Sara

SARA

By: Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 5

" The single tail demonstration will begin in ten minutes," Tommy announced. It will be staged in the center of the corral."

"I really regret your winning, cunt," Alicia hissed into my ear. "I so wanted to watch you dance to the kiss of the whip, but rules are rules. Besides, we still have a few more days with you at home before Sir Campbell retrieves you, so I might just give the kids an opportunity to practice their technique on you!"

I shuddered at the implication of her threat. I had never experienced a single tail whipping myself, but I had seen first hand the terrible damage it could inflict on a slave's body. The kind of marks it left had to have been bought and paid for with extreme pain.

Tommy was setting two poles into some concrete footings that were in the ground in the middle of the corral. The poles were about eight feet tall, and were placed about eight feet apart. As he was bolting them in place with a wrench, I saw Becky entering the corral., alone, and naked. An Ace bandage bound her ankle, but her limp was still quite pronounced. She walked over to where Tommy was finishing up with the poles, and waited patiently, her head bowed, for what she knew was going to come.

A few moments later, Alicia joined her in the corral, carrying leather cuffs and straps, which she dropped at her daughter's feet. "Put them on," she barked!

Becky bent over, picked up the cuffs, and buckled them to her wrists and ankles. She then bent and got the straps, and held them out to her mother, in offering. Alicia took them without a word.

Tommy had finished up with the securing of the whipping poles, and Becky walked over and stood between them, without being told to. She had, quite obviously, been here before. Alicia tied a strap to her left wrist cuff, and standing on a milk crate, she tied it to the ring in the top of the pole. When she did the same thing with Becky's right wrist, she pulled it so tight that Becky's arms were drawn hard apart in opposite directions, and the girl was weeping softly.

Alicia tied the straps to the ankle cuffs as well, spreading her daughter's legs wide apart. You could see the muscles and ligaments in her groin bulging under the pressure and strain. When she was tightly bound, Alicia held Becky's face by her chin, and spit directly into her face. Then unceremoniously, she turned on her heels and left her there, alone, trembling in fright, awaiting her fate.

The entire crowd had fallen silent in witness to this emotional display between a mother and her offspring, and it wasn't until I saw Clint walk through the gate into the corral, naked, with a bullwhip that I fully grasped what was about to happen. Everyone had stood up, and they were all watching with great intensity as Clint positioned himself before the grotesquely stretched offering of Becky. Clint spun around and gave the whip two fast snaps so all could hear it's menacing sound.

"As you all are aware," he began, "the single tail, when used by a well trained and practiced hand, can deliver the most delicate and sensuous kiss, or it can split the skin deeply, drawing blood, with an equal degrees of effort. It can be used to tease and taunt, or even to tickle the slave, while making her squirm, trying to anticipate when it will cut. If handled properly, it can stir just a hint of a breeze, as the tip misses the target by the smallest of degrees. Or, it can wrap itself completely around the body, causing burning pain.

"Observe!" Clint took a few steps forward, eyeing the distance between himself and his sister. Then, with blinding speed, a flip of his wrist sent the whip lashing forward, and snapping within an inch or so of Alicia's face. A collective gasp escaped from the audience. Alicia didn't even blink.

Clint recoiled the whip in his right hand, and turned back to face the helplessly resigned form tied between the poles. He starred into her eyes until, hopelessly, she nodded her assent. Dropping the coils to the ground, he waited until her eyes re-opened once again and met his stare. Mustering her strength, Becky held her eyes on his, as he raised his arm slowly, and sent the tip of the whip out, cracking a mere inch above her pouting pussy. A sharp chirp was the only sound she made, when the realization hit her that he hadn't even made contact with her delicate skin. Urine streamed from her grotesquely spread legs, but no one laughed or even drew attention to it. Everyone empathized with the young girl's fear.

The whip curled back at the feet of it's handler, as Clint held her eyes in his. An almost indiscernible nod came from Becky, and the whip flew to the target, her left breast, just above the nipple. A bone chilling shriek filled the air as a crimson line appeared, about two inches in length. From where I stood, I was sure I could see blood droplets forming on the rapidly swelling welt.

Clint didn't pause now, the whip danced across the poor girl's body in reckless abandon. Stripes began appearing on her stomach, thighs, breasts and under her arms, some on either side of her open cleft as fast as the whip could fly. Her buttocks and back were equally striped, as Clint's mastery of the wrap around was demonstrated as well. She sang to him with her screams, until her voice was too sore, too raspy to carry. Not once did she ever beg for mercy, but I was sure he wouldn't have granted it even if she had. He didn't stop or even ebb the flow of the whip's cruel gifts, worshiping her body with it's fiery kiss. Sweat poured from Clint's forehead as he put his back into the whipping, not stopping until Becky hung limp from her wrists in her bonds, no longer able to feel the whip, adrift in her all-consuming pain.

Meredith walked into the corral carrying a pail of water and a towel. She handed the towel to her uncle, and threw the cold water on her sister, reviving her with a start. Becky screamed in shock and shivered noticeably as the cold water stung her ravaged body. Applause greeted Becky as she joined the world of consciousness. Tommy came out and helped Meredith untie the sobbing girl and wrap her in a blanket. Clint picked up his niece in his strong arms and carried her out of the corral and into the house. "That should have been you," Craig whispered in my ear as he grabbed me by the arm, directing me towards the house, "not Becky. If she hadn't turned up lame, ......." I offered no retort by way of protest. I just followed the pressure of his hand as he lead me back up the porch stairs and into the house.

Only a few of the guests followed us into the house. The majority said their goodbyes to Tommy and Alicia outside. Clint laid Becky on the couch and Meredith draped a clean sheet over her trembling body and went to fetch another blanket for her sister. Clint went back outside to say goodbye to the guests.

Meredith placed the blanket over the sheet and knelt by Becky's head, stroking her soaking wet hair and trying to comfort her with her soothing words, "You did real well, Becky. Mama's proud of you." Can I getcha some water?"

Becky shook her head slightly through her sobs, but didn't speak. Meredith continued cooing to her, calming her, and waiting for the racking sobs to subside. As she was doing this, Craig walked up behind me, and grabbed my hair, twisting me around, and pushing me to my knees, where I was face to face with his stiff cock. "Open," he commanded, and he introduced his manhood into my mouth ever so slowly and deliberately.

It seemed to keep going, over my lips and tongue, and towards the back of my throat, not stopping until his musty pubic hair was tickling my nose. He held himself there, not pumping, just stuffing my face. "Look at me," he ordered. I opened my eyes and looked up into his face, as he coughed up a thick wad of phlegm and slowly let it drip down into my face. Meredith stopped her ministrations and crawled over to join him, spitting in my face and slapping my breasts with an open hand.

I fought hard against my gag reflex as the big cock just lay in my mouth. Craig kept spitting into my face and eyes, and Meredith kept slapping my breasts, seemingly mesmerized at their jiggling. Tears welled up in my eyes as Craig pinched my nose, making it impossible to breath. "Don't pull away, bitch. I control you. I decide when you can breathe."

Panic started to consume me as my lungs started burning for fresh air. Craig could see how much I was agonizing over pulling away from him and inhaling some fresh air, while fighting, at the same time, the pressure in my lungs from holding in the stale air. All at once, Craig ripped his cock from my mouth and let go of my nose at the same time, allowing me to gasp for air. Retching violently, I sucked in air as Craig grabbed me by the back of my head and slammed his cock back down my throat. Meredith pinched my nostrils this time as I gagged on the hard flesh. Spit and phlegm oozed from the corners of my mouth as I tried to pull away for air, but Craig's grip was firm, and he alone controlled my breathing. Again he pulled away without warning, allowing me to breath and spit up at the same time, but once again, before I could catch my breath, or control my breathing, he rammed his cock home once again.

Some of the guests had come over to us and were watching the spectacle, urging him on with comments like, "Make her puke," and "Piss down her throat," and "We all get a turn when you're done."

Meredith was still pinching my nose off, so my breasts were unattended, but not for long. Tommy pulled off his belt and started whipping me with the buckled end, hard. The big steel buckle punishing me as he beat me hard. Someone put his hands on the back of my head, forcing my face against Craig's flat stomach. I was writhing and twisting, desperately trying to get free for air. Meredith let go of my nose to allow me to breath, when suddenly, before Craig could pull away again, and I retched. Mucous and bile poured out my nose and the corners of my stuffed mouth, tears streaming down my face, and he came in my eyes.

He was replaced by another cock, this one belonging to a short fat balding man who smelled terribly. His cock was small, maybe three inches when hard, but his massive beer belly was covered in a thick mat of long curly black hair, which went up my nose and into my eyes. He fucked my mouth as hard as he could, while Tommy kept beating my breasts. He had no endurance, and came in my mouth right away. A woman lifted her dress before me, displaying a flabby lower belly with a thick bar through her clitoral hood. She shoved her sex into my face, grinding it in as I lapped at the folds. Someone mounted me from the rear, driving into my dry ass, but my scream was muffled by the flabby pussy covering my mouth.

This treatment continued in a seemingly endless procession of cocks, cunts, and assholes, demanding oral worship, while my ass was raped repeatedly and my breasts were beaten black and blue with the belt buckle. Cum dripped off my face, down my chin, mingling with the vomit and mucous that I had been spewing from the throat fuckings. My ass was ablaze in burning pain, stretched and torn from the relentless assault. At one point, someone even tried to stuff an unopened quart bottle of beer inside me.

Finally, it was over. Craig placed his boot in between my shoulder blades and shoved me to the floor, onto my throbbing breasts and into the "mess" I had made. "So, what do You think, Campbell," I heard Alicia ask, "Somewhat improved?

Completely stunned, I heard my Master reply, "Yes Alicia. It's remarkable. I would never have thought it possible. You know how sure I was that she could never endure this and rise up through it. I was certain I would be removing her steel and sending her away. But now You've made her into just what I want. You have my most sincere thanks."

I wanted very badly to look up from the floor and see my Master, but I knew better, and stayed where I was. He would tell me what He wanted, and my place was to wait.

"I'll meet you at My house in two more days, and then she'll be ready to go. I still have a few things I'd like her to experience. I just wanted you to see first hand the progress she has made, and I thought this would be as good a place as any for You to see her."

"You were right as usual," Sir Campbell said, and I heard Him kiss Her on the cheek. "I'll see you in a couple of days then."

My heart sank He just walked out of the living room at onto the porch, without so much as a touch or a word of recognition to me, as I lay on the floor in the cum and my own puke. Tears welled up in my eyes until I remembered that He said I was just what He wanted, and then I felt my heart swell with pride.

"Meredith," Alicia broke my revery, "take the cunt outside and hose her off, then lock her in the toolbox in my truck. Craig and I will help Becky into the cab. We'll wait for you there."

"Yes, mama.

"Follow me, cunt," she ordered, giving me a quick kick to the thigh to prod me on. I pushed myself up onto all fours, and followed her outside to the side of the house, where a garden hose sat on it's caddy.

Meredith hosed me from head to foot, the cold water stinging my badly beaten breasts. She aimed the hose at my mouth and said, "Open up!" The force of the water caused me to close my mouth in reflex, but I opened it again quickly. She washed out my mouth, then had me bend over so she could clean out my pussy and asshole as well. The night air was chilly, and I was shaking when she finally stopped and shut off the hose. She cuffed my hands behind my back and lead me to Alicia's pickup truck, and helping me up on the bed, she opened the toolbox and waited while I folded myself in. She closed the lid, and I heard the lock turn.

The cold metal of the toolbox caused me to shiver even more violently. I had no idea how long I was in the truck before I heard the doors open up and close. Once the engine started, the truck lurched forward, knocking me around in the cramped toolbox.

I sensed when the truck pulled up the rutted dirt road that lead to Alicia's house. We bounced along the road for a few minutes, and then the ruck stopped and I heard the engine turned off. The doors opened and closed, and I was left waiting. But no one came and unlocked the toolbox. Quickly it dawned on me that I was going to spend the night in the toolbox, shivering, cramped and aching. My hands had already gone numb from the metal handcuffs Meredith had used. My legs and back were begging to be straightened out. But that was not to be.

At some point I must have fallen off to sleep, because I awoke bathed in sweat. The sun had come up and was beating on the bed of the truck with a ferocity that was enhanced by the glossy black paint on the toolbox. The sweat on my chest burned the cuts on my breasts and my parched mouth and cracked lips longed for water. Time seemed to stand still, as the toolbox itself began to get hot to the touch. I squirmed a bit, trying to avoid touching it, when my left ass cheek brushed against it. I jerked away in pained reflex, only to touch it again with my arm and face. I forced myself to lay as still as I could, not touching the top or sides of this oven I was slowly cooking in. Sweat covered my body, but my mouth and tongue were completely dry. I started to cry, but no tears came to my eyes. I started to believe that I might die, when I felt the truck dip under the weight of someone hopping into the bed. I heard a key turn in the lock and the lid was pushed open. My eyes closed in the bright sunlight, so I wasn't sure who had come to let me out.

When my eyes had adjusted to the light, I looked up to see no one there. I worked my way up onto my knees and peered out of the box to see Alicia and her brood sitting in the shade, on the porch, drinking tall cool drinks, and watching me. "Come here, cunt," Alicia called.

Gingerly I straightened up, feeling the cramps in my thighs, calves, and back intensify. I stepped over the rim of the toolbox and put my foot down on the burning hot bed, instantly jerking it up. "I want you to walk off the truck, cunt. If you run, we'll put you back in the box for the rest of the day," Alicia threatened.

I put my foot down and instantly felt the searing heat burning my foot. Gathering all of my strength and willpower, I lifted my other foot out and started walking across the scalding sunbaked metal. My feet burned terribly, but I fought against the urge to dance and run. When I reached the tailgate, I jumped down onto the hard packed earth, got down on my hands and knees and crawled on all fours to the porch.

My mouth was parched and dry and my aching body felt every little rock and stone as I crawled over to the wooden steps that lead to the porch. As I reached the top step, I saw a big pan of water with ice cubes floating in it on the floor at Alicia's feet. She sensed my deep craving for the water, but she waited before speaking.

"That water looks nice and refreshing, doesn't it, cunt?"

"Yes, Alicia. I'm so thirsty. Please.......please may I have a drink?"

"You may, on one condition."

"Anything, Alicia. Anything. Please."

"You must kneel at Becky's feet and ask her to forgive you for last night, and then you must ask her to whip you tonight in the barn. If she agrees, then you may drink. You will also be allowed to eat, shower and rest for the day."

Quickly I crawled to where Becky was sitting in a rustic rocky chair, lazily rocking herself back and forth. Kneeling on my haunches, I looked up into her eyes, and pleaded, "Becky, please forgive me for winning the race last night. I'm so sorry that you sprained your ankle and lost. If I had only known what was going to happen I would have begged to take your place. Please whip me tonight. You've never whipped me. Please, I beg you."

Becky's angry gaze met mine and held it. Locked on, and burning intensity as she spoke, and never blinked. Drink and eat your fill. Bathe and rest all you want. Tonight I will make you bleed!"