made2serve
05-06-2009, 01:39 PM
Unremarkable Part Two
When Charlotte came to see him the next morning she was dressed for riding. Wearing beige jodhpurs with a white blouse, black velvet riding jacket and the shiniest pair of boots he had ever seen she looked every inch the squires’ daughter.
Standing in front of him idly tapping the side of her boot with her riding crop she treated him to a sad smile.
“Well you didn’t get off to a very good start with Miss Parks did you?
He was chained to a dog kennel and had spent the night outside. Unscious when they carried him out he had been secured by neck and left.
“Please what’s going on?”
Her crop sliced across his shoulder as he tried to pull away, but the chain was short and a second cut of the crop sliced into his shoulder.
“Aren’t we forgetting our manners?” another stroke of the whip. “What did I tell you yesterday? How did I tell you to address me?” she sounded angry.
“Miss, Miss Charlotte? Sorry, I’m sorry, but please I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“You don’t need to understand. There is nothing for you to understand. From now on all you need to remember is to be obedient and learn, nothing more. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, yes Miss Charlotte”
Good, now i must go. I can’t be standing here chatting with you day, I’m riding into the village to meet some friends for lunch. But I wanted to see you before I went. Miss Parks has sentenced you to seven days kennel duty, it’s a kind of solitary confinement.” And as she looked down on his uncomprehending face she slipped one of her boots forward, and caressing the highly polished toe. And before I go you may kiss my boot and say, have a nice lunch Miss Charlotte.”
Just a few seconds hesitation was enough for her whip to slice painfully into his cheek. And seeing her raise it a second time had him pressing his lips to the boots gleaming toecap. “Have a nice lunch Miss Charlotte.”
And giving him a playful tap on the head with her whip and a smile she said. “Why thank you Robert, and you have a nice day as well”
She left him in a state of shock at the way her personality changed so quickly. Just for a moment there she had seemed like the girl from yesterday. As he watched her walking towards the stables he heard heels coming up behind him and turning around saw intimidating figure of Miss Parks bearing down on him. As she got closer she raised a thin flexible cane above her head. “Were you looking at Miss Charlotte bottom you filthy pervert? Get your eyes down now, and keep them there.” The whip whistled down and he reacted instinctively by raising his arms above his head and as the whip cut deeply into his forearms he toppled over backwards and screaming in fear as much as pain tried to fend off her vicious assault.
“Raise your hands to me would you, you filthy fucking pervert?”
There was no hiding from the thin flexibility of the whip as it flashed and sliced his flesh wherever Miss Parks chose. As he rolled around screaming in the dirt all he could see was the was Miss Parks bright scarlet lips twisted into a cruel smile as she rained blow after blow down upon his tethered vulnerable and exposed body.
Through the tears that filled his eyes he saw Charlottes smiling face high above as she passed on her way to meet her friends.
Every time the whip cut into his flesh it was accompanied by foul, venomous and abusive language.
As he lay there helpless, screaming and begging for mercy she ignored him until eventually he lay fell silent and his body lay almost still, twitching only when the hip struck.
When it was over and he lay sobbing and trembling at her feet she used a pair of heavy manacles too fastened his arms tightly behind his back. And taking hold of him by his hair dragged him up onto his knees.
As he knelt on trembling legs held upright only by the fingers tightly knotted in his hair she twisted his head upwards and sideways showing his face stained with tears and twisted in agony to a group of men and women.
“Look at this and remember it. This is what happens to anyone who is shows signs of defiance.
Look and learn.” And dragging him by his hair she forced his head into the narrow opening of the kennel, “INSIDE.”
And as he crawled inside she slammed an iron grill into place over the entrance and snapping a heavy padlock in place said in a loud crisp voice, “Three days confinement, no food or water.” With the grill in place she closed a wooden shutter that turned the kennel into a box, and plunged Rob into total darkness.
Inside the dark cramped kennel he was gripped by a sudden debilitating fear. As the air inside his tiny prison soon became stale his breathing became laboured as the oxygen ran out and he slowly suffocated. The brutal beating he had received at the hands of Miss Parks had left him hardly able to move. And now as the air ran out and he lay there bathed in sweat and slowly suffocating he just gave up.
As he lay there in the dark he new there was no escape, that if they had decided to let him die here? he would. A tiny fan whirred into life and the air became breathable again. But it only ran for about ten minutes, and then went off again. And the whole agonizing process began again. The air inside the kennel slowly became hot, stale and un-breathable as his breathing became slow and shallow. His lungs burned and his chest heaved in agony, and just as he thought he would pass out the whirring started and the air became breathable once again.
At dinner that evening charlotte asked Wendy (Miss Parks) about Robert.
“He’s in solitary, but as far as I know he’s Ok”
“You were a little hard on him. I know you like to make an example of one of them but even by your standards you went a bit over the top?”
Wendy laughed. “It was just his bad luck”
“How so?” asked Charlottes father
Wendy turned and sucking seductively on a breadstick smiled. “He looks a lot like my ex husband.”
Her father smiled, “Ah the woman scorned.”
She smiled. “Something like that, anyway it’s keeping the others quiet, they almost shit themselves.”
Charlotte’s mother joined the conversation. “If he comes out sane put him to work in the cellars for a while. Oh and that girl you gave me for my bed chamber is rubbish, have a word with her will you? ”
“I’ll do it,” charlotte interjected. I’ll take care of that.”
Wendy smiled, “Always the pretty ones a Charlie?”
“I just wish you’d pick a boy occasionally,” came from her father.”
And with a smile and a wink she replied, “As they say, like Mother like daughter.”
“Yes dear, but at least I like both, or you wouldn’t be here would you.”
“And there was me thinking you used a turkey baste?”
Butting in before things got too silly her father asked, “Talking of turkey, where’s the bloody dinner, I’m starving.”
Getting up Wendy took a short handled riding crop and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll just go and speed things up a bit” and a few moments later there was aloud chorus of shrieks screams and cries from the kitchen. As she took her seat again a uniformed footman eased her chair under her and she smiled. “It’s on its way.” And a moment later two livered house boys came in and began serving the wine, closely followed by two silver service waitresses who began serving their meal.
Inside the darkness of his tiny prison Bob was trying to work out just how long the air cycle was by trying to count the seconds between when the motor stopped ran and stopped again. He had worked it out that it ran roughly on an hourly cycle, and that meant that if he were to be left here for three days the motor would cut in seventy two times. So at least now he had a way of measuring the passage of time.
He was trying to imagine being kept cooped up in here for the next three days without food or water. As it was he needed to relieve himself, but even though deep down he new there was only one way? he still kept putting it off.
Eventually he must have fallen asleep, which completely messed up his time keeping, but there was no way he could have stayed awake for seventy two hours. His torn aching body needed time to rest and repair itself, and sleep was the only way he had of relaxing.
His sleep though was soon interrupted by dazzling sunshine as the kennels roof was folded back allowing sun that was directly overhead to flood inside the kennel. Looking up saw Miss Parks staring down at him. “Not disturbing you am I? only I thought you might like some fresh air.”
With the roof folded back she carried on undoing clips until the entire kennel was folded flat to expose him kneeling inside an internal steel cage. The kennel it seemed was nothing more than a shell, and his actual prison was the cage. “Up on your knees I want everyone to be able to see you.” still drowsy and disoriented he was unable to obey her quickly enough which earned him a tirade of verbal abuse and half a dozen vicious little digs from a pointed stick she carried.
“Up, show yourself,” and as she stepped aside he saw the same group of terrified men and women she had brought out the nigh before.
While they watched she attached a set of cables to the cages bars. They were the kind used by mechanics to jump start cars with flat batteries. Hers though were attached to twelve heavy duty batteries that had been wired together to make up one huge one hundred and fifty volt power source.
As soon as the second cable was connected the cage became live, and his misery began all over again. The power given off by the batteries was frightening, and in the tiny cage it was virtually impossible for him not to touch the bars.
It took only a few minutes for him to be reduced to a hysterical sobbing wreck pleading for mercy, and while the assembled group watched Miss Parks poked her pointed stick in between the bars and by pressing the sharp point cruelly into his neck forced his face against the bars. His scream was pitiful, but no one moved to save him. they were all in the same boat. They had all answered the same advert, had the same meeting, and turned up at the same station to be met by a cheerful smiling Charlotte.
But bad as things were for them? they were fare worse for him. and as long as he was the one being singled out for special treatment no one cared very much. And after watching his systematic abuse at the hands of this woman no one was in any hurry to change places with him, and the way they saw it was that as long as she was torturing him, she was leaving them alone.
Removing her stick from his neck she let him collapse on the wooden floor, but he was soon scrabbling around trying to keep away from the electrified bars.
Looking at her audience she pointed her stick into the cage.
“Can you all see Robert?”
And they chorused, “Yes Miss Parks.”
“And tell me do you think he deserves this treatment, or am I being to harsh with him. I will let you decide, should I release him, or continue his punishment, do you think I am being unfair?”
“No Miss Parks”
She smiled. “Excellent, so does that mean that you are all happy to live by my rules? And accept my punishment?”
This time they weren’t so enthusiastic, but no one failed to answer.
“Good so I can expect exemplarily behaviour can I?”
“Yes Miss Parks”
“Good.” so lets see, and using her pointer she selected one of the women. “You step forward.”
Understandably the woman was nervous, but she stepped forward.
And using her pointer she indicated a dress hanging on a clothes line. “Fetch my dress, and be quick about it.”
The woman looked relieved, and giving a curtsy as she had been taught ran over to where the dress was fluttering in the morning breeze. Stopping and reaching out for the dress she gave a sudden and unexpected cry before falling quietly to the round where she lay twitching uncontrollably.
Using her pointer to indicate the woman Miss Parks smiled.
“So as you can see your collars are not just for show. They deliver a minimum charge of ten thousand volts. And as you can see it is very effective. Each time the collar is triggered the charge increases by ten thousand volts. The highest anyone has ever received and survived is fifty thousand.
The woman lying in the garden was still now, the collar resetting itself after thirty seconds.
Pointing at two of the men Miss Parks ordered them to retrieve the unconscious woman. As they reached the woman their collars were activated and both fell limply to the floor where they to twitched uncontrollably until their collars re set.
“As you can see the collars are activated automatically if you stray to far from the transmitter in the hose. A high frequency radio wave keeps them switched off, if the signal is interrupted the circuit closes and the collar activates, So no wandering feet.”
Walking down the garden she dragged each of the unconscious body’s a few feet back towards the house.
Rejoining the group she pointed towards the house. “Right single file back too my office and I will hand out your work assignments. Watching them walk away Rob wondered what was going to become of them, but more worryingly, what was going to become of him?
When Charlotte came to see him the next morning she was dressed for riding. Wearing beige jodhpurs with a white blouse, black velvet riding jacket and the shiniest pair of boots he had ever seen she looked every inch the squires’ daughter.
Standing in front of him idly tapping the side of her boot with her riding crop she treated him to a sad smile.
“Well you didn’t get off to a very good start with Miss Parks did you?
He was chained to a dog kennel and had spent the night outside. Unscious when they carried him out he had been secured by neck and left.
“Please what’s going on?”
Her crop sliced across his shoulder as he tried to pull away, but the chain was short and a second cut of the crop sliced into his shoulder.
“Aren’t we forgetting our manners?” another stroke of the whip. “What did I tell you yesterday? How did I tell you to address me?” she sounded angry.
“Miss, Miss Charlotte? Sorry, I’m sorry, but please I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“You don’t need to understand. There is nothing for you to understand. From now on all you need to remember is to be obedient and learn, nothing more. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, yes Miss Charlotte”
Good, now i must go. I can’t be standing here chatting with you day, I’m riding into the village to meet some friends for lunch. But I wanted to see you before I went. Miss Parks has sentenced you to seven days kennel duty, it’s a kind of solitary confinement.” And as she looked down on his uncomprehending face she slipped one of her boots forward, and caressing the highly polished toe. And before I go you may kiss my boot and say, have a nice lunch Miss Charlotte.”
Just a few seconds hesitation was enough for her whip to slice painfully into his cheek. And seeing her raise it a second time had him pressing his lips to the boots gleaming toecap. “Have a nice lunch Miss Charlotte.”
And giving him a playful tap on the head with her whip and a smile she said. “Why thank you Robert, and you have a nice day as well”
She left him in a state of shock at the way her personality changed so quickly. Just for a moment there she had seemed like the girl from yesterday. As he watched her walking towards the stables he heard heels coming up behind him and turning around saw intimidating figure of Miss Parks bearing down on him. As she got closer she raised a thin flexible cane above her head. “Were you looking at Miss Charlotte bottom you filthy pervert? Get your eyes down now, and keep them there.” The whip whistled down and he reacted instinctively by raising his arms above his head and as the whip cut deeply into his forearms he toppled over backwards and screaming in fear as much as pain tried to fend off her vicious assault.
“Raise your hands to me would you, you filthy fucking pervert?”
There was no hiding from the thin flexibility of the whip as it flashed and sliced his flesh wherever Miss Parks chose. As he rolled around screaming in the dirt all he could see was the was Miss Parks bright scarlet lips twisted into a cruel smile as she rained blow after blow down upon his tethered vulnerable and exposed body.
Through the tears that filled his eyes he saw Charlottes smiling face high above as she passed on her way to meet her friends.
Every time the whip cut into his flesh it was accompanied by foul, venomous and abusive language.
As he lay there helpless, screaming and begging for mercy she ignored him until eventually he lay fell silent and his body lay almost still, twitching only when the hip struck.
When it was over and he lay sobbing and trembling at her feet she used a pair of heavy manacles too fastened his arms tightly behind his back. And taking hold of him by his hair dragged him up onto his knees.
As he knelt on trembling legs held upright only by the fingers tightly knotted in his hair she twisted his head upwards and sideways showing his face stained with tears and twisted in agony to a group of men and women.
“Look at this and remember it. This is what happens to anyone who is shows signs of defiance.
Look and learn.” And dragging him by his hair she forced his head into the narrow opening of the kennel, “INSIDE.”
And as he crawled inside she slammed an iron grill into place over the entrance and snapping a heavy padlock in place said in a loud crisp voice, “Three days confinement, no food or water.” With the grill in place she closed a wooden shutter that turned the kennel into a box, and plunged Rob into total darkness.
Inside the dark cramped kennel he was gripped by a sudden debilitating fear. As the air inside his tiny prison soon became stale his breathing became laboured as the oxygen ran out and he slowly suffocated. The brutal beating he had received at the hands of Miss Parks had left him hardly able to move. And now as the air ran out and he lay there bathed in sweat and slowly suffocating he just gave up.
As he lay there in the dark he new there was no escape, that if they had decided to let him die here? he would. A tiny fan whirred into life and the air became breathable again. But it only ran for about ten minutes, and then went off again. And the whole agonizing process began again. The air inside the kennel slowly became hot, stale and un-breathable as his breathing became slow and shallow. His lungs burned and his chest heaved in agony, and just as he thought he would pass out the whirring started and the air became breathable once again.
At dinner that evening charlotte asked Wendy (Miss Parks) about Robert.
“He’s in solitary, but as far as I know he’s Ok”
“You were a little hard on him. I know you like to make an example of one of them but even by your standards you went a bit over the top?”
Wendy laughed. “It was just his bad luck”
“How so?” asked Charlottes father
Wendy turned and sucking seductively on a breadstick smiled. “He looks a lot like my ex husband.”
Her father smiled, “Ah the woman scorned.”
She smiled. “Something like that, anyway it’s keeping the others quiet, they almost shit themselves.”
Charlotte’s mother joined the conversation. “If he comes out sane put him to work in the cellars for a while. Oh and that girl you gave me for my bed chamber is rubbish, have a word with her will you? ”
“I’ll do it,” charlotte interjected. I’ll take care of that.”
Wendy smiled, “Always the pretty ones a Charlie?”
“I just wish you’d pick a boy occasionally,” came from her father.”
And with a smile and a wink she replied, “As they say, like Mother like daughter.”
“Yes dear, but at least I like both, or you wouldn’t be here would you.”
“And there was me thinking you used a turkey baste?”
Butting in before things got too silly her father asked, “Talking of turkey, where’s the bloody dinner, I’m starving.”
Getting up Wendy took a short handled riding crop and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll just go and speed things up a bit” and a few moments later there was aloud chorus of shrieks screams and cries from the kitchen. As she took her seat again a uniformed footman eased her chair under her and she smiled. “It’s on its way.” And a moment later two livered house boys came in and began serving the wine, closely followed by two silver service waitresses who began serving their meal.
Inside the darkness of his tiny prison Bob was trying to work out just how long the air cycle was by trying to count the seconds between when the motor stopped ran and stopped again. He had worked it out that it ran roughly on an hourly cycle, and that meant that if he were to be left here for three days the motor would cut in seventy two times. So at least now he had a way of measuring the passage of time.
He was trying to imagine being kept cooped up in here for the next three days without food or water. As it was he needed to relieve himself, but even though deep down he new there was only one way? he still kept putting it off.
Eventually he must have fallen asleep, which completely messed up his time keeping, but there was no way he could have stayed awake for seventy two hours. His torn aching body needed time to rest and repair itself, and sleep was the only way he had of relaxing.
His sleep though was soon interrupted by dazzling sunshine as the kennels roof was folded back allowing sun that was directly overhead to flood inside the kennel. Looking up saw Miss Parks staring down at him. “Not disturbing you am I? only I thought you might like some fresh air.”
With the roof folded back she carried on undoing clips until the entire kennel was folded flat to expose him kneeling inside an internal steel cage. The kennel it seemed was nothing more than a shell, and his actual prison was the cage. “Up on your knees I want everyone to be able to see you.” still drowsy and disoriented he was unable to obey her quickly enough which earned him a tirade of verbal abuse and half a dozen vicious little digs from a pointed stick she carried.
“Up, show yourself,” and as she stepped aside he saw the same group of terrified men and women she had brought out the nigh before.
While they watched she attached a set of cables to the cages bars. They were the kind used by mechanics to jump start cars with flat batteries. Hers though were attached to twelve heavy duty batteries that had been wired together to make up one huge one hundred and fifty volt power source.
As soon as the second cable was connected the cage became live, and his misery began all over again. The power given off by the batteries was frightening, and in the tiny cage it was virtually impossible for him not to touch the bars.
It took only a few minutes for him to be reduced to a hysterical sobbing wreck pleading for mercy, and while the assembled group watched Miss Parks poked her pointed stick in between the bars and by pressing the sharp point cruelly into his neck forced his face against the bars. His scream was pitiful, but no one moved to save him. they were all in the same boat. They had all answered the same advert, had the same meeting, and turned up at the same station to be met by a cheerful smiling Charlotte.
But bad as things were for them? they were fare worse for him. and as long as he was the one being singled out for special treatment no one cared very much. And after watching his systematic abuse at the hands of this woman no one was in any hurry to change places with him, and the way they saw it was that as long as she was torturing him, she was leaving them alone.
Removing her stick from his neck she let him collapse on the wooden floor, but he was soon scrabbling around trying to keep away from the electrified bars.
Looking at her audience she pointed her stick into the cage.
“Can you all see Robert?”
And they chorused, “Yes Miss Parks.”
“And tell me do you think he deserves this treatment, or am I being to harsh with him. I will let you decide, should I release him, or continue his punishment, do you think I am being unfair?”
“No Miss Parks”
She smiled. “Excellent, so does that mean that you are all happy to live by my rules? And accept my punishment?”
This time they weren’t so enthusiastic, but no one failed to answer.
“Good so I can expect exemplarily behaviour can I?”
“Yes Miss Parks”
“Good.” so lets see, and using her pointer she selected one of the women. “You step forward.”
Understandably the woman was nervous, but she stepped forward.
And using her pointer she indicated a dress hanging on a clothes line. “Fetch my dress, and be quick about it.”
The woman looked relieved, and giving a curtsy as she had been taught ran over to where the dress was fluttering in the morning breeze. Stopping and reaching out for the dress she gave a sudden and unexpected cry before falling quietly to the round where she lay twitching uncontrollably.
Using her pointer to indicate the woman Miss Parks smiled.
“So as you can see your collars are not just for show. They deliver a minimum charge of ten thousand volts. And as you can see it is very effective. Each time the collar is triggered the charge increases by ten thousand volts. The highest anyone has ever received and survived is fifty thousand.
The woman lying in the garden was still now, the collar resetting itself after thirty seconds.
Pointing at two of the men Miss Parks ordered them to retrieve the unconscious woman. As they reached the woman their collars were activated and both fell limply to the floor where they to twitched uncontrollably until their collars re set.
“As you can see the collars are activated automatically if you stray to far from the transmitter in the hose. A high frequency radio wave keeps them switched off, if the signal is interrupted the circuit closes and the collar activates, So no wandering feet.”
Walking down the garden she dragged each of the unconscious body’s a few feet back towards the house.
Rejoining the group she pointed towards the house. “Right single file back too my office and I will hand out your work assignments. Watching them walk away Rob wondered what was going to become of them, but more worryingly, what was going to become of him?