SARA
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 2
RE-TRAINING
We drove forever through the unforgiving rain, in a palpable silence that
was punctuated only by the blinding headlights of an occasional passing car and
the incessant beat of the windshield wipers as they tried, valiantly, to keep
up. Master had not spoken to me since we left His apartment a few hours earlier.
In fact, He hadn't spoken to me even as He was whipping me last night, and then,
after that, He had just pointed to the mat on the floor at the foot of His King
Size bed, where I was to sleep. I knew nothing at all of the place to where I
was being taken. All I knew was that Master had decided that we had come to a
crossroads in our relationship, and He was going to give me one last final
chance to "understand," He had said.
The drive dragged on forever. The heat from the defroster made the car's
interior feel like a sauna. Underneath my raincoat, I was naked and barefoot, my
hands cuffed behind my back by the steel bracelets I wear all of the time. The
only other things adorning my body were my steel ankle cuffs, and my steel
collar. I could feel droplets of sweat running down from under my arms.
My mind went back to Tuesday night's argument for the hundredth time. Sir
Campbell was "disappointed in my attitude." He felt that I "didn't understand
humility," that I took my position as His 24/7, collared slave "too lightly." He
felt that I treated the whole thing as "a game." He said that I needed to "learn
my place," to "be broken."
I, on the other hand, had argued that I did everything that He required,
whenever He wanted, and that was what a Master/slave relationship was about. He
had immediately countered my argument with, "you don't understand. You're too
young to understand. This isn't fantasy role-playing. This is your life! Our
life!"
We had been through this argument before, many times, but it really got bad
Tuesday night. Finally, He announced to me, "I've really had it, slave sara. I
mean it. I'm going to give you one chance to get it, and get it right. One
chance, and that's it. You will either understand what this is about and change
your attitude, or I will remove your collar, cuffs, and steel piercings, and
send you away!"
I was crying uncontrollably at His threat. To be cast out! To have the steel,
which pierced my breasts, my nose, and my pussy removed, was beyond anything I
could bear. I fell to the floor at His feet, begging for His forgiveness, to be
granted one more chance. Imploring Him to have mercy on my youthful naivety.
Promising Him that I would change, that I would do anything He wanted. That I
would learn what He wanted me to learn, however He wanted me to learn it.
Pleading with Him not to send me away, to keep me as His steel slave.
After what seemed like an eternity, He kicked me away and walked out of the
apartment, not returning for two days. I was left in a mind-frenzy, ravaged and
fueled by my rampant imagination. I slept very little, and ate even less. The
phone never rang, and I'm not permitted to use it without His permission. I
stared out the windows at the beautifully quaint and historic Gramercy Park,
eight floors below, huddled in a blanket, listening for His key in the lock.
Reading was an arduous task, due to my inability to concentrate for more than a
few minutes at a time.
Then, late Thursday afternoon, I heard the lock opening, and He came home. He
made me kneel at His feet, but He told me to look at Him while He spoke. He
said, "sara, you know how upset I am with you, and you know why I am upset. I've
given a lot of thought to our situation, and the only thing I can think of, is
that it's caused by our difference in age. You're only twenty-five. Can you
really know, really understand what it is you're seeking at such an age? I have
thirty years on you. I became involved in D/s before you were even born! I love
you deeply, I think you know that. Maybe that's why you are the way you are. But
I need, demand, more from you.
"I know I have power over your body, all I have to do for proof is look at
the rings you wear for Me. But you wear them for yourself just as much, if not
more than, you wear them for Me. You need them more than I do, and that's the
root of the problem between us.
"What all that steel represents to you is enough for you. It was what you
couldn't get from your last owner, so it drove you, consumed you. It's the sole
reason you left Him and became Mine. But, now that I've had that steel placed in
you, you have nothing that can compare with it, to motivate you, to drive you,
to take you to new places, experiences. Broadening you as a slave.
"I have power over your body, but not over your mind, and that's what I need!
I need to control you in every manner shape and form; from what and when you
eat, to when and where you sleep. From when you shit and piss, to what you
think. Total dominance. Absolute control. That's what I want. It's what I am
demanding. But I don't know if you're able to give that to me. Your arrogance
and conceit won't let you. We need to get passed that. I need to break your
spirit, your will, so that all that remains is your need to accommodate Me,
physically and mentally. Then, and only then, can you be my true slave!"
From the floor, I looked up into His eyes, and through my tears that streamed
down my face, I answered sheepishly, "Master, I signed a contract to be Yours,
however that might mean for You. Please, I'm pleading with You, please allow me
just one more chance to learn what it is You wish. I will not let You down, I
swear!"
"Very well then. I will give you one last chance. If you don't live up to My
expectations, I will tear up the contract, remove your steel, and set you free."
I shuddered at the thought, as I gratefully said, "Thank You, Master," and
bent over to kiss His feet.
That had been the last He had spoken to me. And now, here we sit, alone
together in His car, going where, only He knows, and for what reason, only He
knows.
The rain hadn't eased at all during the course of the trip, in fact the storm
seemed to grow in intensity, wild gusts of wind buffeting the car and whipping
the passing trees, ripping leaves and branches across the highway. The dark
dismal sky allowed only murky illumination of the passing villages that seemed
to be getting further and further apart. They all looked pretty much the same; a
video store/convenience store/gas station/pizzeria/deli, a bar and post office,
and that was about the extent of it. I saw a sign that read, "Sullivan County."
The area we were in wasn't affluent at all, to say the least. Tar paper covered
many of the small ranch houses that dotted the roads. Abandoned cars surrounded
by tall uncut grass, along with broken rusty bicycles and toys littered the
landscape as we proceeded on our way.
Sir Campbell eased the BMW to the side of the road, and, with the engine
still running, He turned to me and spoke, "Get out and come to My door."
I did as He said, the rain soaking my hair quickly, and the wind lashing it
across my face. He put His window down and said, "Turn around!" I obeyed, and
felt Him unlock my hands and slide my raincoat off. Then He locked the cuffs
back in place, before I even had a chance to shake my hands out and get some
circulation flowing.
"Turn!"
I faced Him, naked in the deluge, my hair matted to my face now, a car drove
by slowly. "This is your wish Slave, your one last final chance. Do you see that
driveway over there, the one lined with pine trees?"
"Yes, Master."
"Cross the street and walk up the road. I'll be back for you in a week or so,
either to bring you home, or void the contract, that's up to you," the driver's
side door opened up suddenly, and with His booted foot, He kicked me in the
stomach, knocking me back into the drainage ditch on the other side of the road,
slamming His door as He drove off.
I struggled to get to my feet, the slippery grass lined sides of the ditch,
combined with my hands cuffed behind me, made for an arduous task. I slipped
back into the dirty water many times, cutting the back of my left calf on a
broken beer bottle. A few cars went by, but in the heavy rain, I wasn't noticed.
When I finally got myself out of the ditch, I waited, listening and looking
to be sure there were no cars coming, and dashed across the street to the
relative safety of the towering pine tree that lined the rutted dirt road. The
'U' clasps hanging from my breasts slapping against my rib cage as I ran. My leg
hurt from the cut, and I stopped to assess the damage. The cut was long, maybe
three inches, but fortunately, it wasn't too deep. The rain made the bleeding
look a lot worse than it actually was. I picked my way up the road, near the
edge, for fear of being seen. My mind was in overdrive attempting to outguess
where I was going, and what awaited me. The road made a sharp turn to the left,
and then began a steep steady climb. My hair was clumped over my eyes, making it
very difficult to see. The loose rocks and stones in the well worn road caused
me to trip many times, scrapping my knees and shins.
Suddenly, I heard a car coming up behind me, so I scampered off the road into
the pine needles and leaves. I lay as flat and still as I could, hoping the
occupants wouldn't see me in the driving rain. The car passed slowly, without
incident. I got to me knees and stood up, covered in leaves, dirt, and pine
needles, listening through the downpour for any out of place sounds. Hearing
none, I proceeded, once again, up the rutted road, the rain washing most of the
debris from my body.
I had no idea how far I had walked, but the road began to level off, and a
broad cleared area became visible through the trees. A spacious log cabin with a
wrap around porch came into view, as I tentatively left the road, crouching
behind a rock as soon as I saw it. Three people were sitting on the porch, it
looked like two women and a man, but in the heavy rain it was hard to be
certain. They appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties. I scanned
the area, trying to decide what to do, a saw another building, a small barn, and
what appeared to be like a woodshed.
I tried to sneak up closer without being detected, but one of the women saw
me, and called out, "She's here, Mama, over by the big rock!"
A tall woman appeared through the cabin door, looking in my direction. "It's
alright, sara," she called out. "C'mon over here and get out of the rain!"
With trepidation, I slowly stood and stepped out from obviously inadequate
hiding place.
"Meredith, go and fetch her over her," I heard the woman order.
Without a word, one of the two women got up and ran down the steps from the
porch, splashing through the puddles in long strides as she ran across the yard.
Right away, I could see that she was barefoot, and dressed only in a pair of
cut-off jeans, her small pert breasts bouncing as she bounded towards me. When
she reached me, I could see that she was in her late teens, probably eighteen or
nineteen. Her light auburn hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. Her eyes
were a deep sapphire blue with very light eyebrows. She wasn't at all self
conscious about her toplessness, nor was she the slightest bit surprised to see
a naked woman with her hands cuffed behind her. I did see her gawk at the steel
that pierced my breasts, and then my labial steel, and finally my nose.
She took hold of my arm and lead me to the cabin, saying, "My name's
Meredith, what's yours?"
"Slave sara," I replied.
"Good to meetcha, sara. We haven't had a guest here in a long time. Mama said
I'm old enough now, so's I can get my turns with you! I can't wait!"
I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about, and didn't have time to
ask, as we neared the porch. "Scrub here down good, Meredith," her mother
ordered, "then bring her in the back door and dry her off. I'll be waiting in
the den."
"Yes, mama."
Meredith took me bay the arm, and lead me across the meadow to the barn. "You
wait here," she said, as she let go of my arm and opened the barn door.
She disappeared inside for a few minutes, returning with a bucket of soapy
water and a brush. Saying nothing, she dipped the brush in the bucket, and began
scrubbing me with it. "Ouch," I yelped, as the coarse bristles scrapped my skin.
Meredith paid no heed to my outburst, lathering and scrubbing me from my
shoulders to me feet.
"Spread your legs for me, sara," her soft voice commanded. I did as I was
told, and jumped as the brush scratched my sex. "Oh stand still, sara. This is
nothing. Just wait 'til you see what Mama's got in store for ya!"
"Wh....what? What is she going to do? Meredith? What is this place?"
"You'll be findin' out soon enough, that's for sure!"
When I had been washed and scrubbed to her satisfaction, she took the bucket
and scrub brush back into the barn, re-emerging with a milk crate and another
bucket, this one filled with clear water. She put the crate on the ground at my
feet, then, taking the bucket of rinse water in her hand, she got on the crate,
and dumped the cold water on my head, rinsing off all the soap.
"A violent shiver made my body quake from the shock of the sudden cold. "Time
to dry you off and bring you to Mama," Meredith said, as she stepped off the
crate. She put the bucket and crate back in the barn, and grabbing my upper arm,
she lead me to the back of the cabin.
She pulled the screen door open, and stepped aside as I walked in. "Stand on
the mat!"
I stood still as she dried me with a towel. It felt nice and soft as she
patted me dry from head to foot, rubbing my hair, unconcerned about the tangles.
When she was through, I was a disheveled mess, but clean. It was then that
Meredith noticed the cut on my leg, "You're cut!"
"Yes, I know. I think I might have cut my foot as well."
"Mama will take care of it. Let's go and greet her!"
She took me into the den, where I found her mother, and two other people, one
male, the other female, and both of them were naked, on the floor. He had his
face buried in her crotch as Meredith's mother coaxed him on; "C'mon, Craig.
C'mon. You can do better than that! Either you make her cum, or I'll have
Meredith do it, and I won't let you play with our new guest tonight either!"
"Yes, Mama," he mumbled from between the wide splayed legs. `
"Here she is, Mama," Meredith broke in. All cleaned up like you wanted. She's
got a cut on her leg, though, and she say's she might have one on her foot too.
"Thank you, Meredith. I'll look into it."
"Kneel before Her, sara," Meredith barked, pushing me down with her hand on
my shoulder.
Rapidly, I was pushed to the floor.
"I'm Alicia, sara," she said, turning to face me. "You will address Me as
Alicia, or Goddess. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Alicia," I hastily replied. She wasn't beautiful, at least not in the
most familiar way, but She had a statuesque, almost classical appearance. Her
hair was the same shade as Meredith's, but with some delicate wisps of gray
streaking through it. Her eyes were that same shade of sapphire as well. She was
dressed plainly and casually in a white tee shirt and worn Levis blue jeans. She
was barefoot, and she wore no nail polish on her fingers or toes. In fact, she
was completely devoid of any sort of make-up anywhere on her body.
"May I assume that you know the reason you are here?"
"Yes, Alicia. I do."
"Then, if you would be so kind as to explain it to Me, so that neither of us
has any misunderstandings."
"Yes, Alicia. Certainly," I answered, with an air of forced politeness in my
tone.
"I belong to Sir Campbell. I am His steel slave. He had me pierced with steel
for Him six months ago."
"Don't waster My time, Cunt! I', well aware of all of that! Do you think I'm
blind, or stupid? Tell Me the reason you are here today, right now, facing Me in
My home, naked. And cut the insolence out of your voice or I'll do it for you!"
"Yes, Goddess. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"You see," She continued, "that's the root of all of your problems. Not
everyone is as interested in your steel as you are. Some people might stare at
it, and you like that, but some won't pay it a second thought, and that bothers
you.
"You see, the steel alone doesn't make you worthy of being called a slave.
You're going to have to learn to overcome your 'regal airs' if you wish to be a
slave to Sir Campbell. While you are here, you will learn that there is nothing
that is beneath you, but rather that you are beneath everything. Now, please
continue."
"Thank you, Alicia, I'm sorry," I stammered, taken aback, and deeply crushed
by Her accusations and aggravated manner. "My owner, Sir Campbell, has sent me
here to You to break my spirit. To make me completely submissive. But not
because it's want I want, it's because it's what He wants, and what I need."
"And what are you willing to endure in order to meet His wishes, sara?"
"I'......I'll do anything, Alicia. Anything at all. I have to prove to Sir
Campbell that I can be what He wants me to be. For Him. That's all I want."
We were interrupted by the girl moaning and writhing on the floor as an
orgasm swept through her and she lost control. "Did it, Mama," Craig exclaimed,
pushing himself up from between the girl's legs.
As he stood, I could see that he was a solid six feet tall, his hair sprayed
into a spiked punk style. His body had been sculpted by years of weight
training, and his abs were rock hard and rippled, a perfect example of a
'six-pack." Both of his nipples were pierced with thick gold rings. He had a
prince Alpert piercing of his penis, with a steel ring adorning it. He wore a
studded black leather collar with matching bracelets. I noticed his raging hard
on sticking out from his well defined and alluring body. Pre-cum glistened on
the glans. "You want some of this, slave," he inquired in an arrogant mocking
tone? He held the tip of his thick cock right in my face, inches from my mouth.
Then he twisted and smacked my cheek with the hard meat. Laughing, he turned and
bent over, pushing his hairy ass in my face, and farted.
Meredith found this very amusing, and broke out in hysterical laughter.
"This is my son, Craig," Alicia said. You've met My youngest daughter,
Meredith." And gesturing to the floor, she added, "and that's Craig's twin
sister, Becky."
Becky sprung to her feet with the whip like fluid agility of a practiced
gymnast, and stood before me, next to her twin. Her lithesome body almost looked
pre-pubescent, although I knew she had to be about twenty if she was Craig's
twin. She was very skinny, maybe eighty-five pounds tops, and was a good five
foot seven or eight. Her chest was completely flat, no swell to her breasts at
all. Only the thick pebble hard nipples jutting proudly from her dark chocolate
brown areolas gave any inkling above her waist as to her gender. Both of her
eyebrows were pierced and her finger and toe nails were painted black. Her hair
had been dyed inky black, and she had thick red plastic studs in her earlobes.
Her pussy was completely engulfed and hidden in a coarse and dense forest of
black hair, which continued well down her thighs. Small tufts of hair peeked
from her armpits as well. "Kiss my pussy, slave," she commanded.
I leaned over and kissed the hair covered mound repeatedly, the rough hair
tickling my nose. After a little while, she backed away.
"The rules in My house are quite simple, cunt," Alicia began. You will do
whatever you are told to do, by anyone who tells you to do it. You will prepare
all of our meals, do the laundry, make the beds, wash the dishes, and any other
domestic chores you are given. If we entertain guests, you will obey them as
well.
"Have you any questions?"
"T...two, if I may, Goddess."
"Yes?"
"Do You know how long I will be here?"
"About ten days is all. If I can't break you by then, there's nothing I can
do."
"Um,.....my period is due in two days, and I didn't bring any tampons."
"You'll have no need of them here. I don't allow them. Bleeding is a natural
part of being a woman, and I don't believe it should be disguised. Besides,
slaves should bleed like the animals that they are!
"Now, show Me those cuts on your leg and foot."
After She had tended to my wounds, determining that they would heal by
themselves, Alicia removed my handcuffs and told Meredith to give me a tour of
the cabin and grounds.
She took first to the basement, and showed me the pile of straw where I would
sleep, tethered to the wall by a stout chain.
Meredith then lead me outside to visit the barn and the other building. The
rain had let up, but the mud squished through my toes as we walked to the barn.
In the front of the barn, right behind the double doors, was a large Black Dodge
Dakota pick-up truck, and alongside that, was an old red Triumph TR3, both in
pristine condition, Then she took me to the other building. My curiosity was
piqued until she swung open the door, exposing an expansive and well equipped
torture chamber.
A heavy St. Andrew's cross dominated the center of the room. There were
shackles hanging from the ceiling joists. Whips, floggers, crops, and paddled
adorned the walls. A glass fronted cabinet with dildos, strap-ons, plugs,
clothes pins, clamps, and other 'toys' was against the left side wall. "This is
where we spend our evenings, sara," Meredith proclaimed proudly. "Mama says we
have everything we could ever need right here!"
My mind was racing when I thought about what these three kids had been
involved in. "We need to get back to the house, sara," Meredith announced,
breaking my thoughts, "but first, I want to taste your asshole! Bend over and
spread your cheeks so I can see it."
I did as she directed, remembering Alicia's command that I was to obey
everyone in the house, and felt the soft war tongue begin to probe my puckered
hole. I felt my face begin to flush with embarrassment at what this teenager was
doing, her tongue beginning to explore the hole, and force it's way into the
musky passage.
After a few minutes, she stopped and said, "Your turn." She dropped her
cut-offs and stepped out of them, exposing her cotton panties, festooned with
bright blue and pink flowers. She slid the panties off, kicking them away, as
she said, "C'mon!"
Meredith got down on the dirt floor on all fours and pulled her small
cheeks apart. I got on my knees behind her and stared at the two holes beckoning
me. Light wisps of hair outline them both as I neared the smaller one.
Tenuously, I began to lick the little bud, but Meredith would have none of this.
Backing herself into my face, grinding her hole into me. "Put your tongue up
inside me, sara. I like that best."
I pushed my tongue past the tightly clenched muscle, tasting shit as I went
deeper. I started to fuck her bud with my tongue, and she picked up on the
rhythm quickly, rocking up and back to increase the pressure. "Play with me,"
she ordered. "Make me cum!"
I reached up with my right hand and found her tiny clit and started rubbing
gently, but rhythmically. "More, sara. Harder," she cried. I rubbed her clit
hard with three fingers while my tongue reached as deep as it could into her
ass. Finally, a moan began building in her, and she shook as her climax washed
through her. "Kiss my pussy," she ordered, bouncing to her feet, as if nothing
had happened.
I bent forward and kissed her mons. "We'd better get back," she giggled.
"You've gotta make dinner, and, not bothering to get dressed, she scooped up her
clothes and dashed for the cabin, dodging the high winds and heavy rain that had
returned. I followed behind her. '
"The menu's on the fridge," Becky called out from the den, where she was
watching tv.
I headed back to the kitchen where I found the menu for tonight's meal under
a magnet. It wasn't a difficult meal to prepare; fried chicken, rice and steamed
string beans. In between the cooking chores, I set the table in the kitchen,
noticing that there were only four chairs at the table.
Becky came in quietly, and startled me, "Mom likes water with her meal. Craig
and I get white wine, and Meredith gets soda. How soon 'til it's ready?"
"About fifteen minutes or so," I answered. "Maybe twenty."
"Make sure you serve it before you call us. We don't like to wait."
When I had piled the food on the plates and set them out with the drinks, I
called out through the kitchen door that the meal was ready. Meredith was the
first to burst on the scene, followed closely by Becky. Alicia and Craig came in
together, a minute later, and took their seats. "Lay on your back and play with
yourself," Alicia ordered, "but don't even think of cumming."
"Yes, Goddess," I answered, getting down on the floor and spreading my legs.
I was surprised to find how wet I was.
After they ate, Alicia said, "Clear our plates into that dish and put it on
the floor wlong with a pan of water. You will learn to eat like the animal you
are."
I cleared the plates as instructed and put the food scraps and water dish on
the floor, and , getting down on my hands and knees, I began eating their
leftovers.
"Wag your ass while you eat, bitch," Craig yelled.
"She needs a tail, Mama," Becky observed.
"Then give her one," Alicia replied.
"Let me get it, Mama," Meredith chimed, jumping up from her seat and heading
out the back door.
Meredith returned a few minutes later and shoved a dry butt plug up my ass.
It had twelve inches of horse hair on the end, dangling almost to my knees. "Wag
it now, cunt," Becky ordered.
I kept up the rhythmic swaying while eating the meager scraps. Then I stuck
my face in the water dish and lapped at the tepid water. While I was drinking,
Alicia got up from the table and walked over by where I was, and without
warning, She drove Her Timberline boot right into my stomach. I fell to the
floor, coughing and clutching at my stomach, as I struggled to breath. I coughed
so hard that I threw up.
"Clean it up, slave," Alicia said matter-of-factly.
I slowly pushed myself to my knees to get a towel, when She kicked me again,
this time across my left breast. I was knocked over by the brute force of Her
attack, and spilled the ramining water that was in the pan onto the floor.
"With your tongue, cunt. That's your dinner your wasting!"
Humiliation and sheer disgust ripped through me as I stared at the vomit on
the floor. I never felt so degraded before in my whole life. This wasn't some
fun and games bondage sessions, or fantasy rape role-playing. This was real.
Debasing, humiliating, and gross. I hesitated too long and was rewarded with
another kick in the breast, this one knocking my face into the pool of fresh
vomit.
"This isn't a choice, cunt. Remember, you asked Sir Campbell for this. You
pleaded and begged him for it. So stop the shit, and do it!"
Then, turning to Becky, She said, I can see why Sir Campbell sent her to Me.
Let this be a lesson to you, to all three of you! She's far from being a proper
slave. She likes to think she's a slave, and plays at going through the motions,
but she has no idea what it means to be a slave. Children, from now on, no one
will refer to her as sara, and definitely not as slave. Only call her cunt!"
"Yes, mama," the three siblings responded obediently.
Gingerly, I rolled over, and, closing my eyes, I licked slowly at the vile
smelling mess, eating it, and trying very hard no to bring it back up a second
time.
When I had cleaned the floor to Alicia's satisfaction, she nodded to Craig,
and he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back hard, saying, "Clean the dishes
up, cunt, then I want you to crawl to the dungeon on your hands and knees. No,
better yet," he rethought. "I want you to slither through the mud on your belly.
When you get there, I want to hear you whimper like a stray dog to get in."
"Yes, Craig."
The kitchen was easy to straighten up, loading the dishes into the
dishwasher, wiping the table, and washing the pots and pans. When it was neat
and tidied up, I crawled out the back door and slithered over to the dungeon
through the mud and grass, and upon reaching the door, I whimpered like a dog,
wanting to get in.
The door was pulled open by Becky, but I was no where prepared for the sight
that greeted my eyes. Meredith had been strapped to the cross, naked, and Craig
was whipping her with a wire coat hanger. Her screams bounced against the
heavily padded and insulated walls. His strokes were hard and true, and wicked
nasty thin red welts lined the front of her delicate body from he nipples to
just above her knees.
"What do you say, Meredith," Alicia asked from Her huge throne-like chair on
a raised podium.
"Please, mama, she sobbed, "make him hit me some more. Please? Make him do it
harder."
"Good girl, Meredith.
"Craig, another thirty please. But listen to your younger sister, and do it
harder."
"Yes Ma'am," he answered enthusiastically, a broad grin stretching across his
face. "Count for me Meredith. And if you mess up or lose count, I'll stop, and I
won't do it again for a month!"
"One," she bellowed as he sliced the wicked wire into her soft thigh.
"Two.....Three....."
Tears were welling up in my eyes as I watched the spectacle unfolding before
me. That should be me up there, not this teenager. Jealousy was driving my
thoughts, because I knew that I could impress them if they would give me a
whipping like that.
I watched from the doorsill until she lost count at nineteen. Craig started
to taunt her, "No more for you. You can't count. You can't count!"
This made Meredith cry even more. "Now Craig," Alicia reprimanded, "don't
tease your sister. She's gotten a lot better than Becky did when she was her
age." Then, facing me, she said, "Crawl back to the basement and chain your clit
to the wall. We have no need of you tonight, cunt!"
Dejected and disappointed, I retraced my path through the grass and mud and
crawled back to the cabin and down the stairs into the basement, where I fumbled
in the dark for the hay pile, and chained myself to the wall by the ring in my
clit. Exhausted from my long day, I quickly fell into a deep sleep. I semi-awoke
to the sound of someone checking to see that the chain was fastened as ordered.
When they were satisfied, one of the women straddled me, and pissed all over me.
Whoever it was, they just walked away when they were finished, and left me well
and smelling of urine.
Craig woke me up as he tossed a bucket of ice cold water on me. He bent down
and slapped my face twice, very hard, and then undid my chain. "Get up and fix
our breakfast, we gotta go to work."
"I......I have to go to the bathroom," I whispered sheepishly.
"So then go in the straw, cunt."
I waited for him to leave, but the realization that he was going to stay and
watch hit me quickly. I felt my face burning crimson as I squatted and peed, and
then evacuated my bowels. Instinctively I looked for something to wipe with, and
then remembered where I was. I started to get up to go to the kitchen to make
the breakfast, when Craig's fist slammed into my stomach, knocking me back into
the pile of hay. "Crawl, cunt. Never stand unless we tell you to!"
Coughing and crying, I crawled over to the wooden stairs and made my way up
to the kitchen. I didn't realize how sore my knees were from last night until I
started up the stairs. Becky and Meredith were already at the kitchen table
drinking juice and waiting for me. "I want corn flakes and raisin toast,"
Meredith exclaimed when she saw me.
"Just coffee, light and sweet and an English muffin for me," Becky ordered.
I prepared their food and watched as they gulped it down. Becky chewed the
last big mouthful meticulously, and mumbled through the food, "Kneel here, and
open your mouth."
When I was on my knees at her side, my mouth open, she stood up, and slowly
opened her mouth, allowing the glob of chewed muffin to fall into my mouth.
Then, before I could close my mouth, Craig called out, "Wait!" He came over, and
coughed up a thick wad of phlegm, which he spit into my mouth on top of my
'food.'
Meredith wanted to get in on the act as well, and called out, "help me pee in
her mouth, you guys!"
Meredith pulled her panties down from under her skirt, and Craig and Becky
each grabbed a leg and hoisted her over my still open mouth. The strong stream
of urine washed into my mouth, and I fought hard to swallow the disgusting
mixture.
"Clean me, cunt," Meredith said when the stream had abated. I swallowed the
remaining remnants and licked her until the taste of urine was gone. They put
her down and she pulled up her panties.
"We're gonna be late," Craig called out as he ran for the door. "Mom left you
a note, cunt. It's on the fridge."
The three kids bolted out the door and were gone in a frenzied flash as they
ran to Craig's car. I cleared up their breakfast dishes and unloaded the
dishwasher from last night. Then I spied the message on the refrigerator. I
pulled it out from under the magnet, and took a seat at the table, and began to
read.
"My kids are having fun with you, cunt, but be sure of this, I won't be. What
I put you through will make their childish games seem like nothing.
"When you have finished cleaning the kitchen, you will dust and vacuum the
house, make the beds, and do the laundry. At precisely 10:00, I expect to see
you kneeling in the dirt in front of the house."
My heart pounded at the foreboding threat in the note. Looking at the clock,
I realized I had but two hours to get all the appointed tasks completed before
the 10:00 deadline. Rushing about, I ran through the tasks, and made it outside
with about four minutes to spare. The heavy rains had departed, leaving a hazy
humid steamy day. I knelt in front of the house, and waited.
Time moved at a snail's pace as I began to sweat in the hot morning sun.
Alicia called out to me from an upstairs bedroom window, "Right on time I see.
Very good. I'm impressed. I hope for your sake that your chores are all done to
My liking!
"Crawl out across the field, straight out from the front door. You'll find a
bare spot inn the grass. Wait for Me there. Kneeling!"
"Yes, Goddess," I called up to Her. I began the arduous crawl out to across
the field. My knees raw from the abrasions of crawling everywhere. Small stones
caused me to wince in pain as they found their way under my hands knees and
feet. After about five minutes of crawling, I located the clearing. It had no
grass at all, just very hard packed earth. I knelt, and I waited. I have no idea
how long I knelt in wait, but the sound of the screen door slamming brought me
back to the present, and I watched Alicia walk out to where I was, carrying a
backpack. When She reached the clearing, She said, "Time for a little dose of
'Patience 101,' cunt. On your back."
When I was stretched out, She pulled some leather straps, that were wet from
having been soaked in water, out of the pack and tied them securely to my wrists
and ankles. Then she took out a hammer and some tent pegs and staked me out in
the sun, pulling my arms taut, and spreading my legs wide apart, tying me to the
pegs.
After She was sure of my complete discomfort, She took a jar of honey out of
the pack, uncapped it, and poured it over me from my neck to my toes. She
repeated the process with a squeeze bottle of strawberry jam. "Open!"
I opened my mouth, and watched as She pulled off Her tight black denim jeans
and squatted over my face. "Drink it all, cunt. You're going to be very thirsty
before you get to see Me again."
The dark yellow urine began to splatter on my face and in my mouth. I drank down
as much of the acrid liquid as I could. When she was done, She picked up Her
jeans, slung them over Her shoulder, and said, "Have a nice day!"
The sound of Her departing footsteps was soon gone, and I was left with the
sounds from the nearby woods. The sun and heat caused me to sweat heavily, and
the sticky mixture made me itch. No, it wasn't the mixture at all, it was
insects! I lifted my head as far as my bondage would allow, to find mosquitos,
ants, and flies helping themselves, and there wasn't anything I could do about
it!
The sun had passed it's peak, and I could feel the tingling sensation of the
sunburn on my face and chest, my thirst had become all-consuming in my mind. The
leather straps had long since dried up in the relentless sun, and had shrunk,
cutting off the circulation to my hands and feet. My wrists and ankles ached
from the straps, and my shoulders and groin were cramped into sheer agony. The
onslaught of insects was constant, I could feel them crawling all over me, with
occasional sharp pinches. Not painful really, but a presence that helped make
sleep out of the question. From out of no where, I heard the sound of someone
approaching. Frantically, I turned my head every way I could, but to no avail.
My visitor stayed out of my limited range of sight.
"I thought I'd come out and have a little fun with you, cunt, but you're a
fucking mess!"
It was Craig, home from his job. He moved closer, so that his body blocked
the sun from my eyes. Squinting up, I looked into his face. When he was sure he
held my attention, he put his foot on my right breast and ground down on it
hard, like he was crushing out a cigarette on the sidewalk. The pain was
intense, and I failed in my feeble attempt to deny him the pleasure of my
screams.
"Aw, does it hurt that much, cunt? Let's try this, then," he said, as he
reached down and grabbed the 'U' clasps in my breasts, one in each hand. A
steadily increasing pull was causing my back to arch as far as the restrictive
leather straps would allow. He didn't stop pulling until I was screaming in
pain. Then, suddenly, he let go, kicked me in the thigh, and walked away.
Sometime later, I woke from a groggy haze to find Meredith standing over me,
blocking the sun. Looking up, I saw that she held a large hunting knife in one
hand. "Time for you to make our dinner, cunt." She bent down and looked at my
swollen purple hands.
"I want to cut you. I want to watch you bleed, cunt. Tell me where you'd like
me to, and then, I'll set you free."
"Wh....what, did you say," I asked frozen in disbelief?
"I said I want to cut you and see you bleed. Then I asked you where you
wanted me to cut you."
"Wh....where...ever you want, Meredith."
"No! I want you to choose cunt."
"Would you like to cut my stomach," I meekly offered?
"Yes!" Meredith knelt at my side and held the eight inch blade before my
eyes, allowing me the chance to see it's keenly honed edge. Then, ever so
slowly, she lowered the blade, and pricked the tightly stretched skin on my
belly, just below my naval, with the tip. I could feel the skin separating as
she slowly and deliberately drew the knife across my belly. The sensation from
the seeping warm blood was forthright.
When she was through, she bent over, and pressed her face into the blood,
licking across the cut. She sat up, and began to cut away the leather straps
that bound me, and I could see my blood smeared across her mouth. She kissed me
on my lips, and I tasted my own blood. Then she said, "I'll meet you at the barn
cunt. Gotta clean you up before you come in the house again."
And she ran off towards the barn.
I rolled over slowly, looking at the blood coming from the cut across my
stomach, and began the slow, agonizing crawl back to the barn, where Meredith,
once again, washed me down with the hard bristled brush and soapy water. The
brush was all the more painful, due to the sunburn, insect bites, and Meredith's
cut.
When they had all eaten their meals, I ate greedily from the left over
scraps, and gulped down all the water in the dog dish. "Clean up the kitchen,
cunt. Then I want you to come to the dungeon," Alicia said, as She rose from the
table.
"Come children. Time to play," she added, walking out.
Chores completed, I out the back door and out to the dungeon. The night air
was cool and I shivered because of my sunburned body. The sky was alive with
stars as I made my way, wondering what I might expect tonight.
When I reached the door, I whimpered as I had the night before, but the door
didn't open. I whimpered louder, but the door remained shut. Not sure about what
I was to do, I nudged the door with my forehead, and felt it give slightly.
Pushing a bit harder, I heard Alicia call out to me, "Come in, cunt."
Crawling in, I saw that tonight it was Becky's turn. She was on all fours
with Meredith's face buried deeply in her ass. Craig was kneeling in front of
her, and she was zealously sucking him off. Alicia stood over them all, flogging
Becky's back with a leather flogger.
"Suck it deeper, Becky," Alicia coached, "And Craig, don't even think of
cumming, or you'll spend the night in the barn hanging from your wrists.
"Get your tongue up her ass and clean it out, Meredith. Remember, I'm going
to inspect her hole when you're through, and there had better not be anything on
my finger when I pull it out."
I knelt by the door, staring incredulously at the bizarre scene enfolding
before my eyes. Alicia continued with the flogger, Becky's back a deep and
troubled red. Her cries were muffled by Craig's thick cock that was stuffed down
her throat, and she wasn't gagging!
"Crawl over here and make yourself useful, cunt," Alicia ordered between
swings.
Excited that I would finally get a chance to prove myself to Her, I crawled
eagerly over, and knelt next to Her, awaiting Her wishes. "Is this how a slave
behaves? Don't you know how to greet Me properly?"
"Without further prompting, I bent over and began licking Her work boots,
tasting the dirt and grit that covered them. "They'd better be nice and shiny,
cunt, or I'll go for a walk around the compost pile and let you start again."
I was licking Her boot from the bottom to the top, cleaning them completely,
when I heard Her say, "You both may cum." As if on cue, both Becky and Craig
came at the same time, Becky swallowing every ounce of his abundant spurts of
juice.
"What about me, mama? I want a turn," Meredith whined.
"Not tonight, dear, and you certainly know better than to ask Me
"Becky, bend over."
Becky got up, and bent over, facing away from her mother, presenting her ass
bud to Her. Alicia slid a finger in and massaged it around, before pulling it
out and inspecting it.
"Becky?"
Without an order, or standing up, Becky turned and licked off the proffered
finger. Alicia then turned to me, and said, "You've missed the most important
part, cunt>" She lifted one of her boots, displaying the mud - clogged cleats.
Taking my cue, I supported Her boot with both hands, and began cleaning the
cleats out.
Later that evening, as I lay in the dark, atop the dank, wet, smelly hay,
chained to the wall by my clit ring, I thought about how all it seemed that I
was doing was domestic chores, and experiencing filthy, demeaning abuse at the
hands of Alicia and Her three children. No one had whipped me. No one had made
me cum. My pussy was starved for release. It was wet constantly. My beautiful
hair was an absolute tangled mass of knots. Scratches and cuts covered my body,
but no trace from a whip or crop could be found. My hands, knees, and the tops
of my feet were dried out and cracking from crawling everywhere I went. I felt
useless. Less than human. Was this what Sir Campbell wanted of His slave?
