Dark Leather

Work had been the refreshing experiance she had needed, her \'client\' had
been most agreeable and her mind had been able to shed the days worries and
relax.

\"Feeling a little better?\"

Roger asked at the end of the day.

\"Yes, I\'ll be alot better if Willis suddenly decides to up and die.\"

\"I think we all would. Don\'t forget your meeting with Peter, he seemed to
think it was very important for you two to meet.\"

She had almost forgotten, which wasn\'t good, but their usual meeting time
wasn\'t for another hour, just enough time for her to walk there. If she\'s lucky she
might be able to get him to take her home, or maybe she\'ll be even luckier and
he\'ll have a job and they\'ll be gone all night. Maybe she won\'t go to school
tomorrow either, though for her own good she should.

Saying her goodbyes to everyone she leaves and starts her walk, the
meeting place about a mile from work. Peter had done it that way so she didn\'t
have to walk far, it\'s hard to get a taxi on a normal day but after midnight it\'s even
harder. As she walked her mind worked on an idea, though it remained
subconscious and she couldn\'t see the whole picture, she continued to let her
mind formulate the thought hoping it would be good.

She met Peter at their usual spot, the assassin that was unreconizable,
that was her mentor, her teacher. He had come across her at the club, had liked
her attitude, and who couldn\'t love learning how to kill people?

His hair is the right shade of brown to not be noticed, his eyes just the
right color of hazel. His skin is a little too dark, speaking of the posibility of mixed
heritage, his height placed him around 5\'11\" or 6\' even, nothing notable. Even his
speech held no accent or peticular intonations.

\"I\'ve taken a fair size contract, do you think your ready for your first hit?\"

Celest\'s whole face brightens.

\"Really? I\'m deffinitely ready!\"

\"Good, because your going to be heading this contract, the only problem
is that it\'ll keep you away til tomorrow night, you\'ll have to miss school.\"

Peter was probably the only person who knew who and what she really is.
It doesn\'t seem to bother him, of course she knows nothing about him, only that he
kills for a living. She doesn\'t even know his real name, only the name he used
when he would visit the club.

\"It won\'t be a problem for me, I\'ve kept a good record this year. As
long as I\'m back in time for work I\'m good.\"

He chuckles and motions for her to follow.

\"Oh, you needn\'t worry about that, this job won\'t take that long.\"


****


Celest had had a good day, Peter had actually allowed her to make a hit
and she\'d done a good job. His clients wouldn\'t know that an eighteen year old girl
in highschool had killed their man, and that\'s how it was suppose to be. They
had spent all night and on into the morning going over the hit. How she would
approach and how she would carry it out In the end she had snuck onto the
guy\'s property and shot him in the head as he was going into his pool for an early
morning swim, he never knew what hit him.

All the cameras that had been on keeping an eye on his property had
suddenly gone blank, leaving no signs of who had done it and she had been
careful not to leave anything behind. In the end Peter had congradulated her on
her first hit and hinted that their might be more oportunity in the future for her to
do more. To which she had only answered with a smile. The fact that she had
killed a man in cold blood had no effect upon her.

\"What do we have here, you finally decided to show your face?\"

She turns around, startled from her thoughts, and sees Ilana. Her mood
shifts between good and anger. It is early Saturday morning, too early for her
to deal. She had just gotten off from working at the club, having gone straight
there after working with Peter all night. For some reason she hadn\'t put her whip
up with after work, she had taken it with her. And now, with Ilana standing in
front of her looking so arrogant, the whip burned in her hand and she clutched it
close.

Something must of changed in her expression because Ilana stopped
smiling, the smug look vanished, and she took a step backwards. She didn\'t
know the area, why she had gone down unknown territory was beyond her but it
was to Celest\'s advantage. Celest knows that there is an abandoned building close,
knows it will be perfect for what she needs it for. The idea that had been
working in her mind suddenly comes to life.

Celest moves closer, Ilana stays where she is and Celest thinks she must
either be stupid or too scared to move, either way she\'s doomed.

\"What are you doing?\"

Celest smiles and stops bare inches from Ilana.

\"I\'ve got to go... People are waiting for me.\"

She was obviously lying, her body shaking, sweat shinning on her face in the
morning light. Celest likes that she is scared.

\"Mm, I\'ve never been this close to you before.\"

She leans forward and takes a big breath, smelling her, Ilana whimpers.
\"I like it, you smell wonderful.\"

Celest moves to kiss her and Ilana tries to back away but Celest\'s hand
on her back holds her in place.

\"No...\"

Celest covers Ilana\'s mouth with her free hand, a disapproving look on her
face.

\"Shh, quiet.\"

Ilana tries to move away again but Celest pulls her arm behind her and up,
causing pain to shoot through her body, she struggles but stops from the pain.

\"Please, no...\"

\"Bad girl, no speaking.\"

Celest pulls her arm up more causing another wave of pain, she smiles
and removers her hand from her face only to repace it with her lips. Ilana, in
shock, tries to move away from the kiss but gives up when it hurts too much.

\"Shh, follow me.\"

She practically drags Ilana beside her, taking her to the abandoned
building before people started to come out. It takes a moment of orientation before
she finds the correct building and moves towards it. Ilana doesn\'t want to go but
can\'t find a way out of it so she follows, too scared to do much more then that.

In side the building Celest searches for what she\'ll need, spying a rope
that hangs down from the ceiling she smiles and goes to it. Testing it\'s
sturdiness with her free hand she finds that it\'s perfectly suited for what she
needs. Vaguely she hopes it doesn\'t break and cause Ilana to fall, not that she
would care, though.

Raising Ilana\'s arms up she ties them to the rope. The rope is just high
enough to keep her arms in the air but not so high as to keep her feet from
touching the ground.

\"Wha-\"

Celest puts a finger on her lips and shakes her head.

\"No word, not one. Any sounds whatsoever will only give me cause to hurt
you more. The quieter you are and the more complying you are the easier it will be
for you. Understood, my pet?\"

Ilana\'s eyes are wide, frightened, so scared that she\'s unable to make a
responce.

Celest unfurles the whip letting Ilana get a good look at it before she walks
behind her. Celest lets the whip hit the ground beside her, once, twice, three
times... There is a loud \'slap\' sound when the whip hits Ilana\'s back, it hits hard
enough to tear her cloths and leave a red mark on her back. Another follows after
that and another, Ilana screams out in pain with each hit.

\"I\'ve never cared for your jokes or acts of humiliation upon me. You and
your little group have terrorized me my whole life and now I think it\'s my turn,
don\'t you? Ah, yes, so you agree. The moment you stop making noises I\'ll stop.\"

Celest speaks as she yields the whip, enjoying the moment, enjoying the
pain she\'s causing finally after all these years.

When Ilana stops screaming and moaning it\'s only because the pain has
become too much for her and she has no voice left in which to make a sound.
Eventually Ilana passes out and Celest cleans the whip of her blood. She leaves
for awhile to get the first aid kit she keeps at home. As much as she enjoyed the
pain she doesn\'t want the wounds to become infected. She wants Ilana to pay,
not to die.

When she returns a little later with the first aid kit she also brings with her
some food, bedding supplies, and a change of clothes. Then she sits down to eat
supper and waits for Ilana to regain consciousness.

Celest had barely finished eating her meal when Ilana wakes up, her head
lolling from side to side as her eyes slowly open. You can tell by her reaction
when she\'s fully awake that she had hoped it was all a dream. With a smile
Celest stands and walks over to her.

\"Well, you\'ve finally decided to wake up, have you. I hope you had a
pleasent rest.\"

She moves closer to Ilana, close enough that her face is all that Ilana can see.

\"No speaking yet, just answer with a nod. Do you want down?\"

Ilana nods her head, more than anything she wanted down. Her back
burned with pain, as did her wrists from having hung like she has for so long. It is
already after sunset.

\"Good. Would you like to have your wounds treated?\"

Ilana nods her head again, though the act itself is painful, the more she
becomes awake the more her back hurts her.

\"Now, what\'s the magic word, my pet?\"

\"P-please....\"

For a moment her voice had all but left her, it had been a little while since
she had spoken, and the sound of her own voice was a pleasent shock. To her
surpise, and fear, Celest shakes her head.

\"No, though your half way there. The magic word is \'Mistress\', say
\'please, Mistress\' and I\'ll let you down.\"

\"Please.....Mistress.\"

It had taken alot for her to say that, and that\'s the part that made Celest
love it even more. Causing pain isn\'t nearly enough, the spirit has to be broken as
well or the pain will have no effect, none whatsoever.

\"Good girl, very good girl.\"

She says as she cuts Ilana down, letting her body fall to the floor and giving
her more cuts and bruises. Ilana lands on part of her back as well which opens
up some of the wounds and they start bleeding anew. Her vision swims before
her. Celest picks her up cautiously, not wanting to get dirty, and drags her onto
the blanket she had spread out on the floor and lays her down on it, on her stomach.

Tearing the last few shards of her shirt away, Celest pulls the first aid kit
over and starts cleaning and dressing the wounds being none too gentle as she
does so. The pain from it causes Ilana to loose consciousness again. Once the
wound is dressed Celest sets the kit aside and brings over a pillow and blanket
for herself but she doesn\'t lay down, instead she takes a tour of the area,
enjoying the peace and quiet.

Several hours later Ilana wakes and starts crying from the pain in her
back, though by now it\'s a dull throb. It\'s more the memory that hurts than the
actual wounds themselves. Celest kneel\'s down beside her and places a finger
on her lips.

\"No crying. I do not like crying.\"

Ilana nods her head and takes a deep breath banishing, for the most part,
the tears. Celest repositions herself and sits down next to Ilana.

\"Now, my pet, lets discuss the terms of our new relationship. You are the
pet, I am in charge, I am the Mistress. When I tell you something you will reply
\'yes, Mistress\'. There is no option for \'no\', tears and crying aren\'t tolerated,
disobediance isn\'t tolerated.\"

Celest moves her face inches away from Ilana\'s.

\"At school your taunting and tricks will stop, heck, you\'ll even wave at me
when you pass by. After school you\'ll accompany me home. Failure to comply will
be punished, do I make myself clear?\"

\"Yes...Mistress.\"

Ilana says the last after a long pause, and only because Celest moved her
face closer to her\'s the look in her eyes threatening.

\"Good girl, you\'ll learn yet.\"

Celest lays down and pulls a blanket over them, she places a hand on
Ilana\'s waist, their noses touching.

\"I think I could get use to having a pet full time, I never had a dog growing
up.\" She smiles and laughs at the look in Ilana\'s eyes, so wide, so full of fear.
Celest kisses her, the hand on her hip moves to brush against her breast, then
she lays Ilana\'s head on her chest, lays her own hand on Ilana\'s butt, then tells
her to go to sleep, the blanket covers them completely.


****


Later the next morning Celest is the first to wake, Ilana still lays ontop of
her, her breathing steady though her face is worried, even in sleep. Celest
moves her hand along her back, their is only a small portion of a shirt left on Ilana
and it\'s only frontal, Ilana\'s body shivers at the touch and her eyes open,
memories of what had happened flood back to her.

\"Hello, my pet, I thought it good to get up and move around before it got
too late, no need to waste the day sleeping.\"

Celest chuckles and sits up causing Ilana\'s to do the same thing, her back
hurts as she moves. Ilana makes to speak but Celest stops her with the shake of
her head.

\"No, I haven\'t given you permission to speak yet, you\'ll stay silent until I
give you permission other wise.\"

Celest eats her breakfast, not offering Ilana any, she had afterwards
discussed that Ilana didn\'t need to eat for awhile.

\"You may speak to whom ever you want tomorrow at school, but you\'ll not
address me unless I command you to, and only as Mistress. Any disobediance
at all will be punished, and it will be far worse than the first night.\"

Ilana had shivered, clutching the blanket that her and Celest had shared
during the night tight against her, ignoring the pain in her back.

\"Yes, Mistress.\"

\"Good, now lets get you ready to leave so that you can get some rest and
clean up for school. There will be lots more fun for us at school.\"

The threat was there, she was just daring Ilana to disobey her, to give her
a reason to hurt her, and, someone help her, Ilana planned just that, because it\'s
only a dream, right?

Before nightfall came again Celest took Ilana home, reminding her again
about the days to come then, satisfied, she had left her standing at the door
wearing a borrowed shirt, and very well another mark of ownership.