took turns fucking her and spraying their cum on her face and head. They held Flora down and lifted her legs above her and pulled them back, spreading her wide. With the amount of piss and water she had drank by then, she was ready to burst and she peed all over herself. Soaked in piss and cum, the campfire long extinguished, they left her on the sand and retired to their sleeping bags.

Berger rose a few hours later, pulled Flora off the ground and dragged her to the lake. He removed her shackles and ordered her to wash up. Soon they were back on the boat, headed for the mainland as the sun was rising. Master was waiting on the shore.

IV

The ankle bracelet started to vibrate. Flora woke up as a result of it. She sat up and looked ahead. The sun was rising. She had been sleeping so soundly that the chirping of the birds in the distance didn’t wake her. She folded her legs at the knees and rested her chin on them. She sat like that for a few minutes and finally summoned enough energy to get up.

She stretched her arms above her, as wide as the wrist chain would allow. She rotated the metal ring around her neck. She looked around, not a soul in sight. She could see her Master’s house in the distance, several feet below, past the forest. The lights were on. The other slaves were awake, getting ready for the day.

Her failure in course had meant that she had been banished from the house. She was still under His control but she had to serve him in a new, creative way, else risk expulsion or trade. She wanted neither. She wanted to remain as Flora for she had nothing else going on in life. Her 21st birthday had passed, she didn’t even know about it. She knew it was autumn as the hot and humid days had made way to hot and dry days. The days were just as long, but the nights were a little more pleasant and she didn’t mind living out in the open.

She knew she had to start working soon. She walked over to the 55 gallon drum and refilled her gallon jug with water. The drum was about half full now. She drank some water and splashed some on her face. She set the jug down. She decided to pee before starting work. She walked towards one of the shrubs and squatted a few feet from it. The ground sloped a little behind her so as she emptied her bladder the warm liquid flowed behind her and pooled near the base of the shrub. Once she finished, she got up, leaving a few drops of piss clinging to her thick, curly pussy hair.

She walked back to the drum and picked up the 15 pound flat stone and began to walk. She tried to keep her back straight as she carried it along the marked path, to its destination, 100 yards away. The sun was clearly visible now in the distance, her tanned skin started to glisten with sweat as her muscular arms carried the stone. She reached another 55 gallon drum, 100 yards away and set the stone down next to it. She sipped some water from the gallon jug at that end, picked up another stone and walked back to her starting point. Her day had begun.

Even on a dry day she sweated. She had to carry the stones back and forth all day, every day. She lost count of how many times she went up and down that dusty path. Her feet were caked with dirt, her body was sticky. “A gallon to drink, a gallon to wash” were the instructions as far as water use was concerned. She usually washed mid-morning after pooping into the hole that had been bored near her path. She was too tired to wash at the end of the day. She brushed her teeth at wash time as well. She ate a handful of pellets each time she felt hungry. The daily ration was three cups. There was a bag at one end of the path.

Her head was no longer bald, the hair was growing back and covered her head with a thick stubble, maybe half an inch high at this point.

She was still concerned that has Master hadn’t paid her a visit since the day she started this new path. He was watching her from a distance, very closely and he was getting ready to visit.

VI

It was mid-afternoon on what Flora counted to be her 32nd day in isolation. She was taking a break, eating some pellets and drinking water. The sun was beating down hard. Her arms were sore and she desperately wanted to lie down and nap. But she didn’t dare take that chance. She picked up the stone and began walking when she could hear the sound of clanging chains get louder. As she approached the end of her path she saw her Master appear, holding a chain in each hand and wearing a backpack. And at the end of each chain was a new girl.

Flora put the stone down and looked at them. “Greetings, Master,” she said, smiling. She was happy to see him. She hoped he had come to take her back to the house. “I have been good Master,” she continued, trying not to look at the girls on chains.

But she couldn’t resist looking at them. Both were beautiful and sexy. One was a blonde and the other a brunette. Both had their hair neatly tied with a scrunchie. They were on all fours, their hands were in leather mitts, velcroed together so that they remained fisted. A chain linked their wrists. Each wore a metal ring around her neck, to which Master’s chain was attached. Both were naked and had medium-sized breasts, bigger than Flora’s ever were. Their breasts dangled below them, peaking at the nipples.

As they came to a stop near the drum, Flora noticed the gag with a hole for a funnel. They also wore knee pads and ankle chains. And their asses were plugged and a 9-tails was attached to the plug. Tails, Flora thought to herself. They were also dragging some load with their ankles as a bag was tied to their ankle chains.

She couldn’t see their pussies but both wore earrings and navel rings. Fresh off the boat, Flora thought, still training, long way to go.

“Meet our new house pets. They have no names yet. They arrived yesterday and today is their first day and they need to be housebroken. We have a lot of work to do,” Master said to Flora.

The blonde was whimpering. Flora noticed the tear streaks on her face. Both were sweating. Master put the backpack down and removed a funnel.

“Heel, girls,” he ordered. The two “pets” got on their knees and straightened their backs. He attached the funnel to the blonde’s gag and slowly poured water in. She swallowed without choking.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her on the head. He proceeded to give the brunette some water as well.

Flora looked at their bodies. So firm, so smooth. No unwanted hair, nowhere near the hirsute state she was in. Their pussies were shaved and smooth. Bet they got to shower today, she thought with a tinge of jealousy.

The brunette used her fists to motion towards her crotch. She tried to say, “I have to pee” but it came out as a mumble.

“Flora, lead her to the bushes. Lick her clean when she’s done,” Master ordered her. Flora led the brunette to the nearest bush where both squatted. The brunette was still getting used to squatting. She leaned forward and pushed her fists to the ground for support. A clear stream of pee emerged from her meaty shaved pussy lips. It hit the ground and flowed behind her, down the slope. Some of it splashed off the ankle chain. Master had removed the load she was pulling. Flora finished peeing and asked the brunette to get on all fours. She crawled behind her and saw the 9-tails dangling between her legs. She lifted the leather straps and placed them on the pet’s back so she could see her pussy which was moist and glistening with piss. Flora brought her mouth close, smelling the sweet juices, mixed with some sweat and piss and began to lick. So clean, she thought to herself again as she continued to lick the drops off warm piss off the lips.