Simply called "Business"

[landiek]

Margo

When Mr. Tanner blindfolded me I was a bit nervous but I realized that this was to protect me and him. Putting my wrists behind me and feeling the metal and hearing the click. I took a deep breathe and reminded myself that I was strong and would be able to do this for him and for the other employees back home.

Once in the limo I had lost my sense of direction and until the limo came to a complete stop and I was led out and into our 'client's' waiting hands.

"Your SLAVE for the weekend as promised" Mr Tanner's voice sounded angry but I was unable to calm him.

I felt the coat slide away and hands touch me. I steeled myself not to flinch. Yet I winced as those hands twisted my breasts bringing pain.

"Why Randall...Is this someone SPECIAL to you?"
His voice dripped with a rattler's venom. I knew that I was going to be walking into the den of this viper.

He led me into the building holding tightly to my raven hair and I could barely hear Mr. Tanner and yet I whispered softly "zhennu athiyk ser ussa gareth."

"She will be safely in YOUR hands in 48 hours" I was his for two days and I was quietly praying that I would satisfy his craving. The movement of his hands told that he craved causing pain. The way his fingers dug into my skin was answer enough.
"A little menage et trois is always good to whet the appetite, Mr Tanner"

I was shaking until I clearly heard Mr. Tanner "You can stop this with a single word if you feel the need, Margo"

"No, I am ready for this." Turning my face towards the other voice. "I am at your bidding, Sir"

He grabbed me by my hair again and led me to what I believed was his room or playroom. I felt his hot breathe as his hands twisted my nipples harder. I wanted to be as Mr. Tanner promised yet I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to stay cuffed and blindfolded the whole time I was "his". This room was cooler then the hallway I listened to the emptiness of this room. Trying to get a feel for the things in the room and to hear if there was anyone else in this place besides me.

Great Spirit, protect my mind and hold my spirit while I am doing the will of another. Keep me from rebeling from the nature of this act. I prayed mentally.

 

[BLACK BART]

Randall Tanner

I watched helplessly behind the monitor screen as Margo was led into the room and her handcuffs removed. She remained stolid, calm, composed as I knew she would and wondered if she would throughout the ordeal. Much balanced on her "performance" today and she knew it, instinctively controlling herself as her arms were repositioned from behind her to the twin columns that stood at each side of her. Heavy cords replaced the metal links of the cuffs, thick bands over her wrists to insure her bondage and no damage as she was held, and the smae being done to her ankles as she was forced to spread her legs to the fullest.

"The devil help me" I cursed out loud "For God has certainly turned his back on me"

And then I wondered silently if I weren't watching the devil himself as Margo's blindfold was removed and the man beside her lifted a solid peice of flat wood, carressing the narrowed end of it in familiar fashion as he pressed it to the bound womans firm buttocks.


"They say the Apache race can absorb great punishment" He leered, his gravelly voice coming clearly to me thru the speakers, amplifying his excitement and arousal. "I intend to find out just how strong you are..and push you beyond those limits"

And with that promise the blindfold was removed, showing Margo's face clearly to the cameras and my screen, her face showing the calm her eyes didn't echo...

"You will beg for mercy and call me Master" He taunted and lifted the paddle backwards, then drove it against her firm flesh with obvious, practiced ease.

 

[landiek]

Margo Kirk

I felt myself enter the new room and wondered about the man that was holding me in such. I felt the cuffs being removed and my wrists and ankles being put in an ackward place. In my mind I knew what was going to happen next. I was becoming his slave. I felt the blindfold fall away and I remained calmed. Letting the Great Spirit hold me.

"They say the Apache race can absorb great punishment"

"Apaches orn zuch tlu gareth." I held my head upright and gritted my teeth.

"I intend to find out just how strong you are..and push you beyond those limits"

I merely held my tongue there was nothing to say other then my own will power and faith that the Great Spirit would see me through this trail. It was my belief and firmness. I believed in my heart and soul that I would survive and walkfrom this acknowledged in wisdom.

"You will beg for mercy and call me Master"

I looked over my shoulder and looked into his eyes with my calm ones and replied. " Usstan orn neiter ann vor lar dos ussta Jabbuk. Voi'nota orn'la vil'zra'quath ust!"

His paddle bit into my tender flesh and I remained still. Even thought the body jerked I held my composure. Five strikes later I was gritting my teeth refusing to give and let him break me. It seemed my will was what he was enjoying the most. even as the swings were shorter and more often I refused to bend and my ass was burning from the pain of the marks being one over the next.

I cried out after the fifteenth hit. "Zhennu Athiyk ser ussa wun dosst rah lueth ser ussa dal hojjl!" I didn't bend. I didn't beg. I held my temper and remained strong. I wondered if this man knew what I had said for a brief moment he paused.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Perhaps unlike your friend Randall Tanner I am more aware of your ancestry and language, Margo" The words hissed at the bound and helpless form of the red skinned woman seconds before the whip created it's own unique hissing sound and struck her from behind.

"And what if I chose you knowing the contest to break you would be an epic one?"


And then the man laughed, the sounds echoing off the walls and testifying to his insanity, building in intensity and climbing the scale to an almost female, shrill quality.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands, then slammed them against the one way glass ineffectively...

I was set up...and so was Margo...the man inside the room with her insisting on a rare and unique woman to satisfy him....and hiding his true intentions of what he would do with her...TO her when he had her in his grasp...

"BASTARD" I yelled at the top of my lungs and stood staring at the punishment being given to Margo....

"It seems your employer is objecting" The man cooed inside, his face a sweated mask of delight as he continued to beat Margo's lower backside and laugh as she twitched, her face still refusing to show any emotion or proof she felt anything at all.

"Tell me Margo" The voice continued "Is it true the Apache still beleive in the Great Spirit and how they are "sent" to him when they die?"

Outside the room I stood silently, the words chilling me and making my face grow sober...

"BASTARD! WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?" I growled...unheard and unable to help...

 

[landiek]

Margo

"And what if I chose you knowing the contest to break you would be an epic one?"

" Dos shlu'ta xo'al jal dos ssinssrin ulu." I glared forward and gritting my teeth.

"It seems your employer is objecting"

"You lied.....natha ulnar shlu'ta elgg uss ka della ichl desu." I replied as I closed my eyes and softly uttered a prayer for strength.

"Is it true the Apache still beleive in the Great Spirit and how they are "sent" to him when they die?"

" Xas fol k'jakr xun." I held my head up and refused to give an inch. " Fidj izil dos orn tlu fris ulu uoi'nota, dos phindar."

He flinched at the last statement. He knew my words and that was the beginning of the pains that he would put me thur. As the whip sliced into my skin I growled. After four more I let out a shreik, not of pain though. Like a long forgotten War Cry!

 

[BLACK BART]

Randall Tanner

I found myself on my knees now, tears washing over my own cheeks as I watched the humiliation of Margo as the beast within tried to break her. Words came from her mouth I didn't understand, but the tone...If she were suddenly free the tone alone would destroy the man that beat her mercilessly and it alone gave me hope.

The blows continued to fall, each now drawing a tiny gasp from the bound woman as she received them, her face set in a mask that her eyes didn't echo.

"Hold on, Margo" The only words I could say to her and I moaned them softly as the scene inside the room continued.

"You are an intelligent woman, your eyes and words tell me that. So you know what is at stake if you fail to please me"

The words were spoken smoothly, the deadly intent of them breaking into Margo's concentration and she turned to face her tormentor.

"dosst jabbuk uriu quarthen dos ulu rothrl ussa wun jal klezn"

Words similar to Margo's own and yet different, the meaning making Margo's eyes grow wide and her composure lapse, the reaction in turn making the man cackle with glee.

"Yes, My bound slave. By your assent to my demands and your promise to him you have become mine. It is the Apache way, is it not?"

Outside I begged her to deny it, but her eyes...they dulled and her hair covered her face as she dropped it and nodded. Had I seen it with my own eyes?

"usstan orn ehmtu dosst quortek p'los usstan uil xunor xuil dos" The tone of the demon was confident, as if he knew all along what the battle was going to be about and where it would be fought.

"Damn You" I moaned and rose, shaking with emotions I had thought long under control as I watched the man free the woman, then drive her to her knees with an open handed blow.

"Who knows a warrior better than thier greatest enemy?" The demon in human garb riddled to the woman at his feet, laughing as he stood out of her reach, the whip ready for another deadly swing.

"If you truly follow the great spirits, value your soul and the honor of your people...dos orn harl'il'cik p'los ussa lueth onhir ussa xuil dosst norrs"

Horror came to Margo's face and my own outside of the room reflected it as well. The devil was already here...and Margo was facing him alone...

 

[landiek]

Margo Kirk

I growled and gritted my teeth. I would endure though this. I was going to endure.

"You are an intelligent woman, your eyes and words tell me that. So you know what is at stake if you fail to please me"

I nodded.

"dosst jabbuk uriu quarthen dos ulu rothrl ussa wun jal klezn"

My eyes widened and I was caught by my oath.

"Yes, My bound slave. By your assent to my demands and your promise to him you have become mine. It is the Apache way, is it not?"

"Xas, ol zhah"

"Usstan orn ehmtu dosst quortek p'los usstan uil xunor xuil dos"

"Dos shlu'ta kl'ae ussa jal dos ssinssrin. Ol 'udtila naut hass'l nindel dos orn h'aryn ussta quortek. "
He let me loose and then knocked me to the floor. I glared at him and replied. "Usstan orn naut malar dos!"

"Who knows a warrior better than thier greatest enemy?"

I turned my face from him. I refused to submit that way.

"If you truly follow the great spirits, value your soul and the honor of your people...dos orn harl'il'cik p'los ussa lueth onhir ussa xuil dosst norrs"

I was ready to cry as I finally let go of the anger. "Usstan belbaus ussta xan'ss lueth morfel biu hithern usstan orn rothrl ol. Whol usstan uil er'griff dossta whol natha bista draeval. Lueth dos shlu'ta kl'ae l'siltrin jhal l'quortek zhah usst izil zhah ussta athiyk."

Looking up and imagining Mr. Tanner's face and softly whispering. "Usstan uil taudl lueth evagna ussa."

I turned back to this man and knelt. "I will submit"

 

[landiek]

Margo

I turned to this man and awaited his form of pleasure that he was intending to use upon me