Chapter 22

Chapter 22

The train trip to London was long and tedious but bizarrely also too short and a blur.  The train rocked, rattled and squeaked, the constant lurching was unpleasant and uncomfortable.   Dull thick pressure on the ears came and went as tunnels sucked their blended metal ride inwards before releasing it, each entry plunging them into a dark abyss which matched the days mood.  They changed at Bristol Parkway Station, which was assailed by cold rain that penetrated their fibres as the relentless tears of the Gods fell from the grey mournful remorseful sad sky.  David was convinced they were under observation, that faded lost antenna that use to received faint traces of warnings and subconscious alert pinged in the back of his mind, he'd always likened it to how a Spider tensed in the second before getting squashed.  Cathy continually held his hand, squeezing and squashing to the point of part pain; part reassurance.  Mistress Wendy looking smart but slightly frazzled in the hair department was silent and withdrawn.  Neither of the Ladies gave any sign that they detected that they were being watched. David choose not to mention it, it just st didn't seem important.

Exiting the Station at London they grabbed a Black Cab, the freckled driver cheery and welcoming for a few seconds until Wendy gave the address.  "Harrods, the rear entrance, it has the number 6 painted on the door"
"Fuck" then followed by a rapid "Sorry" explicated the middle aged ginger haired knight of the road.
Wendy leaned forward, tapped on the dividing clear plastic between them and command him to turn round and look at her.  With some difficulty the overweight man twisted, David could see the man, now paler and fearful was unable to meet Wendy's eye.  "Neck" was Wendy's only word.  Reluctantly Ginger pulled his lime green roll necked sweater down reviewing a light brown leather slave collar, a bar code in black was evident, as was one bright red blood coloured strip.
"Criminal Scum" snapped Wendy, then "Thought so, you can always tell" she added turning to Cathy for a second.  Cathy nodded in agreement and squeezed David's hand tighter still.
"So boy, submissive are you, yes of course I can see that from the colour of your collar, hiding your collar". Flinging up a hand palm and pressing onto the less than spotless plastic to silence Ginger as he tried to explain. "Don't bother you swearing little illiterate vermin just hand over your book, oh and where's; or rather how is your punishment device activated in here?".
Resignedly with a small sob a small black note book and stubby pen were presented through the interconnecting hole between driver and customer.  Wendy briefly read the lined note book and then penned a few lines.  "That should get you a quick twenty at least" she said before passing the book and pen back.  "Swearing is not permitted from property, neither is hiding ones collar.......yes I know it's cold, tough......now punishment device?".
Ginger sobbed loudly, struggled for breath and pointed at a white round door bell embedded in the roof of the cab, just above Wendy's head.
Wendy smiled, her eyes gleamed and she pressed the button for two seconds, Ginger yelled out in pain.  "Testicles.... ah.....scum...... nice bit of electricity?" She enquired.  Ginger nodded while trying to rub his sore aching parts with his right hand.  Wendy saw the movement, gasped in surprise and pressed the button for ten seconds.  Ginger convulsed and yelled in agony.  When he recovered the note book and pen were passed back and forth, additional note penned in reference to Gingers disgusting attempt to try and alleviate the painful punishment.  "And that will get you thirty more, drive on boy". Wendy uttered with evident satisfaction.  David couldn't help but notice that Cathy had that disturbing look of pure pleasure on her face.  Briefly their eyes met and Cathy licked her lips, once then twice, David swallowed hard as the Taxi moved off.

It took a good twenty minutes to arrive outside the door with a 6 painted on it.  David thought that the 6 looked like a crooked cane bent over as if it was just connecting with some unfortunates behind.  Ginger then committed yet another transgressions by asking for payment.  Wendy fiercely passed the button of pain, more notes were written. Ginger finally drove away desperately rubbing some relief.  After a good mile he pulled over, read the notes in the book, laughed and swopped the note book over with his real one that he hid at the start of each shift.  Yet again he said to himself his Parole Mistress would be pleased, nay delighted with him, a clean note book and provided free aid to two Mistresses and their boy from the Station to the Mistress High Court.  Only two months to go and he'd be free of the stripe, fooled the cunts he sniggered to himself.  "Little bitches" he proffered to himself.

Meanwhile Wendy, Cathy and David after being admitted by a very well built muscular Warrior Dog dressed in a smart suite, took a service lift to a basement where a young Mistress who was seated behind a desk ticked them off on a list and pressed a button.  A pile of wooden crates glided apart to reveal a grand stone stair case.  A silver chain leash was attached to David's chrome collar, which had been kindly posted to Cathy using "Slave Post" by Mistress Amphere, and he was led downwards, the cases closing with a little sigh behind them.  They walked down into a grand corridor come anti-room.  People, mainly Mistresses sped up and down, rushing through the many doors.  Cathy took David into the Slave toilets, it was unoccupied, he stripped off and placed his clothes on a peg; shoes and socks rested below, then he used the Slave Toilet followed by a cold shower.  Cathy watched him intensely before encouraged him to drink from a fountain.  With a few drips pattering onto the floor; as he was still damp; they rejoined Cathy's Mother.  Both of the Ladies then took it in turn to disappear and freshen up.  David knelt; slouching a little, he was worried to put it mildly, yes Wendy has assured both he and Cathy all would be well, but as he ruefully thought not even sky's discovery channel had given advice on what to do if a Mistress was banging your bum!

"Blackstock, Blackstock" shouted out a harassed Indian Mistress, her Sari colourful and flowing; a Mistress blade hung in op its scabbard around her tiny waste.  Wendy stepped forward.  On seeing them the Indian Mistress almost ran towards them.  "Come now; quick they are ready for you.  On being ushered through an oak ornate door; as individual as all the others were; David found himself being led into a rather normal square officy type room, he'd had expected something grander.  There older white haired women sat behind a long table with a crisp white linen cloth smothering the table in its purity.  Tumblers and a water jug rested unused to one end.  To the other a young Mistress, about Cathy's age David thought sat on a stool munching on her pen.  On reaching the centre of the room Cathy ordered him into three and then stood to the right of him.  Wendy alongside on his left.  He felt the air move;  cooling his skin as the door briefly opened and then closed behind him.  Clip clip, tap tap foot steps reached his ears, he didn't need to look, he just knew it was Emilia.

The Main Judge looked up from her notes, keen blue eyes surveyed those before her.  The three all deeply curtsied to her, David of course did not move.  "Madam President" Emilia said, "I'm concerned that we are not before a full court of 12 with legal representation " she uttered in a firm but respectful manner.
"Your late Madam" replied the Judge, her two companions nodded in agreement.  The young girl was urgently recording with her pen all that had been said.  She hopped that it would not last long as her piles were itching, she struggled to sit still.

"Apologies Madam President, affairs of state, you know"  offered Emilia.
"No not really" came the cold curt response.  David listened intently, his knees were beginning to hurt on the man-made thin office type speckled carpet, it was one of those with raised lines, worse than a tiled floor he thought.
Looking shrewdly at them Madam President spoke, clearly leaving them all in no doubt as to her position.
"I am amazed this case has been called, I am staggered that any of you would consider that we would waste 12 judges on It". She pointed a finger a David.  David guessed he was It.
"I am even more, if it is possible to be so, shocked that as a family you cannot reach an agreement over minor property like It". Again the finger was waved at David.
"And as for Lawyers" she continued dryly, "This isn't the British Government you know, we do not waste our monies on inflated fees and long talks of sophistry, understand this, I will give both parties five minutes and then we will make our pronouncement, no appeal, no arguments, now Mistress Emila Blackstock, you first".

Emilia bobbed a quick curtesy and gave her account, clearly and crisply, the criminal, the thief, dangerous, carried a gun.  Then Wendy and Cathy spoke, full of passion and pleads.  David's poor childhood was mentioned more than once, his helpfulness to Emila, his now submission and obedience to the Mistress Hood was proclaimed.  Testimonials from Mistresses Amphere and Penny produced, glowing, full of hope and expectation.
Finally all had been said, briefly the three officials conferred before Madam President spoke.

"The matter before us is simple, who collared It first". Again a finger was pointed at David, who by this time was in complete agony, his knees were numb.  "Mistress Emila Blackstock you claimed him first, therefore he is yours, it's that simple, everything else matters not, but as to why it still breathes is beyond me.  If scum had broken into my abode I would have stripped the skin from It; inch by inch.  This court commands It to be handed back, Now!".
Emila smiled, walked up to a stunned Cathy and took the lead from her.  Wendy opened and closed her mouth, struggled for composure before curtsying and the dragging Cathy out who was glaring at her aunt.

"Emilia" Madam President called in a warning tone "Be careful, The Animal is not worth a feud"
Emila smiled and curtseyed, the four officers of the court left by a side door, the young girl last in line tried surreptitiously to scratch some relief as she walked.  Emilia looked down at David "Two boy". Stiffly David complied, somehow he wasn't amazed at the outcome, just resigned to it.  "Standup if you can boy, let's go". David stood up shacking his legs, the stiffness loosened.  Pulling on the chain she led him out, passed Wendy and Cathy.  Wendy called out to her, Emilia ignored her.  Cathy shouted out "David, this isn't over, don't despair.  He was pushed into the Slave Toilets, instructed to dress then led triumphantly up the stone sweeping staircase. Later after a nightmare rush hour journey they arrived in Mistress Emilia's office.

"So little one your two weeks are almost up, tell you what I will give you a week extra, now run along and hide, but no going near my sister or Cathy, off you trot, and don't worry I will still kill you quickly".  Emila giggled "well.....fairly quickly" she added with glee.

David went to move, to slink away and await death, then M's words came to him, throw in the curved ball.  Turning his palms over David waited for permission to speak, finally after a long wait he heard one word "Speak"
"Please my Mistress let me spend my last few days serving you, don't send me away, I submit to you, please let me serve you, I can fetch and carry, cook and clean. Please please let me".

Emilia was taken aback, she thought about it for a few minutes and then said "Ok why not, if you want to that's up to you, but there will be no mercy, no more chances, your dead, as dead as dead can be.  Scuttle off and bring me tea, earl grey boy!".

As David left he heard the telephone rang, the conversation was brief, he didn't even have time to get out of the door before it ended.  The only thing that struck a cord with him was when Emilia said "So she will be at Rapture on Saturday, well of course she would, your no one if you don't go there for the xmas ball".
Brilliant thought David, the day I get to die the woman who caused all this goes to a party, nice!

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Mistress Amphere and David travelled in silence, David sniffed and sobbed a little continually wiping his nose on his sleeve and rub his red eyes. She was stone face, brooding and very very angry. The traffic was very light; they arrived outside the Blue Parrott Cafe far quicker than either of them would have liked. Gliding into a parking space the car came to rest and She turned off the ignition, they sat in silence, neither wanting to break the moment.

"I'm sorry David" she whispered, her hand caressing his wet check, "We've got time, leave it with me, I'll talk her round, promise".

David shook his head, slowly; resigned, beaten, "No you won't, thanks but you won't be able to, not her, no way; no how". Briefly he smiled with a lost little boy look entwined with a dry rye expression of regret and resignation.  "You've been amazing" he stammered, followed by a horse, "Be lucky Goddess, Mistress, you deserve luck, bags and bags of it".

He tried to leave, desperate to escape the long gut wrenching goodbye full of emptiness and what ifs. She remonstrated with him, almost pleading; begging for him to fight on, not to give up.  Finally they ended up in the Cafe, steam and over boiled veg mixed with mildew and late autumns damp assailed their nostrils.  Mugs of tea were dumped down; these left untouched; unwanted.  They sat in silence, nothing more to say, nothing more to do except bid each other farewell, this was the one thing neither could do.  The door opened, the door bell dinged and tinged and a heavy dark shadow cast over them.  It was of course Mistress Blackstock, calm, assured and as usual totally in charge of the situation.  Finally with a last distraught look Mistress Amphere left when bidden, anger stamped across her face in large clear brail.  Mistress Blackstock took her place, glanced at the stale drink and pulled a face.

"Here's you belongings boy, guns loaded, ready to go".  She nodded to the floor where unnoticed to David she had rested a sandy coloured holder on the floor.  David briefly glanced at it, uncaring and dismissive.  He looked at her struggling not to lower his eyes, then he pleaded, argued, begged, finally he shouted out in frustration before just sitting in graveyard silence.  The few patrons within were now all looking directly at the pair while attempting to appear to be looking elsewhere.  Excitement and gossip always welcome.

Placing her elbows on the chipped grimy table she rested her chin on the back of her hands.  The look of the snake as it takes in its prey set on her face, the eyes of steel gleaming with anticipation.  David could see she was enjoying the moment, no he thought not enjoying, far more than that, savouring, tasting, devouring his helplessness, his crushing loss of hope, of life.  "Cheer up boy, you've got two weeks, go and have a nice holiday, Ibiza should suite you, hot and shallow; just like you!".

Negatively shaking his head David countered "Your wrong, I've change, you said so yourself, why kill me, why?".

"Because I can" came the cat like reply, "Because you deserve it, oh yes I agree you've changed, but not enough, the beer proved that to me, no beers; live, drink beers, deceitful little shit die". Leaning forward she hissed in a whisper "You were sent to help Penney, oh yes you did, but you also took the Michael, you cannot be trusted, not fully, so you die, that's it, don't complain, don't cry; just go away and wait for me to kill you". Her tongue flicked the blood red lips, just once with the tip of her pink tongue.  David slumped his head resting on the table, the door was opened and another ding rang out.  He didn't look up, well he didn't look up until a familiar voice silkily said "You lying shit". David righted himself, looked up and gazed into Cathys smiling eyes.

"Hello David, you look remarkable well for someone who's dead, Mmmmmm let me guess my beloved Aunt, who it appears likes mugs of builders tea, fibbed a little, well a lot in fact, didn't you?".  Cathy shot the question; arrow loosed from a longbow, hard, fast, direct.

Emilia raised her eyes meeting Cathys and deflected the arrow, "He's mine, it's of no real concern to you despite what you think, I have priority over him and he dies when I choose, when I want, where I want, how i want.  So go home and sulk if you must, despise me if you need to, it's for your own good....... he, this". She waved a dismissive hand at him, "Is not good enough for you, dragged up in the back streets of London, how can you love him, you don't know him, you fool".

Cathys face went red, she began to shake, adrenaline pumping into her system, then the torrent spewed forth.  What she said, afterwards she couldn't remember but as she finally dried up and the room went quiet the other customers began to clap and even cheered briefly.  Mistress Blackstock coldly looked round the room, each punter stilled into stone as her gaze met theirs.  Finally she looked back at Cathy "Fine, you've made you point, so be it, enjoy him you've got two weeks then he's mine". Then without another work she rose, almost tripped over the bag, walked in the stilled shouting vacuum that cried out from the walls and left.  For some reason the door bell didn't work, only David notice.  Cathy grabbed David hugging him as tight as tight could, ownership and dominance in equal measure.

Eventually they sat gazing; that your mine forever look that young lovers have, Cathy reached under his top and twisted a nipple, she looked at his crotch and then smiled into his eyes and said "My Mothers going to cane the shit out of you, you pulled outside our house and didn't say hello, oh yes" She continued as she put her other hand over his protesting mouth, "Then I'm going to cane you and then I'm going to rape you and Emilia can sod off, your mine, for keeps, for ever, do understand slave?".

David nodded, he understood and he began to smile and then laughed, he belonged.
One thing worried him about Cathy; she did seem to swear a lot, what would Wendy say, and deep down he couldn't help feeling that Mistress Blackstock would not let go of him.  But for now he had only eyes and thoughts for Cathy.

They spent that first glorious night in his flat, Cathy did him, had him, consumed him, enjoyed him.  And David loved it, even the painful bits, as he found out a Mistress on heat can play rough.
Afterwards she cuddled him and they talked about events, there were no lies, there was just.......them and the universe stopped.

Late the following morning they took a train home.

It was a few days and two bouts of the cane later that a naked David was washing up in Wendy's kitchen when the front door bell rang, the melody sang.  David dried his hands and moved quickly to the door, on opening it he saw Mistress Bevan.  As she looked at him she raised an eyebrow, David stepped back into the Hall.  Mistress Bevan walked in, David shut the door; then dropped into three kissed her feet, left than right before moving into two.  With a brief "Thank you boy, announce me" She seated herself on the green leather high backed chair and started to remove her black gloves.  David hurried to find Wendy.

Shortly afterwards David was knelt by Cathys side, the three Ladies were seated around the kitchen table, the bone china rattled.  "Well there you are, that's how it is, I'm sorry".

Wendy responded to Mistress Bevan.  "The High Coven Council, she must have taken leave of her senses, what is she doing, this is madness, no one goes to the High Council over a boy, my sister is bereft of any common sense!"  Her steel eyes narrowed, "Right if she wants a fight she's got one, with me!".
Mistress Beven closed her eyes, Good Goddess she thought this is going to get messy, she must not miss a moment.  David looked at Cathy, she looked back and smiled weakly, his hand reached for hers.

The battle lines drawn, the time and date set.