The Course

I

Flora woke up, once again finding herself in a different setting but this one had an eerily familiar feel to it. She was lying on her side, the ground was hard and dry. She stretched one arm out in front of her and felt a concrete wall. She stretched her legs and felt another wall. Then she rolled onto her back and raised her arms above her to see if the ceiling was low. It wasn’t high enough for her to stand but she could certainly sit up, which she did.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched her arms. She searched around in the darkness  for whatever she could find. She found the door. She gently rattled it. Some daylight crept in as the door moved a little bit. She found a bottle next to the door. It was a water bottle. She drank most of it, her mouth was dry. She rubbed her ankles and noticed the mud was gone. The last thing she remembered was being caked in mud and dirt and tied to a tree branch.

Then she heard some voices nearby. A woman begging for mercy. That voice, she thought to herself, sounded very familiar. It sounded like the woman from whose house Flora escaped. Then she heard a male voice, “if this doesn’t teach you a lesson, then nothing will.” It was her Master’s voice. Flora was relieved to be back in his custody. That other man in the forest was up to no good. She concentrated hard, she heard a door open, more screams and the door slam shut. She moved to the other end of her tiny space and held her neck against the concrete wall. She could hear muffled sobs at the other end. She tapped on the wall but it was too thick.

Then her door opened. The light came streaming in. Flora looked away and covered her eyes.

“Come out of there,” her Master ordered. Flora crawled out, her eyes tightly closed. He pulled her too her feet. She slowly opened her eyes, looking down at the ground, not daring to look at him. He spoke slowly.

“Because of you someone else is suffering. Because of you my entire reputation has been tarnished. Because of you everything is getting messed up. Because of you I can’t seem to get anything done around here.”

Flora kept quiet.

“I don’t know what to do with you. I send you on a course and you find ways to get into trouble. You trespass, you flirt, you find ways to undermine me. I banish you to the hill and you slack off as well. I send you to one of my trusted female slaves for rehabilitation and you escape.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Flora mumbled.

“Sorry won’t cut it any more,” he said sternly, “the medical staff is here today and you will get a full check-up. Go to the guest house and don’t stop on the way, they’ll need samples.”

Flora trudged off towards the guest house, which was 200 yards down a narrow shaded path. Once she got there she presented herself to the doctor and then to the dentist and in between she got her head shaved and was allowed to take a 15 minute shower. She scrubbed all the dirt off her body, enjoying the cool water and mildly-scented soap. She couldn’t see herself in a mirror, even the dentist blindfolded her for the cleaning.

It was dark by the time they were finished with her. She slowly walked back to the house, hungry and tired. The Novocain was slowly wearing off so her mouth was getting a little sore. She paused as she neared the end of the path as she heard a faint moaning sound. She looked around and saw someone dangling from a tree limb. She was caked in dried mud, from head to toe. It was the woman who had let Flora escape. Her ankles were secured with a spreader and her feet were several inches off the ground. She hung by her wrists which were attached to a chain. Flora quickly left the scene and reached the back porch of the house and sat on the steps.

After a few minutes of waiting she got up and looked into the kitchen window. She caught her Master’s eye and he came outside after a few minutes. He handed her a bowl of pellets and a bottle of water and went back inside. Flora crouched on the dark porch and ate in silence. As she was finishing the water he came back out and sat down.

“Remain crouching,” he ordered her, “hands behind your head.”

Flora assumed the position, struggling to stay still on her tired legs. Her hands were clasped behind her bald head.

He continued, “I’m going to offer you a few choices. It’s rare that you ever get to choose anything but this is an important choice regarding your future. You have nowhere to go. If I let you go you’d be in trouble. You’re failures can no longer be tolerated. You came to me willingly, if you hadn’t you’d be at Rock Island right now, with the rest of the sluts. You don’t know that all those cheerleaders, spring breakers, sorority girls and similar types have been rounded up for restoration. You’d be with them, living four to a cell, awaiting your fate, either hard labor or breeding. That is a choice for you. You can stay with me and serve a stiff sentence that will involve very hard labor or I can send you to a breeding camp. Or if you wish, you can return to the course and try to complete it this time with no help from anyone. If you stray from the path and fall into the wrong hands like what happened a few days ago, you’re gone for good. You final choice is to find a new owner. I can put you on the auction block. There’s no guarantee your new Master would be as kind as I have been.”

Flora listened to all of this in silence. She didn’t know if she had to respond immediately but he answered that for her, “think about this tonight. I’ll expect your answer in the morning. Now come here and get over my knees.”

Flora got up and positioned herself over her Master’s knees. Her palms were on the ground and she was on tiptoes so that her ass was in position for him. He slowly inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. He dug deep and put in a third finger. He withdrew them after a minute or so and wiped them on her back. Flora continued to look at the ground while her pussy was dripping wet and throbbing. He picked up a paddle. It was wooden with a thick layer of leather. Without warning, he struck her across her butt, the blow landing evenly on the two cheeks.

“Owwwwww,” Flora screamed, her eyes tearing up. He struck each cheek separately, two strokes each. Flora bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. Her butt was on fire, her skin had turned red. He struck two more times across the middle and Flora let out a loud scream. Tears streamed down her face and she as beginning to sweat. He lifted her to her feet and got up. Flora rubbed her butt with her free hand as he guided her down the steps and opened the door below the porch. Flora crawled inside and curled up on the floor, She lay on her side, her butt was stinging. She sobbed as the door slammed shut, leaving her in darkness.

She thought about her choices as the pain slowly subsided. She drifted off to sleep.

II

She was thirsty. She felt around in the dark for water and found a bottle. She drank from it and sat up. Her butt was still sore so she couldn’t sit for long. She lay on her side again and closed her eyes.

She thought about staying with him. She would do anything for him, work as hard as he wanted her to. She could do it. She didn’t want to go back on the course. It was too risky.

She thought about leaving him. He said he could auction her. What would her new owner be like? Would he or she treat her the same way? Would they feed her regularly and give her enough to drink? Would they shave her whole body? Would they pierce her? Would they brand her?

She thought about breeding. That sounded unpleasant. She didn’t want to do that for anyone except her Master.

She kept thinking. She fell asleep again.

III

She heard the door open. She crawled out into the morning light. She stood up and leaned against the porch. She tried to listen for the muddy woman who was hanging from a tree. She heard nothing. Berger came down the porch and said, “brush your teeth and eat your breakfast. Master will be out shortly to speak with you.” He handed her a toothbrush and pointed her to the tap. Flora crouched near the tap and brushed her teeth. She peed into the drain and washed her pussy at the tap. She went back to the porch and ate her food, pellets and a banana. She washed it down with lots of water and patiently waited for him.

When he emerged he asked her the question she had been expecting.

She answered it. She had decided.

IV

There were voices, there were screams, cries for help, voices begging for mercy, for favors, for comforts.  All were sneered at by those in charge, led by Flora’s Master. He was kind and gentle if one obeyed him and Flora knew that very well. He had expanded his collection with new recruits. They were struggling to come to terms with his methods. This wasn’t the sexual utopia that had envisioned. This was serious business. It was called restoration. Plush bedrooms with attached baths had been replaced with six by six stone cellars with a hole in the ground. Fancy meals and drinks had been replaced with pellets, grits and water. Dressers and closets full of the latest styles and designs were replaced with constant nudity.  A counter full of make-up and toiletries had now made way for a toothbrush and some soap.  Grooming supplies and visits to spas had been replaced with nothing.

Flora couldn’t see the new recruits. She could barely catch conversations through the thick steel door of her cell and the loud air handlers that cleansed the air in the dungeon. She sat on the floor with a 50 pound steel ball chained to her neck and shackles around her ankles and wrists. A few pellets remained in her food bowl, the water bottle was near empty.  She had no idea what time it was or what day it was. The light glowed constantly and there was no window.

When the key turned in the door she expected her next meal, instead she got a cellmate.

“Say hello to Orange,” her Master said, pushing the girl into the cell and slamming the door shut. The key turned and he was gone.

Flora looked up at Orange who was shaking. She was tall and skinny. Her breasts were smaller than Flora’s. Her dark brown hair was unevenly cut to shoulder length. There wasn’t much hair elsewhere. She was very new to the system. Her pussy had no more than a light stubble.

Orange crouched near the door, breathing deeply. She finally spoke, “may I have some water?”

Flora replied, “what’s your story?” and pointed towards the bottle.

“Thank you very much,” Orange replied, out of breath. She drank most of the remaining water and leaned against the wall, her knees folded to her breasts. She put the bottle down and grabbed them.  “I came a few days ago. Probably same background as the rest of them.”

“Don’t say too much,” Flora replied, “you’ll get used to it. I did.”

Orange stared at Flora’s hairy pussy. “Have you always been that way?” she asked.

“No, Master restored me. He will restore you and the rest of them,” Flora replied.

The door opened and Master stood there brandishing a crop. He pulled Orange up and looked her in the eye, “what are you waiting for? Get down on all knees and lick your cellmate’s pussy!” he ordered her. Orange dropped to her knees and slowly brought her face close to Flora’s pussy. Flora pulled her legs up. Orange couldn’t get herself to get any closer and that’s when her Master lashed her on her bare back and bottom.

“Get to work,” he screamed. Flora pulled closer. Tears streamed down Orange’s face as she reached for Flora with her tongue as lashes landed on her. She buried her face in Flora’s hairy pussy and began licking. Flora sat in silence, not daring to moan or enjoy this. By now the lashes had stopped and Master was fucking Orange’s shaved pussy from behind. With each thrust Orange’s face buried deep into Flora’s pussy. Flora quietly climaxed, flooding Orange’s face with her cum. By then Master had pulled out and squirted his cum on Orange’s back.  He dragged her out of the cell by her arm and shackled her legs high above her to two pillars. He left the door open so that Flora could see. He began lashing her pussy and inner thighs as she squirmed and screamed on the floor. “Please, stop,” she cried.  He lashed her breasts for good measure, removed her shackles and dragged her back into Flora’s cell. He slammed the door.

Flora held a sobbing Orange in her arms and reassured her, “it’ll get better. Just do as he says.”

Orange slowly calmed down. She tried to talk about her past but Flora wouldn’t let her. “It’s not right,” she said. All she could gather was that Orange was a junior in college who was on Spring Break with four of her closest friends.

“The five of us were in a cell down the hall, no bigger than this one. It’s scary what’s happening to us,” Orange said, tears welling up in her eyes again.

“It’s not,” Flora said, “this is for the best.”

“What do you know? Look at you,” Orange said.

“Trust me. You’ll be thankful once things settle down.”

“They haven’t for you. You’re still naked, hairy and shackled!”

“That’s His will,” Flora lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned in to kiss Orange. Orange found herself drawn to this shackled stranger. She closed her eyes and let Flora kiss her passionately. Parts of her body were still stinging from the lashing. She felt her juices flowing.

“Here, let me soothe your pussy,” Flora said, motioning Orange to lie on her back.

Flora got onto her knees and leaned over as Orange lay on the floor of the cell with her knees folded. Flora looked at her swollen pussy lips, now covered with a light stubble. The wax job was slowly being reversed. She drew her tongue closer and took in her smell. She warmed up with a few flicks of her tongue on Orange’s clit. Then she went in with everything she had, licking and sucking the new slaves pussy. There were no wild curls to maneuver, though Flora imagined what Orange would look and taste like a few more months down the road. Orange moaned softly as Flora licked and probed her with her tongue.

“Don’t hesitate to cum,” Flora whispered as Orange lay there, rubbing her clit with her fingers while Flora continued to eat her pussy.

Orange suddenly pulled away. “Footsteps,” she shrieked.  Flora grabbed her hand, “don’t worry, darling. He won’t come for you for a while now.”

“I don’t know. Look at what he did to me today,” Orange said, “plus, I have to pee badly.”

Orange got up to walk the three feet to the hole. Flora had other ideas.

“Orange. I’m thirsty and since you drank the rest of my water why don’t you hydrate me,” she said.

“I don’t understand,” Orange replied.

“It’s something you’ll have to learn to enjoy,” Flora said.

“You want to drink my piss?” Orange asked, puzzled.

“Every last drop. Master’s regimen makes our piss sweet and clean.”

Flora lay on the floor. “Come, squat over my mouth,” she said to Orange. Orange lowered herself onto Flora’s mouth. Flora put her shackled arms behind Orange, bringing her into position. Orange grabbed the wall to balance herself. Flora cupped her lips onto her still-wet pussy and licked her clit a few more times.

“Come, baby, let it flow,” she said.

“This is so weird,” Orange said as she relaxed.

Flora took in the warm, clear piss. She drank every last drop. Not a single drop was spilled from her mouth. Once Orange was done Flora licked her clean before she got up.

“Now we wait,” Flora said, sitting up again. Orange stood by the door and stared at the wall.