The Lost Lamb
Author: Dr Charles Forbin
Copyright (c) 1996
I was being delivered to the spa by an unmarked van, blindfolded, with
only my clothes, a travel bag, and a gold medallion that I toyed with nervously.
It would be my first real taste of freedom since that night when I had
become the captive of an organization of women. I had been broken in spirit by
the death of my wife many years before and was restored by the efforts of a
woman I knew only as Mistress Minx. I was to be trained to serve others now, but
my real love remained with her. I hoped that I would be able to return soon to
the side of my Mistress.
It was her decree that I should become better trained in body service
and the spa, owned by the organization I knew as Ay'esha was the best place.
My thoughts were interrupted by the van slowing down and making a sharp
turn. We proceeded down an incline, and I could smell salt air and hear the
ocean surf. We braked to a halt and the engine was turned off. The voice of a
woman I did not know instructed me to remain seated until someone came for me.
The driver's door opened and closed. There was a short delay and the side door
of the van was opened and the blindfold was removed.
I found myself looking at a giantess of a woman, over six feet tall and
powerfully built.
"You are the new trainee?" she asked looking me over carefully.
I nodded, being unsure as to permission to speak.
"Speak up! You were sent here for training?" she repeated.
"Yes Ma'am. My name is --" I started to say.
"Your name is of no concern here. A name will be assigned to you for the
duration of your stay and you will respond to it only. Is that understood
clearly?" she barked.
"Yes Ma'am." I replied quickly.
"Very well. Bring your things and follow me. I want to examine you
before I assign you to a duty post."
I looked around before following her and could see that the building was
almost a Spanish or Italian fortress by way of design. Looking behind me I could
see a fence and a guard post at the top of the bluffs that I had come down in
the van.
I followed her across the driveway and down a flight of stairs into the
lower floor of the building. She led me down the hallway and into a medical
examining room at the end of the hall.
"Put your things down and strip. I want to take some measurements." she
ordered.
I did as told and stood while she used a tape measure to check my pant
size and shirt sizes.
"On the scale." was the next instruction.
I was actually grateful for the diet that my Mistress had placed me on
as the Giantess examined me intently.
"Normal. The scars on your back are healed and the medical report that
was sent to me before you arrived indicates you are in acceptable shape."
"Thank you Ma'am"
She slammed her fist down on the examining table.
"Acceptable is not good enough! When you leave here you will be in
exceptional shape. You will lift weights, you will run, you will take part in
our self-defense classes. If as nothing else, as a target. I intend to run your
ass off slave. Is that a problem for you?" she demanded in the tones of a Marine
drill instructor.
"MA'AM NO MA'AM!" I replied loudly. I knew my place, and it wasn't very
high around here.
She blinked at my response.
"Very well slave. You are aware that not all of the guests here are
members of Ay'esha. You will therefore speak to no one without permission from
me, or someone I personally designate. And I mean NOBODY! Clear?"
"MA'AM YES MA'AM!"
Her tone softened a bit.
"I will have someone escort you to your quarters. When not in training
or on duty, you will stay there until I say otherwise. Questions?"
"No ma'am"
She left the room and I sat down on the examining table to wait for my
escort to arrive.
It gave me time to reflect on my situation. The tune that kept running
through my head was "You're in the Army now". Sigh!
My musical musings were interrupted by the arrival of a well-tanned
young woman in shorts and T-shirt.
"Hi. You must be Charles. I'm Katy. The Queen sent me to escort you to
your room." she said holding out her hand.
I shook her hand and nodded in answer to her question.
"Grab your stuff and C'mon. It's just upstairs from here."
I picked up my bag and started to follow her but was stopped by her
giggle.
"Maybe you should get dressed first." she suggested.
I would have been embarrassed, but after the time spent in Mistress
Minx's service, I had become accustomed to being nude. The Mistress was right in
sending me here. I needed to relearn the conventions of society again.
I dressed quickly not sparing Katy more than a cursory glance then
followed her down the hall and up the stairs.
My room was actually quite nice, with a window, a real bed, and even a
small bathroom. A major change was the presence of a telephone sitting on a
small desk.
"You'll find your schedule on the desk. I'll come back at six to escort
you to dinner." Katy advised.
I bowed towards her and she smiled.
"You don't talk much do you?' she asked.
I pointed to my mouth and motioned as if pulling a zipper.
"Ah, one of those people." she said in sudden understanding. "Don't
worry I won't tell anybody else."
With that she left the room and I heard the lock click behind her. I
thought about what she had said. "One of those people". What people? I knew I
wasn't the first to be sent here, but were there others here now?
I had about an hour according to the clock on the wall before she
returned. I used the time to clean up and change into fresh clothes. An
examination of the schedule called for my day to begin at six in the morning and
last until six at night.
At exactly six, Katy unlocked the door and invited me out. I stepped out
into the hall, and she took my arm and led me to the far end of the hall and
through a door.
The dining area reminded me of a school cafeteria in design, right down
to the steam table at the end of the room. Katy escorted me to the serving line
and placed items on my tray as I indicated them by pointing.
When I was finished she led me to a table already occupied by about half
a dozen other people.
"Everybody, this is Charles. He's taken a vow of silence, so he can't
answer questions." Katy explained.
Well that made as much sense as the truth anyway.
A big guy stood up and offered his hand.
"I'm Neils Pederson. I'm in charge of water safety." he said with a
slight Danish accent
I shook it and was glad to still find all of my fingers afterwards.
A slim older woman with reddish hair was next to offer me a hand in
greeting.
"I'm Emma. I'm the self defense instructor here", she said in a pleasant
English tone
I bowed politely over her hand as Katy giggled.
"You must forgive Katy, Charles. The conventions of polite society are
foreign to her." Emma scolded.
"Don't bother much with that stuff here," said another man in a harsh
Texas rasp. "I'm Jerry Dodge, Chuck. Nice to meetcha. I'm the wrangler for this
place."
"Katy tells me that you're going to be working here for a couple of
weeks. What are you going to be doing?" Emma asked.
Katy intercepted the question again for me.
"The Queen wants him to spend time everywhere, and she asked us all to
help shape him up."
She reached for my tray.
"In fact, I'll start right now."
She took the piece of pie I has taken and proceeded to hit me in the
face with it.
"You are on a diet. Remember?" she snarled at me.
I sat with the cream dripping from my face. There were far more polite
ways to remind me of that fact and most of them less embarrassing. I wanted to
say something but I couldn't. I did however reach for the pie on Jerry Dodge's
tray.
"You wouldn't dare!" she said as I picked it up.
I hefted it, measuring the distance and considering the results, and
glared at her evilly. The rest of the group sat waiting for the strike. I didn't
want an incident, but I didn't relish letting the insult go unpunished.
I gently set the pie slice down on Jerry's tray and wiped the remnants
of my slice from my face.
Wordlessly I pantomimed bending her over my lap and spanking her.
The whole group broke out in laughter and Emma tossed me a napkin to
finish wiping with.
"You guys sure take your vows seriously." Jerry laughed. "I mean turn
the other cheek and all. I'd a hit her."
"He just knows how to control himself better than you do." Katy said.
"Don't you?"
I nodded.
She was of Ay'esha, I knew that now from her speech habits.
In a natural motion I touched the medallion around my neck as she nodded
in acknowledgement.
"Finish up Charles. The Queen wants to see you after dinner," she said.
I ate my dinner in reasonable silence and was escorted to an office on
the second floor of the building.
The Queen sat behind a large desk waiting for me. I knelt before her
upon entering and heard Katy close the door behind me.
"Well I see you know what to do in my presence. I was watching that
little incident in the dining room on the monitor camera. You did very well.
Katy was under orders to try and break your silence. Katy and I are the only
ones here who know exactly who you are. To the rest of them you are Charles
Freeman. You have been sent here to survey our operations. You will tell them
nothing else. You will follow the training program laid out for you. You will
keep your conversations with the guests to a minimum."
The Queen got up and walked to my side of the desk.
"You will obey any orders that Katy gives you as if they were mine.
Understood?"
I nodded in agreement.
"When you leave here you may speak again. GO!" she commanded and
directed me towards the door.
I exited and found Katy waiting for me.
She took me by the arm and led me outside onto a balcony overlooking the
sea.
"Would spanking me make you feel any better?" she teased.
"No Miss", I said looking into the night sky.
"It's Katy, not Miss. I have no title. Not Mistress, Master, or anything
else. I still need to earn one. Perhaps you can help."
"What kind of help could I provide?" turning to face her.
"If you tried to escape, I could stop you. That way the Queen might be
impressed enough to give me a title." she suggested.
"No."
"No what?" she pressed.
"Miss Katy, I'm not going to escape or even have it look as if I was
trying to escape. I don't want to escape."
"Why?"
"Because I love my Mistress. I will not risk my returning to her to help
you. You will earn your title as I have earned mine. By working hard." I told
her.
She scoffed at that.
"What possible title could you have. After all you're just a slave."
"I am Mistress Minx's slave. I could ask for no better title than that."
I replied proudly.
A gleam came into her eye.
"You have been instructed to follow my orders as well as the Queen's?"
she confirmed.
"Yes Miss Katy."
"Then follow me ... slave"
