Sara

SARA

CHAPTER 6

WELCOME HOME, SLAVE

Alicia remained true to her word. I spent the rest of the afternoon languishing in a warm bath of gentle suds and bath oils. Meredith shampooed my hair twice, and carefully brushed it out as it dried. I fell into a deep sleep on the front porch swing, Meredith's head in my naked lap, after having ravenously devoured a sumptuous lunch prepared by Alicia.

It was late in the afternoon by the time I was awakened by an urgent need to pee. Meredith lay right where she was, so I nudged her lightly, “Meredith,” I cooed, “I have to go pee. I'll be right back.”

Dreamily she stood up, stretching her arms straight up over her head, she responded, “Let me come with you. I want to watch.”

She took my hand and lead me, not inside, but down the porch steps and across the field to the woods. Wordlessly, she lay down on her back. My quizzical stare prompted her to say, “My mouth is your toilet, sara, please use it.”

Startled, I hesitated for a moment, then straddled her face. “Please look down at me while I drink from you,” she requested.

I turned around so I could watch her face as I squirted over her. A dark yellow stream of hot urine gushed out immediately, and the young girl struggled to swallow as much as she could. I watched as it washed across her face, splashing into her open eyes. A solid twenty seconds passed before I stopped going. Meredith lifted her head and licked me clean. I felt her soft tongue probing from my anus to my clit and back. When she was satisfied with her clean up efforts, she sprung up with the agility of a gymnast, and grabbing my hand, we raced back to the house. Upon reaching the front porch, she stopped running and turned to me, saying, “I hafta go shower, or mama won't let me in the house. She hates it when I smell like pee at dinner. “Then, awkwardly, she added, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Meredith. Anything.”

“You know Becky wasn't kidding when she said she was gonna make you bleed tonight in the barn, right?”

“That's what she said, Meredith.”

“But she didn't tell you how she's gonna do it, did she?”

“No. Why?”

“I promised her and Mama I wouldn't tell, sara, so I gotta keep my promise. But I can tell ya that it's gonna be real neat. Something I've never seen before.” And with that stark revelation, she turned heeled and skipped over to the barn to hose herself off. Leaving me in nervous anticipation of the unknown fate that awaited me in just a few hours time.

I sat back on the porch swing and pulled the blanket over me, as a chill ran through me, raising goose bumps down my back and arms and a shudder from head to toe. Watching Meredith wash herself off with the cold water and singing merrily did nothing to hold back the flood of images entering my brain. Everyone seemed to by in on what was going to occur, except me, of course. Meredith was excited about seeing something she had never seen before, so I rationalized that a whipping couldn't be it. I closed my eyes to block out the world, and awoke to a sensation of a delicate hand on my shoulder, and a soft voice saying, “It's time for supper, sara. Wake up.”

Still groggy from by nap, it took me a moment to focus on Craig, who was softly whispering, “Time to get up.” He extended his hand and helped me up from the swing. Across his arm was a lovely Japanese silk kimono, which he helped me put on. It was inky black with many ornate traditional Japanese designs in bold reds, yellows and greens adorning it. He took my arm and lead me through the front door and through the living room into the dining room, which had been set up as if they were expecting guests. A dark green linen tablecloth covered the large wooden table, which had been set with fine china and silverware. Candles on the wall sconces and in candle stick holders on the table, lit the room in a soft light, casting reflective shadows across the walls and ceiling. Craig guided me to the seat just to the right of the head of the table, where Alicia was sitting already. Waiting.

The meal was exquisite. Baked ham, candied yams, mashed potatoes, fresh string beans, and a crisp garden salad, all served with a lovely white zinfandel. The table side banter brisk and energetic, and mostly focused on how much everyone was going to miss me when I left in the morning to return to the city, and my Master.

As the main course was ending, Alicia said, “Craig, I want you and Meredith to clear the table and load the dishwasher. Becky, you go get the coffee and bring out the dessert.”

“With an enthusiastic “Yes, Mama,” the three kids stood at once, and set about their appointed tasks. Alicia sipped at her wine and softly spoke; “I've known your owner for many years, sara. In fact, he was my owner for five years. Before I had the kids.”

A look of shock broadcast from my face at this news, and Alicia picked up on it at once, laughing as she added, “No, sara. He isn't their father, but his older brother was. The kids are his nieces and nephew.”

It hit me at that instant how little I actually knew about my Owner. I knew His age, 56, and that was about it really. I had no knowledge about His family, whether He had ever been married, had kids, or anything like that. Becky brought out the dessert, a delicious peach Melba, and we all sat enjoying the tasty treat.

When the coffee was through, Alicia stood and announced, “We'll leave the dishes for later. Meredith, you take sara upstairs and prepare her for us. Becky and Craig will go get everything ready in the barn. We should be all set to start in about twenty minutes or so.”

We all got up from the table, and followed our instructions. I followed Meredith upstairs and into her bedroom. She slipped the kimono off my shoulders, and hung it respectfully on a hangar before placing it in the closet. She had me sit at the make up table, and she applied lip gloss to my lips. Standing back, she observed, “I'm just going to add a little blush to your face and areolas for a subtle effect. Your eyes are fine the way they are, so we don't have to do anything with them.”

She tickled my nipples with the brush, slightly darkening the tips of my breasts, which were rock hard now. Then she danced the brush across my cheeks. “We're about set here, sara,” she said. “We just need the wrist and ankle cuffs, stockings, garter belt and heels and we'll be ready to go. I'm so excited,” she added gleefully.

I sat on the tufted bench as she slipped a luxuriant pair of back seamed back stockings on my feet and slid them up to my thighs. Then she put the garter belt on me from behind, and fastened the stockings to the belt. The shoes had four inch heels and a thick leather strap that went around my ankle, holding them firmly in place. Next came the all too familiar black leather ankle and wrist cuffs, which she buckled tightly, checking each one as she was done.

“Stand up, please, sara.”

I stood, and felt my balance slip on the heels, but regained my composure quickly, it had been a while since I was in shoes like these, but I felt an odd sense of calm sweep over meas Meredith locked my wrists behind my back, and we went out of the bedroom and down the stairs, heading for the barn.

When we reached the barn, Meredith stopped at the door, and said, “Please excuse me for this, sara, but it's what Mama wants,” and with that, she pulled a black satin pillowcase over my head, blinding me completely. “Wait here.”

I heard her open the barn door and close it, leaving me outside. A few minutes passed, not too many, and the door opened again. A hand grabbed be by the clasps that hang from my pierced breasts, drawing me inside. I was walked into the barn, and then pulled to stop. No one was speaking, and I stood there for a few minutes, my mind whirling frantically in anticipation.

Suddenly, the pillowcase was pulled of my head, and I found myself looking at Alicia, Craig, and Meredith. Becky was standing at my side, the pillowcase still dangling in her hand. Alicia stood, and said, “As you know, sara, you were sent here by your Owner, Sir Campbell, to be trained and brought up to His standards. You have done well, and we are all very proud of you. Tonight, I am handing you over to Becky, to do with as it pleases her. She has some rather delightful plans for you. When she is done, you will sleep in the bed in the guest room, and tomorrow morning, you will be returned to your Master in New York. Have you anything to say before Becky begins?”

It took me a second to collect my thoughts. Excitement at going back to Sir Campbell, mixed with pride over Alicia's praise of my training, mixed with trepidation over what Becky had planned all made my mind a blank. Finally, I just stammered out, “Thank You, Goddess Alicia, for all You have shown me. And thank you as well to Craig and Meredith for all they did for me. And especially to Alicia, for what she is about to do for me. I hope I can meet her expectations.”

Alicia made no comment to my remarks, she just looked over at her daughter and nodded her assent. Becky went over to a vase on the table next to her mother, and I saw that it held a dozen red long stemmed roses. She plucked them from the vase ion a swift irreverent motion and held them before my eyes. “Your Master sent these for you, to show you how happy He is with your training. But I think He also wants me to test you with the as well. Now........KNEEL!”

I knelt at her feet, head bowed. She spread the roses out on the floor in front of me, and taking hold of my shoulders, she laid me down on my chest in the thorny stems. Instantly I felt the sharp thorns pricking me soft skin in many places. I squirmed instinctively trying to minimize the pain. Becky, of course, sensed this, and stepped with her bare feet on my back, mashing my chest and belly into the agonizing thorns. Tears welled in my eyes as I bit my lip, trying to hold back the scream that was building inside me.

Finally, she stepped off, and pulled me back up on my knees. Several of the stems were hanging from me, the thorns still imbedded in my breasts and stomach. She pulled them off, one at a time. I glanced down and saw blood drops growing out of the multiple holes the thorns made.

I felt her unlock my wrists, and she lead me to a wooden sawhorse. She bent me over the horse, and clipped the wrist and ankle cuffs to the legs of the horse. The backs of my thighs and my buttocks inviting her attention. “I would like everyone to participate at this point,” she said. “She is to receive five strokes from each of you with this dowel rod. Let's see if someone can break it!. Meredith, you're first.”

Meredith stepped forward and took the rod from her sister. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and it was a hefty one, about 3/4 of an inch in diameter and about three feet long. It would take some effort to break that I thought.

Meredith stood behind me and a bit off to the side. “You don't have to count for me, sara. But I do want you to thank me properly after each one, okay?”

“Yes, or course, Meredith,” I answered, trying to muster my courage. I heard the swish as the rod was whipped through the air, cutting across the backs of both of my thighs at the same time. I screamed and pulled at the cuffs holding me bent over the horse. “Th...thank you, Meredith,” I remembered. Immediately, another lash cut my legs, an inch or two higher than the first, and I was screaming and twisting in a futile attempt to get away. “Thank you,........Meredith.”

Her last three lashes came in rapid firs succession, giving me no time to thank her, but they were so sever and harsh that I was screaming uncontrollably.

When I had calmed down, I realized Meredith was waiting for my thank you, so I said, “Thank you very much Meredith.”

“Mom, you're next,” Becky announced.

Alicia sat for a moment, waiting until I lifted my head and looked over to her. Then, she slowly got up from her chair, and took the proffered rod from Becky. “It will not be necessary for you to count or thank me, sara.”

“Yes, Goddess,” I answered her.

I felt the rod lightly touching my buttocks as she lined up the rod, gauging her stance. She gave me four very hard very fast cuts, all seeming to be in the same place. My screams filled the barn, as Becky exclaimed, “You drew blood, mama. Only four lashes and you drew blood!”

My backside was ablaze in white hot fiery pain. And fear gripped me, knowing she had one last lash coming to her. I wondered where she was aiming, as she hit me as hard as she could in the exact same spot as the first four lashes and landed.

Sweat was burning my tear filled eyes, drool fell from my screaming mouth, as I lay limp over the horse. “Craig, your turn.”

I didn't think I could take the five Craig had in store for me. My body was shaking as I lay there, waiting for it to begin. A hand grabbed my hair, jerking my head up, so that I was face to face with Craig's erect penis. “I'm gonna stuff this down your throat while I whip you, sara, and I'd better not feel your teeth even a little bit. Understood?”

“Y...yes, Craig,” I replied, opening my mouth as wide as my position would allow. Ever so slowly, he introduced himself into my mouth, pushing my tongue down, probing for the back of my throat. When he was satisfied with his invasion, he raised the rod, and brought down on the top of my left cheek. I struggled to keep my mouth open, screaming around his stiff cock. He pulled out, and rammed himself in deep, whipping my right cheek as his pubic hair covered my nose. He timed the last three blows with his thrusts, and came on the fifth blow, his hot seed shooting down the back of my throat.

An audible slurping sound emitted from my mouth as he pulled out. Becky undid the cuffs and had me kneel on a high table that was against one of the poles that supported the barn, the rough wood chafing my bleeding ass. She took her time and meticulously bound me to the pole, at my waist, above and below my breasts, at my elbows, and at my crotch and knees.

She turned her back on me when she was through binding me to the pole, kneeling on the table, about four feet off the floor. I saw her pick something up, and hide it behind her back. “Remember what I told you, sara?”

“Yes, Becky. You said you were going to make me bleed.”

“That's right. But have you guessed how I'm gonna do it?”

“No, Becky. I haven't”

“Did Meredith tell you?”

“I didn't Becky. I didn't,” Meredith blurted out, looking to me for collaboration.

“She didn't Becky. I really don't know what you have planned.”

A sinister smile slowly lit up her face, as she pulled a scalpel from behind her. “I'm going to cut you, sara. Scar you. Mark you forever.”

I felt a cold chill and shivered at the thought, as she held the sharp blade in front of me, allowing it's savage abilities to sink in. “I'm going to carve your Owners initials into your pubic mound, forever marking you as His.” She paused a moment, and added, Have you anything to say?”

I took a deep breath to calm my beating heart, and said, “Thank you, Becky. I'm sure it will please Sir Campbell greatly.”

She nodded and then sat on a stool, so that she could get close to my mound. My fear wouldn't allow me to look down, but I felt the cold alcohol wipes as she prepped the area. Then, a burning sensation as the knife cut into me. I was powerless to move, her bonds held me fast to the hard post., but my head thrashed back and forth as I screamed as she cut me.

The slicing continued for a few minutes and then stopped. Becky paused as she held up a piece of flesh she had cut out of my mound. “Open,” she commanded. Bile rose from my stomach when I realized what it was she wanted, demanded. Sheepishly, I opened my mouth, and she placed the bloody strip of my flesh in my mouth. “Chew it, and swallow it!”

I bit down lightly, feeling the sinewy flesh tearing under my teeth. I swallowed it, trying to not think of what I had just eaten. Becky went back to cutting me, and feeding me my own flesh. At long last, “I'm done,” she proclaimed. “Come look, Mama!”

Alicia, Craig and Meredith crowded around my mound looking at the initials that had been carved deeply into me. Meredith wiped my mouth with a paper towel, and I saw the blood that it picked up. Alicia was busy bandaging the freshly cut wound and applying an antiseptic ointment.

“This will take a good deal of aftercare on your part, sara,” Alicia said, as she was taping some gauze over the cuts. “It will take a while for the scabs to form. When they do, you must pick them off. At least two or three times, in order that they don't heal too fast. It will make the scars much more prominent.”

“I will do as You wish, Alicia,” I answered, as Meredith undid my straps. Craig was supporting me under my armpits as I got down off the table. My rubbery legs wouldn't support my weight, so he scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to the house and upstairs to bed. As he covered me he bent and gingerly kissed me on my forehead, saying, “tomorrow you go home sara. Tomorrow you'll be back with your Owner.”