The Course

I

Flora was exhausted and sore. Her arms ached from constantly lifting and carrying the rocks and her legs were sore from the repetitive walking. She had to keep her breaks short for fear of being caught and punished for slacking off. Her elation at having company in the form of the two new slaves was short-lived as her Master returned that same day and took them away leaving Flora with the memory of their beautiful unbroken bodies.

Flora crouched at the end of her path and stared at her dirty calloused hands. She sipped water from the jug and stared straight ahead. She knew she was being watched at all times. Master had still managed to keep her isolated. She saw another human being only when someone came to replenish her supplies, basically water and pellets and her soap granules and toothpaste.

The days had turned into months and was approaching the one year mark. She had been on this leg of the course for nearly a year. But was this part of the original course? She didn’t think so. She had no idea what was in store for her or whether this was it, a lifetime of monotony and isolation.

She picked up the rock and began walking towards the other end. She kept her head lowered so as to keep the bright sun out of her eyes. It was a hot day. She could barely walk, she was too tired. She paused and set the rock down. She had to rest. Just for a few minutes, she said to herself. She lay down on the ground, on her side, and closed her eyes.

II

She must have slept for hours for when she woke up it was dark and the moon was high in the sky. She wondered if they had noticed that she had stopped working that day. She slowly rose to her feet and stretched her arms. She walked to the side of her marked path and squatted. She emptied her bladder onto the ground below her like she always did and then made her way to the end, forgetting that the rock still lay in the middle of the path. She was hungry and thirsty. She drank copious amounts of water and wolfed down two cups of pellets. She leaned against the 55 gallon drum and started feeling sleepy again. She closed her eyes and drifted off.

III

It was still dark when she woke up but it was very quiet. She looked around her and realized she was no longer outside. She couldn’t move anything but her neck. She noticed her arms were by her side and her wrists were locked to the ground. Her legs were folded at the knees and her knees were up against her breasts and her ankles were fixed to something. There was a gag in her mouth and her eyes were blindfolded. There was a plug in her butt. She was in a tiny box of some sort. She squirmed and struggled, hoping to get someone’s attention. Her stomach growled loudly, her mouth was dry, her head hurt. She pulled at her shackles hoping to attract attention and she did.

She heard something open and a woman spoke, “settle down. I don’t have time for your tantrums.” A pair of soft hands came in and removed the gag. Flora felt a straw near her lips, she grabbed onto it and sucked as much water as she could.

“Where am I,” she asked.

“No questions,” the woman answered sternly.  All I will say is that your Master is fed up with you and has asked me to help. You will go back and complete the course but before that I have to re-train you to be obedient and competent.”

She was freeing Flora from her shackles as she talked. Soon Flora was on her feet, struggling to stand straight. Her muscles ached from her time in the box. She was still blindfolded and she realized her hair had been cut very short.

“Settle down,” the woman ordered, “the rules are simple. Obey and you’ll do alright, screw up and you’ll be sorry. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Flora whispered.

“He’s taken good care of you. You’re not skin and bones and that’s good,” she said as she removed the blindfold. Flora shielded her eyes from the dim light in the room. “Time to get you settled in,” she said, leading Flora out of the room and down a flight of stairs.

She opened a door marked “1”. It was a tiny room, no more than three feet wide and long. In the middle of the floor there was a bowl of pellets and a jug of water. “Start here and I’ll be back,” Flora’s new mistress ordered her, leaving her to eat and drink in the tiny room.

Flora slowly ate the pellets, savoring every bite, washing each bite down with sips of water. Finally, the bowl was empty and the jug was half-empty. She was content but she desperately needed to pee. She decided to wait. In the meantime she used some of the water to wash her face and freshen up a bit. She stood up and waited, flexing whatever muscle she could in the tiny space.

Flora thought about the woman who controlled her now. She was on the chubby side, her thick thighs bursting out from under her tiny tight denim shorts. She was wearing a tank top that exposed a lot of cleavage. She was groomed and smelt good, better than any woman Flora had been with in ages. Her hair was neatly tied but she wore a mask so Flora couldn’t see her face.

When she returned Flora politely asked if she could relieve herself. Without hesitation the woman led her out of the basement and up the stairs to the outside. “You could use some fresh air,” she said, sounding a lot more polite than before. She handed Flora a freshwipe from a box on the porch and pointed her in the direction of some trees.

Flora slowly walked towards the trees. She looked over her shoulder and noticed the woman had gone inside the house. The late afternoon breeze felt nice. It was one of the nicer days even though it was hot. Flora looked around and noticed the terrain looked a little familiar. There was a clearing beyond the trees and thick forest after a downward slope. She felt as though she had been in that forest, during her ill-fated course.

She found a spot and was about to squat when she decided to make a break for it. With no one looking she figured she could make it into the forest and somehow find her way back to one of Master’s male friends. She didn’t want to be in the clutches of this woman. Flora wrapped one arm over her breasts and clutched the wipe with her other hand and ran as fast as she could, down the hill, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds and she entered the forest through a narrow opening in the woods. Once inside she hid behind a tree and watched the clearing and the top of the hill for a few minutes for the woman. Then she ventured into the thick woods, walking over branches and leaves, trying to tread lightly but realizing that she had to find a place to stop for the night. She hoped she was right about the location and that she would find traces of her past ordeal here. She figured she would need water soon and food by morning. She reached a small clearing and saw a wider opening in the trees and decided to make another run for it. After all she had been through, her stamina was great but she soon tired and came to a stop, leaning over and grabbing her knees, panting, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. She realized that she had been ignoring her full bladder for a while now. She was also thirsty. There were no flags to look out for. She had no idea where to find water but she saw an empty gallon jug at the base of a tree. It looked clean and must’ve held water in the past even though the top had been cut off.

Flora held it between her legs and peed nearly a gallon into the jug. She was glad she found the jug. After she finished she drank nearly all of the warm salty clear liquid to quench her thirst. She wiped herself with the freshwipe and discarded it. She as still out of breath so she sat beneath the tree. It was dark now. No one seemed to be looking for her. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

IV

When she woke up it was drizzling. She quickly held the jug out and collected rainwater. She managed to stay dry under the dense trees but with fresh water in hand she figured she’d be good to go for a while. She drank some of the water and waited for the rain to stop. It soon did. She got up and decided to venture through the forest in the dark. The moon was bright and the clouds were clearing fast. She trudged through the damp terrain until she came to the end of that stretch of woods. She could see a small shed in the distance. It was dark and there were tire marks leading away from it. It looked like a golf cart and there were bicycle treads as well. She set down her now-empty jug and slowly walked towards the shed. When she got there it was locked. She went around the ramshackle construction and nudged the planks of wood. She saw a tiny opening about halfway up. She stuck her hand inside and felt some gunny sacks. She pulled at the planks around the opening, praying the entire thing wouldn’t come crashing down. She managed to free one plank, mustering all her strength. She squeezed into the shed and in the moonlight surveyed what she saw.

There were two large sacks labeled “pellets” and another labeled “fiber grits”. Two crates of water bottles and a dozen or so loaves of bread were neatly stacked against a wall. There were other assorted cans of beans, jelly and so on. She wondered if this was the store-house for Master’s island buddies. She knew she couldn’t hang around for long. Somebody was bound to come back. She had to grab what she could and leave. The sacks were too heavy. She ripped them open. The grits were in small packets, she grabbed four. The pellets were in larger packets, she grabbed one. She found a duffel bag hanging from a wall. She emptied it of its contents except for the toothpaste and toothbrush. She had no use for charcoal and other stuff. She stuffed her loot into the duffel bag, adding two loaves of bread and two bottles of water and she squeezed out of the shed and returned to the edge of the forest. She picked up her gallon jug and headed off into the forest that lay beyond the shed. She had to cover a lot of ground before dawn.

When she was well inside the forest she started to get hungry. She looked at a packet of grits. It said, “prepare with warm water.” No problem, she thought to herself. She emptied the packet into the jug and peed into it, moving away so that the grits didn’t get too dilute. She was left with a salty mash of high fiber, high protein grits which she devoured and washed down with fresh bottled water. She got up and continued to walk.

Dawn was breaking and Flora was tiring again. She was walking up an incline now but was still surrounded by trees. Finally, when the sun had risen she could go no further. She found a small opening on the side of the hill, behind a tree and crawled inside. It felt cozy. She lay on the soft mossy surface, all curled up, clutching the duffel bag with her hand and closed her eyes.

The sun was high above her when she woke up again. She ventured out into the path and looked around. No one had come looking for her yet. She hoped she would find someone familiar soon. But what if she didn’t? She’d have to go back to that woman’s place or surrender to whoever controlled the shed she stole from. Either way, it would be hell for her, even if she somehow found her Master or his associates.

She dug a small hole with her hands and pooped into it. She wiped herself with a clutch of leaves even though it wasn’t really necessary. She went back into her little alcove and ate some pellets and sipped water. She brushed her teeth. She grabbed the bag and resumed her walk.

V

By now all she had left was some toothpaste, the toothbrush, the gallon jug and a handful of pellets. There was no end in sight. She was exhausted. Her legs were caked in mud upto the knees. She had some water thanks to the rain which also helped her wash her filthy body. But now the sun was back out and she was dirt and sweat-covered again.

She paused for a bit. She thought she had heard something. It sounded like footsteps. She went behind a tree and crouched, keeping the bag out of sight as well. She could see a blurry figure in the distance. She held still, her heart was in her mouth. The figure came closer. It was a tall, lanky man. He had short hair and a stubble. He wore nothing but a flimsy loincloth. His torso looked smooth as did the rest of his body. Flora remained frozen, hoping he would turn around. He finally did. She heaved a sigh of relief and resumed her journey.

She was walking as fast as she could. In her rush to get out she had left her duffel bag behind. “Shit,” she muttered and was debating whether or not to go back. She could still sense him. She decided to keep going. She didn’t recognize the man and didn’t want to fall into his hands. She started to run for dear life, through the thick forest. She could feel him getting closer and closer. The rustling of leaves got louder and louder until he was upon her and he pulled her to a halt with one arm around her chest and another over her mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispered, “you’re one of Berger’s girls. I heard you had escaped. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Flora could feel his hard cock pressed against her ass.

“I’m going to remove this hand. If you scream, or struggle, I will hang you upside down from a tree and flog you day and night. Your Master will never know you’re here.”

He slowly removed one hand and deftly he pulled her hands behind her, letting go of her for a split second but he had her hands tied tightly behind her with his loincloth.

“You will do as I say,” he said, grabbing her by the arm and leading her in the opposite direction. Flora noticed his rock hard cock. She was expecting the worst.

“I don’t know you,” she shrieked and pulled away from his grasp. She made a run for it, trying to free her hands at the same time. She didn’t get very far. She was soon face down on the ground with his weight on her back. She sighed and gave in. There was no point in struggling. Master would eventually get her, she thought to herself as he slid into her. In spite of all this, she was wet and accommodating.

“Good girl,” he said, after climaxing inside her and pulling out. He pulled her to her feet and dusted her off. “Pretty girl like you should know better. You’ve defied me once and it will never happen again,” he said, leading her back in the right direction.

VI

It was getting dark. Flora was sore and exhausted. She tried to stay awake as she struggled with her restraints. He may look clean-cut, but he was brutal, she thought to herself. Her arms were tied behind her back and secured to a tree limb. Her legs were locked in place with a solid spreader bar so she couldn’t move them. He came around from time to time and lashed her with a 9-tails before plunging his rock-hard cock inside her. His movements were swift and hard, he didn’t like to spend too much time fucking her, he just wanted to cum.

Flora’s inner thighs were streaked with cum. He had even done her anally a couple of times during the course of the day. She had once again allowed a stranger to humiliate and degrade her.

She was thankful that he gave her water to drink throughout the day and a couple of times he shoved some bread into her mouth.

She wanted out, bad. She weakly tugged at the limb but to no avail. It was a thick limb and the shackles on her wrist weren’t coming off in a hurry. She hoped that he would at least let her lie down for the night. He had been gone for a while, she wondered where.

Flora emptied her bladder one more time, splashing on the ground below her. It was pitch black now. His little shack was dark. There was silence all around. Then she felt a sting in the back of her thigh. Must be an insect, she thought to herself. Then she found herself getting groggy.