Written by: Jenne

Then the blindfold was gone and she had to blink against the light. Then she was falling to the ground as the chains were released, her legs unable to hold her weight. How long had she been here? Time seemed so important now as she lay on that floor and looked into her eyes, the eyes of Mother!

"What have you done my child?" her Mother asked in something of a matter of fact way.

As Estelle stared up at her Mother she searched for her answer, delving deep, unsure as to just what it was she really had done. Had she done anything wrong? She had done as she was bid after all but telling her Mother that seemed as futile as searching for water in a desert. She began to stammer, words failing her as surely as her Mother had done by sending her here.

"Nothing to say for yourself child?" This time the Masters deep voice reverb berated around the cold stone, making it appear threatening in tone. Estelle shivered at its menacing tone, her eyes searching the cracks in the stone floor for answers. Of course she found none but the search gave her comfort, which was more than either of her captures had shown her as she lay on the floor, naked beneath their gaze. She wondered once more exactly what she had done wrong, why was she being punished? Why was her Mother allowing her to be treated this way? So many questions and yet so few answers… She lay still as if hoping that they would go away, ignore her, and forget that she even existed if this really was an existence. She felt the tears begin to pool in her eyes, as her fruitless search of the cracks continued, the silence almost deafening as she waited for something, anything to happen.

A sound replaced the silence, that of footsteps, moving in unison but away from her. Had they had enough? Would they leave her be, let her die here, cold and alone? Her Master she could understand to some extent but her Mother, her own Mother had left her here naked and lying on this cold damp floor.

Bang! The sound hit her like a speeding bullet as she realized they had indeed left but instead of feeling empty she felt a sudden rush of relief. Her chest heaved, her naked breasts brushing the floor as she dared to raise her head once more. She half expected to see her Master stood over her, bearing down on her but instead she was left staring at the grey stone wall. She felt a strange sensation begin to well inside her, one of anger. It began in her gut and travelled outward, consuming her, just like the strange feeling the Master and his son had invoked in her hours before. Her head began to spin, her mind a whirl of emotions, nothing grounded, nothing solid, just fears and anger that threatened to take over her being. Suddenly she heard a scream, blood curdling in its intensity. It took a moment before she realized she herself had made the sound. She screamed again, as loudly as she could, the sound bouncing off the walls, coming back at her, hitting her with their full force. Even her screams felt confined in this small damp space. For several minutes she continued to scream, the feeling of release strangely pleasant as thye meet her ears. How dare thye leave me here! How dare they? Had they no mercy, no pity?

As silence once more fell she resigned herself to her fate realizing how futile her screams were. If they heard them, why would or should they care? Did anyone truly care about her anymore? The questioned swirled around her tired brain till she could think no more and slipped into an unsettled sleep on the cold stone floor.

She had no idea how long she had lain on the floor but as she stirred from her slumber, she shivered the cold had permeated her very being. Feeling had lost her, her limbs felt cold to the bone and she shivered uncontrollably. She hardly registered the sound as the door opened once more, she cared not who had entered the room at this point in time. She lay silent on the floor having neither the will nor the energy to move anymore. A hand gently touched her head, then began stroking her hair before two hands were guided beneath her arms, raising her up and guiding her from her prison.

She felt the cold stone beneath her feet, her eyes closed tightly as she allowed herself to be guided down unfamiliar passages, feeling the cold breeze occasionally against her naked body, would revive her sense to some degree but she had no desire to know who was guiding her or where, wishing nothing more than for her nightmare to end.

Suddenly the familiar warmth of hot steam hit her nostrils, reviving her dulled senses, making her feel alive. She allowed herself to be guided to the familiar bathtub that had greeted her when she had first come to the big house. The warm water comforted her aching, cold and tired body as she gently slipped into it. As the warmth revived her, she finally opened her eyes just a little. She jumped, startled by the sight that meet them, causing the bathwater to swirl around her body. The effect of the ripples was nothing compared to the effect of seeing Cavendish naked and his blue beady eyes staring at her flesh longingly. The lust was apparent in his eyes as his glaze travelled the length of her naked form. She squirmed trying in vain to hide from his piercing gaze. He lurched towards the tub and she trembled, unsure what his intentions were. He stopped just short of the tub and continued to gaze down at her through the water.

She watched as he reached between his legs, grabbing his swollen, purple headed tool with a fervor that scared her but at the same time fascinated her. She watched transfixed as he began to guide his hand over his tool. Up and down the movement went while his eyes greedily devoured her young flesh. Estelle watched as his chest began to rise as he increased his speed, his breathing began to labor and the veins swelled their color a deep purple. Estelle instinctively knew something was going to happen but what she had no idea. She continued watching, the sight of hard tool slipping though his hand producing feelings that she had never encountered before. She jumped as suddenly Cavendish's breathing deepened and he let out a sigh. She watched transfixed as his seed spurted from the end of his tool, some hitting the cooling water, some hitting her naked breasts causing her to jump once more in surprise. She was surprised that Cavendish's tool softened so quickly after he had expelled his seed and she noted the change in his demeanor. Her fear subsided as he gently reached down and wiped the remnants of his seed from her breasts before washing the rest of her body with a large washcloth that felt good as it caressed her tired aching flesh.

Her fear of Cavendish was quelled completely as he gently raised her from the tub, patted her tired and aching body with a clean linen towel and then guided her to her bed. He made no attempt to touch her in another way than to help her and she felt a strange sense of trust within him, instinctively she knew he meant her no harm.

How long she slept for she had no idea but when she awoke the voice that greeted her was a familiar one: that of her Mothers. She felt a sudden swell of anger rise inside her at the voice, but it was soon quieted as her Mother sat herself on the bed next to her. Half of her wanted her Mother to take her in her arms and comfort her; the other half wanted nothing to do with the woman who had lied to her.

Gently her Mother's voice broke the air, "Estelle you are a very special child and one day I hope that you will see this was necessary. Your Master wishes you to serve him and him alone. He hopes that you now understand this and will obey him and only him. His son has been sent away until your training is complete. Do you understand Estelle?"

"I, I think soo Mother." The words tumbled from her lips, and she hoped that she did understand, she had no wish to be placed in the damp, dark prison once more.

"Good! Then everything will be as it should be my child and your future will be secure here. Now get dressed child, your Master awaits you once more and you don't want to keep him waiting, do you?"

Estelle nodded her head quickly and virtually jumped out of bed. "My, you have grown in to fine young women." Her Mother commented, almost absently, as Estelle began to dress into a beautiful gown that felt wonderfully smooth against her skin.

Just as she had finished brushing the last hair of her blonde locks in place a knock at the door heralded the arrival of Cavendish once more. She could have sworn, she saw a smile on his face as entered and looked at her in her finery but she dismissed it as she gave her Mother a quick hug goodbye before once more entering the darkness of the passages and dutifully followed Cavendish to whatever fate awaited her…