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The Challenge CH14 PT2 "The Legacy"
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Part Four: The Final Plans May 1993
It was only by her strength of will that Erica mad managed to retain enough strength to continue training Janet. She had given many of her other slaves and paying clients to other Dommes, simply because she no longer had the energy to service them all.
Some of her wealthy clients were bitterly disappointed, complained that she had serviced their submissive needs for years. Erica had been the perfect Dominatrix, and that they would gladly pay her anything to continue; but Erica could not tell her secret to them. She did not want their pity or their sorrow. She had beaten death on many occasions; her luck had finally run out. Better to be remembered as being healthy, not declining in ill health.
Erica had never been a Domme for the money. She had been quite well off from the family estate before she became Mistress Erica serving the needs of the elite in Greenwich CT. Over the years, she had taken her earnings, and placed them into the stock market.
In 1987, she had made a killing by suddenly liquidating everything in the family's stock portfolio, including stock that had been held for generations. Weeks before the crash, she had sold everything, sensing that the market was simply too high. In just one decision, she had increased her cash position many times, and she had called on Blanca to keep her name out of the Wall Street Journal.
It was strange how in 1980, when she had done her first deal as an investment banker, she had wanted an article about her in the Journal so very much. Now, in her position as Domme, even though she had amassed a vast fortune in her own name, publicity was the last thing that she had wanted.
She had bought identical portfolios of stock again for both Janet and Tiffany, and had arranged for brokers to handle their accounts, beginning after her death.
Enough money had been siphoned off into accounts into the Cayman Islands that would provide her with enough money to live on in the time remaining to her, and to set Andrea up with a comfortable estate as well. She could have used Switzerland for numbered accounts, but the Caymans were a lot closer.
Somehow the prospect of her own death no longer frightened her as it did almost a year earlier. Creating the competition between two of her slaves had given her a purpose and goal to continue living. She would even live the year to see who would win the competition.
Janet's slave training had been almost rushed to an incredible degree. Used herself one week, she had been allowed to use other slaves the next. Every week that Erica had called to arrange for her Friday night pickup, she had been afraid that Janet would refuse her. Instead Janet eagerly sought to please her Mistress, having no idea of what was in reality being planned for her.
Even when Stephanie had scared her half to death by placing her on the rack, Janet still wanted to serve a Mistress. It was only icing on the cake when Stephanie had allowed Janet to use her own slave Camille for a transgression.
I'm sorry, Janet,' Erica thought in silence. I'm going to place you in a test that you know nothing about, possibly endanger your life, in a competition with a woman that you think of as your lover and friend, Tiffany. Please forgive me?'
Janet had been bound and whipped into a sexual frenzy, her body covered in stripes every week. Her pussy had been shaved for months now, with Andrea shaving her each Sunday on her departure. Janet had never commented or protested to Erica about that new violation of her womanhood.
Erica wondered sometimes just how much internal strength that the woman really had; her personality certainly didn't betray any indication of the nerves of steel that Janet must posses. Her choice of Janet against Tiffany would place two almost exact opposites against the other.
Janet was cool, calm, and determined. Tiffany was emotional, easily excited, and possessed a short attention span.
Tiffany would no doubt regard her sudden wealth as a gift from heaven. Janet would be far more suspicious about her sudden change in status.
Even more so when she was fired from her job, and would find the clues around the house that Erica would have left for the two of them. It would not take long for them to realize that they were in for the test of their lives.
Forgive me, both of you, for the ton of bricks that are about to fall on you,' thought Erica, but I don't want to go out as an object of pity, a sick Domme dying in a few years.'
The week before, she had used Tiffany alone in the house, giving Janet the week off. Now it was Janet's turn, and Erica was determined to use her in the most sensual manner possible, as a last parting gift to her final slave.
Erica had also made it her business to bring Janet to a few parties and clubs to show her around. She wanted others in the D/s community to know that Janet was her slave, but for far different reasons than normal.
"Mistress," interrupted Andrea from the library door, "Janet has arrived."
"Thank you, Andrea, you may conduct her into the library after you take her coat."
"Yes, Mistress."
Janet was soon seated in front of Erica. She was wearing a white blouse, plaid skirt, and red hose and heels. Holding herself stiffly, waiting for the first orders of her Mistress.
"What did you do the previous weekend, Janet?" asked Erica.
"I went out on Friday and Saturday nights as you ordered, Mistress. To a local bar and a disco."
"What happened?"
"Nothing, Mistress. A few men tried to pick me up, but none of them appealed to me."
"So you disobeyed my instructions that go home with a man to have sex so that he could see your marks?"
"Yes, Mistress," truthfully answered Janet.
Erica had her followed the whole two nights, and all of the contacts that she had made had been reported back to Erica.
"You have disobeyed my instructions, Janet. You do realize that this will mean a severe punishment?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I shall use you harshly and make you cry, Janet. I shall leave your flesh marked more heavily than usual, for the crime of disobedience."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Strip," ordered Erica.
Without any hesitation, Janet rose to her feet and silently and quickly removed all of her clothing. She folded all of her clothes neatly on the chair that she had just occupied, and soon stood naked in front of Erica.
"Get up on one of the other chairs," commanded Erica.
Janet did as she was told, her knees resting on the leather cushions, holding onto the top of the chair with her hands. Her breasts pushed against the seat back cushion. She waited for Erica's next move.
From the desk drawer, Erica removed a paddle, which she held in her right hand. She slapped it against her left as a display of power.
"Do you consent to your use, Janet?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"What is your safeword?"
"Mercy, Mistress Erica."
Erica rose from the desk and stood behind Janet. The paddle was offered to Janet's lips, and she kissed it without having it ordered to.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Thank you, Mistress!" cried Janet after five harsh strokes that quickly reddened her bottom.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Thank you, Mistress!"
Erica placed her hand against Janet's bottom, and the red flesh was hot from the ten strokes. The she placed her hand up between Janet's legs to her shaven sex, and probed within.
"Do you miss your pubic hair?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," cried Janet.
"How does having your sex like this feel?"
"I feel naked, even when I'm wearing clothes," answered Janet, "when my panties rub against my pubes, Mistress."
"Does this always remind you of me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Get off the chair and take your clothes to Andrea. She will outfit you and place you in the Dungeon for my use. Do not disappoint me this weekend, Janet."
"No, Mistress."
"Go!"
Erica watched as Janet fairly ran out of the library, naked and holding her clothes. There was no longer any doubt; her submission was now total to her Mistress.
Erica had dressed in a sleeveless Catsuit with just a pair of modest matching black heels. She had placed a belt around her waist to accentuate her figure, from which she had hung a pair of gleaming stainless steel handcuffs for effect.
In the Dungeon was Janet, already bound against the whipping post. Her legs were locked open about two feet, her hands behind her back that was against the wooden post itself. Andrea had placed a leather strap above her breasts and one around her waist, welding Janet to the device.
"Helpless, aren't we?" asked Erica upon her entrance.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I'm going to strike you with a crop on your breasts and stomach, with the rod itself. It will hurt and mark, but only for ten strokes. For the crop and paddle will only be your warm-up for tonight."
"Yes, Mistress."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Thank you, Mistress!" cried Janet, tears flowing from her eyes, for Erica had struck her tender breasts.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Thank you, Mistress!"
"Very good, Janet," complimented Erica, "hang her from the ceiling, Andrea. Janet shall be flogged tonight, then whipped tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress."
When Janet was hanging by her wrists, Erica made certain to place clamps on her nipples and shaven sex, making her moan with each application. She cried out, but did not ask for their removal.
"Perhaps I shall use clothespins on you next time, Janet. They can provide quite a bit of agony as well."
"Yes, Mistress," cried Janet.
"Kiss the flogger."
Erica had chosen a heavy leather flogger. It would hurt fiercely, and mark immediately as well.
"Two weeks ago, I used you lightly. Do you remember?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I shall make up for not using you properly, and last week as well."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You shall count each stoke, and thank me after every five."
"Yes, Mistress."
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five thank you, Mistress!"
The only sound in the Dungeon was the heavy thud of the flogger and Janet's counting of each stroke. Her body bound, and now punished severely by Erica, Janet instead hung proudly in her chains.
"Six!"
"Seven!"
"Ten! Thank you, Mistress!"
Erica watched in admiration as her slave soaked up every heavy stroke of the flogger. Just a year before, Janet had known nothing, indeed had not been spanked since childhood. Now she was a true slave in sub-space, able to divorce her body from her mind.
"Eleven!"
"Thirteen!"
"Fifteen! Thank you Mistress!"
There were no tears in Janet's eyes as she was flogged, she merely strained against her bonds. Her pretty breasts with the clamps on her nipples shook with every stroke from the flogger.
"Eighteen!"
"Twenty! Thank you Mistress!"
Erica paused briefly to run her fingertips over Janet's heated and punished flesh. Janet was going to be severely used this night, but she did not cry out. Instead she awaited Erica's next move.
"You're very beautiful, Janet," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress," panted Janet in response.
"Just a few more strokes, Janet."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Twenty-one!"
"Twenty-three!"
"Twenty-five! Thank you Mistress!" gasped Janet, her chest heaving.
"Twenty-seven!"
"Thirty! Thank you Mistress!"
"Thirty-three!"
"Thirty-five! Thank you Mistress!" cried Janet, tears falling from her eyes.
"Thank you, Janet," said Erica, as she kissed her slave on the lips, "you're very brave, and loyal."
"Mistress........."
Janet's body was covered in fresh red marks and drenched with sweat. Her hair that had been so nice earlier in the night was now a mess of tangles. But the girl had never looked so proud under Erica's lash before.
"Andrea, release her, give her a bath, then have her in my bedroom in an hour or so. I want to have my slave show her appreciation in the arts of love," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Andrea.
"I love you, Janet," said Erica.
"I love you too, Mistress."
Erica left the Dungeon, not even bothering to have Janet kiss the flogger that she handed to Andrea on the way out. She made it back to the library, and then sank into the chair, exhausted from the ordeal that she had just inflicted on Janet.
`I'm dying,' Erica thought to herself as she buried her face in her hands, and then began to cry alone.
Erica entered her bedroom, to find Janet waiting naked on the floor. Her hand were locked behind her back, her collar chained to the ringbolt set in the wall.
"Are you ready to make love to your Mistress?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica!"
Quickly, Erica removed the shoes and Catsuit, and underneath she wore a lace black bra and panties, which she quickly removed. While Andrea had been bathing Janet, Erica had fallen asleep. She had needed a short nap to recharge before sex.
Erica sat on the edge of the bed, and allowed Janet to begin by servicing her while she was still bound on the floor. This way, all she could use was her lips, tongue, and teeth to bring Erica to orgasm.
Quickly Janet began to work on Erica's love nest, her lips touching Erica's sex lips, her tongue probing deep inside her love canal tickling her love bud. Janet pushed herself against Erica, inhaling the scent of her secretions, knowing that she was satisfying her Mistress.
"Ah!" cried Erica.
It had not taken Janet long at all for Erica to be stimulated into orgasm as Janet tickled her clit time after her. She threw her head back and moaned, her bottom bouncing on the bed.
Erica then pulled Janet onto the bed, and quickly released her hands. She then lay down on the bed and opened her legs to admit Janet once more to her sex.
With only that pause, Janet began again to satisfy her Mistress. They both moaned in pleasure as Janet brought Erica one orgasm after another, all of her energies and training directed at the singular goal of pleasing the Mistress.
"Ah!"
"Ah!" cried Erica.
Sweat poured off Erica's body as she bounced on the bed, screaming her pleasure from one orgasm after another. Janet held onto her thighs, and continued to bury her face between Erica's legs.
Finally, Erica was spent, her breaths ragged from the waves of pleasure that had washed through her like a tidal wave. She lay on the pillow, unmoving.
"Are you all right, Mistress?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Janet," Erica lied, "just a little jet lag I returned from California yesterday."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Come here, Janet, I want to hold you in my arms, for you are truly my best and most loving slave."
Janet did as she was instructed, and held onto Erica. Why was her Mistress sweating so much?
"Let me make love to you, Janet."
"Yes, Mistress," said Janet.
In contrast to Janet's hurried lovemaking, Erica began by playfully sucking on Janet's nipples. Her arms enfolded Janet, their scents mingling together as one.
Erica then began to suck at Janet pussy, and slowly brought her to orgasm, her tongue tickling Janet's clit. Her languid lovemaking continued, until Janet shook with one climax after another.
"Janet, would you like a drink?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica got two glasses of water from the bathroom, and they both drank together.
"Thank you, Janet," said Erica.
"For what, Mistress."
"Everything," answered Erica as she closed the lights, then threw the sheets and quilt on the bed, then she joined Janet under the covers.
Erica was asleep within minutes, leaving Janet puzzled by Erica's lack of energy. Janet lay upon on her back, and let sleep claim her too, the taste of Erica still upon her lips.
Erica awoke with a start. Sunlight poured through the windows, and Janet was no longer chained beside her. Instead she was alone in bed, naked under the covers, as she had fallen asleep during the night.
"Mistress?" asked Andrea from the door.
"What time is it?"
"Ten, Mistress Erica."
Andrea entered the bedroom, carrying a tray in her hands. She placed it on the bed after Erica sat up in bed.
"Where's Janet?"
"Chained in the kitchen, Mistress. Since you couldn't awaken, I took her, gave her a bath and breakfast, and told you had a case of jet lag. Then I brought up a tray for you."
"Oh god, Andrea. It's the end. I can't continue," cried Erica as she buried her face in her hands.
"Just one more night, Mistress. One more use of Janet, that's all. Here's your juice and pills."
"Thank you," answered Erica as she drank her orange juice, and then downed her medication and iron pills.
"You're welcome, Mistress Erica. Breakfast is scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee."
"Thank you, Andrea. Janet wore me out twice last night, once in the Dungeon, then later in bed."
"I know. You were dead to the world, literally," answered Andrea, concern evident on her face.
"I just hope that I have the energy to use her again tonight," said Erica.
"Then I prescribe a bath, then you dress in your pajamas and spend the whole day in bed. Janet will bring you lunch, and Dinner can be like normal downstairs."
"Thank you, Andrea. Is the slave now giving her Mistress orders?"
Andrea reached over and kissed Erica on the forehead, then on her lips.
"Get some rest, Mistress. Before I place a collar around your neck and lock you to wall myself."
"Yes, Mistress Andrea."
Later on, Andrea checked on Erica. She had showered and put on her pajamas, then had fallen asleep again. Lunch was forgotten as Erica slept into the afternoon, to be awakened much later for Dinner, her stomach rumbling from hunger.
"What's for Dinner?" asked Erica after Andrea had awakened her.
"Rib Roast, Mistress. Medium Rare."
"Thank you, Andrea. Set the table for three, I want you and Janet to eat at the same table with me. We'll drop ceremony tonight."
"Yes, Mistress."
As Erica dressed for Dinner, she watched as snow fell outside. The peaceful whiteness brought back memories of her playing in the snow in the estate during childhood. Erica chose a Gucci dress with one shoulder strap that she usually wore to affairs.
She had ordered that since Janet and Andrea were to share her table, they were not to wear Maid's uniforms. Andrea wore a simple blue dress, and Janet wore a blouse and skirt, though she still had the collar around her neck.
Andrea carved off three ribs and served Erica first. In addition to the roast were salad, roast potatoes, and steamed green beans, and finally a bottle of red wine to accompany the meal.
Janet looked surprised to be dressed and share the table of her Mistress. She ate silently, only speaking when spoken to by Erica or Andrea.
Dessert was a chocolate cake and coffee, and afterwards Erica adjourned to the library to do some paperwork.
"I want Janet downstairs by nine," ordered Erica to Andrea.
"Yes, Mistress."
`I hope that I can perform tonight,' thought Erica to herself in the library.
For simplicity's sake, Erica wore a Dominatrix dress in black PVC that covered her arms, but not her legs. She had taken to storing some of her fetish wear downstairs so she wouldn't have to run upstairs each time.
The Domme dress was similar to a Catsuit, except that it ended in a dress instead of tight fitting legs. It was quite attractive, and once when she had gone to a disco, she had seen a woman wearing it. Erica wondered if the woman knew the true origin of the dress.
She stared at herself in the mirror, depressed. Her career as a Domme was over at age 36 from exhaustion. Erica had wanted to do so much, and just when she had established a name for herself, she was dying instead.
Dinner was one of the best that Andrea had ever made; the roast had indeed melted in her mouth. Erica wondered if next she'd start to gnaw on car bumpers for iron.
"Do you submit to your Mistress?" demanded Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Kiss the whip."
In order to save time, Andrea had hung Janet from the ceiling in advance, her arms and legs opened by spreader bars. Erica had always disliked those Dommes who went right into using a slave without any preliminaries first.
But there was now no time left, none at all to waste.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet.
Erica drew the whip back and began to strike Janet with a series of light methodical strokes. Unsure of how much energy she had left, she wanted to make whatever she did last as long as possible.
Janet had already been well marked the day before, so she didn't have to be as intense. Still, she knew that Janet remembered her previous times under the lash. She was certain that Janet was already suspicious of her lack of energy, and any failure of performance now would only confirm her suspicions.
"Do you accept my use of you, Janet?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"There will be no need to count tonight, Janet. After I use you, I shall take you into my bed again."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica then began to whip Janet, and she secretly dreaded what would happen if she should fail. But then a strange thing happened; her body suddenly became alive with strength, her muscles energized, as they had not been for months.
`What's going on?' Erica asked herself.
The whip struck Janet again and again, and Erica could see the effect that it was having on her. Each stroke left a mark behind as the whip wrapped itself around her body.
"Ah!" cried Janet.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The whip continued to strike Janet, and Erica noticed that her slave had begun to sweat. Glistening droplets ran down her body, reflecting in the lights.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Ah!"
In the past Erica would have stopped, and felt the overheated flesh of her slave. But now if she stopped, perhaps Erica would be unable to start again. So she continued with the whip, never breaking Janet's flesh but instead leaving welts behind that would last for some time.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Ah!"
Erica looked briefly between strokes at Andrea, who was captivated by her performance. In her mind she had kept careful count of the number of strokes that she had delivered, mindful of the number that she knew that Janet could safely take.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"AH!"
It was the sudden change in Janet's voice that alerted Erica to the fact that Janet was close to her limit. Erica wanted to continue, to use the newfound energy that her body had provided. But instead she knew that she had to follow Janet's limit.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Erica had delivered twenty-five strokes, all without breaking the skin or making Janet bleed. A splendid performance, given that Janet's body was now covered in red welts.
"Thank you, Janet," complimented Erica what she ceased, "kiss the whip."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica reached between Janet's legs and found that her sex was sopping wet.
"Slut! Do you want to make love to your Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica," quickly answered Janet.
"Andrea, I'll be in my bedroom. Have Janet there in half an hour," ordered Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
When Janet was conducted into Erica's bedroom, she found her Mistress naked on top of the quilt. Her legs open, a dildo and crop on the night table.
"Please your Mistress," ordered Erica, "now!"
Janet immediately set to work on Erica's sex, her arms free from any bondage. In fact, Erica had not chained her in any way, leaving her slave free.
Erica soon moaned and bucked with a satisfying orgasm, her bottom bouncing on the bed. Her body covered with sweat, she soon turned over and began to use Janet.
Her tongue quickly drove Janet to sexual madness, bringing her to climax as well. Then Erica slipped the dildo inside Janet's pussy, and then began to suck her breasts and kiss her on the lips.
Under Erica's fierce attentions, Janet soon had one climax after another, with her mouth, sex, and breasts stimulated by her Mistress.
"Ooooooh!" cried Janet, "Mistress!"
Erica continued bringing Janet to orgasm, wearing her slave out. Each climax seemed to give Erica herself new strength.
Finally, Janet dropped off to sleep after they cuddled and kissed under the sheets. Next Erica slept soundly, naked against her slave.
During the night, Erica awakened to look at Janet's face in the moonlight that was streaming through the window. On her face was the look of a slave who had been given both pain and pleasure by her Mistress, who was smiling in pleasure as she slept.
`Janet, forgive me,' thought Erica.
Part Four: Death and Rebirth
June 1993
"Are we both packed?" asked Erica, nervous as hell.
"Yes, Mistress, everything's done," stressed Andrea for the second time.
Erica had used both of her slaves for the last time, and had removed some of her fetish and regular clothing from the Mansion. Next she had left clues, an empty envelope from Janet's company in the bottom of the library desk, a letter in the computer.
The will and codicil had been drawn up months before, along with the package of documents that Blanca would give to Janet and Tiffany.
Every last detail had been attended to and gone over several times. Erica and Andrea had tried to second guess how Janet and Tiffany would respond once they inherited the estate, then realized that they were in a deadly competition with one another.
Finally, the trip to Mexico, their deaths in the mountains in a plane crash (which would be faked, complete with a plane that Erica had purchased for that reason). Then going into hiding, and the new identities that had been created.
"Mistress, why did you leave your journals in the safe?" asked Andrea.
"Because if Janet finds them, she'll read and cherish them. Tiffany will probably ignore them at best, burn them in the fireplace at worst."
"Who do you think will win?" questioned Andrea.
"Janet."
"Tiffany will cut her to ribbons, Mistress. I believe that Tiffany will be the winner."
"No, Andrea, that's where you're wrong. Janet has nerves of steel, even if it's not obvious. She will win; you can mark my words on that. I just hope that I'm alive one year from now to see that come true."
At the gate, a black limousine had pulled up. Erica hit the button to admit the car.
"Black, how fitting," commented Andrea.
"Come, Andrea. Death awaits."
The End of Chapter Fourteen PT2