Saturday 12 December 2015

Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen


As David drove eastwards in a morbid resigned frame of mind, Mistress Bevan sipped her  morning tea while sitting at Wendy's large rectangle oak kitchen table, scores and gouges, cuts and stains reviling its less than new status.  Once the subject of Mistress Blackstock visit had been initially mentioned; Mistress Bevan got the clear unequivocal message that this item of gossip was not up for discussion; she hurriedly moved onto Women's Institute business; which of course had been the main purpose of her visit.  As the second cup of Earl Grey was being poured Cathy came down the well worn wooden creaking stairs that led from the Kitchen to a gallery above, from the gallery were doors to Bedrooms.  From one upstairs room came the sound of happy children at play.  Cathy gave Mistress Bevan a weak smile in welcome before heading to the Belfast sink for a glass of water.  Mistress Bevan couldn't help but wonder if the girl would ever fully recover, she looked so pale and worn.  Since her return she had hardly been seen in the village, clearly something had disturbed her while she was away.  She'd not even been to a single coven meeting mused Mistress Bevan, maybe she pondered it was connected to do with that horrific incident five years ago.  Realising that Wendy was asking about stall holders insurance the inner questions were put aside.

David eventually arrived at his garage, it had been a longer than expected trip.  Road works and the sheer volume of traffic had turned a three hour journey into a five hour one.  He was now very stiff and sore.  The van was put to bed and a long hot bath was indulged; the geriatric combo boiler clunking away as it produced the hot steamy water.  After that David glanced at the vast pile of accumulated post that he had bundled together the other day. As all his bills were paid by direct debit he eventually chucked the lot into a bin bag. Going on-line he checked up on his bank account; relieved to find he still had over twenty one thousand pounds sitting there, it had occurred to him that the Mistress-Hood might have cleaned out his account.  He ordered on the website a new bank card, the old one was presumably at Mistress Blackstocks house with his own clothes which were taken from him on his return with Mistress Blackstock.  Finally and with some hesitation David left his flat, the Emergency Credit Card had been stashed, the secret door key ferreted away once he stepped out of the entrance.  The latest bin bag was dumped and David headed for the tube.

As David arrived at Mistress Blackstocks residence he could see lots of coming and goings.  Women and men, all shapes and sizes were mainly rushing in or a few flying out of the pedestrian door adjacent to the large garage doors.  Some of the people he could see were young, strong, fit.  Others less fit, some, but not all; older.  Slipping through the door as it started to close, after a large fat young woman had wobbled out and headed away without closing the door firmly; David entered the garage, he was at the end nearest the inner door to the passage.  A large white van was on his right; blocking his view of most of the garage.  The door closed with a slight click as he shut it, he tensed waiting to be challenged, none came.  David was unsure what to do next, he had not really thought about what he should do on arrival.  He became aware someone, or rather Mistress Blackstock was speaking in a loud clear voice, he crept to the edge of the van and peered round.  Mistress Blackstock was standing at the other end of the garage, it was obvious to David that a lot of the  cars had been taken away as there was now a large space where they had been; part of this space was now occupied with about thirty people.  The men were all naked apart from their chastity devices, Collars and Cuffs.  All the men David could see were kneeling.  The women were all standing, smartly dressed.  Both the women and the men had their backs to David, Mistress Blackstock faced them, red leather gloves were on her hands, her hands were on her hips. David couldn't help but notice the very distinctive white, ruffled blouse, black bra visible beneath.  A black pencil skirt with fishnets and red shiny high heels completed the look.

The inner passage door was suddenly opened and Mistress Louise stepped through; as she did she turned so her back was to David, she was dressed in the exact manner that Mistress Blackstock was.  In her left gloved had she held a thin chain; it was taught and extended through the doorway.  "Come on scum!" She commanded and gave a tug on the chain, two naked men stepped through one after the other.  The chain was fixed to a testicle parachute fastened to the first mans tackle, the chain then extended to the second man groin where a parachute was also attached. Both men had their hands secured behind their backs.  David could see both men had a collar like his with three red stripes.  As Mistress Louise walked towards the waiting group the men were both comically pulled along by their balls.  The second man looked directly at David, his mouth opened but he didn't say a word.  He had a look of utter terror on his face.  Eventually the trio reached Mistress Blackstock; who gave the men a look of contempt before addressing them.
"You two scumbags had your last warning only two weeks ago, and yet you both insisted on fighting each other, in coven, in front of everyone less than a week later.  I hope your time in solitary has given you both time to think about you disgusting behaviour. You even managed to hurt your Training Mistress as she tried to stop you". Mistress Blackstock  gestured towards a plump, short blonde middle aged woman with a plaster-cast which encompassed her left arm.  Curling her fingers into fists Mistress Blackstock resumed.  "Both of you are over twenty, there are no excuses!"  She said with venom holding up a palm as the first man tried to speak before falling silent.
"Right then let's teach you the hard way, today you will receive twenty strokes from each lady here, then another week of solitary followed by another hundred strokes.  And then you maggots a week of shame walking for eight hours a day".  Stepping closer to them she smiled an evil smile before continuing.  "Finally you will have to convince Stephanie that you are sorry for breaking her arm and for her to speak on your behalf before me and the council".  If you don't we go through it all again.
Both men were now weeping, the second kept shaking his head in disbelief.
"Right sting them up, two lines ladies, when you have beaten one join the other line, I want it hard and fast, no stopping, understand?"
The twenty odd woman nodded or answered with a "Yes Ma'am"


David realised that there were chains hanging from the ceiling, the men were quickly secured by their wrist and a button in the far wall pushed, motors hummed and the chains rose slowly.  The button was pushed again when both men's feet were off the ground.  A broad leather belt was put around each mans waste and each man was gagged with a metal bit to stop them biting their tongues off.  Both men were sobbing and quivering, sweat ran down their bodies and started to drip onto the concrete floor.  Mistress Blackstock and Louise both stepped to the front of one of the men and firmly pulled upwards on the chain fixed to each mans parachute; stretching the individuals testicles to add to the pain.  With a simple instruction. "Begin". The First Lady in each line picked up a cane resting on the floor and commenced beating the man before her.  Both men started to twist and turn under the rapid strikes, each man screamed in agony, their legs doing a jitterbug in mid air.  As soon as the lady had delivered her twenty strokes she handed the cane to the next lady and went to join the other queue.  David watched in fascination as some of the ladies hit the mans bottom, others striking the back.  It became apparent to David that the belts protected the lower back and spinal column.  Even with the men's balls held in a gut wrenching pull they both still gyrated to such an extent that without the belts the lower back would have been repeatedly struck.  Blood soon flowed freely from both unfortunates, some of the ladies ended up splattered in a fine spray of the red stuff.  The men's heads started to droop and then finally sagged as each passed out.  The beatings continued at pace.  One of the kneeling men started to throw up.  A lady who had finished her beatings walked over, slapped his face before sending him away to get a bucket and mop to clean it up.  The young man, late teens; sprinted past David without a glance, fear etched on his face.

Finally the thud of cane on raw meat ceased.  Both men were completely unconscious.  They were lowed, gags removed and smelling salts positioned under there noses, both twitched and made mewing noises.  The man who had been sent out rushed back back in with a bucket and mop and sprinted towards the group.  As he arrived at the group he slipped over sending water everywhere, there was a lot of commotion and shouting.  David took his chance and slipped through the inner door unseen.

He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a drink of water, he need one!.  Sitting on a stool with the glass plonked down he rested his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands.  By now he thought he was immune to the sight and sounds of pain, clearly he wasn't he thought.  What he'd just seen had shaken him.  He was so wrapped up in his thought he did not hear the tap tap tap of high heels approaching.  "Oh it's you boy" came the lilting Irish voice of Mistress Louise. David looked round in panic.  "It's ok boy you can stay there" Louise gently said, followed by. "I've heard good things about you, let's have a little chat"
David watched with apprehension as she poured herself a coffee from the cafetière and sat opposite to him smiling warmly.  "Did you enjoy out little show, oh yes I saw you hiding round the van". David looked absolutely petrified.  "Don't worry I won't tell on you"  She said and laughed in a soft reassuring kind gentle way.  David loved her from that moment.  She chatted away to him, happy to let him talk freely about what had befallen him since their last encounter.
"Lucky for you that you haven't found her yet". Was the only mention she made about David's quest.  David quickly thought of a question to distract from that subject, he asked about the walk of shame.  Mistress Louise's featured darkened, her tone became distant, harsh.  Stroking her cheek absentmindedly she explained.
"The walk of shame is horrific, cruel and often fatal.  A boy stands naked, not in chastity, hands secured behind his back, trouser legs are fixed from the knee downwards, socks and shoes also.  A long thin trench coat is wrapped round him and buttoned up, the arms padded out and the ends sown into the pockets.  The slave collar with its strips is exposed.  Then the boy is given a route to repeatedly walk for eight hours.  The route in a Mistress village is easier as most ladies will know the boy and are normally kinder.  In a great city like this things are shall we say not so easy". Her eyes danced at this.  "Any Lady can slap, pinch, punch, kick or do anything they like to the boy.  Boys are dragged into houses or alleys and beaten up, then pushed onwards where's another lady may do the same.  Well you get the idea; after eight hours the boy is a physical and emotional wreck. Then". She continued "It all starts again the following day, after two or three days boys have to be dragged onto the street, most begging for anything but the walk.  Then they have to get escorted by Warriors to make them do the walk".  Leaning forward she added urgently, forcefully.  "David you don't ever want to have to do the walk, those two fools will survive, they have large enough families here who will look out for them, stop the excesses on the streets.  In your case no one can or will help you.  Except maybe me". She added with a grin lifting the gloom.
"Come here and kneel let's get you fed then washed; then you had better see the boss".

Less than an hour later David found himself kissing Mistress Blackstocks purple boots, clearly the red shoes had to have the blood cleaned from them.  Rising to two on command, followed by free talk, look; David hesitantly looked into his owners hard eyes, that weren't as hard looking as normal.  "So boy here you are, obedient and a tart!"  She laughed as he blushed, taking her seat she resumed.  "Who would have thought you'd be a slut, she did you well and hard didn't she boy".
David mumbled a reply but Mistress Blackstock was laughing so much she didn't hear the reply.  Finally she stopped laughing, pursed her lips and regarded him, leaning forward she pronounced her decision.  "I do believe you are sorry for what you have done, but is that enough?".  She tapped her right forefinger on the desk for a few taps, stopped tapped again and spoke.  "I won't impale you, no boy; that's too much now.  I will simply cut your throat, quick and clean, I promise little pain, you will be dead in seconds, I will cut deep!".
David was stumped, what could he say, he'd hoped for more, a chance, a future, forgiveness.  She looked at his face, reading his thoughts.  "What did you expect, you life?".
David nodded, his eyes begged, pleaded, implored.  Shaking her head in a negative she offered a carrot. "Continue to impress me and I might, I might reconsider again, understand".
David went into three and whispered "Thank you Mistress". What else could he say.  The irony that he was possible thanking her for promising to cut his throat was not lost on him.  That all to familiar sickie feeling in the pit of his stomach started to form.

David heard the entrance door to the room open, was closed and a tap tap tap sound echoed its way into David's ears.  Then silence, David remained in three, waiting, listening, hoping for what he didn't know, just hoping.  A familiar voice silkily said "I'm going to cane your balls until you bleed, capiche?".      

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