Chapter 14
Nathalie was in buoyant good spirits. She whirled about her room as she never had in her father's home. She was a captive. She had been subjected to terrible debasements and her body had betrayed her more than once. Yet, she had managed to accomplish a small but genuine victory. Her pride in this feat bubbled into a happiness that had long been foreign to her nature. Laughing out loud, she decided to do something more to better her situation.
Pulling back the coverlet and comforters, she pulled the top sheet off of the bed and sat down to create herself new clothing. She had neither scissors nor needle and thread but she could tie knots and rip the cloth into some sort of covering that would be less sensually annoying to her body.
Ripping strips the length of the sheet, she cut herself several large, bandage-type lengths some six inches in width. Slipping out of her gauze gown, she quickly unhooked the satin chemise and began wrapping the strip of cloth tightly about herself.
That feels better! she told herself happily. Now, how do I go about the other?
She held up the sheet and examined it thoughtfully. When the idea came to her, she hooted with delight, so simple was the solution. With teeth and fingernails, she carefully ripped out a one-piece, formed diaper. Slipping out of the satin, she tied on the new panties. They were really too loose, but it did not matter now that she had the scheme. Carefully, she pulled the satin panties back up and then retrieved the bodice and refastened it upon herself again. Stepping to the mirror, she smiled happily at her reflection as she noted the few spots that needed tucking in. After a few, slight alternations, the job was finished. She slipped back into the gauze gown and laughed out loud at her own reflection. Dancing about in front of the mirror, she delighted in being able to move without the slippery, vile material causing wild-fire sensations to dance across her flesh. When Astrid and Hedda returned, she was in such a cheerful frame of mind that she bounced to the door and opened it as soon as she heard the key turn in the lock.
"Come in!" she giggled.
"What has happened?" Astrid asked.
The change in the girl was startling. Her eyes shone and her body pranced around with a freedom never before allowed by the prudish being that inhabited it.
"I have outfoxed them, have I not?" she asked breathlessly. "And see? I made me a cotton chemise and diaper to line this vile stuff and now nothing shall bother me!"
"Ja, but what of Arne Bjornson and the dog?" Astrid asked mournfully. "We have forgotten that he comes and goes as he pleases. We cannot be here to prepare you."
The light went out of Nathalie's eyes quite suddenly and she slumped into a chair by the fire.
"What shall I do?" she moaned.
"Pshaw!" hooted Hedda. "We shall find a way!"
"How?" demanded Astrid.
"How can I know so suddenly?" Hedda answered defensively. "You have just now stated the problem. Surely, we can find a solution if we but put our heads together."
"Always the optimist," Astrid grumbled.
"Perhaps your brother knows one of the men at the kennels," suggested Hedda.
"I doubt it," came the pessimistic reply.
Nathalie's head jerked up at the suggestion. It was a straw to cling to. She badly needed some hope and she could not let it die this easily.
"Could you not ask him?" Nathalie pleaded. "Perhaps he would know of someone who could help us."
Astrid looked down at the girl and the desperate hope in her eyes was enough to wrench compassion from the hardest heart.
"I shall go ask him this moment," she promised.
"Tell him the salve works," Nathalie said, "and I shall defy them forever if need be but I must have time to apply it."
"Yes," Astrid smiled. "That will spur him to find a way."
After she had gone, Nathalie stared quizzically at the door a moment and then turned to Hedda.
"Why is the brother so much more opposed to these vile people than you or Astrid?" she asked.
Hedda shrugged, "He is a man," she said. "Most men feel that they should have all the passionate appetites. It rather riles them, I think, to have that appetite awakened in their little sisters. I imagine Roald is no different than the rest."
"But how can you tolerate being held captive and -and.. . "
"Fucked?" Hedda asked with a laugh. "I guess I have simply learned to like it. I could never get as much elsewhere. That is the way most of us feel eventually."
Nathalie shuddered.
"Oh, we are all rooting for you, Nathalie. We hat ethem. We even hate ourselves, sometimes, but one learns to live with whatever life deals them and before it be all pleasure than all pain. I knew of a master once who never fucked any of his women. He beat them. He chained them and then beat their bodies until he would fill his pants with his own cum. It was the only way he knew. No, this is far better than some."
"There is no dignity in bestial servitude," Nathalie argued.
"No, you are right," Hedda agreed. "But getting screwed, even by a man that is your husband, is not particularly dignified, my dear. Dignity is but a mask at best. My appetites have grown until I could not afford that mask even if they gave me my freedom. Here, I am with people of my own kind. It is enough. We are allowed all the liberties we care to indulge in. Our fiestas are like none anywhere, with men and women and beasts all in one lovely big free-for-all. Arne Bjomson holds these fiestas every month. I would not leave them if I could."
I wonder if Roald Erlander lowers himself to such a level at these fiestas? Nathalie wondered.
She was surprised to see Astrid return shortly with her brother in tow.
"Good work," he said enthusiastically to Nathalie.
"It was beautiful," she said. "I thought sure she would strike out at me but she was much too furious."
"Then you made it obvious that she did not bother you?" Roald asked.
"Oh yes! I was really horrid. The first time she came to me, I told her that she was old and ugly and this time, after I had said many cruel things, I simply asked her how much longer she thought it would take her. She was so enraged that she could do nothing but stutter."
"It is sad that you should have to be put through this but we are all rooting for you."
"Thank you," Nathalie answered softly, and for some reason she was suddenly quite shy.
"Can you help?" Hedda demanded.
"I think so," Roald answered with a nod. "The small window by my bed looks out on the courtyard, directly across from the kennel."
"Yes, I know," answered Hedda impishly.
Roald's face reddened.
"I shall keep a vigil," he said quickly.
"I should be glad to help," Hedda offered with a wide grin.
"You have helped quite enough," Roald answered pointedly.
Astrid laughed at the exchange. Reaching over, she put her arm about Hedda's waist and squeezed her in.
"Been roving again, pet?" she asked affectionately.
Hedda only shrugged.
"How can you let me know?" Nathalie asked.
"If there is time, I will send the girls. If not, I will come myself. Can you apply the salve yourself?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"It will be more difficult than before," he cautioned. "It must go all the way inside to be effective with the dog."
Nathalie blushed and turned away.
"I apologize," he said quickly.
"For what?" Nathalie asked but she kept her back turned toward him. "You are only trying to help."
"I should have let Astrid explain," he said awkwardly.
"Will there be time for all of it," Nathalie wondered.
The other three shook their heads. It would be difficult The more they thought about it, the more difficult it all seemed. Then Nathalie whirled about and clapped her hands together.
"I have an idea!" she said excitedly. "Could we not stuff the salve into a tube of gauze or-or even an old sheet? If I could but have a needle and thread, I could form a-a thing that would save much time!"
"A dildo!" chorused the girls.
"A what?" Nathalie asked, completely perplexed.
Hedda laughed. "Never mind, it is a perfect idea. I shall make it myself this very afternoon. I shall not only form a sausage for the inner flesh but a flat plane below that will numb the entire area at once!"
"You are geniuses," Roald laughed shakily.
"Then quickly," Hedda said, jumping to her feet, "let us get about our business!"
"Pray that he does not come this afternoon," Nathalie said fervently.
"He is out in the fields this day," Astrid assured her.
"By the time he returns, all shall be ready," Hedda promised.
"And our prayers will be with you," Roald said quietly.
It was the first reference to God Nathalie had heard since her long ride up the mountain side. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at the huge young man.
"Thank you," she whispered.