Chapter 5

Chapter Five 27/04/15

David's mouth dropped, how did she know?  They sat facing each other in total silence, David could hear the annoying tick tick of the plastic ,once white ,wall clock, he was completely dumbfounded.  She stared into his eyes, unblinking, calm, patient.  He couldn't break her gaze, he just couldn't.  A plate was unceremoniously bashed onto the table, dissolving the spell.  Sue grunted something and retreated to the kitchen.
"Well are you going to shoot me or eat that" She asked, then added "You're really going to eat that?" In a surprised questioning tone.
With the moment gone David felt the Browning in his hand under the table move downwards of its own accord so that it's muzzle was pointing at the crumb covered tiled floor.  He looked down at the food before looking back at her, he still did not know what to say.
Finally he sighed then rested the gun on the seat, picked up a fork and began to eat, Emilia watched him with some amusement before speaking. "Well that's the first bright thing you have done this week, let's see if you can make it two shall we?.  I want a detailed account, no more "no no it wasn't me" ok?"
David nodded and went through the break-in.  He explained how he'd fried the alarm, how they had they moved the car-parts, what happened when the alarm went off.  He missed the paling of her face when he mentioned the scar on the forearm.  He was clear that it looked like a skull and crossbones without the skull.  He even mentioned the fruit bouncing everywhere and the look of hate on the Warriors face.  By the end of his tale he was convinced that he had told her the whole story.

Mistress Blackstock drummed her fingers on the table and then demanded to know where he had got the job and plan from.  David thought about trying to fib but he just couldn't manage it.
"It was Joe, owns the yard" he indicated towards the yard with his fork, a stubby morsel of greasy sausage that was on the utensil fell off, bounced twice on the table and fell to join the other older staler treats below.
Emilia shook her head slowly and the looked him fully in the eyes again, holding him there in mid munch. "Joes dead, drowned Thursday afternoon or early evening, the Police say it was suicide but I guess the autopsy will show murder, he didn't seem the type to want to kill himself, right?"
A shaken David agreed, Joe's dead, could he take anymore he thought.  There was worse to come.
"You know that the three Scots were going to kill you?, my guess they killed Joe" She continued slowly; making sure the words sank in.  Looking into David's horrified eyes she told him that Calum had lasted longer than the other two, so that all her attention were finally focused on him.
She enjoyed explaining that as she cut off the end of his penis he begged to die.  Emilia licked her slim ruby red lips at that point, recalling the sounds and smells of fear and suffering, the half mutters, rants and tears, music to her ears.  Explaining further she told him that Calum had said that the three men had been sent down from Glasgow by their big underworld boss, strangely Calum wouldn't give up the mans name. They were to meet Joe and get him to get someone to help them to do the job.  Just before he died he mentioned that you were to die that night, but as it had all gone wrong they thought that they should get instructions first.  Of course I got to them an hour after they left the yard.  "Didn't you think it was strange that Ahmed had a set of keys to the padlock on the gate?" She asked.
David chewed while he thought about it "Yes, now you mention it; it is, poor Joe, he was a great guy you know.  He was my friend" David affirmed.  He felt that he should be more upset, gutted but he had run out of emotions, he was still numb.
Mistress Blackstock looked at David and shook her head again, frowning before stating "If he was so good to you why did he set you up with those three thugs?, of course I don't know for sure they killed Joe, the last one choked on his cock and died before I got to ask!"


"This woman you saw her face, yes?" Receiving a weak nod she went on "Right let's say she did steal the cup and you were the innocent party so to say" she laughed at this. "What shall I do with you, you little thieving scum?"  Drumming her fingers again like she was playing a piano she mulled over the options before pronouncing her verdict.  "I will give you two choices, the first; you leave here and after a week I come looking and kill you.  The other is you come with me and be my slave, fully obeying me while we look for this woman.  Any time you want out or I don't need you anymore you will be brought back here and left in the position you are in now and given two weeks before I come a hunting.  What do you think boy?"  

David's head dropped, what a pair of options, dammed if he did or didn't.  "What about Cathy" he asked earnestly.
"Gone" came the harsh word, followed by."Choose now or I will choose for you"
David shrugged his shoulders, he knew he had no choice, he was not strong willed enough to use the gun, somehow or other he reasoned that what ever he did she would have her way. "Ok option two" he murmured"
"Option two please Mistress" came the swift return.
"Yes Mistress" David said, completely deflated.  He handed over the gun, Emilia took it by the barrel, glanced at it before fitting it; with some difficulty, into her handbag.

Instructing him to leave the rest of the breakfast they walked out of the cafe, David failing to open the entrance door and got told off.  As the walked over to the yard Fat Sue reappeared from the Kitchen, looking at the plate sucked her false teeth noisily and inspected the untouched black pudding, "I can use you again" she said to it as she wibbled and wobbled back the way she had come.

After a prolonged inspection of the van Mistress E was certain she now had a fuller picture of the events of Thursday night.  It was clear to some extent that David had been not so much as set up as used.  She didn't consider him blameless at all, but she now knew that she was going to have to also use him.  Kill him later she thought, long and slow, but that was for another day.  She enquired where the Skoda was, David took her to it and they drove back to the house in silence except when David asked if there was a second alarm system.  She confirmed that there was, and then explained that if the second alarm was activated it was designed to trip the main alarm; however because David had defeated the main alarm when the activation signal came instead of setting of the main alarm sounders and switching on all of the lights it had in fact tripped all the fuses, thus plunging everywhere into darkness.  Not far behind Mistresses Chauffer following in a smart new Jaguar.

On entering the garage the man who had been there the first time David had been brought in was waiting.  David watched as he threw himself into position two, flowed gracefully into position three, kissed Emilia's feet passionately before going back into position two.  Emilia held his head with both hands and bowed down planting a long, passionate kiss on his lips, they gazed into each other's eyes.  David felt awkward, out of place, clearly intruding on an intimate moment.  She then motioned her boy to get up.
Grabbing the mans hand they walked to the passage door, she gave him instructions.  "Charles this is David, he is now my slave; for now anyway, show him around and get him sorted.  If he disobeys you can break a finger or two, if it's really bad bring him to me."
Charles acknowledged his Mistress with words of reverence and love, then she left them.

They stood there looking at each other, David unsure, uncertain.  Charles looked him up and down, raised his eyes to the heavens and motioned with his head for David to follow him.
During the next couple of hours David was stripped, shaved around the crotch and had a chastity CB 2000 device fitted around his cock and balls.  He was painfully embarrassed, Charles was firm and would take no nonsense, however he was also patient and spoke gently.  It was clear he was experienced in dealing with men who were not use to this level of male intimate touching.  It was none sexual almost clinical.  David was shown where he could sleep, wash, use a certain toilet only.  A light brown China dog bowl was in his cramped room, just by the door, it had water in it, no hands he was told when drinking.  The mattress was thin and was resting on the floor, there wasn't a bed or a window.  A threadbare grey blanket was folded up.  Make sure you fold like this it every morning or Mistress will cane you, came the matter of fact warning.  David asked about eating, the reply was a simple; you will onmy now get to eat by the hand of a lady.  David didn't understand but decided to leave it for now.

During the next few days he was given relatively simple tasks by Charles, cooking, cleaning, washing the inside of the windows, work in the laundry room, clothes washing and ironing, lots of that.  The jobs; especially the ironing didn't go well at first but Charles was patient and kind, he demonstrated what and how to do each job or chore to his high standard.  Only the cooking went really well, David had a flair for it, he always had.  David tried to chat and befriend Charles, but Charles always shook his head if he didn't want to answer a question and refused to be drawn into chit-chat.  Twice a day Louise, the other lady David had seen in the Ball Room would appear with a bowl of what she called slave fodder and feed David. He had to remain in position two while she fed him with a spoon, instructing him when to chew and when to swallow.  There was at first almost no conversation; just plain clear commands from that soft Irish voice.  The first time he spilt more than he got to eat.  Initially he thought it was demeaning but as they got use to each other he found he enjoyed his time with Louise, only she would take the time to talk and be friendly.
When she chatted to him, her eyes twinkled.  She was totally different to the way she had been the first time they had contact.

He had a couple of times tried to reassert some control, each time who ever he was with would just stare at him, waiting for him to fully disobey or worse.  Each time he lost his nerve; memories of that awful day, the screaming and pleading held him fast.  He also bumped into his new owner, Mistress Blackstock a few times, she totally ignored him.

Life quickly became routine and boring, up at six; locked in his room at six. David at first was grateful to be alive, but after a week he grew restless, fed up, resentful and one other problem was beginning to get bigger; or in this case it couldn't!

Just before he was about to finally loose his rag and have a go at Charles for pointing out that David had singed a purple silk blouse; the phone in the Laundry Room rang; shortly afterwards David found himself back in the Ball Room kneeling before Mistress Blackstock and an African Caribbean lady.
Mistress Blackstock looked down at David, her eyes assessing him.  Speaking clearly she said "I cannot locate the lady you described to me, the description is not detailed enough.  The cross bones tell me which Clan she is from, but not which Coven.  That Clan is mainly based North of here in the Midlands.  Fortunately that Clans younger unmated ladies have a reputation for going to BDSM events so that they can find mates and slaves, oh and of course for other things". Pausing to take a sip of water she continued "We know that she is unpartnered at the moment as her scaring is not complete, the missing outline of the scull suggests this.  Therefore it stands a good chance that she goes to some of these events."  Leaning forward as to emphasise her point she went on. "You will go to as many clubs and events as you can looking for her, this is Mistress Amphare; she is a member of my coven, however she is also a professional Dominatrix, so not many people outside our coven know she is a member".  Once again Emilia took a sip, David had been allowed to look up wished he could have a sip too but refrained from asking, he didn't fancy a slap.
"You will go and live with this wonderful lady and learn how to behave in a club, you will find this young woman and let me know when you have located her.  Of course boy; you will accept order Mistress A gives you, she has my full permission to punish you and do almost anything to you but kill you, understand?"
David did; he wanted to protest, complain, shout that he had had enough, but kneeling there, naked before both of them he felt powerless, he just nodded resignedly.  The next second he was punched in the side of his face, it was a brutal strike, he rolled on the ground crying out while clutching his face, blood dripping from his nose.  It was Mistress Amphare who had struck, pulling him up by the hair she snarled in his face "It's yes Mistress you little bit of shit, you don't nod your head unless your gagged or commanded to silence". Getting as close as close as can be without their faces touching she resumed "I've only seen you for two minutes and I already don't like you boy, what do you think of that shithead?"
David was stunned, the ferocity and venom was so intense, blood continued to drip onto his chest and the floor, he remained quiet struggling to breath.

Grabbing him by an ear Mistress A half marched, half dragged him out of the room and down to the garage they headed towards a zippy looking small car which looked out of place with its bigger fancy cousins parading either side.  The boot was opened and he was pushed in.  The lid slammed down catching him a glancing blow.  Seconds later the car moved off, David lay there in shock, what the fuck he thought was going to happen to him now.

Time is hard to judge when your in a situation that David was in, he guessed it was thirty minutes before the car halted, it was clearly an electric car as the was no audible engine noise.  The boot opened and a brown hand appeared.  Gripped by the hair he was pulled ruffly out and marched along in a stooping position with his head forced down, out of the garage and up four flights of stairs.  They arrived at an oakwooden door, Mistress A unlocked it and letting his hair go pushed him in.
The sight that greeted he was of a Medieval Dungeon.
"Welcome to you new home slave!" said his new Mistress in a sarcastic tone.