They left for the mountains at seven AM on Wednesday morning. Claire’s period had lifted on Monday, Tuesday was spent preparing and arranging for somebody to house sit. Mike had also opened each stable door, repaired the locks, and made keys for each by the end of Monday. He had used Tuesday to get to know the land cruiser, Claire deciding that she would not risk the brand new Jeep yet. Mike also distrusted an automatic transmission in isolated areas.
“How is your ass feeling?” Claire asked.
“No trouble there Mistress.”
Claire was concerned because she had practiced milking him twice more since Saturday. She was worried that there might be health issues. Wisely she had ordered Mike to communicate if she went too fast or hurt him unduly. All he had needed to communicate was when she found his prostate. It was on her second solo practice that she had noticed what the chastity cage did to his scrotum. Now it was something she would only do if really needed. Claire was not intentionally cruel.
“And your balls?”
“Fine Mistress.”
“I want two children from you slave. Do not be tough for the sake of being macho!”
Mike found himself smiling as he drove up the Sabie River Pass. She wanted children, so did he.
“I will instantly tell you Mistress if that possibility is at risk.”
“Good.”
Claire sat in the passenger and looked out as macadamia and avocado farms change to timber plantation forests, eucalyptus lower down, then pine trees as they came close to Sabie. Claire had driven this road often for business and knew the turns. She had to admit that the truck was fantastic to be in. It had the road presence that got noticed despite Toyota’s drab khaki colour.
The truck was not as quick as her Audi, but it seemed to have more power available. The high viewpoint meant that there was excellent visibility and the larger space in the cab made for good comfort levels. She could understand the attraction these vehicles held. Mike could have this truck though. The Jeep was more luxurious and had an automatic transmission Claire found more enjoyable.
“Stop in Sabie. Let’s have coffee.” She said.
“Yes Mistress, I need to check the load.”
Claire’s mother phoned while they were having coffee. The insurance assessment from the first store was estimated to be two hundred thousand dollars. Everything was high end for the time of manufacture, rare, and in good condition. She had called the security company that secured her home to consult about securing Claire’s home.
“Get Sarge.” Claire whispered to Mike.
Mike recited a number that Claire relayed.
“He did security at your home a few years ago mom. He has part of his ear missing…” Claire said.
“You mean Frikkie?”
Mike heard it and looked startled.
“He used to be Mike’s sergeant.”
“Oooo, it will be nice to speak with him again!”
“Uhm, he speaks like a sergeant…”
“Yes dear, dead honestly.”
“Meant swear words.”
“Yes dear, quite colourful ones.”
Claire shook her head in puzzlement, her mother usually did not allow swearing or like people who did.
They ended the chat and finished their coffee. Claire was paying the bill and Mike looked at the cashier’s sketch pad while the card transaction went through. The girl at the till was clearly upset about it. Mike ignored her indignation and showed Claire a sketch, a very good sketch.
“Don’t try to be Malcolm Andrews. Use his technique by all means girl, but be yourself.” Mike advised.
“Malcolm Andrews is my art teacher.” She said.
“Good to know he is in the area. Pay attention when he teaches.” Mike said.
The transaction finished and Claire held her questions until they were underway. Mike had shown a surprising knowledge of art before, estimating market values for art works very accurately. It was the first time Claire had seen him recognise any artist by name, and then from something a student had done.
“Who is Malcolm Andrews?”
“I once saw his work when I did security for Jacques Van Greuning Mistress.”
“You were security for Van Greuning?”
“Yes, mostly the job was keeping him from having drug induced psychotic episodes.”
“He was good.”
“He had good marketing Mistress. He satisfied an art journalist in bed and she made him. His works are worthless now that the hype is gone.”
Claire nodded with that assessment, aside from the journalist part. Van Greuning’s sex life was something she knew nothing about.
“So it’s because of Van Greuning you know about art? And does that have anything to do with the evidence you take care of?”
“Partly Mistress.” Mike nodded. “Mostly though its because I’ve helped Peter Reinhardt.”
Claire stared out at the road. Peter Reinhardt was the copyright lawyer from the judgement she had found. He had a reputation for being vicious in defending his clients and protecting their intellectual property. Gerhardt had been hammered by Reinhardt once before, Claire remembered her mother exploding at the damages payment.
Claire turned her thoughts to the three days leading up to this trip. She had gone through Mike’s income and found two accounts that money went into but never left. He’d explained that those were numbered accounts. They were a banking and payment mechanism designed for highly confidential transaction. In essence they were trust accounts that belonged to whoever knew the number and two passwords. The number allowed somebody to verify that the account existed, the first password allowed the person to access a statement, the second granted full access. It was a mechanism often used to pay ransoms, effect arms transactions, and pay for services across borders.
She had accessed the accounts and gasped at the amount of money in those accounts. Her and Mike together would not earn that much in ten years. She transfered half the funds in the smaller account and left the larger to plan first. Her were shaking when she was done. Mike had explained that the money came from legitimate sources in the chocolate industry, it was still a rush to see the murky finances of mercenaries though.
On Monday she called her mother and found out that Llarson often used such accounts. She called her accountant and explained asking what her tax implications would be. His advise was to spend it on the business and write it off to tax as required business costs. She then found out that she could essentially write everything she bought on a monthly basis off because her business premises were also her home.
On Tuesday Mike lost his job. His boss called to inform her that the company was closing due to massive fraud. She was on good terms with Mike’s boss and found out that Mike was in the clear because he had not signed a single fraudulent document. His boss did ask if Mike could hold off on finding a new job for three months until the company reopened. None of this was a surprise to Claire, Mike had found the evidence of fraud and discussed his course of action with her before reporting it. The only question was what to do with Mike for three months, they had the reserves to deal with it. Then Claire went shopping, bringing Mike along.
She bought parts and emergency tool kits for the two new vehicles, Mike advising, and four Gerry cans. Then went to a camping shop and bought sleeping bags, a gas stove, a standby refrigerator, flashlights, hiking boots for herself, two tables with chairs, and good backpacks. Then she bought groceries, Mike usually lived off the land in the mountains, she had no such ambition. Then she found a housesitter. Claire’s mother was working on cataloguing the stables and valuing what she found, the house sitter would just sleep there and make sure nobody broke in.
“Renata closed the business down.” Claire said as Mike turned off the Graskop road to take the road to Pilgrim’s Rest.
“No surprise really, Mistress.”
“She asked to keep you unemployed for three months, and to fetch your blue card next week.”
“She is not going to reopen Mistress. She’ll keep the land and probably rent it out for stress free income.”
“Even the packaging plant?”
Mike nodded.
“So we need to find you a new job. You are not going to lounge around the house.”
Mike nodded again. Claire didn’t mind the silence, it was a steep, narrow, and twisting road. Mike needed to concentrate. She didn’t want Mike to merely be an electrician, her mom wanted him in Llarson as a manager, He seemed to have little preferance as long as he was busy. She found the question to be quite difficult to resolve.
“Could stop in Pilgrim’s for a few minutes Mistress? I have to check if a package for me has arrived.” Mike asked at the crest of the climb.
“Yes, I would like to stop to buy refreshments and snacks. Fill the tank while we’re there.” Claire replied.
They stopped at the filling station, nine in the morning and the heat was starting to build, it was going to be a scorching day. As Mike got the tank filled and went to the courier boxes beside the convenience store Claire bought cold drinks and snacks. She came out to find Mike at the truck talking to a local woman in a friendly banter that showed a long acquaintance. She paid the fuel and they resumed, Claire learned that the woman at the pumps ran the Royal Hotel in the town was a single mother, and maintained the hiking trails in the area. She had advised a slightly different route because a road was impassable.
They took the road to Orighstad which was on the maps as tarred but was so broken that it’s was a bad dust road in reality. They drove along beside the Blyde River for a few kilometres and then Mike turned between two huge, abandoned farms returning to wildland. Suddenly the narrow road became a track, simply two grooves in the grass. Ferns replaced the grass, and trees closed around the track.
Claire opened her window and heat came in like a blast furnace. Mike was crawling along, occasionally jerking the steering wheel as the truck fell into a rut then climbed out. They came to another track and turned. Mike stopped and engaged the diff locks then carried on. Claire saw why he had engaged the lock as the truck hit mud. They slipped and slid along until they suddenly hit firm ground and pushed on.
After creating a low ridge and driving down they came to a junction, one track joining their track, instead of going on straight or turning Mike turned off the tracks between the trees. Claire was struck by how fast they went from blistering heat to cool shade. Mike stopped the truck, then turned the engine off.
“Rest stop Mistress.” He said quietly.
Claire’s eyes adjusted to the gloom and she drew a surprised breath. Mike had stopped in a place that could only be described as a glade straight from a fantasy novel. She saw an otter scuttle away under some ferns as Mike opened his door and then everything about the place hit. Birds were singing in the tress, ferns grew around a pond, moss covered the rocks and lichen splashed vivid turquoise of the tree branches. An unseen stream fell over rocks somewhere, and the pervading light was green.
She got out and looked around, Mike tread softly as he came around the truck. She kissed Mike in a long embrace. She had loved the trip to get here this was a sight mere tourists would never see.
“Why, why my slave have you never brought me here?” She whispered.
“You never said you wanted to come with Mistress.” Mike answered in a whisper too.
Noise in this place was sacrilege, blasphemy of the greatest magnitude. Claire let Mike go and looked around her. She started to the pool, it looked so peaceful and soothing.
“Don’t go far Mistress, there are leopards in the area.” Mike warned.
“I’ll at the pool, easing my feet.”
Mike nodded and got the gas stove going to make coffee. Claire saw that the pool was crystal clear. She saw little fishes dart around and at the top of the pool near where water trickled in she watched a kingfisher dive and come out with a fish. She watched the bird beat the fish to death on a branch and gulp it down. Her shoes were off and her feet were in the ice cold water when Mike brought the coffee.
They sat on the mossy rocks chatting whispers until the coffee was finished. Then decided to press on. Standing up Claire needed to pee. The cold drinks, coffee, and sound of falling water had all contributed to the current emergency.
“Where can I pee?” She asked.
Mike looked at her in surprise, he usually went at a tree just outside the glade, Claire could not do that. He reached into the glove compartment and retrieved a roll of toilet paper.
“You’ll to go here Mistress.”
“I am not dirtying this place.”
Mike walked to Claire and hugged her. She was completely surprised when her skirt fell to the ground. Even more surprised when Mike picked her up with one arm and pulled her panties past her hips with the other. Then she was suddenly sitting on the tailgate, her bare ass cheeks on the rubberised coating.
She watched in puzzled surprise as Mike gently parted her legs and knelt down, his shoulders under her knees. She felt his nostrils exhaling into her pubic hair, and felt his tongue slip between her labia. He was offering his service in favour of defiling this place, Claire understood that in a flash. She didn’t really want to, but the sound of the water and Mike teasing with his tongue made it impossible to resist.
“Every drop slave.” She whispered and let go.
The relief was immense. She looked down at Mike as she approached the end, he was taking every drop she peed out, his eyes closed. As the last few drops trickled out she stroked his hair in sheer admiration that he would do this. He had no fetish for golden showers, yet she had needed this and he had done it without hesitation. In awe she let him wipe up with the toilet paper carefully and put the paper in a plastic bag. Then she hugged him to her breast for a minute.
He carried Claire back to her skirt and shoes. She stepped in and let him put the skirt right. Then he put her socks and shoes on her feet and tied the laces before standing up. Claire gestured to the truck and they went hand in hand. They parted at the passenger door, her getting in, Mike going to lift the tailgate then into the driver’s seat.
There was complete silence in the cab, Claire barely noticing the deserted farmstead they went through. She was fully occupied with what had happened. Mike had shown commitment to her beyond her imagination, both to her priorities and her personal needs. He had not taken a perverse pleasure in drinking her pee, nor had he shown disgust and tried to wash his mouth out. She had needed, and he had done what was needed. Unconsciously she started stroking his hair as they moved along. Deep within herself she found that she had enjoyed having Mike act as her toilet, her mind scurried away from that thought but it niggled there.
“I don’t come this way usually Mistress. Its just that the road from Robber’s Pass washed away. If you go down there the road will take you there, then it’s either to Lydenburg or to Pilgrim’s.”
Claire looked in the direction Mike pointed, the road was much better that way. Ahead of them the better road continued along the top of a spur.
“Are there places like that along it?” Claire asked.
There was no need to ask what the that was.
“No Mistress I haven’t seen any. I have heard on another dirt road that will take you to the Tzaneen/Lydenburg road but I’ve never driven it. It would be a massive detour.”
“Come this way then in future.”
They went along the better road on top of the spur for a few hundred meters and stopped at a gate. For a heartbeat Claire thought they were in Switzerland as she saw a grassy hillside rising behind a log cabin. Mike got out and opened the gate then drove through only to get out and close it again. Claire was puzzled when Mike did not stop at the cabin but carried on past.
“That is an overnight cabin for hikers Mistress. Three hiking trail cross my land and that is where they come together. From the cabin the trails seperate again.”
“So where do you go?” She asked.
“Up there Mistress.” Mike was pointing up the hill which climbed at an impossible to drive slope.”fasten your seatbelts please this can be a little alarming.”
Mike turned along a contour, the truck canted forty degrees as it traversed the slope. Claire immediately grabbed the rail and kicked into the sidewall of her wheel well. Mike seemed quite at ease as he kept his speed slow but constant. Claire looked uphill and saw a lot of blue sky, then she looked the other way and her stomach churned at the jagged rocks littering the slope until the trees started.
Then something Mike had said got through: this is his land? She thought about how he might have bought it, why he had bought it, how a highly detailed Intelligence report had missed it. She wonder what she was supposed to do with it, she had no doubt that Mike was going to sign it over to her when their contract reached permanent status. She suddenly realised she would need to plan to take control of Mike’s estate in terms of their contract.
They reached a rock slab running up the slope and Mike turned to drive on it. The engine whined as the vehicle climbed but it did climb. Suddenly the slab leveled and Mike turned again to drive along it on contour, Claire looked and saw that they were almost at the top of the mountain, there were some cliffs, and a stream ran parallel to their course in a miniature canyon on the upslope side. Then they came to a pool and forded it, driving into a gap, the stream now ran on the other side of the truck.
Suddenly she saw a cliff wall in front of her as they turned to follow the stream. A tiny waterfall fell from the cliff into a plunge pool. She could see no way to go further and realised they had arrived when Mike stopped beside the plunge pool. The engine stopped and Claire reflected that Dungeons and Dragons players would now be bracing for a battle against orcs or trolls or a dragon. The place was almost unreal.
“Be careful of the stream’s channel Mistress, I slipped in it once and could not stop until I got to the next pool.”
Claire burst into laughter. Mike had said there was a shower and bathing facility. He had not promised warm water. She looked for the cave that would be the shelter Mike had spoken of, it wasn’t visible. The sun was baking in this little amphitheater yet it wasn’t extremely hot as it was in the valley, the wind was constantly moving and bringing cool air in. She walked around stretching her legs, looking at the low cliffs and at the view due east, it was another spectacular and mysterious place. She imagined a shaman or hermit living among these rocks and listening to the news brought by the wind. She thought of early humans living here, the place felt timeless.
“So where is the shelter?” Claire asked as she stared out.
“Here Mistress.” Mike said.
She turned, Mike was standing beside some boulders and unshaped rocks. As she watched Mike bent down and loosen some string. He then started rolling a sheet of fabric from the right side. With each turn he made more of the door was revealed. Claire stood speechless as he opened the door and vanished inside. Within a minute he was out again and rolling another sheet away from a window. The the work that had gone into the camouflage was incredible.
When Mike turned to unload the truck Claire went to the rock cabin to see what it looked liked inside. She didn’t get past the doorway though. The first thing she saw when she was in the doorway nearly made her faint. In extreme detail, in probably exact scale, was what Claire hoped to be a picture of a woman giving birth.
Without a word Claire turned and got her bag off the truck. She took out her whip and order Mike to strip his shirt off and lie down. She then gave him five strokes very quickly.
“I want to know slave, why there is a Miko Oolos piece up here?” She said in cold fury.
“Miko Oolos Mistress? Those are my paintings, I come here to paint.” Mike said in confusion.
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