TheYellowDart
08-17-2008, 3:50 PM
Part 2-
The Slave awake with a great headache. His head was sore from the face trample, and lack of oxygen, his chest was sore where she stood on him for an hour straight, and his stomach hurt from her high jumps. He could not go on like this, she was going to end up killing him….but he knew she didn’t care, he was a play toy, something to be played with, then disposed of when he was dead….now he knew what she meant when she said “I wore the last one out.” She had killed her last slave, and now she was going to kill him.
It took the Slave a minute to notice Rachel standing beside him, she smiled stared down at him with a look of contempt on her face. “Are you sore yet?” He could only nod, his vocal cords were damaged when she stood on his throat. “You don’t know the meaning of pain yet, but trust me, you’ll soon find out.” She walked out of the room. What else could she possibly do to him?
He heard the bath tub running in the next room. “At least I’ll get a small break.” He thought to himself as he looked around the room once more. He gasped when he saw the alarm clock on her bedside table; it read 9:30. He had been out for almost 4 hours. She returned to the room, still fully dressed, she was still completely dry, the only thing that had changed was the fact that she was now carrying a large straw in her hand. “Get undressed.” She commanded as she unlocked the chains that bound him to the floor. He thought about running, but he knew he could not outrun her, and it was not worth the punishment, so he did as he was told, soon he stood completely naked in front of her. “From now on, you will travel on your hands and knees like a dog. Now, go to the bathroom.” He once again did as he was told. She arrived a few minutes later, naked as well, carrying clothes, a towel, and the straw. She set the clothes down on the counter, and spread the towel out in front of the bathtub, she then handed him the straw. “Put it in your mouth, and lay down in the tub.”
He was able to lay down flat in the tub, it was the longest tub he had ever seen. He used the straw to get air from the surface, and stared at the shower head that stood out on the wall above him. He felt Rachel climb in on top of him, she stood right on his sore chest. He could only stare up at her naked form as she turned the shower on.
He watched as she moved around on his body, she acted totally oblivious to his presence underneath her feet; he did not deserve such attention. Twenty long minutes had past before she finally turned the shower head off. She stared down at him as she pulled the straw out of his mouth using her toes. The Slave panicked, he was still submerged under water, and she would not let him up. She held his head down with her foot, and stared down at him. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally let him up as she stepped out of the bath tub.
The Slave emerged from the tub, sucking in precious air. Rachel reached down and pulled the stopper out of the drain and finished drying off, not giving a second’s thought to him.
He just sat there in the draining tub and watched her dry off. When she was finished she threw a towel at him. “Hurry up and dry off.” When he was dry he was forced to put his old clothes back on, the same clothes he would wear from now until his death day.
He followed her back into her room, crawling on his hands and knees. “Lay down, on your back. She went into her walk-in closet and shut the door. She came out wearing a red blouse with a black skirt, and a pair of 5 inch black high heels. “I told you that you don’t know the meaning of pain yet….well you’re about to find out, now, remove your shirt.” She stepped up onto his bare chest and stared down laughing at his screams. She marched up and down his stomach and chest, relentlessly, leaving behind red puncture marks. She really enjoyed walking on his stomach, she loved to see her heels disappear into his flesh. She rocked back on her heels, putting her entire 120lbs. onto those deadly heels and watched as they disappeared once again into his stomach. This time she just stayed there forcing her heels into his body. “Oh, shut up already.” She said, walking back onto his chest. She shoved a heel into his mouth, muffling his screams. “Suck on it.” She rested the toe of her shoe on his forehead, leaving the heel in his mouth.
She withdrew the heel from his mouth, and with her foot, turned his head side-ways. She placed on foot on the side of his head, and transferred all of her weight there as she moved her other onto his head as well. She finally stepped off his head and took her heels off. “That’s just a taste of what you should expect for tomorrow. But right now, I’m tired, I’m going to bed.” She withdrew what looked like a dog collar and chain from her dresser. “Go outside, and onto the back porch.” She chained him to a tree. “This is where you sleep.” He laid there listening to her laughs echo throughout her house as she went inside. He laid there and shivered all night, unable to sleep as thoughts of what Rachel would do to him tomorrow swam through his head. It had only been a few hours, and he already wanted to die.
The Slave awake with a great headache. His head was sore from the face trample, and lack of oxygen, his chest was sore where she stood on him for an hour straight, and his stomach hurt from her high jumps. He could not go on like this, she was going to end up killing him….but he knew she didn’t care, he was a play toy, something to be played with, then disposed of when he was dead….now he knew what she meant when she said “I wore the last one out.” She had killed her last slave, and now she was going to kill him.
It took the Slave a minute to notice Rachel standing beside him, she smiled stared down at him with a look of contempt on her face. “Are you sore yet?” He could only nod, his vocal cords were damaged when she stood on his throat. “You don’t know the meaning of pain yet, but trust me, you’ll soon find out.” She walked out of the room. What else could she possibly do to him?
He heard the bath tub running in the next room. “At least I’ll get a small break.” He thought to himself as he looked around the room once more. He gasped when he saw the alarm clock on her bedside table; it read 9:30. He had been out for almost 4 hours. She returned to the room, still fully dressed, she was still completely dry, the only thing that had changed was the fact that she was now carrying a large straw in her hand. “Get undressed.” She commanded as she unlocked the chains that bound him to the floor. He thought about running, but he knew he could not outrun her, and it was not worth the punishment, so he did as he was told, soon he stood completely naked in front of her. “From now on, you will travel on your hands and knees like a dog. Now, go to the bathroom.” He once again did as he was told. She arrived a few minutes later, naked as well, carrying clothes, a towel, and the straw. She set the clothes down on the counter, and spread the towel out in front of the bathtub, she then handed him the straw. “Put it in your mouth, and lay down in the tub.”
He was able to lay down flat in the tub, it was the longest tub he had ever seen. He used the straw to get air from the surface, and stared at the shower head that stood out on the wall above him. He felt Rachel climb in on top of him, she stood right on his sore chest. He could only stare up at her naked form as she turned the shower on.
He watched as she moved around on his body, she acted totally oblivious to his presence underneath her feet; he did not deserve such attention. Twenty long minutes had past before she finally turned the shower head off. She stared down at him as she pulled the straw out of his mouth using her toes. The Slave panicked, he was still submerged under water, and she would not let him up. She held his head down with her foot, and stared down at him. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally let him up as she stepped out of the bath tub.
The Slave emerged from the tub, sucking in precious air. Rachel reached down and pulled the stopper out of the drain and finished drying off, not giving a second’s thought to him.
He just sat there in the draining tub and watched her dry off. When she was finished she threw a towel at him. “Hurry up and dry off.” When he was dry he was forced to put his old clothes back on, the same clothes he would wear from now until his death day.
He followed her back into her room, crawling on his hands and knees. “Lay down, on your back. She went into her walk-in closet and shut the door. She came out wearing a red blouse with a black skirt, and a pair of 5 inch black high heels. “I told you that you don’t know the meaning of pain yet….well you’re about to find out, now, remove your shirt.” She stepped up onto his bare chest and stared down laughing at his screams. She marched up and down his stomach and chest, relentlessly, leaving behind red puncture marks. She really enjoyed walking on his stomach, she loved to see her heels disappear into his flesh. She rocked back on her heels, putting her entire 120lbs. onto those deadly heels and watched as they disappeared once again into his stomach. This time she just stayed there forcing her heels into his body. “Oh, shut up already.” She said, walking back onto his chest. She shoved a heel into his mouth, muffling his screams. “Suck on it.” She rested the toe of her shoe on his forehead, leaving the heel in his mouth.
She withdrew the heel from his mouth, and with her foot, turned his head side-ways. She placed on foot on the side of his head, and transferred all of her weight there as she moved her other onto his head as well. She finally stepped off his head and took her heels off. “That’s just a taste of what you should expect for tomorrow. But right now, I’m tired, I’m going to bed.” She withdrew what looked like a dog collar and chain from her dresser. “Go outside, and onto the back porch.” She chained him to a tree. “This is where you sleep.” He laid there listening to her laughs echo throughout her house as she went inside. He laid there and shivered all night, unable to sleep as thoughts of what Rachel would do to him tomorrow swam through his head. It had only been a few hours, and he already wanted to die.