Lament
by Tes Staylace, in collaboration with Phil Boarder
- ©2003 Tes Staylace
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CHAPTER TWELVE - THE MIND'S REPARATION
Cassie looked down at the ground, her head tied to the lower rail, her rear end forced up into the air. The tight corset pushed into her stomach further, and made her groan.
Sean bent down and laughed in her face -- she could smell alcohol on his breath.
Storm approached and he needed no coaxing, but the whip lashed across his buttocks causing him to push deeper into Cassie. The whip caught Cassie’s side, causing her to winch at every thrust, not able to call out from her pear bit.
The task enjoyed by Horace and Sean seemed to last forever, as they whipped Storm harder and harder. They lashed faster and faster until the very earth trembled, and Storm’s weight rested on her back.
She felt weak and feverish. Cassie tried to stand, but had been left tethered in the awkward upended position as the boys led Storm out. Horace reappeared as Cassie took fast shallow breaths, the corset cutting into her waist. “Now let us see if you enjoy me as you enjoyed Storm.”
His hot sweaty hands touched the back of Cassie's legs. His left hand moved up to the top of the corset and he roughly slid his fingers into the top for a grip. “Are you ready Cassie? Heh...Cassie are you ready for this, Cassie… Cassie… Cassie….”
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“Cassie, Cassie, wake up. Wake up!” Cassie jumped up the damp sheet entangling her arms and neck. She fought through the clinging covers and jumped out of bed. Soaked in sweat and shivering in the cold morning air, she looked around, lost for the moment. Chickey walked over to her and placed a blanket over her shoulders. “That must have been some nightmare,” remarked Chickey. “We are safe here -- and we get to try on our gowns today. Isn’t it exciting Cassie? Who would have thought we would be belles of the ball?”
Cassie stepped away from Chickey and looked at her in disgust. “I do not share your enthusiasm, but I will participate if the Colonel wants us to.” Then she snapped back into her protective tone. “We shall have a good time, Chickey. I am sure we will be fine -- just do as I do and we will survive”
“Survive all the dancing and flirting -- I think I can do that, but I will follow you, as I am not so up on manners and all that.” laughed Chickey
Cassie walked over to the window -- she had not told her friend what was going to happen today. She let Chickey enjoy her moments no matter how brief life on this twisted planet would be. Amy had told her few details of the Ball, but pre-warned was pre-armed, and Cassie would live to see Orion again, wherever he was.
“Get back to bed, Chickey. We have a long three days ahead of us,” instructed Cassie, as she walked out into the cool morning breeze on the balcony.
Her stomach churned as she thought of her nightmare, the first she had had since she had left Hawkins plantation. Amy’s warning had helped. Both girls ate soup for the last couple of days and softened and chewed the bread very well in preparation, as Chickey had gushed that today was the day. Three days before the ball would start, so would the girls’ dressing. Cassie had thought Amy was making up the outfits the girls were to wear, but the horror in her eyes as she described the ordeal from last year and the demise of the two poor wretches involved cleared her mind of doubt.
Cassie had listened as Amy described how she cut the laces of the outfits the girls had worn and how they had collapsed on the floor writhing in agony. One had died within an hour, the other lasted two days. The doctor was stumped, but called it an extreme attack of the vapors when pushed. Amy told how she could find the gap in the tight lacing, but could not get the knife in to cut the laces. They had been tied in a knot and the excess lace cut off. The outfits were the thickest of leather, and Amy thought the sudden release was the cause of the girls’ problems. Cassie was prepared for today -- she knew what she was to endure.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - DELUSION AND LOVE
Chickey shrieked with delight as they walked along the corridor to the dressing
room. Cassie held her hand and walked calmly through the door.
The room was empty but for two chairs, into which they were instructed to sit. The maids left them alone in the empty room, as the two girls looked around at the bare walls and billowing curtains in the balcony doorway. The door behind them clicked shut
“Hello Ladies. How have you enjoyed your stay?” The voice boomed from behind them and they both jumped round.
The Colonel stood at the door. He seemed taller and broader across the shoulders than the last time those months ago they had seen him. “Today starts your preparation for the ball. The next three days will be difficult for you, but this is the reason you were both saved. After the ball, you will be free to go and enjoy freedom. We will not see each other after the Ball. You will not return to the house.” The colonel almost growled, then his voice softened, “You will be looked after for the rest of your lives. Each will receive a farm and land and the loan of my workers until you get straight. So enjoy the next few days here and I wish you well.”
Cassie bit her tongue, as she wished he would choke on those lies.
“Are you happy with the arrangement? Speak now ladies, as this is the last conversation we will have,” explained the Colonel.
Cassie nodded as Chickey exploded with thank yous and tears.
“Sit down girl! I did not tell you to get up!” he barked.
As Chickey returned to her seat, the colonel tapped his cane on the floor and the room sprung to life. A maid rushed from the balcony, carrying a chair, and four maids entered through the hall doorway carrying two boxes between them. As the Colonel sat down facing the girls, the maids fussed behind them. The Colonel had iced tea brought to him as he watched the maids strip the girls of their smocks. He smiled at their nakedness before nodding to the maids. The pairs stood on either side of Cassie and Chickey and turned their chairs to face each other. Out from the box they lifted up a white leather neck corset edged in gold. They wrapped it around Cassie’s neck and began to thread through the lace. Cassie looked at Chickey as if a mirror of her self, although Chickey was smiling and Cassie looked blank.
Once the lace had been threaded through all the holes, the colonel tapped his cane and the tightening began. Cassie looked at the neck corset on Chickey and worried it would be too tall for her. It must have been over six inches high at the front. Hers could not be the same, as it would be far too high. As the inside of the collar tightened around her neck, Cassie began to panic. She tried to get up, but one look at Chickey stopped her, as she was smiling. Chickey had always wanted to be a fine Southern lady, and this was her chance. Cassie would be with her all the way. The collar looked very fine, indeed, and took away her nakedness.
The Colonel tapped again, and the maids pulled the laces even tighter. Cassie’s eyes lifted to the ceiling as her neck stretched under the strain. She took a short rasping breath through her constricted windpipe and gasped, “Enough,” as she waved her arms about in submission. The word never came out of her mouth, as the neck corset tightened once more. She went to stand, but a maid placed a strong hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear,
”Take shallow breaths and stay calm -- we have almost taken it all the way”
Tighter? Cassie did not think it could go any tighter. She moved her head as best she could, rocking it from side to side and back and forward. One final pull and Cassie felt the two sides of the back lacing come to a solid halt. Her lungs seemed fit to burst as the breath whistled through her throat. The laces were tied off and cut just as Amy had warned. Cassie sat up and looked over at Chickey. She was still smiling and looked very elegant with her new long and slender neck. Her two maids picked up the box they had brought with them and left the room. Cassie guessed her two maids had also left, as the colonel rose and walked around the seated girls. “I told you that would be your last chance of a conversation; however beauty speaks for itself and you are a wonderful pair.”
He returned to his chair as the door opened again. The maids came in carrying a similar box, although slightly longer than the last. Cassie watched as her left arm was lifted. She could not look down, but saw Chickey’s maids wrap a cuff around her lower arm. Again it was white leather trimmed in gold braid and, like the neck corset, had bones running along its length. The maids placed it carefully around the arm from wrist to elbow and began the long task of threading the lace through the holes underneath. As the lacing progressed, Cassie noticed a bronze ring at the wrist end of the brace. It caught the sun as it shone through the window.
It seemed to take an age before the laces could be tightened, but the now familiar tap from the Colonel brought the sleeve tight around her forearm. Cassie felt her hand tingle as the lace was tied off and cut. The box produced another sleeve for the other arm and the performance was repeated. Chickey beamed across at Cassie, and Cassie returned the smile. Seeing how good the outfit was on her almost made her forget Amy’s warnings.
The Colonel tapped his cane and spoke softly, “I think you ladies have done enough for one day. You look stunning. Take the balcony back to your room and we will recommence tomorrow. Sleep well ladies.” The girls gingerly walked out on to the balcony in the noon sunshine. They kept close to the side of the building so as not to be seen in their collars and cuffs and nothing else.
Once in the safety of their room, they climbed into bed and lay close together. Their soft skin, in contrast to the stiff leather, gave them a glow inside as they lay in silence, unable to utter a word through their constricted throats. Their eyes shone as they drifted to sleep, thinking of the next day and the excitement and dangers it would bring.