Chapter 15: A Run in the Park

I wake up in Neena's bed. I am still boiling. I had no relief last evening. Quite the reverse. Neena used me and used me and then used me again.

I licked and sucked her. Feet.Toes. Calves. Knees, Breasts. Nipples. Tongue. Labia. Clit. Finally, after she had come, she made it clear that her anal bud required a long and careful lick. She was absolutely clean, thank goodness but even if she hadn't been, I know my duty was to obey her.

Then she handcuffed me to a short chain fixed to the side of her bed and fondled my nipples as she drifted into sleep. So here I am. The light of early morning is filling the room. Neena is still spooned into me and I'm bursting to pee. She stirs and turns over. Turns again and opens her eyes.

"Rapina! You were good last night. Too good for straight little girl - I didn't know you were so completely bi - or perhaps you have always been completely lesbian but never had the opportunity to know yourself properly?"

"Spaseeba, Gaspazha but I don't think I really am. I did what you wanted of me..."

"Yes you did, didn't you? And that was all it was, was it?" She looks at me in a way that tells she doesn't believe it. She doesn't care though. "Good," she goes on. "I am pleased with you. It's time I used you regularly..." She yawns.

I feel a stab of anticipation. For goodness sake, what has become of me? I am looking forward to being the sexual plaything of this girl. Yet what choice do I have? In every practical respect, I am merely a chattel, to be exploited and used.

"Gaspazha?"

"Rapina?"

"May I go to the toilet?"

"My toilet?"

"Any toilet. Please."

"Why?"

"I need to pee."

"Do you? Well, so do I. Come here." She reaches over me, unfastens the chain from my cuffs and leads me into the bathroom. She has a large walk in shower – a "wet room" in fact. "On your knees," she says to me. "Over the drain."

I crouch over the drain, legs apart. I wait. I know that she won't be pleased if I just do as I need without her permission. She keeps me hanging on for what seems like an age.

"Now pee!"

I still dislike being watched but by this time I am desperate. There is no reluctance on my part. I let go and my urine flows out through the drain holes of my chastity belt. As my pee flows it reminds me that throughout all the sexual congress of last evening, it was Neena who reached climax. It was Neena who enjoyed sexual fulfilment whilst I could only enjoy her pleasure as I remained frustrated and burning with desire. The desire which drove me to do anything and everything Neena asked me to do. The sensation of urine flowing from me, the feeling of my bladder emptying is almost sexual. It must show in my face. When I open my eyes Neena is gazing at me, smiling.

"Enjoy yourself?"

It seems an almost obscene question, but of course Neena knows the answer in any case. "Da Gaspazha! Spaseeba!"

"Good." Neena smiles with a sympathetic air. "What is the main task of Rapina?"

I have been well drilled in what I am expected to say by now. "To serve others Gaspazha."

"Over here!" She points to the floor over the drain. "On your back!" I turn and lay on the floor, facing up. She squats over me. "You know what is coming now, Rapina?" I give a whimper. I know what she intends. But if I am to serve, I have to do as she says. "Now it is time for Rapina to have a nice warm drink. She will swallow everything. She will do her best not to spill even one drop!"

Neena stops, evidently wanting some acknowledgement from me. "Da Gaspazha..." She hears me agree; she can tell I acquiesce. She knows I will do it. She seems even more certain of my obedience than I do. My reverie of a few short moments ago has gone. Do I have to do even this?

I have to because Neena is now kneeling right above me. My head is between her knees.

"Rapina?"

"Da?"

"Where is your mouth?" She frames it as a question but I know it is an instruction. Carefully I place my mouth around her labia. I feel her relax. First there is a short spurt of warm fluid. It stops momentarily, then restarts more confidently as it were, then establishes itself as a rushing stream. I swallow and swallow. It seems to never stop. I do all I can to make sure none of her urine escapes my lips and overflows onto her thighs. Eventually the flow subsides. Eventually I can stop drinking, but my mouth is full of the musty, yeasty taste of her.

"Did you enjoy me, rapina?"

"I have never done that Gaspazha..."

"That is not what I asked..."

"I am sorry Gaspazha, I, er I don't know ... Was I satisfactory?"

"Yes, you were satisfactory but being satisfactory is not enough. Did you enjoy me?"

Actually I did enjoy her. I am ashamed to say I did but that seems to be my fate. To serve her yet more intimately.

"Well, rapina? I will ask you once more and then I will cane the answer from you..."

"Da, Gaspazha," I confess. "I enjoyed you." I can't look into her eyes, as I admit it.

She realises that I am speaking the truth and taking my chin in her hand pulls my head round until our eyes meet. Her's, hungry; mine, tearful and defeated. I have to admit that another defence has been breached, another fortification has been over-run.

She smiles. She knows that, once more, victory is hers.

She dictates her terms. "I am pleased to hear it. Do you know? You would not enjoy it half so much if our body had not been carefully protected from unauthorised stimulation! See what care we take of our property, rapina, so it performs just the way we want it at just the time we want it." (during this little speech, Neena has been gently tapping my chastity belt, to make quite sure I am understand her completely). She continues: "You will soon accept sexual service as a normal part of your service. Regular. Frequent. Something you will look forward to. Something you will enjoy!"

Will I? Will I really? Jennifer Karin McEwan, BSc (Honours) University of Cambridge, PhD student. Wife of Joseph McEwan, civil engineer. Daughter of Colonel Andrew Palmer, Royal Artillery. Looking forward to drinking the urine of her captor. Her torturer. Looking forward to being a sexual plaything of anyone she is given to.

"Kneel and wait!" I kneel on the floor of the shower area whilst Gaspazah gets washed. She goes to find a towel. Presently, she is back. "Go back to your cell and drink some water, then clean your teeth, then go to the back door. I will meet you and Andrei. House Security will permit you these movements on your own – but nowhere else."

She winks. I get the message. She unfastens my wrists and I go on my way. Just before I leave her suite I notice a curious picture on the wall. It's a print of an illuminated X-ray. The bones of a lumbar spine are supported by a scaffolding of metal. Is that Neena's spine on the radiograph? Her souvenir of some horrific accident she has had?

Presently, I am in the basement corridor at the door through which I walked, out into the garden, out into the winter snow. How I remember that day. The day when I first knew that I now lived in a different world. Andrei arrives. He is dressed for a run and carries a pair of running shoes and socks.

"Here, rapina. Yours! Please to get dressed."

Mine? But slaves do not own anything of their own? I do not put this into words but merely do as I am told. It's creepy. These are precisely the same make and size of running shoes I wear at home. Even the socks are the same. As if they know every detail about me. As if I am completely transparent to them. My history. My hopes. My fears. My likes. My dislikes. All open for inspection. All laid bare to their gaze. Or perhaps it's my other life which was merely a dream and – really – I have always been rapina Vyerka?

Neena arrives also dressed for running. She is so beautiful. She is wearing blue lycra capri shorts and a white sports bra. In between her skin is bare, showing her tight toned body. Her hair is combed straight and tied back into a pony tail. Oh, to be able to tie my hair back! To feel it pulling on my scalp again! And above her spine is a fine surgical scar...

"Rapina! Here!"

I go to her. She takes a key and unlocks my chastity belt and smirks!

"A welcome change? Well you deserve a treat after your work last night, but no time for enjoyment just yet – I mean that sort of enjoyment!"

She smiles and wrinkles her nose. They never lose the opportunity to underline how they can control even my most basic desires. Give. Take. Give back. Take away. According to their desires. Always theirs. Never mine. No more personal autonomy, even over my own body.

"Rapina, before we go: I have my phone here. It will keep in touch with your collar. If you fall too far behind, your collar will start to hurt. If you are foolish and try to escape..."

"I understand, Gaspazaha!"

She smiles and patronisingly pats me on the butt. Inside I am angry. That nonsense was uncalled for. I'm not a complete idiot. Where on earth could I run to, anyway? But I suppose that's not the point. She is making sure I never forget how I must live now. Making sure it's always in front of me. Rubbing my nose in my slavery.

There's a final humiliation. I catch Andrei admiring the bruises Neena has given me last night, to add to the cane marks which still linger...

The summer has come and the day will be very warm. You can tell from the smell of the earth. Beneath the trees there are carpets of flowers, blue and white. Soon I am sweating freely but at least I am naked and the air on my bare skin is wonderful. How could I ever have done this in my other life? Neena sets a gentle pace at first and then gradually increases, then slows, then speeds up again, in intervals of I suppose two or three minutes. My gym time has always included work on the treadmill or the cross-trainer but, oh, to run properly again! Do I care if we see anyone? No! I feel free for once and completely brazen about my nakedness.