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The Challenge CH14 PT1 "The Legacy"
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Chapter 14: The Legacy
Part One: Borrowed Time
July 1992
"Mistress, are you all right?" asked Andrea, concern and worry on her face.
"What?" answered Erica, struggling back to consciousness.
Erica realized that she had fallen asleep at her desk, resting her hands on the desktop, her arms for pillows. She had gone into the library to write a report on that new girl, Janet Davis who she had used the previous weekend. Then had she had dropped off to sleep, exhausted.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm tired," answered Erica.
"I'll get you some coffee, Mistress. Then we have something to discuss," replied Andrea as she left the library for the kitchen.
Erica wanted to get to her feet to follow Andrea, but found that she was too tired even to do that. She had used Janet all weekend, and now here it was Sunday afternoon, and she felt like she had run the NYC Marathon!
"Here's some coffee, Mistress," said Andrea after she returned and handed Erica a steaming cup.
"Thank you, Andrea," replied Erica as she sipped at the black liquid, the heat and caffeine restoring her.
"You're welcome, Mistress."
"What do you want to talk to be about, Andrea? And please take a seat."
"Thank you, Mistress," answered Andrea as she sat in a library chair directly opposite Erica, "it's about Janet Davis."
"Go ahead."
"Why are you training her?"
"Sally suggested that her friend wanted to try something new, since her sex life was a bore. Which was what she told me verbally, and in her written bio."
"Do you really believe that, Mistress? That a normal heterosexual woman who is bored with her vanilla sex life would suddenly decide to serve a Dominatrix? Plus the fact that she has no experience in the scene."
"What of it?"
"She must have had some boring sex life then. I would have thought that you would have been at least more curious before you placed her under the lash," commented Andrea.
"Are you questioning my judgment, Andrea?"
"Yes, Mistress, when it concerns your reputation as a Domme," pointed out Andrea.
"What else? I know that look in your face, Andrea, out with it."
"What happened Saturday night?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," answered Erica.
"Did Janet tire you out? I know how you train new slaves, Mistress. You didn't use her all that long, or even that severely -- is there something that you're not telling me? That is, unless you want her to become Tiffany's lover?"
"I felt that she had been used enough," answered Erica.
"All right then, I suggest that you compare her training records to those of the others. You will find that she hasn't received nearly enough use as compared with the others at the same stage of their training."
"Thank you, Andrea, for bringing that to my attention," said Erica.
"I think that if a new girl like Janet can tire you out, I suggest that you see a doctor, Mistress."
"Next week, Andrea," answered Erica, afraid to go back to a doctor.
"Tomorrow, Mistress. Please?"
"What's the problem?" asked Doctor Anderson.
Erica sat in the doctor's examination room, on the table. Now she was the one being examined, not one of her slaves.
"I'm tired all the time, sleepy. Can't concentrate, and I tire too easily."
"All right, then, I'll start with an exam and a blood sample. Roll up you sleeve, and let's get started."
"Yes, Doctor."
She submitted herself to a full physical exam, including samples of her blood and urine, being weighed and a heart exam, everything that she had been avoiding for a very long time. Finally, she was allowed to dress, and was conducted into the office to sit quietly.
Erica waited for the results of the blood analyzer. It was a new device that could do things that formally had to be sent out to a lab.
Doctor Anderson entered his office, and closed the door behind him. The serious look on his face told Erica that what he had to say was nothing good.
"I'm sorry I took so long," he excused himself.
"That's all right," answered Erica.
"Thank you," he said as he sat behind his desk, a manila folder in his hands.
"How am I?"
"I've been a doctor for many years, Erica. There's no good way to deliver news like this. Your hemoglobin count is very low, and I'm going to give you a prescription for iron pills. Also, eat as much red meat as you can, even if you have to have steak for breakfast. But that's not the main problem."
"What is?"
"Your blood count is very low also, and I want you over in the hospital tomorrow for further tests. I think that you may have leukemia, and we have to determine what type and if it's treatable."
"Thank you," answered Erica softly.
"There have been many advances over the years in treating leukemia, Erica. Drugs, radiation, marrow replacement, and if we've caught it early you have a good chance of having a normal life........."
Erica sat in the bar, and opened a pack of cigarettes that she had just purchased from the machine. After all that she had gone through years ago to quit, now she wanted nothing more than a cigarette and bourbon over ice.
She lit the cigarette, and inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs, happy that she didn't embarrass herself by coughing in response. Then she followed the puff with a swig of whiskey that burned her throat making her feel more alive than anything did in days.
"You OK lady?" asked the bartender.
"Fine, thank you."
After hearing the news, she had called Andrea to tell her to cancel the one session that she had planned for Monday night. Since she didn't want to get caught in rush hour traffic, she had pulled into a bar and restaurant for a drink.
She had planned a session for Beth Summers, one of her favorite slaves. But now her heart wasn't into it, after hearing the news that she was sick.
Erica then called Andrea back to say that she wasn't having Dinner at home either, that Andrea should eat alone and that she would be home later.
Her concentration was broken when the bartender placed a menu in front of her, and she looked at him.
"Want some dinner to go with that bourbon?" he asked.
Erica opened the menu, and finally noticed that other patrons were coming in and being seated for Dinner in the restaurant section. She had the bar all to herself, however.
"Yes, I'll have the Prime Rib with French Fries, thank you. Medium Rare."
"Thank you," he answered, "you don't want to drink and drive on an empty stomach."
"No," answered Erica.
When the Prime Rib arrived, complete with a sharp steak knife and a bottle of Steak Sauce Erica was actually hungry. The cut of meat was a good one, and it was very tender. So Erica laced into it, and finished the whole steak with the fries also.
"Thank you, that was very good," said Erica as the dishes were cleared away.
"You're welcome."
It came as no surprise after the tests in the hospital when Erica discovered that she had leukemia. Overproduction of immature white cells, also called cancer of the blood.
She had sat in the doctor's office, and he had given her pamphlets to read, and had talked about therapies, drugs, and treatments. But her mind was elsewhere, her concerns somewhere else.
"Thank you, doctor," she said, shaking his hand on the way out.
BEEP!
The car horn behind her had startled Erica back to the real world, and she pressed on the gas to get moving into traffic. She pulled over into a McDonald's and ordered coffee, and wished for a drink instead.
Death.
She had cheated death when Stephanie had saved her life, inadvertently placing her on the path to submission when she had been a Painslut to Mistress Martine. Then, in a strange twist of fate she had saved Stephanie from serving Lauren, who had learned all of the wrong lessons from their common Master, Daniel.
Erica had died twice, but as Alana Peters. The first time had been the car accident that had placed her on the path to D/s, and then in her faked Amazon trip to Brazil when she abandoned her former life to become Erica Riken. She swallowed, and wanted a cigarette.
After finishing her coffee, she drove the remaining distance home, and told Andrea that she wanted to be alone in the library. Fortunately, she had no sessions today. Else they would have been canceled also.
I don't want to be an object of pity,' Erica thought to herself, a Domme who can't hold a crop.'
For the first time in years, she buried her face in her hands, and cried. Tears fell from her eyes, into her hands. They leaked onto the desktop blotter through her fingers, falling like raindrops.
Part Two: Janet Davis
July 1992
"It's been a long time," said Karla.
Erica had called Karla to investigate Janet Davis, to have him dig into her past and provide a full biography for her. They met in a parking lot to exchange money for his work.
"Have you done what I asked?"
"Yes, here it is," he said, handing it over, "pretty small fry, don't you think?"
"That's my affair," answered Erica.
"Janet Davis, secretary. Earns eighteen thousand a year. Works in Manhattan. Drives a ten-year-old Plymouth. Hardly the type to circulate in your circles, don't you agree?"
"Thought you didn't ask questions?"
"I don't," replied Karla as he opened the car door, "see you next time."
"Thanks."
`If there is a next time,' thought Erica.
It was Saturday morning, and Janet would be helping Andrea with the household chores. She was treated like any new prospect: kept naked, collared and wearing bracelets, and her feet locked into punishing five-inch heels. Before she had left the house, Janet had been paraded in front of Erica. Andrea had bathed and perfumed her, and Janet seemed eager and ready to serve. Her naked skin was freshly marked from the session that she had undergone the previous evening.
Sally had told Erica that her friend was a little sexually inexperienced. She should have said that Janet was very sexually inexperienced, that had been a great understatement and Sally would one day pay for her inaccurate remarks.
The house seemed like a prison, and Erica had wanted to get away for a while. She went to a restaurant, and got a booth all the way in the back, away from others. There she ordered a Coke, and sat reading Janet's file.
Janet Davis seemed fairly typical: middle class upbringing, public schools, Queens College. Parents dead, one brother in Colorado. No serious debts, disdains jewelry, dresses well (worked at Macy's starting in High School), owns an old car. Takes the train every day to work in Manhattan.
The very life that Alana had wanted to have was an anonymous one that would have left her free to enter the world of submission. But Erica had not been free, really. Serving Daniel, unable to have Keith for her Master, finally discovering that her true talent had been as a Dominatrix.
Once Erica had gotten Karla's report on Janet she had wanted to demand the reason for why she had wanted to serve a Mistress. If necessary, she would beat the reason out of her, and then send her packing.
No,' Erica thought to herself in silence, sipping at her Coke, I knew nothing about submission either until I met Martine. I could afford Martine, couldn't I? But Janet certainly can't afford the fee that I usually charge the rich women of Greenwich to beat their bottoms.'
"Want some lunch?" asked the waitress, a pretty brunette.
"No thanks, just thinking. Please get me another Coke?"
"Sure."
Erica stared at the ice cubes floating in the brown liquid, watching them swirl around in the glass.
`I'm going to train Janet like all the others, even if I'm sick and she will be my last slave. She deserves a good Mistress that will love and respect her; even I can't love her in return. Maybe I'll respond to treatment, maybe my energy will come back so that I can take her to bed. She's the first slave to ever wear me out, and she's not even trained yet.'
Erica placed a few dollar bills under the empty glass, and walked out into the July heat. She couldn't wait to get home as she got behind the wheel of her BMW. When she got home Andrea had Janet waiting for inspection, but Erica wanted to place her file in the safe first. Then she would see Janet, alone.
"Enter!" called Erica.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet.
Janet walked in the library slowly; measuring each step in the heels that she was forced to wear. Erica noted how her behavior had changed after only a few weeks. Good, that was the first and hardest hurdle to jump. After that, being used physically and sexually would come quickly.
"Kneel."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Have you ever served a Mistress before, been whipped or cropped?" asked Erica.
"No, Mistress."
"Ever been spanked by another woman?"
"Not until I came to serve you, Mistress Erica."
"Why do you want to serve a Mistress, Janet?" asked Erica.
"My sex life with men was unsuccessful, so I wanted to try something new. Sally has told me of how she enjoys submission, so I wanted to give it a try," nervously answered Janet, as she swallowed a huge lump in her throat.
"Just like that? You knew that you would be whipped, cropped, and sexually used, yet you still wanted to serve a Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress Erica, those are my reasons."
"It's all right, Janet. They are quite good enough for me, and I said last month that I was satisfied with your interview," explained Erica, "now I want you to get on my lap, because I want to use a hairbrush on that bottom of yours."
Erica rose from the desk chair, picked up the brush, and then seated herself on the leather couch. She watched as Janet did as she had been ordered, presenting her naked bottom for Erica's use.
"Are you submissive Janet?" asked Erica.
"I want to learn submission, Mistress Erica," answered Janet.
Erica fondled Janet's firm breasts, holding the globes in her right hand. The she placed her hand between Janet's legs, and felt the already wet sex. Her slit was moist and wet with excitement!
"Are you going to behave?" demanded Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You're such a good girl, Janet."
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
The hard wood of the brush smacked against Janet's upraised bottom, making her flinch with each stroke. Even though each stroke was harder than the one before, Janet resolutely remained seated on Erica's lap.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
"That's enough for now, Janet, I'll be using you tonight in the Dungeon after Dinner."
"Thank you, Mistress," cried Janet as she got shakily to her feet.
"You've done very well, Janet, for a new girl in so short a time," complimented Erica.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Now go help Andrea in the kitchen with Dinner."
"Yes, Mistress."
Yes,' thought Erica, I shall train her with love and understanding. If she's so eager to learn submission then I must train her.'
"What is your safeword, Janet?"
"Mercy, Mistress."
"Make sure that you do not forget it," advised Erica.
"Yes, Mistress!"
Janet was on her knees in the Dungeon, her hands bound above her head to the ceiling chain. Her breasts protruded, and she was sweating from the use that she had already undergone earlier.
Taking a wooden stool from the wall, Erica sat down in front of Janet and held a crop in her hands, flexing the leather-covered bamboo in her gloved hands. The crop had a leather pad at the end, which was what would be used on her. Erica could see how Janet watched the pad with anticipation in her eyes.
"Hold out your breasts."
Janet did so, and her reward was to have them struck several times lightly with the crop. She did not flinch, cry out, or draw back. Instead she remained in placed, and took the crop on her pretty well formed breasts, which bounced slightly after each impact.
"Very good, Janet."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Erica got to her knees, and began to lick and suck at Janet's erect nipples, making the woman moan in response. What the crop could not do, Erica's mouth would do instead.
"Ah!" cried Janet.
"Slut!" commented Erica her mouth full of Janet's breast.
Erica then placed one of her hands between Janet's legs, and the slave opened her legs to facilitate the entrance of Erica's fingers into her love box. Janet moaned as her Mistress probed her privates.
"Do you want to be my slave?" asked Erica.
"Yes, Mistress."
Erica could smell Janet's sweat from her use, but it wasn't the scent of fear. Rather it was of pleasure, for that was what she wanted.
"Andrea shall have you tonight, Janet. Only after you have proven yourself to me shall I take you into my bed," stated Erica.
"Please Mistress, make love to me?" asked Janet, disappointment in her voice.
"Not yet, Janet, not yet."
On Monday morning, when it was just Erica and Andrea in the house, Erica had ordered a cheese omelet for breakfast. Instead, Andrea cooked two scrambled eggs, and a small steak. Erica ate everything in silence.
"What's wrong, Mistress?" asked Andrea, "why are you taking those iron pills, vanishing for hours, then eating beef constantly?"
"That's my affair, Andrea."
"Then why didn't you take Janet to bed on Saturday night, she certainly earned it?"
"All right, then, Andrea, sit down!" commanded Erica.
Andrea sat in one of the dining room chairs, next to Erica. She waited in silence.
"I'm sick, Andrea. I have leukemia, I may be dying," said Erica as she broke down in tears, "and I'm so scared."
"Mistress," answered Andrea as she held Erica close to her, as the Domme cried, the tears falling from her eyes.
Part Three: Excalibur
October 1992
The treatments had begun to work and Erica had started to feel normal again. Her energy was returning, along with her sex drive. Mistress Erica had returned to her regular schedule and habits.
Until the phone call had come from Dr. Anderson. Even with the treatments, it was just a temporary respite. She was still seriously ill, and had just three years to live.
Andrea was preparing lunch in the kitchen when Erica walked in. She was just about to tell Erica that lunch would be ready soon.
"Mistress?" asked Andrea.
Erica removed a can of Coke from the fridge, then opened it and sat on a chair. She took a long swallow before she began to speak in a soft voice.
"That was Dr. Anderson, Andrea. I'm dying. I may feel better now, but it's just temporary. I'll start to decline again, become weak and sick again. If you want, I'll release you from your contract. Being a nurse wasn't part of the contract that we signed."
Ding!
"Lunch is ready, Mistress. Chicken pot pie," stated Andrea.
"Let's eat together in here," said Erica, "screw formality for once."
"Yes, Mistress."
Mistress and slave sat down to an informal lunch of salad, pot pie, sodas, and finally cake. Erica stayed in the kitchen after eating, just to talk and have some company.
"You know," said Erica, the funny thing is that I died twice already."
"Mistress?" questioned Andrea as she did the dishes.
"Just a figure of speech, Andrea."
"Perhaps you could die again, and live once more, as someone else," suggested Andrea, "but have someone take your place."
"I wish that I could do that, Andrea."
"Wake up, Andrea," insisted Erica as she shook her slave awake.
"What's wrong Mistress?" Andrea looked at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning.
"What did you say after lunch?"
"Bout what?" sleepily answered Andrea.
"Dying and living again?"
"If you were to die and have someone take your place, Mistress," Andrea answered, still half asleep.
"Yes, that's it!" said Erica as she sat down on Andrea's bed.
"What?"
"I love you, Andrea."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Andrea, convinced that Erica had finally gone crazy, somehow.
"Sit down, Andrea. I have a question to ask you. What do you think of Tiffany Gray?"
Erica and Andrea sat in the kitchen after breakfast, sharing another pot of coffee together. Outside was a dark gray winter sky.
"Selfish, unstable, a liar, I have never trusted her, Mistress. I have even suggested that you cease being her Mistress."
"Yes, Andrea, I remember. What do you think of Janet Davis?"
"Eager to please you and learn, faithful. Willing to submit to you in all things. The best slave you've had in a long time, Mistress. I'm sorry that I ever suggested that you shouldn't train her."
"Perfect then. Tell me, Andrea, if you died, would anybody miss you?"
"You know that I'm all alone in the world, Mistress. I was an only child, and my parents are dead."
"So if you vanished into a harem, you wouldn't be missed?"
"No, Mistress."
"How would you like to join me then in death and rebirth?" asked Erica.
"Wait a minute, Mistress. You're not thinking of doing what I suggested yesterday are you?" questioned Andrea.
"Yes," answered Erica, sipping her coffee, "yes, and I need your help. Janet must be trained and quickly while I still have the strength to do it."
"Between Janet and Tiffany? How?"
"A competition both financial and in Dominance and submission. Each to be awarded a portfolio of stock, they have to run the house for a year supervised by Blanca Sanchez, their activities monitored by her also then the winner gets the estate. Plus the loser as her slave," Erica described in detail.
"Tiffany will cut her to pieces, Mistress," stated Andrea.
"That's why we have to train her correctly, now don't we? When I loan Janet to Stephanie, I'll tell her not to place Janet on the rack, for example."
"She will, anyway, you know how much she loves a new girl. And Janet is just the sort that she desires."
"I'm counting on it, Andrea," answered Erica.
End of Challenge CH14 PT1