Mistress gathered her slaves to tell them her big news.
"We're going to take a trip through the desert. Put on the clothes I set out for you and meet me in the living room.
Madeline, Stevie, and Dinah obeyed at once. Mistress gave her subs hiking boots, cargo pants, and a khaki shirt, but no socks, panties, or bras. Not that Madeline needed a bra ever since Mistress surgically reduced her boobs and ass. Dinah had undergone surgery for Mistress as well: female circumcision, which robbed her of all sexual pleasure. Stevie was lucky to serve Mistress with only scars from her whipping.
The three slaves returned upstairs to see Mistress, dressed as a cowgirl with aviators, a canteen, and a ten gallon hat, next to the front door.
"I forgot to mention one thing. There will be a fourth slave on this trip. Asian slave, I think you've met her before."
Mistress opened the door to reveal Kristi, Madeline's former competitor. Madeline lost the competition and Kristi received her breast and butt mass, but it got infected, forcing Mistress's doctor to cut them off. Kristi had been a dominatrix, but the loss of her tits and ass meant an end to her career. Desperate, she returned to serve Mistress. Madeline almost didn't recognize her.
"Get in the truck. We have a long drive ahead of us."
Stevie opened the passenger door. Mistress, in the driver seat, leaned over and slapped her on the face. "Get in the bed, you dumb bitch!" Stevie, holding back tears, joined the girls in the back.
They would be exposed to the harsh sun, wind, and the ogling of other travelers as the slaves rode in the back to the desert. Madeline found it hard to keep her eyes open. Mistress didn't let her take her wig, which meant her bald head sustained abuse from the sun all the way to the desert.
Finally, Mistress pulled off the road and parked at the start of the hiking site. She gave each girl a bottle of water, which they each drained in seconds.
"Here's the deal. I've arranged for somebody to leave me a horse a few miles into the trail. But I don't want to walk that far. Two of you slaves need to carry me. But I don't want the other two to get off easy. If you're not carrying me, you will be walking barefoot on the hot sand, holding on to your boots but not wearing them. Got that? So, do I have any volunteers?"
Kristi, in an attempt to curry favor, would carry Mistress by the shoulders. None of the other girls volunteered, so Mistress chose Madeline, the weakest of the girls, to walk backwards and carry her by her feet. That left Dinah and Stevie to suffer on the hot sand, and suffer they did. Taking quick steps did little to ease the pain. Dinah had often gone barefoot at summer camps and such, but Stevie had no resistance to the hot ground. The white soles of her black body were getting scorched.
"Almost here," Mistress said, casually checking her phone. Just after, Stevie stepped on a little cactus ball that had fallen into the path. She shrieked and fell to her butt, trying to get the spiky ball out of her foot. Madeline, who could hardly see where she was going, tripped backward over Stevie and landed hard on her flat butt. Mistress' lower body fell to the ground.
"Can someone explain why I was just dropped onto hot sand?" Mistress asked, terrifyingly calm.
"I'm so sorry Mistress. I stepped on a cactus and it got stuck on my foot," Stevie begged.
"Oh. Can I see that?" Mistress asked, stooping down to look at Stevie's foot. When the slave pointed it so Mistress could see, Mistress kicked it as hard as she could. Stevie screamed in sharp pain. One of the spikes poked out the other side of her foot.
"You crawl the rest of the way, bitch. Put your boots on your back. If they fall off, you're not allowed to pick them up," Mistress snarled.
The trek continued. Stevie's hands and the tops of her feet began suffering the same way her soles had been. The cactus was still lodged deep in her skin.
Finally, they came upon the horse, tied to a post in the middle of the desert. Mistress got in the saddle and looked down on her four slaves.
