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Chapter 30: A Fateful Day

The next night, after the two girls had spent the day in the Blue Room, one in stocks and one in a pillory, they were again taken to their Master’s bedroom. This time he introduced Melinda to anal sex, after tying her firmly over the edge of the bed.

Over the next week he took great delight in using the small whip to force them into whatever he wanted them to do. By the end of that week, however, he found that the whip was not necessary. Spending their days in very uncomfortable restraints made them obedient to his orders. It was obvious they were also finding pleasure in these acts. Darlene became as meek and obedient as any woman ever could be. She never needed the whip or the threat of it to make her obey his slightest orders. Melinda still talked of escape when alone with Darlene, but no possibility of that happening presented itself. So she obeyed the Master even when she hated what she was forced to do.

This continued into a second week; torments by day and wild sexual acts by night. And always the Master’s orders and no chance for escape.

Reggie, the Master, even allowed Angus to screw Melinda once. He had hoped that being fucked by the help would make her feel degraded, but the young woman apparently enjoyed the act.

Things might have continued in this manner for a long time, but there came that disastrous Tuesday, exactly thirty days after the arrival of the girls at Harcourt Lodge.

A couple days before the milestone had been reached, their Master had actually asked them their names and began using them instead of calling them “You.” Melinda was not certain if that was an improvement or not because the harsh treatment continued.

to not mark them up so greatly as to call attention to herself. But each time,

hard but steady and cold. An hour or two standing in the rain, tied to the rails of a wooden fence would be a change from the cages and stocks inside. Darlene was tied first. Angus did the job, standing her up against the fence, draping her arms over the top rail, and then binding her wrists together.

that he could use Darlene as he wished, but to not screw

It was a mistake.

lowered her head to patiently endure this torment. Melinda, however, began to struggle. The ropes around her wrists were too tight and too cleverly knotted for her to work free. She twisted her body and tried to pull her hands free but failed. Just when it appeared that she would have to resign herself to the rain, she realized that she had been tied with her knees slightly bent. By straightening her legs, she

a few feet, her arms slide off the loose end of the rail. With her arms no longer over the rail, the ropes around her waist were looser. She rubbed them against a fence post. In a few minutes of hard work, she had a part of the rope move over and her fingers

sat down and untied the rope from her feet. Then she rushed over to Darlene. She looked round but no one was in sight. With eager fingers she tore at the knots of

chance!” she whispered. “Let’s

they did. For a few steps, Darlene ran alongside Melinda. But as they were about to leave the courtyard and cross the road towards the forest, Darlene slowed down.

or at least the possibility of it, stood before her. Behind her was slavery. Most women would have been running as fast as their legs could carry them