She is a tall woman, her body in excellent condition, muscles toned and hard. She runs miles daily and follows her diet and exercise regime with precision. Her hair is very dark, near black and hangs down her back to her waist. She is 51 years old now, time has allowed some of the creases of age to begin at the corners of her eyes. She is Mistress of all around her.

She stands silently and rigid looking out the second floor window of her study. She is watching the slaves go about their chores in the compound in the rain. It is late morning, but the sun cannot shine through the thick storm clouds expelling the steady, cold down pour. The wind is whipping and she watches the trees sway as it passes through them.

Normally she would order the slaves to be assigned indoor chores during such a storm, there are many daily chores to do indoors in the barns and shop of the compound in the maintaining the self sufficiency requirements of all that live under the mistress’s rule. Winter is nigh and there is still much work to complete in storing harvests, canning food and so on to be ready for it. She does not consider the normal plans of her many slaves in their work right now.

Her personal slave boy has run.

How could he have done this crime? She asks herself. It is so unlike him, she still cannot believe it. And now he has run after being punished. It was a harsh and cruel punishment performed on the dais in the courtyard in front of the entire group of the compound, Dominants and slaves alike, lined up at attention as she administered the punishment herself. It hurt her terribly inside to have to do it to him, but his crime required it, unless the other slaves be allowed to see her be inconsistent of manner and path of them. She had told him as he cried in horrific pain chained to the dais, that he was to be banished from her, to work in the stables and latrines as waste remover forever. It was all she could do to not have tears in front of everyone as she ordered this for all to hear. She cannot be weak in front of anyone, not ever.

HOW COULD HE HAVE DONE THIS? Oh my slave boy, now I must hunt you down and bring you back to the dais again, and cripple you for running. She can hear people coming down the hall towards her study. Someone is whimpering. There is a knock at the oak door of her study. She stays silent and watching out the window. There is another knock. Mistress does not move or make a sound.

“Mistress?” the voice says. It is Domme Kali. “Mistress, there is something you must know, it is very important” Kali says through the door. Mistress continues to look out the window, preparations for the hunt of her slave boy continue in the courtyard below her. “Come” mistress says still staring out the window. The door opens without sound. The door, as in all things of her realm, is meticulously maintained by the slaves under supervision of the mistress’s Dom and Domme under her mentorship. It opens smooth and quiet. Yet she senses it opening none the less, she is mistress.

She hears several people come in, one is in shackles that clink as the slave in them is dragged in and tossed on the floor. “Mistress” says Domme Kali, “You must hear this, your slave boy is innocent. This slave, ME 37, has confessed to a conspiracy with slaves ME 18 and ME 26 to discredit your slave boy” Mistress whirls suddenly and stares at all in her study. Everyone trembles a little and tries to stand still under gaze. Her face is of stone, but her eyes are fierce and already burning full of rage with the realization of what she has just been told. She is very dangerous this second, people could easily die at her hands in the study right now.

The slave, ME 37, shows much trauma of being beaten and tortured. His face and body are black and purple all over, many large bumps of being beaten stick out of his body, his eyes are swollen shut and he is bleeding in several places. He is shaking badly. Mistress comes from the window behind her desk and stands a few feet away looking down at him. Very softly mistress says, speaking to Domme Kali, “Tell me of this”

Dom Adam speaks first. “Mistress some of the testimony given earlier by this slave and the two others did not coincide with all the facts we have learned in our investigation. I decided to interrogate this one more thoroughly and he has made confession. He and the other two committed the crime purposely to discredit your slave boy. They made false evidence and lied under testimony”

Mistress continued to look at slave ME 37. Slave ME 37’s designation is “Male, Eunuch, 37th in acquisition” by mistress. ME 37 is branded on his chest. All of her male slaves have their scrotums, testicles and penis’s removed upon arrival at the compound. All of her slaves, male and female, are branded then as well of their designation. Only one ever, has she directed that none of this be done to, her personal slave boy.

Until yesterday on the dais when she tortured and castrated him in front of all for a crime he did not commit. HE IS INNOCENT! HE DID NOT DO THIS! AND I HAVE TORTURED AND MAIMED HIM FOR IT!

Slave ME 37 begins to beg and plead for his life. He is sobbing. “ P,P, Please m, m, mistress have mercy of m, m, me. Domme Kali punches him in the side of the head and knocks him to the floor. He lies there sobbing and trying to plead. Kali kicks him savagely several times in his ribs. He sobs but doesn’t try to speak again. Blood is foaming at his mouth.

Mistress slowly looks up at Dom Adam. He steps back a little from the intense anger in her eyes. “Domme Adam” she says very, very softly. “How is it that you and the security staff under you failed to fully investigate all of this before…,” She screams now at the top of her voice filled with rage, “I TORTURED AND CASTRATED MY SLAVE BOY? BEFORE I MAIMED AND DESTROYED THE SPIRIT OF MY MOST PRECIOUS AND PRIZED SLAVE!”

Mistress was stone still as she screamed in rage, her body was coiled in rage, but rigidly held of her will, at the edge of killing everyone in this room right now. Everyone recoiled from her, from the sense of eminent violence from her. She stared at Dom Adam. Control returned to her. Her voice dangerously soft. “Perhaps all of you should consider how to explain this to me, your incompetence that has led me to main my slave boy. Perhaps all of you should explain why I should not have you all on the dais to sate the thirst of vengeance I have swelling inside me for my slave boy’s torture on the dais. The torture he wrongly received from this slave’s treachery and your incompetence” Everyone looked down or away from her gaze as she looked at all of them.

“Take this animal to the stockade. I assume you have the others there already” said Mistress. “Yes Mistress, they are there” said Dom Adam. “Do not touch them there. I will see to it later, the manner of the consequences for their part in this treachery” said Mistress. “Yes Mistress” said Domme Adam with a uneven and quiet voice while looking at the floor.

Mistress looks hard at Domme Kali. Very softly mistress says, “My most precious and INNOCENT slave boy is injured and naked in the woods, fleeing my wrath and punishment unfairly given him. He is to be found, NOW! He is to be returned to me safely. Everyone is to be prepared and sent to look for him. If he dies or is not found, many in this compound will die, do you understand me?”

“Yes Mistress” says Domme Kali. Mistress steps right to Domme Kali‘s face, inches away, Kali trembles but maintains the eye contact of mistress “THEN GO NOW AND GET ALL READY! FIND DOM RAY AND HAVE HIM GET ALL OF HIS DOGS READY! INFORM ME WHEN ALL ARE READY TO BEGIN THE SEARCH! GO! NOW” the mistress screams, spit flying from her mouth onto Kali’s face. Dom Adam and Domme Kali grab the moaning slave ME 37 and drag him quickly from her study and close the door.

Mistress stands still for several moments staring at the closed door. Her violence of anger and the pain of the treachery that has happened, and what she has wrongly done to her innocent slave boy burning, within her.

He never spoke. She ordered him to not speak to her ever again and he stayed quiet as was proper of him, endured all of it with tears and the cries of his terrible pain. The look on his face on the dais, she felt even then it was not guilt. It was the look of pleading to her with his love and devotion of her, “I am innocent my mistress. I would never have done this to you“ And despite all of his years with her of perfection as a slave, she allowed her rage of the crime to blind her to his love and loyalty by not allowing him to speak to her. I MUST FIND HIM!

She walks slowly to a drawer in her desk and opens it. She retrieves a medallion on a gold neck chain. Tears well in her eyes as she holds it in her open palm and looks down on it. The medallion is of a laughing young man with diamonds set in the eyes. It was her slave boy’s only possession when she bought him years ago. It hung around his neck as he stood naked and bound on the trade deck in the town far down the mountain. Only mistress knows the true heritage of the medallion. Not even her running slave boy knows what it is.

Mistress walks to the window and stares out into the pouring rain and watches the now frenzied action of all in the compound. She grips the medallion tightly in her left fist. Tears run freely down her cheeks now.

“HE IS INNOCENT” She screams at the reflection of her own face in the window.

End of part 2