Bad Carrie

Bad Carrie

Carrie had seemed to find trouble each time she turned around this week. Carrie was a slave to a loving, yet stern Master named Sir WT. WT had been Carrie's Master for two years. Normally Carrie felt she pleased Master WT, but this week it seemed different. Each time she turned around he found something she did wrong or forgot. Carrie worked very hard today to be sure all things were correctly done today. She sure hoped she had accomplished this, because Master WT had told her last night, "Girl, many more mess-ups and Master is going to have to trade you in on a new slave". He then smiled that evil grin of his. Carrie was almost positive he was just teasing her. "Almost" was the word, though, that made her stomach ache and her heart beat a little faster.

Carrie heard Master's car pull in the drive. She kneeled in front of the door naked, as she was to be. Her eyes took one last look around the room to see that all was in its place. WT walked in the door. He sat down his brief case and reached for the leash he kept hanging on the hook by the door. He bent over and attached the leash to her collar saying, "Come girl." Carrie followed crawling behind Him. He walked slowly looking around, checking under the sofa to be sure she had not forgotten to vacuum. He ran his fingers over the coffee table and end tables to be sure there was no dust. He pulled on the leash letting her know to follow as He went into the kitchen. He inspected the kitchen closely. Carrie was going over her list of chores in her mind hoping she remembered them all. All seemed to be going ok. He walked on to the bedroom with Carrie crawling behind. He took a quarter out of his pocket, as he usually did, and flipped the quarter on the bed. Carrie breathed a sigh of relief when it bounced. He pulled on her leash again guiding her to the bathroom; this room again seemed to pass his approval. Then he looked in the area where the cat liter box was kept. She felt the grip tighten up on her leash.

"What is this?" he asked pulling her over to look at the box.

"I cleaned it, Master… honest. Kitty must have used it Master… honest."

WT kept his firm grip on her leash. "I don't think so, girl. This looks like it has not been cleaned in days."

"No Master. It is not that bad, just this one spot."

"Now you are questioning my judgment girl, on top of not doing as you should?"

"No, Master."

"Yes, you are girl." He pulled her almost dragging her to the bedroom and made her crawl up on the bed.

Carrie was so scared. What might be going to be her punishment? She sat very still while he tied the leash to the bedpost. He walked to the living room. Carrie was hoping He was in there to settle down before spanking her. She could hear him on the phone but could not make out what he was saying. She heard him hang up the phone and go out the door. She wondered where he had gone but could only sit there and ponder her fate.

WT walked back in the bedroom. He went to the closet pulled out a short housedress and threw it to Carrie ordering, "Put this on girl. We are going on a little trip." He disconnected her leash so she could put on the dress. She started putting her shoes on. "You wont need those, girl," he said as he snapped the leash back on and pushed her to the floor, motioning her to follow. He led her to the car and opened the door telling her to get inside. WT told her to lean forward and put her hands behind her back. He put the cuffs on tightly. He pushed her back in the seat and cuffed her ankles together, then placed the blindfold on her. "You don't need to see where you are going. Not likely you will be coming back."

Carrie froze. Did he say what she thought he did? "Master, what do you mean 'not likely I will be back'?"

Without answering her, he placed the ball gag in her mouth and strapped it in tightly. Then he got in the car and started to pull out of the driveway. Finally, he answered Carrie's question, "Well, Carrie, my girl, it seems you must be unhappy being my slave because you keep messing up. So Master has decided to let you go."

Carrie begged frantically behind the gag and the fear in her eyes could not be matched even by the most terrified victim in a horror movie. Her mind raced. Oh my god! Was he serious? No! He had to be joking! She prayed to god, "please, don't let him mean it."

His loud firm voice scared her back from her praying. "I hate that you are making me do this, girl. But it will be for the best," His firm voice made Carrie more scared. Normally he was an even-toned person, never letting anything make him raise his voice.

The drive seemed to go on forever to Carrie. WT would speak from time to time. His words only brought more tears to Carrie's eyes. He would only say, " I sure am going to miss you girl, I only hope a kind Master finds you and not a mean one." Carrie wished so bad she could just be ungagged for five minutes to beg for mercy from her Master. Instead she could only cry behind the blindfold and pray to God her Master would change his mind or that this was just a scare tactic.

Eventually, she felt the car stop. She heard WT get out of the car. He seemed to be unloading the truck of the car. This only puzzled Carrie more. As WT opened Carrie's door he commanded, "Bend forward girl"

Carrie did as she was told and WT removed her cuffs. In the blindness she tried to reach out to grab onto him, but he seemed to have anticipated this and had positioned himself where she could not. He took off the ankle cuffs. He pulled on her leash, saying "Crawl and follow, girl."

Carrie dropped to the ground and started crawling behind him. She could feel the cold ground and twigs biting her hands and knees. She knew she was in a wooded place. He tugged her leash and pulled her up, making her stand. He led her a few more feet and pushed her down onto her ass. She could feel her back against something. The cold roughness told her it was a tree. She felt rope go around her breast and be tightened. Then her arms were being pulled behind and roped tightly. When she was secured, he took the blindfold off of her.

It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. When they did, she saw that they were in the woods. WT's car lights were shining on the area they were in. "Now, sit and watch girl while Master digs your new temporary home. I am sure you wont have to stay here long."

"This is a common biker route and someone will find you soon," he continued.

Wordlessly WT walked over and started digging a hole. Carrie watched in total fear, her mind wondering if he really would do this. Yet he had done many things already tonight that she had never thought he would do. She wished she knew how to stop this how to get back in the good graces of her Master.

When he had the hole dug, he picked up some plastic and turned to Carrie saying, "This should be thick enough to keep any of the underground creatures from eating through to you too quickly."

"Anyway, like I said, little one, I am sure you won't be here long enough to be bitten or eaten up to badly."

Untying Carrie, he pulled her leash for her to follow him, but Carrie's mind was too far gone from the fear. He had to drag her to the hole. Then he forced her down into the hole, on her knees. She kept trying to get up, but he placed his boot on her shoulder, holding her in place, and started to fill the hole. Carrie was crying and screaming under her gag. He got the hole filled such that all that was left of Carrie's body to be seen was her neck and head.

He bent forward, kissed Carrie on the forehead as he placed the blindfold back on her. "Good bye slave girl, I am sorry I could not be the Master you needed."

Carrie heard him walking away, the car door closing and driving off. From fear, exhaustion, or both, she pasted out.

To be continued…