Chapter Sixteen

 

Reunited

 

Sue’s face lit up with hope as she opened the Hoakham Wood cottage door to Miss Newcombe. ‘This time?’ she asked breathlessly.

Miss Newcombe smiled. ‘Yes.’

‘Well, I’m already,’ Sue said, ushering Miss Newcombe inside. ‘Do I look all right?’

Sue’s formerly creamy skin was now artfully bronzed, only a few shades lighter than her hair, which had been straightened and cut back to a pageboy bob. Miss Newcombe inspected her critically and then nodded. ‘Yes, you look perfect.’

‘How is Amber? And Melanie?’

‘They’re both fine. Melanie is safely back in the Hall pack and you’ll be seeing Amber very shortly.’

‘Whenever you’re ready… Mistress,’ Sue said. Her heart was thudding with excitement. She had been waiting for what seem like forever to return to where she knew she belonged.

‘Then set the alarms, turn everything else off and lock up. Any perishable food we can take with us.’

Fifteen minutes later they were upstairs in the spare bedroom with a bag of assorted groceries beside them. At Miss Newcombe’s direction Sue was now wearing a demure summer dress, sandals and hat.

‘You’ll have to appear dressed in public in it at least once before I can take you as my bondslave and I don’t want to attract any more attention that necessary,’ Miss Newcombe explained. She lifted a corner of the small floor rug laid out beside the bed and placed an ivory disk under it. Sue recognized it from their return home weeks earlier as a phallus box homing beacon. ‘From now on we can come here directly to this exact spot. I’ll be sending you or Amber back here regularly to keep the cottage maintained. It will be useful to have a safe place to cross over to. What about the rent and other services?’

‘Amber set up standing orders to take care of all that before she left,’ Sue confirmed.

‘Good. Then I think you can drop your pants and go down on the mat on your hands and knees. Keep hold of the groceries.’

Eagerly Sue obeyed, pushing her smooth soft buttocks and naked split peach of her pudenda out ready for penetration. She could feel her sex already growing slippery with anticipation.

From her own shoulder bag Miss Newcombe took out the handle and shaft of the phallus she had used on Amber. As she screwed it together Sue trembled as she felt the same lure of the spell that had drawn her to its mate long weeks before deep in Hoakham Woods. Miss Newcombe slipped the bulbous end of the phallus into her own sex, knelt behind Sue and the slid the shaft into her. She hardly needed to couple with her long to bring her to orgasm. She had so much pent-up lust within her that she came in moments.

As the glorious surge of delight burst from her loins Sue felt a twisting sensation and her surroundings blurred. A moment later she found herself slumped on her face with her rear in the air, still clutching the bag of groceries and with the phallus still lodged inside her dripping sex, but resting on a mat in quite a different bedroom.

Miss Newcombe pulled the phallus out of her and unscrewed the handle. Then she took the bag of groceries from her limp hand.

‘You really can transport inanimate objects very easily,’ she said. ‘I think you’re going to be very useful.’

‘Thank you, Mistress,’ Sue said, getting to her feet and pulling her knickers back up.

‘I’m not your Mistress yet. Not officially. That’s what we’re going to sort out. But first there’s somebody you’ll want to meet…’

Excitedly Sue followed Miss Newcombe downstairs. In the sitting room was Amber, wearing slave chains and dressed in a minimal French Maid’s costume. She was holding a feather duster and was in the act of cleaning a side table. But since her hands were cuffed behind her back she was holding the rubber-sheathed duster handle in her teeth. Bent over she showed the smooth inrolling curves of her bare buttocks with the supporting chain of her ankle hobble running up between them.

Sue squealed in delight and ran to her, while Amber dropped the duster and they kissed passionately and Sue hugged her. It felt so good to hold her lover and mistress again! ‘How are you?’ she choked out. ‘Oh, look at those marks!’

‘They’re healing, don’t worry about them,’ Amber assured her. ‘How have you been? And look at you! What have you done to your hair?’

‘Do you like it?

‘Yes.’

‘I’ve been missing you terribly. And Sally… and Jemima. What about her?’

‘She came to see me yesterday. She’s fine…’

Miss Newcombe tolerated their tearful exchanges for a minute and then pulled them apart.

‘Catching up can wait for later,’ she said, picking up Amber’s fallen feather duster and giving her a warning flick across the rear with its handle before plugging it back into her mouth. ‘First we must make you legal, Sue. We don’t want you falling foul of the law like Amber did. I’ll tell you exactly what you’re going to say and do…’

 

The burley policeman sitting behind the desk rose as Miss Newcombe ushered Sue into the tiny station house.

‘Oh, good afternoon, Matron,’ he said genially. ‘And you, Ma’am,’ he said with a polite nod to Sue.

‘I’m glad I found you in, Constable Bailey,’ Miss Newcombe said, ushering Sue forward. ‘This young woman’s name is Elizabeth Frances and it appears that she’s… well, she’s an outsider.’

Bailey blinked, suddenly looking at Sue with very different eyes. ‘Oh, is she now? Another one, eh?’

‘Apparently. I found her wandering about my back garden in a state of some confusion and so I took her in and gave her a cup of tea,’ Miss Newcombe continued. ‘She seemed to be very lost. When she started to explain where she came from and how she got here I realised what she was. So I explained the law concerning people like her and she understands.’

‘Does she really?’ Bailey said.

‘Yes, Constable,’ Sue said meekly. ‘Miss Newcombe told me about “outsiders” and that you keep what you call “bondslaves” here and legally that’s what I would be. She showed me one in her cottage dressed in chains. She brought us the tea and cakes. And I saw some naked girls in harness pulling a cart as we came down here. It was a bit of a shock at first but I’ve had a chance to think about it and I don’t want to cause any trouble. Besides I don’t think I’ve got any choice. I don’t know how to get back home and I haven’t got anywhere else to go, so Miss Newcombe said she would take care of me if I agreed to be… well, her slave.’

‘I believe that’s the law, Constable,’ Miss Newcombe said. ‘A person found on private land can surrender themselves to its owner under the terms of the bondslave servitude act.’

‘That’s right enough, Matron,’ Bailey confirmed, ‘so long as the person in question has committed no offence prior to her surrender.’

‘Well Elizabeth’s hardly had a chance to break any of our laws, and as you can see she appears to be perfectly respectable.’

Bailey opened his log book. ‘Then I’d better take some details for the record.’ He took Sue’s full name, address, place and date of birth, and then asked: ‘Now, how did you come to be wandering about in Matron’s garden?’

‘It’s very strange,’ Sue said. ‘I don’t really understand it. I was walking in some woods near my home when I found a small black box half covered by leaves. It looked like it might have been oriental and it had obviously been outside for some time. And inside it had…’

‘… odd looking statues that you handled and then came over all queer and ended up here,’ Bailey finished for her.

‘Well there was only one statue but that’s it, more or less. How did you know?’

Sue actually knew that this was almost the same story that Amber had told Bailey when she had first arrived. Hopefully it would tie-in closely enough to be acceptable without telling him anything he didn’t know already.

‘Heard this one before,’ Bailey said with a worldly air. ‘I dunno what this land of yours is like with all these trick boxes lying about. Still, now you’re here you have to live by our rules. Now I’ve got to take photographs for the records. That means, with you wanting to be a bondslave, without any clothes on, understand?’

Sue tried to appear shocked. ‘Oh… yes, I see. Do you keep slave girls naked all the time?’

‘We do,’ said Bailey. ‘It shows who’s who and helps keep them in their places. And in cold weather it encourages them to work harder. You’ve never seen firewood chopped quicker than by a bare-assed girl knee-deep in snow with her tits turning blue… sorry, Matron.’

‘I’m sure that graphic image will be a salutary reminder to Elizabeth one day, Constable,’ Miss Newcombe said with a grin.

‘Then I suppose I’d better get used to it,’ Sue said.

Hiding the illicit thrill she felt under a show of embarrassment as she exposed everything else to his gaze, she stripped off her clothes which Miss Newcombe took from her. When she was naked she made a show of bravely keeping her arms to her sides and not attempting to cover herself, although she did hang her head in evident shame.

Bailey unhurriedly looked her over with frank approval. ‘Very nice. We don’t get many girls with clean-swept twats round here… begging your pardon again, Matron.’

‘That’s all right, Constable, I’ve heard it called far worse. And she is quite striking, isn’t she?’

‘Yes. I reckon you’ve got lucky, there.’

Bailey took the old tripod and bellows camera from its store cupboard and arranged Sue against a wall, where he took views of her: face, profile and full figure.

‘I believe you have the bondslave consent forms, or do I need to go to the post office?’ Miss Newcombe said when he was done.

Bailey found the necessary form and he and Miss Newcombe filled in the blank spaces.

‘Shall we say a year of service?’ Miss Newcombe asked. ‘Then we can see how you feel.’

‘Yes… I’m sure that will be fine,’ Sue said.

When they were done Sue read it through.