Chapter 5

For several hours Liz cowered in the unlit and partly abandoned shed, starting every time she heard noises outside, hoping and praying that whoever it was out there didn't take it into their minds to come in and discover her here wearing only a blouse and a pair of shoes. As for the occasional noise inside the shed, these really freaked Liz out as she imagined giant, rabid rats with glowing evil red eyes and razor sharp teeth ganging up against her. Once a spider dropped onto her bare thigh and she shrieked aloud in panic as she brushed the harmless creature away before collapsing in a heap on a small pile of long forgotten coal. Sobbing quietly to herself waited, hoping that Master Sam would come and rescue her soon.

And she waited... And waited. Peeking out through a crack in the door, Elizabeth saw the first streaks of dawn start to brighten the sky. Frantic now, she wondered what on earth she was going to do, how she was going to get home in her current state of undress. Silently she cursed herself for not rousing herself earlier and making a move under cover of darkness. At least then, she mused, she might have been able to get part of the way home before reaching a spot where she might have been lucky enough to find some washing left out to dry or something? Moving away from the door, she looked around the shed, search for something that she could use to cover herself as she made her way home. So engrossed and so desperate was she that she did not hear the heavy, male footsteps approaching the shed and the first thing that Elizabeth knew about this was when the door was flung open. Jumping, she spun around and peered towards the noise. "Master Sam!" she gasped gratefully. "I was so worried that it wasn't going to be you."

Wordlessly, Sam leaned forward and clipped a lead onto Elizabeth's collar before turning and starting to leave the shed. Still somewhat reluctant, the half-naked girl followed on, frantically looking about her in case anyone was about to see her in her current state. "Will you get a move on, slut!" snapped an impatient Sam as he tugged on the lead. "Before we've finished, girl, you'll be showing a lot more than your bum to an empty road. A rather filthy bum too, I have to say! Did you sit down while you were in there?"

Admitting that she had, Liz tried to peer over her shoulder and to look at her own buttocks. "Well, they're going to need cleaning," muttered Sam as he opened the front door of his flat and led his slut in. "Mabel!" he yelled.

"Yes, Master?" answered the older woman as she quickly entered his view, stark naked apart from her own collar.

"Mabel, fetch a bucket of water and a sponge. Liz here needs a cleaning up."

Mabel looked at her rival for her owner's attention before she grinned broadly. "Oh, yes Master!" she chuckled as she hurried away, a nasty idea already fermenting into existence in her mind.

Turning his attention back to Liz, Sam snapped impatiently at her to get herself stripped off. Hurrying to obey, Liz removed her shoes and then her tight little top which revealed her firm, bouncy breasts to Sam's view. Resisting the temptation to reach out and to fondle those fine globes, Sam bided his time and simply waited for Mabel to return. When she did, he had Liz place her hands on top of her head before telling his older slut to start to clean his younger one off.

"I can do it myself, Master..." interrupted Elizabeth hopefully, knowing that Mabel would make the experience as unpleasant for her as possible.

"I know, Liz... But I want to see Mabel do it so keep quiet. Mabel?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Mabel as she bent and picked up the sponge before wringing most of the water back out. Pushing the sponge against Liz's blackened buttocks, Mabel started to clean the coal dust from off other girl. Liz gasped and wondered where, exactly, the water had come from as it was absolutely, bitterly cold! Mabel kept on rubbing, working the sponge down Liz's legs until that part of the job was done. Telling the younger girl to part her legs, Mabel then pushed the now dripping sponge between Elizabeth's thighs and started to rub it vigorously over the exposed pussy. Elizabeth flinched and yelped at the onslaught while Mabel tried to stifle a malicious grin. Standing back now, Mabel looked to Sam for further instructions as Liz remained where she was, quietly shivering, water trickling down her legs.

Sam said nothing, he just looked at his two girls.

Eventually Mabel broke the silence. "Was there something else, Sir?" she asked uncertainly.

"No. Tell me, Liz, what's different about your hair?" inquired Sam as Mabel felt a stab of apprehension in the pit of her stomach.

Wordlessly, Liz took hold of the wig that covered her shaven scalp and slowly pulled it to one side. Sam watched incredulously and then bust out laughing. "Oh, that's too much!" he cried between gasps. "What on earth did you do that for? You look like that bird in the first Star Trek movie!"

Pouting and upset by her Master's reaction, Liz pointed out that it wasn't her that had done this.

"So, if it wasn't you, who was it?" demanded Sam.

Pointing an accusing finger at Mabel, Elizabeth spat a single word, "Her!"

The older woman, not quite sure how Sam would react to this took half a step back and looked at him worriedly. But she needn't have been concerned for Sam only started to chortle again. "Give me the wig, Liz," he instructed her holding out his hand. "If you're very, very good, I might let you have this back when you leave. In the meantime I want you to stay like that. It makes you look so stupid. Mabel? Doesn't she look stupid?"

"Yes, Master," trilled the other woman, as eager as always to get at her younger companion, "she looks really stupid."

"So tell me, Liz, what do you look like?"

"I look stupid, Master?" asked Liz, half believing it and half simply playing the game.

Detecting that Liz wasn't totally convinced of her state by the tone in her voice, Sam explained to her that she would soon understand just how ridiculous she was and how she should get used to that state.

"But, Master," wailed his still unconvinced victim, "aren't you going to punish Mabel for doing this to me?"

"Why? A little vindictiveness adds spice to the relationship, I think. No, you two can sort this out between yourselves... but in your own time. And do nothing to each other that will affect your availability to me. Other than that, you're free to deal with this between yourselves. But I do want to be kept informed of what occurs..."

Liz glared darkly at Mabel who simply beckoned confidently and hissed, "Anytime, sister, anytime..."

"I said in your own time, Mabel!" snapped Sam causing the heavier woman to pale. "Now go and sort something out in the kitchen or something. I want to talk to Liz alone for awhile."

Clearly displeased at this, Mabel nevertheless backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Moving forwards, Sam ran his hand over Liz's head. "So tell me the rest of the story. She didn't get this kind of finish just like that..."