The Incident at the creek

“Master…Master please wake up.”

I shook him gently and he begins to stir, asking “What girl…go to sleep, it’s four in the morning.”

“Please Master, I have to pee. Please” I begged.

He rolls over and undoes the chain to the collar and I rush outside, there is a slight but steady rain as I lift my leg to release my bladder next to the oak that is my designated bathroom. I finish and stand, wiping myself as best I can and turn towards the house, he is standing in the doorway yawning and snaps his fingers pointing to the ground. He wants me to crawl back into the home.

“Finished?”

“Yes Master. Thank you Master” I state. I hate this part and curse him in my head as I fall to all fours and begin to crawl back to him like a chastised dog. He doesn’t even look at me as we enter the bedroom and he reattaches the chain to my collar. I’m wet from the rain…he goes back to bed and I’m left naked on the floor, with only a thin blanket and body pillow for my comfort. I don’t get back to sleep soon as his snoring keeps me awake somewhat…till finally I close my eyes.

His foot poking me in the ribs gently woke me.

“Get up you lazy slut! You’re not going to sleep this day away!” He chuckles and undoes my collar chain as I glance at the position of the sun in the room. I overslept by at least an hour and know I’ll pay for that shortly but my Master seems more amused than concerned about it.

“Yes Master! Of course Master!”

I rush downstairs to begin his breakfast. He’s not much of an eater in the morning and I know that I can supplement my meager little rations with leftovers from his plate. I start the bacon and eggs, making two pieces of bacon more than he will eat and quickly scrambling the eggs. I hear the shower upstairs turn off and know that I don’t have much time. I scramble to get the tea on and a fruit cup together.

I finish as I hear his boots on the steps on the steps and drop into nadu, my legs open wide, palms turned up. I blow a bit of tawny brown hair out of my face.

“Good morning girl” he says and looks to the table. “Where are the plates?”

I turn bright red and know I’ll be whipped now. I bow my head to the floor and try to answer as pitifully as I can, hopefully he take some mercy on me.

“I’m sorry Master. I didn’t have time to set the table, as you know I overslept.” I whimpered and then said “However I have prepared a good breakfast for you Master.”

I waited and hoped. Between waking him last night, oversleeping this morning and not setting the table….I fully expected a whipping, but his mood did seem jovial, maybe I would be lucky.

“Ah no matter…don’t forget next time.” He says and sits at the table.

“Of course Master. Thank you Master.”

I begin to serve him by setting the table and then I pour his tea, already made up the way he likes it with cream and sugar. I bring the bacon and eggs as well as the fruit cup. Then kneel as his side, quiet as the proverbial church mouse as he eats. As I had hoped he offers one of the strips of bacon to me. I rise on my haunches and accept the piece in my teeth, again like a small dog would.

He smiles…”Clear the table then bend over it.”

“Master?”

“You heard me girl.”

I do as commanded, and then return to the table where he is still seated. I bend over the table, fearing the worst as I grab the edge. I stare straight ahead and then I hear him stand. I feel his hand roll over my firm ass. I guess I’m not going to escape being punished after all.

He surprises me however as he kicks my legs open somewhat….then he enters me roughly with his manhood. I grunt. I don’t mind getting fucked by him, generally speaking he sees to my needs and is a gentle lover…however at this moment he is using me as a simple fuck toy.

“What are you girl?”

I answer him. He runs through the **** paces, reminding me as he takes me that I belong to him; that I am just property, his property. Somehow he manages to time it just right and I feel my muscles clench and that warm feeling fills me.

”I belong to you Master…only you.” I manage to say as the warmth flows through me.

With a grunt he finishes telling me to clean up and what my duties are for the day. The usual, cleaning the house…tending to the garden out back, shopping and that he would like to have fish for the evening meal. There is nothing out of the ordinary, the common duties and everyday life of a ****. He leaves after demanding a kiss and I am left alone.

I wait five minutes or so before getting out of nada, it’s not uncommon for him to forget something and I run though a mental checklist of what he carries with him every day. Satisfied that he will not be coming back, I stand and stretch.

Technically as a **** I’m not allowed to use the Master’s bath unless he’s there but a warm shower is better than a cold bath in a laundry tub and since I buy the soap and shampoo, he is not aware of my little crime.

Please don’t misunderstand me, my Master is no idiot and I’m sure there are certain things he knows but let’s slide for whatever reason. He’s tossed the extra bacon and eggs into the trash on more than one occasion, he once even denied me food for three days because “the cost of feeding a **** was to high.”

He however is still a man, and therefore is not that observant. That allows me a bit leeway at times.

I showered then looked into the mirror as I dried myself. I was no longer a teen age **** girl, but for a girl past her early twenties I still had a nice body. No previous Master had bred me so there were no children and my stomach was taunt from diet and exercise.

At one time I was trained to be a dancer and my body still reflected the muscular legs and hips of a dancer. Master had bounced a few quarters off my ass in his day and was amused by the height he obtained with each coin. I still danced for his amusement although the cheering crowds of a tavern where a thing of the past. I combed my shoulder length hair and stared at the women in the mirror for a few moments.

Lifting my C cup breasts I admired the girl in the mirror…and then I worried. A woman’s worth consists of several things…beauty being one of those, and I was a girl quickly approaching my mid 30’s. It was likely that Master would either buy another girl soon to replace me…or he could do worse. It was not unheard of. Still though, I was strong and looked younger than I was plus for whatever reason Master had not expressed interest in another girl.

Slowly I made my way back to the kitchen and started the daily grind of a ****. I made the gruel, which supposedly was “scientifically formatted with the health of your **** girl in mind” yet still managed to taste like dry oatmeal. Is it any wonder I supplemented my diet with leftovers from my Masters plate?

Since I tended the garden I could add a few berries and other fruits to it as well. Even then it was barely edible, but again, I was only a ****.

My indoor housework took only an hour or two to do and I wanted to start on the garden before the heat of the day became overbearing, I was just finishing up a apple plucked fresh from the tree when I heard him calling my name. I took up the bushel of fruits and vegetables and sprinted towards the house. It was unlike him to be home this hour.

I rushed in and bowed, kissing his boot. He did not look pleased and that sent a chill through me.

“Master, I am glad your home but I must admit I’m surprised. Normally you eat in town at midday. Can I prepare something for you?”

He shook his head. “Fetch your sandals, then the **** hood, your gag, and leash.”

Now it was my turn to be concerned. It was not like him to hood me but with a quick “Yes, Master” I did what he demanded…and I could not help but let out a little whimper as the world went dark around my head.

We were walking now, he lead the way in silence tugging on my leash sometimes. I stumbled behind him with my hands bound behind my back, naked and exposed to the high sun and the occasional branch that scratched my skin or a bug or bee that wished to feast on my flesh. I was not going to complain though. Master’s mood seemed dark and that worried me. We were in the woods and not on the road towards town, so it seemed unlikely that he was going to sell me. At least there was that cold comfort.

I heard the far off voices of men…and I grew even more worried.

I could hear my Master exchange greetings, the sound of a gently flowing stream ahead of us. Then suddenly I could see, although it did take a moment for my eyes to adjust.

We were in a clearing with a small creek running through it, the northern end had been blocked off with a dam and a small trickle of water run through the sluice gate. There were about a dozen Masters and their various slaves. I recognized a few from the village or when they visited with their Masters. Each of us were collared and leash, some were dressed with the rough dress of a **** girl, others were like me and naked. Some were gagged and we acknowledged each other with a movement of our heads.

A few moments later there was a bit of a commotion and two Masters I did not know brought a naked redheaded **** forward.

She struggled somewhat, and her eyes were wild. She was gagged and they staked her out in the middle of the creek. They were not being kind and she cried out in pain and frustration. Each limb of the poor girl was stretched wide, and the ropes were bound tight. Once satisfied, one of the men stepped away while the other headed towards the sluice gate….and I gasped behind my gag. This was not a punishment, but an execution.

He went back to her, and removed the gag. She did not say a word. He stepped away.

The water trickled towards her, slowly at first…then started to flow a bit faster. It started to pool around her and I realized that the girl was at a bit of an angle, her head was above her feet and…that’s when the horror of the situation hit me.

Not only would we watch her drown, but she could see the water raising. To her credit she did not scream out till the water touched her belly.

She started the struggle then but it soon became obvious to us on the shore that it was fruitless. The sound of a sharp slap was heard as a teen girl, I think her name was Melinda, was trying to turn her eyes from the scene.

My Master placed his hand in my brown hair and I felt the grip tighten…it was just enough to serve as a bit of a warning….”watch” it seemed to say to me. However I did not watch the red head girl in her struggles, nor did she cry out “Please Masters” or beg for mercy. In fact, it seemed that she had no desire to die as a ****.

One of the neighbor girls was from the deep southern lands and her skin was a jet black, her name was Laura, had buried her head into her Master’s leg and he did not chastise her nor did he seem that interested in watching a girl die. He fiddled with his hands like a bored schoolboy. Megan and Kelly, blond twins owned by Master Zues looked on with wide eyes like two doe’s just before the hunter places an arrow into their hearts.

I turned my eyes back to the girl…and was surprised when calm seem to take over her face.

“So my beloved Master’s…why don’t you slit my throat? Or are you to cowardly to kill a woman with honor?”

I’m sure I’m not the only that gasped. I was not born a ****, but was taken as one when very young…and I grew up being taught about the superiority of men. How one should act and talk around men and that we were simply “entertainment” for them. Of course everything I had been taught was a lie, but by the time I learned that, I already had ****.

Now this girl, this woman who was going to drown, challenged them to take her life quickly. She challenged their very honor in something as simple in drowning her.

“Quiet slut, or I’ll cut out your tongue” said one of the men that had staked her there.

She did something then that no one expected. She laughed a full belly laugh and sang out “As if that matters now you prick.”

He pulled his knife and entered the water….only to be grabbed and held back by another. “Don’t be stupid you feeble boy. If you give her a quick ****, she wins or are you to dense to see that?”

He cursed him and shook his arm away entering the water then slipped and fell on his ass, bringing great laughter from all and breaking the sullen mood. He rose, shaking and screaming then turned away from the redhead who taunted him and crossed into the woods.

My Master smiled as he passed us. Then he turned to the redhead, the water now at her breasts.

“Woman,” he said loud enough to be heard, “I do not know you or that boy. What you did to deserve this punishment is no business of mine; however I shall give you a choice. If you wish to live then ask. Or, if you wish to die with honor then I shall release you quickly from this world.”

“Would I live as a **** or as a free woman?”

“I see only a free woman who is being executed for reasons I do not know. However given the words you speak and his actions speak volumes to me about the nature of the crime.”

The water topped her breasts now and steadily rose, I glanced about and the rest of the Masters seemed at ease…no one, even the other unknown man that helped the stupid boy chain the girl to the stakes seemed that interested in watching a girl die today.

Another moment passed and then another as the girl and my Master were quiet, then he spoke. “Which will it be women? The water rises quickly now.”

“You are a man of honor and dignity,” she said and then turned to me. “Your Master is a good man, serve him well.” She then turned her head to my Master again, “End this life.”

He nodded and entered the cold water.