Chapter 6

The burning deep inside her pussy progressively got worse as Elizabeth slide about in the confined space of the Rover's boot. She wished that Master Sam would slow down just a little but doubted that he would. Yet, despite the bruises that her body was collecting and the terrible mistreatment of her vagina, a part of her was enjoying this experience, this total abandonment of what was considered to be 'normal'. True, she was still worried about what would befall her next but this feeling of being simply a toy, a plaything, a source of amusement for someone else was a considerable turn on. Besides, this helplessness, this inability to do or to decide anything for herself had taken a huge weight from her shoulders and had granted her the strangest sense of freedom.

The old car started to slow then turned sharply to the left before picking up a little speed (but not much) as the road was obviously very rough and Elizabeth guessed that it was little more than a track. Bounced about inside the boot and unable to help herself because of her hands being bound behind her, she whimpered quietly as her body impacted against the car's metal parts. Finally, after what seemed an age to her, the vehicle stopped and the engine was switched off. Elizabeth waited pensively in the darkness, the torment in her pussy fading now as the chilli had lost most of its potency. Finally the boot lid was opened and she blinked in the dazzling bright light of the morning.

Sam smiled down at his shaven headed slag and asked if she was comfortable. "Not very, Master Sam," she replied with conviction.

"Good," he replied as he lifted her out of the car.

Elizabeth glanced apprehensively about to see that they were in a deserted woodland grove. "Where are we, Master?" she asked.

"Kent," he replied as he used a sharp flick-knife to cut her bindings, "not far from where Charles Dickens used to live. Now, lay on your back and spread your legs wide again."

Elizabeth did as she was told only to find Sam squatting beside her and clinically pushing his fingers into her vagina. "Let's remove that nasty chilli, shall we?" he asked. It was a very weird feeling having a man probing her there in a totally none-sexual manner but Elizabeth was more than willing to undergo the humiliation of it all to get rid of the chilli. Once the small piece of torment had been removed, Sam tossed it away into the bushes. "Well," he said standing, "I'll be off then."

"P... p... pardon?" Elizabeth stuttered.

"Oh, yes, you've no money to help you get back to London, have you, Liz? Well, here's a tenner - that should by you a train ticket."

"But what about my clothes?" she protested.

"What about them?" he asked as he clambered back into the car and started the engine.

Elizabeth bent down by the open driver's window, the gentle breeze playing against the bare cheeks of her posterior. "I need them," she explained simply - but her Master didn't reply, he simply let out the clutch and pulled slowly away. Startled, Elizabeth began to run after him, her arms waving wildly, her breasts bobbing about very attractively as Sam watched her antics in his mirror. After awhile she slowed so he held out her shoes through the window and halted the car. Spotting the bait, Liz started to run again so Sam taunted her more by letting the car roll forward slowly as the girl gave chase. Smiling, Sam looked into the mirror for a few moments before finally letting the shoes drop. Moving forward again for a few yards, he paused until Liz had put on the shoes then he held out her wig. Again the same game of taunting, pausing and moving was played out until she finally gained her replacement hair. Elizabeth's blouse came next and by the time she had been rewarded with this small scrap of material, she was breathing very heavily and was clutching her side trying to relieve the stitch that was assaulting her. Now only her hotpants remained to be collected and, as Sam drove along with them hanging out of his window, he spotted an elderly couple walking towards him accompanied by their dog. Waiting until he was just opposite the dog walkers, Sam finally let go of the pants before accelerating rapidly away. The couple turned to watch as the Rover bounced down the road then the man bent to retrieve the fallen item. As he straightened up, he found himself looking at the naked groin of an attractive young woman who appeared to be in some distress. "Can I... can I have my pants... back, please?" she finally managed to gasp.

Eyes riveted to the woman's crotch, the man didn't move - until his wife elbowed him in the side along with an instruction to give the girl back her trousers. "And wait till I get you home, Henry Thomas!" she hissed at her husband. Grinning like a silly schoolboy, Henry handed over the electric blue clothing, called his dog and then set off down the road, a smile on his face and the first erection he'd had in his pants for years. He hadn't gone far before he paused and waited for his wife to catch up to him then, without warning, he grabbed her by the shoulders and wrested her to the ground behind a convenient bush. "Henry! What are you doing?" she yelled. "Have you gone mad? Get off me!"

"Henry, that's my best tweed skirt!"

"Henry! What's that?"

"Oh please, Henry - don't!"

"Oh, please, Henry - do!"

"Oh, Henryyyyyy..."

"Ohhhhhh... !!!"

A little down the road, Elizabeth listened, half embarrassed, half smiling as she put her hotpants back on. At least she had her attire back and ten pounds to pay for the trip to the railway station locker in central London where she had left her belongings but she was very keenly aware that what wouldn't rate a second glance outside Tramps night club in Piccadilly of an evening would certainly raise a few eyebrows in rural Kent during the cold light of day...

The trip home was a long and attention gathering one for Elizabeth but it did offer her plenty of time to think about Mabel and how she should get her revenge on the bitch. Various plans were thought up and then discarded but, eventually, the germ of an idea occurred to Elizabeth and took root. It would need a little polishing and some details needed to be worked out but, on the whole, she was rather proud of her planning.

Of course, the first thing she needed to do after she arrived at her father's imposing town house was to sleep which was something that didn't please her sire when he found that his daughter was in bed in the early evening when he returned home from a hard day at the office. The first that Elizabeth knew about this was when there was a loud pounding on her bedroom door and her father's voice was demanding that she get up immediately. Groggily Elizabeth pulled herself out of the bed and, putting on her dressing gown, stumbled towards the door that her father had taken to banging on again. Just as she was about to open the heavy, wooden lintel, she suddenly realised that she was still wearing the collar that Sam had given her and she quickly removed it before dropping it into her pocket.

Opening the door Elizabeth found herself staring into the livid face of her father. "And what were you up to last night to still be in bed at seven in the evening?" he demanded to know.

"There's a new club opened in St James, daddy," Elizabeth lied easily, "and then I went round to Sarah Hastings place - we'd met at the club - and we sat and talked for absolutely ages and before we knew it, it was breakfast time so..."