Y’All, I’m going to be honest, this isn’t the most fun read. For one thing, this is the clunky point where I’m merging the story @AllyLogan and I have been telling back in Kentucky and the Tinas Fight Back Story that @LizzyTzee and I started and paused back last July. Full disclosure, some details don’t line up perfectly, so please just go with it. lol.
But also, this chapter by necessity is full of background and context and less action than other chapters. But the payoff will be a super fun, fast paced and surprising conclusion in the remaining chapters. Personally, I can’t wait to see how things wind up for Tina and Ally. I hope you feel the same. 😊
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Lizzy hated the desert. There is nothing refined about it. Nothing was elevated. That’s not to say it wasn’t an impressive environment. Its power and its beauty were breathtaking at times. And useful. Lizzy was able to allow the savagery of the desert to do most of work of deconstructing Tina. Work Lizzy would have otherwise had to handle on a personal level. And even though Lizzy was exceedingly skilled in the application of the violence such a task would require, he didn’t actually care much for doing it.
As Lizzy stepped into the shower to wash away the coarse sand, he thought back to the first time he arrived at Mistress Tammy’s compound.
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Lizzy was new to Mistress Tammy’s stable those years ago. He struggled to find his niche. Mistress Tammy gave him her full approval for his athletic prowess. He was more balanced and graceful than even Mia, Mistress Tammy’s prize possession. Side by side, when in training sessions under Mistress Tammy’s direst instruction, his performance made Mia look like a rank amateur. Everyone adored him for his talent, including Mia. She was the first one to congratulate him in besting her, even as his accomplishment cost her a punishment of at least modest severity. Lizzy loved Mia for her endless support and superhuman generosity of spirit. These were qualities Lizzy had only considered as concepts or theories in his youth, and never actually expected to observe them, let alone receive them from another person.
“Lizzy, that was remarkable! You are such a natural. Oh, I’m so happy you’re with us.” Mia’s eyes welled up with happy tears as she extoled Lizzy’s virtues. Even as Lizzy strapped Mia into a punishment bench or laced her up in a sensory deprivation suit.
“Thank you, Mia.” Lizzy never showed his OWN emotions. “I am sorry for the punishment…”
“Stop now, you hear?” Mia chided. “You know how much I love to serve Mistress Tammy. I’d most likely be whipped or strangled in her bed regardless. You caused me nothing but happiness, Lizzy.” He plunged the rubber bladder into Mia’s mouth and pulled eye-less latex hood up over her head as she gave him a reassuring wink. After a few minutes of additional straps and buckles and accessories, Lizzy turned a dial, and a fully rubber-encased Mia was twitching and contorting awkwardly on the table.
“Is that set to medium, slave?” Tammy’s words were a question, but her tone was both a threat and a promise. Lizzy rotated the dial from low to medium. Mia’s twitching changed to more urgent convulsions.
“Yes Mistress, it is. It is NOW, I mean, Mistress.” Tammy’s smile never wavered but her eyes flickered like a glitch in the Matrix.
“And why is it ONLY on medium then, slave?” Lizzy had no choice. He turned the dial, pausing on each click. The table Mia was strapped to shook from her struggles.
“May I excuse myself to train, Mistress?” Tammy knew that training was not the only reason Lizzy wanted to leave.
“Training IS vital, my sweet Lizzy. But all of the training in the world can only prepare you for what you can see coming. You train harder than anyone, pet. When you have reached your peak, no one will be able to touch you. No one accept your own doubts. You have to drive that weakness out.” Tammy squeezed Lizzy’s shoulders from behind. “That IS the reason you came here, is it not? To serve me so that I can make you perfect?” Lizzy looked at her friend laced up in smothering rubber going mad in agony on the table in front of her.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good. So long as you haven’t forgotten.” Tammy sighed. “Go practice your fighting routines. We can work on your fighting spirit later.”
Lizzy hurried out of the room and recused himself to one of the athletic training spaces. Tammy watched his every move. Judging it all. Then she wiped the dusty controls to the device torturing her favorite slave. The menial cleaning tools were slacking. But rather than be upset, Tammy saw the opportunity in the situation. She’d have Lizzy provide corrective motivation for them.
Lizzy was going to be an important asset in the Deveraux family business one day. One way of another.
Tammy turned the dial all the way off. Other than Mia’s heaving chest, she instantly became still. Tammy looked at the timer on her watch. Her lips mouthed the numbers as she counted. Mia’s breathing was returning to normal. He chest was soon back to steady, swallow dips.
“Eleven seconds Mia. Very good control. Mistress is pleased.” Tammy knew that Mia would be excited and happy from the praise. Mia was perfect other than her broken body. The abuse she suffered from the cartel that initially enslaved her permanently limited her potential to absorb the degree of punishment that Tammy craved.
“Now let’s work on your stamina.” Tammy covered Mia’s nostril holes with a small sticky patch of tape, sealing her up now completely in the unbreathing vacuum of rubber. “While your lungs are starting to burn, I’ll share some news with you. There’s an interesting submissive exploring our chat rooms and message boards. She fancies herself a writer. And I suppose her stories have…promise.” Mia’s muscles had burned off a lot of oxygen from the pain training. She was twitching earlier than she should be from the breath play.
Tammy pealed back the tape just long enough for Mia to inhale deeply. She tried to gurgle a “Thank you Mistress,” but only a deep guttural vibration escaped her gag.
“But I don’t want this one for that. She has certain attributes of yours, and of Lizzy’s, that I covet. I think she has your service-oriented disposition.” Tammy stroked Mia’s smoothly confined belly. “And I think she has Lizzy’s talent for violence. But there’s also something else. There’s a creativity that could either be an advantage or a fatal flaw. And an independent streak that does not belong in a slave. Yet, there it is.” Tammy paused and noticed Mia struggling. “You need air again? Already?”
Tammy pealed back the tape once more and Mia filled her lungs. She didn’t attempt a ‘thank you’ this time.
“I think this slut is quite special. So, I want to play the long game with her. I want you to approach her. I think she’ll respond to your more nurturing nature. Make her your friend. Hell, make her love you. You’ve always been good at that my sweet Mia. You will eventually be her Mistress, and we will train her remotely. I want her in the dark so we can cut ties if there is a problem. You’ll understand why we need to exercise a little extra caution once you’ve talked to her. But make no mistake. I want her. And you WILL groom her and grind her into the razor’s edge I need.” Tammy’s voice was elevating as she worked herself up from the excitement of this new project and the potential it held.
“We’ll do that tomorrow, Mia. Today is still early.” Tammy replaced the tape without warning. “Let’s have a REALLY hard training session, shall we?” Tammy turned the knob on the device to a medium intensity.
“Your ability to accept suffering is the greatest I’ve ever seen, Mia. I love you so much for what you endure to serve me.”
Mia’s mind was joyfully floating through happy clouds and rainbows as her body ached and screamed.
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“Are you kidding me? You’re just now sharing this with me?!” Tammy was outraged. She towered over Lizzy, arms stretched out in a sign of her disbelief.
“I didn’t know, Mistress.” Tammy interrupted him.
“You didn’t know Tina had a phone? A FUCKING phone? Everyone has a fucking phone, Lizzy. Even YOU have a fucking phone. How did you know know she had a phone???” Tammy leaned down eye level with Lizzy. She was nose-to-nose with him.
“I did. I had the phone. I didn’t have her password to OPEN, the phone…aakkkk.” Tammy had had enough. She grabbed Lizzy by the neck and squeezed hard. Tammy smiled as panic registered across Lizzy’s face.
“That picture was the night you picked up Tina. Who is the fucking redhead looking all lusty and horny for my cunt slave down in the dungeon, Lizzy?”
“Gaahggghhhh,” Tammy stretched her index finger into Lizzy mouth and pinned his tongue down.
“It says ‘Ally Logan’ in the contact list. Why don’t I know who Ally Logan is? She must be pretty fucking important considering she was sleeping over at Tina’s house when Tina knew I was sending a fucking tiny terminator to collect her for me.”
“YYaaeeeehhhhhh!!” Lizzy shrieked as Tammy clawed his stomach, pealing away layers of vulnerable flesh.
“I really should kill you, or worse. You’re basically useless anymore, Lizzy. Just a fucking waste. I could hire thugs like the Brit that aren’t remotely close to the trouble you are.” Tammy threw Lizzy halfway across the room. He slid and then crawled toward the exit, hesitating in the archway waiting for permission to leave.
“Yes, get the fuck out. Damn it. Get out now!” Lizzy scrambled to his feet and retreated. After all this time, almost nothing hurt as bad as Mistress’s disappointment. ALMOST nothing. Once safely out of Tammy’s sight, Lizzy made his way to the lower levels.
“You dodged a bullet little Miss Logan, whoever you are,” Tammy seethed. There was something familiar about that name. But Tammy Deveraux couldn’t quite figure out the reason why.
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Somehow through all of the searing pain and the hopeless confinement, she was clinging to her identity. That’s not to say she wasn’t still hardwired to serve and to please. Oh God, how she desired to serve and to please. The constant agony imposed upon her by the “shock suit” she was buckled up in was at least minimally mitigated by a hope that Mistress Tammy was pleased.
Although, to be completely honest, she knew that Mistress wasn’t pleased with her, but only with the fact that she was suffering. This ordeal that felt frozen in time and eternal was a cruel punishment rather than a calculated training or even a twisted amusement.
And yet, despite the vacuum and the void she existed in, and despite the inability to perceive time or even to speculate as to when the pain would end, somehow, she persevered. She somehow managed to withhold a critical secret. She convinced Mistress that she’d given up everything while hiding away one precious nugget. And not that seed buried in her heart was the anchor that her identity clung to. And no matter the tempest around her, she would not lose her grip. She loved her too much to ever let go.
Lizzy watched the writhing suspended petite figure through the small round window in the door. “She’s been through too much,” Lizzy thought. “We both have.”
TO BE CONTINUED……