Sarah's Weekend

SARAH'S WEEKEND

By Ross Martin

PART ONE OF THREE

There was a rosy-red haze over Sarah like a pretty flower with lots of thorns. And she was dripping nicely – oh, so nicely – thank you very much. Everywhere else a raw nerve exposed raw nerve. It was the way a certain troublesome knob of hers wanted it and the way that great bastard/sweetheart of hers, bless him/curse him, Tom, wanted it, and demanded it, and got it. She was helpless and totally overwhelmed by sensation. Life could not have been more rich and varied.

Her breath came in short, careful gasps. She mustn't/she shouldn't aggravate the bobby pins which had been forced mercilessly through her sensitive nipples (God that hurt!). Mind you, they were connected, via a thin but strong line, to her knob which also had a bobby pin heaved through it without pity (God that hurt worse!). She actually begged him to stop but he just smiled and kept on going. She took it as a personal favor that he hadn't stopped. Some people in his position would have but he knew her well enough to simply enjoy her whimpering and literally force the issue.

Any movement whatsoever Sarah made tugged horribly/wonderfully on at least one of the bobby pins and what they were attached to. The ideal thing then would be not to move at all. This was made virtually impossible. Tom had worked a thin tube into her piss hole (which, incidentally, made her want to piss badly at the time) and from there to a pump. The pump was on a timer and sent what fluids it collected at given intervals up to a bag overhead and another tube in the bag directed the fluids down into her corked ass. A leather belt pulled tight around her made any expanse of her bladder uncomfortable. In time, she realized, she might be able to control herself enough to ease the fluids into her rather than have them thunder in but she knew that wasn't very likely. Tom had already thought of that and had made provisions. He had a devious mind.

Tom, bless him/curse him had given her two pints of Guinness to make matters better/worse before putting the bobby pins in and securing the nylon cords around her wrists and arms. The Guinness tasted black and creamy and, as always, went through her very quickly. He had only just managed to put in the butt plug that carried the tube inside her and cinch the belt when the gurgling in her insides began. It took a supreme effect not to convulse with the rushing cold and the terrible pressure. She felt like a dam about to burst. She felt herself hard against the belt. It was almost too much but not quite, never too much. She was Tom's girl.

The gag forced into her mouth before he sat down in his easy chair had a dual purpose. Firstly, it was there to do what a gag was supposed to do – keep her quiet. Secondly, there was a tube going from it to the piss hole of another woman who was also tied for the night though in a more comfortable position. Whenever that other woman needed to go she went in Sarah's mouth. And Sarah had to swallow the horrid stuff because there was no way of spitting it out. And she would need permission to leak it out of the side of the gag. Permission she was not likely to receive.

A slow moan gripped her. More from the bag was entering. Thanks to the other woman pissing two hours ago, there was indeed more circulating than when this had begun. Was the belt cutting into her flesh? A cramp seized her.

The moan drifted to Tom who got up out of his seat and knelt down beside her. "Comfortable?" he asked. She shook her head. "Perhaps these pins in your nipples need adjusting," he added, taking them between his fingers and twisting. Her nostrils flared and a tear rolled down her cheek. He let go, caught the drop of salt with his tongue and examined her snatch. Despite the bobby pin there, or most likely because of it, she was producing. He took a sample, tasted it, and said: "Good." He then took another sample and rubbed it in and around her nose so she'd have a good whiff of it too. "Very good," he concluded, going back to his seat. "You're most entertaining, better than the idiot box."

There was a timid little voice which squeaked a pale pathetic 'sorry' and Sarah's throat was once more singed with warm liquid. And, as before, she had to swallow. And the liquid went down and expanded her horribly/nicely yet again. Another cramp – worse/better than the last!

For the next six hours, she was to remain in this situation. What's more, it could only get harder/lovelier. She had herself to blame/to congratulate. And Tom as well, curse him/ bless him.

As she adjusted herself ever so lightly with the pleasure/pain, she thought back to how it had all begun and why it had to continue.

* * *

Sarah had just turned fifty and she wanted to do something to make herself feel young and alive. The something she had in mind required a trip after work to a certain house where she planned to spend the weekend. She'd been there before but it always made her nervous. She hoped it always would. From the street it looked like an ordinary two story affair made of double brick. The windows had nice frilly white curtains and she knew the entrance way gave no indication of what went on inside. It was at the end of a row of abandoned warehouses so the nearest neighbors were a good two blocks away. Even so there was need for caution on both his part and hers. This need made her smile.

Upon leaving her car, which was an old blue Laser hatch-top, she sprayed herself with a comforting vanilla fragrance that always reminded her of summer and of her first visit. She was glad her husband, Allen, at least understood if not approved of what she was doing. He was a nice, good-natured guy who was great with their kids. Right now, however, she needed someone completely different. She needed Tom.

Sarah wiped the sweat from her brow with a dainty hanky before ringing the door bell. Moments later Tom answered the door and invited her in. She smiled sheepishly at him and muttered: "It was so good of you to see me on such short notice."

"Yes, it was," he agreed.

Despite the crow's feet around the eyes, she knew she had a pleasant enough face. It was a bit too round, but the lips and the eyes were generous, even if the nose was slightly pudgy. She knew he had a fondness for her. She could sometimes see it in his eyes. It was, however, a very different fondness to that of her husband. It was a more multi-layered and dangerous thing not easily understood. Only on the surface, where she felt it really counted and where she needed that assurance, was he the gentleman.

She was carrying a duffle bag and, inside it, away from prying eyes, were signs of her true nature. He paid little attention to it as he motioned her from his rather dingy corridor into his brightly lit and well furnished living room. "Sit down please," he said, offering her a well padded lounge chair. "Thank you," she murmured, plonking herself down into it and placing her belongings near the left arm.

Sarah was attired in a simple white top and a navy blue skirt. Her shoes were black and flat. Nothing she wore stirred in anyway the imagination but, then again, it wasn't supposed to. The only giveaway might be the naughty pink lipstick she only wore on these visits but that in itself was innocent enough to those not in the know.

"I see you brought your bag of goodies," commented Tom as he took the opposite lounge chair.

"No point coming here otherwise," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"No. I suppose not. Coffee and biscuits, love?"

"No thank you. Can we get started?"

"Don't you want to rest and refresh yourself after your drive? Its only four o'clock on the Friday. We do have until five o'clock Sunday don't we?

"That's true. But I think we should get started as soon as possible. You want that, too, don't you?"

"Yes, of course. It's just that I am expecting another visitor and I already have a project or two in hand."

"If it's at all inconvenient…"

"No, No! Stay! I'm sure we can accommodate you. I'll put you in the usual room. Just make your way there and I will attend you shortly."

"Thank you."

He watched her get up, grab her duffle bag and exit the most comfortable room in the house. What's more, she knew he was watching. Her backside swayed a little for his benefit. She was off to change in a vacant room with no furnishings whatsoever save for a dozen full body mirrors. As per usual, he'd give her ten minutes. She hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.

By the time he arrived at the room it was all done. Her street clothes were in the bag near the open door and she was standing in the cavernous center awaiting comment. She'd dyed her hair black for this occasion and cut it short so that it only came down to the start of her neck line rather than her shoulders. She was in saucy black high heels and she had on a see-through black body stocking that came up to her waist and a little beyond. Through the stocking she knew he could make out a wild tangle of pubic hair. The mirrors told her so. It, too, had been dyed black. A harness with silver rings on it was tight around her middle and slinky black elbow length gloves also added a certain something for his viewing pleasure. Her breasts, which were very floppy and normally held back by an economy-sized bra, were flopped out invitingly. She thought they looked good that way.

"How do I look, Master?" she asked.

"Beautiful. Simply ravishing."

"Will you ravish me, Master?"

"Don't ask."

"Yes, Master."

He showed her a black ball gag and added: "Still up for this are you, love? You can change your mind. I know the doctor we sent you to yesterday said to me that you're as sound as a bell, but it really is up to you."

"I'm here Master. I won't change my mind."

"All week end up till five o'clock Sunday?"

"Yes Master."

"And if you can't?"

"Make me Master."

"Make you?"

"Yes Master."

"Very well."

"Can you tell me what to expect Master?"

"No. But if you have your doubts please leave."

"Master…I want to stay…I really do…Just…Just get on with it."

"Get on with it?"

"Yes Master. Don't let me blather on so. Just…Just get started…please."

The gag, made of hard rubber, was a thick two centimeters and it took some effort to get it in her mouth but Tom managed. It stretched her jaw the way she knew it would, cutting off any objections she might inadvertently raise for the time being.

"You know I am going to be hard on you," he commented softly. "You made that clear over the phone. And I so want to be hard on you, very hard."

He made sure the gag was buckled securely at back and said: "You're in for quite a day, you poor stupid bitch, quite a day."

He kissed her on the lips – first one and then the other. She blinked at this show of unexpected tenderness then remembered he was first and foremost a gentleman but that it was barely skin deep. It was a useful façade and nothing more.

"Kneel on the flood," he commanded mildly and she complied.

He positioned a leather cuff tightly on her left wrist and a cuff on her left ankle. He then joined them together via a short chain. This effectively narrowed down her movement. He did the same for her right wrist and right ankle further narrowing down what she could do. When he finished, he stepped back and appraised his work.

"You'll do," he said and grabbed her bag. "I'll dump this in the lounge room for safe keeping." He left with her street things and came back momentarily with a broom and dust pan.

"On your feet," he said, kicking her in the side and almost toppling her over. "On your feet," he said again, kicking her once more. She responded but it wasn't easy. The chains allowed her to get off one knee at a time in order to stand and this made her unsteady. Half way up, he poked her sharply in the belly making her grunt loudly. Then, obviously liking the sound, he poked her again. "For an old boiler you've got a great tune," he said cheerfully. "I hope to hear more of it."

Once she was on her feet, he jabbed her in the left breast with the end of the broom, making her turn toward the door way. A few jabs at her great backside and she was out the door and down the corridor, taking her further away from the exit to this terrible place. He was guiding her with jabs and they were taking her to a room she'd never been in before. It was much larger than the empty space she'd changed in and contained a lot of equipment. There were whips and canes on shelves and hooks. Three wooden horses of various make and function were in the right and left hand corners. The center piece – and it was quite a center piece – was a blond woman in her early twenties with long straight hair, baby blue eyes and a bulging stomach. She was naked and had a look of uncertainty about her upon seeing Tom with Sarah. Her arms and legs were tied to the arms and legs of the great wooden chair she was seated upon.

"Yes, Sarah," said Tom with a smile. "Slave Jackie her is seven months pregnant. Do you like her dark nipples, her shaved cunt and voluptuous lips?"

"Yes Master," mumbled Sarah, barely audible over the gag. She shook her head in agreement just in case he hadn't heard her.

"She came to me with the offer of a full day. I simply couldn't refuse. How are you doing, Jackie?"

"I am well Master," replied the blond woman wistfully. "Are you going to leave me like this?"

"No."

"Good Master. I don't want to get bored. I could be tied up like this at home."

"First I have a task for my other slave. Here, Sarah, broom and pan…The bin is over in the corner there to your right. Get to work. I want this place swept clean, understand?"

He handed Sarah the broom and dust pan adding with an edge to his voice: "You do know how to use them, don't you?"

In civilian life, away from this house, Sarah was not only a highly qualified teacher but head of her department. Hence she rarely pushed a broom. To say the least it was humbling but it was something she now had to do. So she began to sweep. It was difficult because the chains kept getting in the way and she could only get a good breath through her nose. Inside her mouth, spit was building up but she was not allowed to drool with Tom's okay. That had been established last time and she didn't want to disappoint. And so she watched and worked as he got three boxes down off a shelf and presented them to the mother-to-be. "You want me to choose Master?" she asked smoothly. "Yes," he said and smiled.

Jackie studied the boxes for a moment and picked the one in the middle. He put the others back where he got them and then opened the selected one. He showed Jackie the contents and Sarah watched as the pregnant girl's eyes grew large.

"Not that Master," said Jackie, shaking her head sadly. "That's too cruel."

"Too cruel?"

"Yes Master. Ordinarily yes but now…I don't think I can."

"You want to leave?"

She looked again at the contents and gulped. "Do it Master…Do it!"

She caught her breath as two vicious looking alligator clips snapped brutally down on her heavy nipples. Both Sarah and Jackie were sure they were the nastiest damned alligator clips Tom could have found. What's more, they were attached to one another by a small length of chain.

"Pretty, aren't they?" asked Tom.

"Yes, Master," piped Jackie.

"They're a bit plain though. They need decorating"

Tom took four sinkers out of the box and put them on the chain. They pulled her already smarting nipples down, adding to her distress.

"Ow!" cried Jackie as he stepped back from her to properly study her reactions. Her eyes were definitely getting wider and more wonderful with every passing moment. Her lower lip was beginning to quiver.

"Still want to leave?" Tom asked as an after thought.

"No! Master! Ow! They're fine! I'm fine! Really! Not bored! Not bored at all!"

He stepped forward, dug around and touched her vagina. To no one's surprise his hand came away damp. "Naughty girl," he told Jackie, tweaking her nose.

Sarah gave a little sigh and continued her work. The blond bitch was getting what she wanted and what she no doubt deserved. She wondered when it would be her turn.

"Ow!" cried the pregnant woman again but Sarah paid her no heed. Every few minutes she'd now cry "Ow!" but it didn't matter. The clips were no doubt bad on such extra tender flesh, and chosen for that reason, but it was really none of her business. Besides, she thought Jackie's "Ow!" sounded kind of pretty.

Tom caught Sarah studying Jackie and said: "Eyes front, slag, and do what you're told."

He gave her a slap on one of her ass cheeks for emphasis and it almost tipped her over. Also, a stream of liquid almost escaped her mouth. She'd have to be more careful. She mustn't disappoint. Red-faced, she got into the cleaning with a vengeance.

Tom sat back in his easy chair and watched the two women. Every time Jackie cried "Ow!" she looked at him as if to say "Isn't this enough, Master?" and he would just grin back as if to say 'not really, you can take more.'

An hour later Tom called a halt to Sarah's broom activity and took the clips off Jackie's whitening nipples.

"Now I'm doing this as much for your health as I am for my enjoyment," said Tom as he vigorously rubbed Jackie's throbbing tit flesh with his hands. "We need to get the circulation back."

Jackie squealed and squealed as Tom rubbed and rubbed. She tried to move away from his brutality but she simply couldn't. Tom and the restraints wouldn't let her. She was sobbing by the time he stopped. She was also sweating profusely. He gently wiped her all over with a towel he had on a bench and then got her to blow her nose on it before he put it back

"There, there that wasn't so bad, was it?" he cooed.

"It was bad," she gasped. "Are you going to do that again, Master?"

"Would you like that?"

"No, Master. But you can…if you want."

"I know I can. I'll just leave you to think about it. Put the broom and dust pan near the bin, Sarah, and follow me."

Sarah did as she was told and he escorted her back to the room she had transformed herself in. He got her to kneel and connected her leather bracelets to her waist ring so she could no longer move her arms up and down. Then said: "Wait here. You will have a visitor shortly. In the meantime, I'll send in my nieces to keep you busy."

"Nieces Master?" she mumbled through the gag. He knew he understood her but doubted anyone else could.

"Yes. They know the score and are eager to meet you."

She was taken aback by this but all she could think of to say in reply was "Yes Master" which she did to the back of his head as he left. A few minutes later a girl about fourteen scampered in followed by three more girls around the same age. They were dressed in pink T-shirts and white skirts. They all had long straight red hair, lots of freckles and tiny butterfly mouths. The tallest of the four circled Sarah as if studying some wild animal. "She's got big boobs this one," she told the others. "I bet they really move when you giggle them." To demonstrate she sat in front of Sarah and did just that. Sarah's face immediately went red with the humiliation.

"Can I try Mary?" asked the smaller of the girls. Mary, who was obviously the tallest, nodded and made room for her companion to sit. "You make the left one jiggle, Judy, and I'll do the right." Judy agreed and so Sarah found her mamaries being at first slapped lightly to make them move and then harder to make them go faster. "This is fun," said Judy. "But I can't make them go as fast as you." Mary looked at Judy and said: "When you get older you will."

The other two looked on for a while then ran out of the room. When they returned they had a leather strap with them. "What's that for Terri?" asked Mary of the girl with the strap. "Uncle Tom gave it to us," she said. "You can use it too but Sam and I go first."

Mary thought about this a moment and said: "Fair enough. Let's push her forward so her bum sticks up and we can give her a good walloping." Meanwhile, Judy out of curiosity had stopped hitting Sarah's left boob and put her hand down the front of the woman's black body stocking. "Oooh! It's all spidery-webs down there," she mused. "And a little sticky." She pulled her hand away and sniffed it further commenting, "I think she had fish for lunch." In reply Mary shook her head and Sam said: "They just smell that way when they get old." This got Judy to thinking: "Just how old is she anyway?" Mary puzzled over this a moment then said: "Why don't we ask her?"

With some effort Mary prized the gag out of Sarah's mouth. Sarah on her part made sure to breathe in as it came loose so the spittle that had accumulated would go backward into her throat rather than forward onto the girls. It was tricky but she succeeded in doing so.

"How old are you then?" asked Terri.

Sarah worked some kinks out of her jaw then said her true age. Mary whistled in surprise. "That old?" she said. "And how long have you been doing this?"

"Twenty-five years Mistress," said Sarah.

"And you don't mind us giving you a walloping?" asked Judy in all sincerity.

"She can't mind. She's a slave," reported Mary. "Isn't that right?"

"That's correct Mistress," Sarah said reassuringly.

"But I still want you to answer my question!" Huffed Judy. "Do you mind or don't you?"

"I do little Mistress," shrugged Sarah. "I wish you would just go away. But it's not up to me. Do as you will."

"Let's push her," said Mary and so they pushed until Sarah's face was on the floor and her stocking covered tail bone was riding high.

"Don't worry," assured Terri eagerly, "we'll whack you good and proper."

"Yes," agreed Mary. "Uncle said to give it to you good and proper. I've been practicing so I know how."

"So do I," said Terri and demonstrated the fact by forcefully slicing across Sarah's twin moons with the strap. The leather made Sarah gasp lightly – too lightly to be picked up by the girls. Terri struck harder. Still she got nothing so she hit even harder and kept on hitting like that for ten more goes. Then Sam took over managing as she did so to top Terri for zeal. Mary naturally inflicted the most pain but, admittedly, Judy did her best but didn't quite have the strength to do much.

"So how do you feel now?" asked Judy, putting the strap aside.

"Fine little Mistress," shrugged Sarah complacently. She'd been through worse at Tom's hands and was happy to let them know. Still, she could feel some heat rising from her buttocks and she knew there were lines forming.

"Want us to hit you some more?" asked Mary.

"It's up to you Mistress," said Sarah matter-of-factly.

And so they took turns hitting her some more. They hit her enough, in fact, to begin sweating with the effort.

"It's a big bum," said Mary finally. "I'm not sure if we're getting through."

"Did you feel any of that?" asked Terri.

"Yes Mistress," said Sarah.

"Was it excruciating?" asked Mary hopefully.

"No Mistress," said Sarah candidly.

"Well we did our best," said Judy shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm hot!" said Judy and took off her T-shirt. Sarah marveled that the freckles were indeed everywhere including around her barely formed breast mounds. The girl's skirt soon followed. Before long, Sarah was surrounded by naked young women. Mary, of course, has the better formed mounds and a vagina she found suddenly itchy.

"Pull her up and push her over the other way," said the lead girl concerning Sarah and it was done. The end result of this being Sarah finding her face invaded by one tender young pussy. Mary sat on her and demanded servicing. She didn't get it. After two unsuccessful rides, Mary got angry and said: "If you don't lick me I'll twist your nipples off!" Sarah said nothing and so Mary began to twist. As she twisted with her prickly little fingers Sarah licked and, before long, Mary came on her. It was the most humiliating experience of her life and her little traitor down below knew this and made her come as well. She sighed as the girl got off her but her relief was short lived.

"My turn!" cried Terri and did the same thing and so did the others. Judy was particularly wicked because her nails were sharper and actually cut into the tit flesh. "You like this don't you?" asked Judy, looking down to where she knew Sarah's face to be. For the moment Sarah was too busy to answer. "Oh, I forgot. You can't talk with your mouth full but you can feel." Judy grabbed Sarah's already aggrieved nipples and skewered the sides of them. Sarah gasped loudly this time so Judy got off her. The little girl attempted to make amends for what she'd done by kissing and licking them better. "No need little Mistress," cooed Sarah. "Unless you truly wish to do so." The others then took turns at kissing and licking the now rock hard nipples. Judy, not to be left out or to be out done, moved to kissing the captive's mouth and licking her behind the ears as well.

Tom came in just as the kissing and licking was at its height. He was not surprised though he wasn't overly impressed. "So this is what you get up to is it?" he asked them.

"It was my idea," piped up Judy defensively.

"I could have guessed," mused Tom. "So, did the strap come into use at all?"

"Yes," said Mary proudly. "We gave her a good walloping."

Tom went over to Sarah and turned her over. He pulled down her body stocking a little and was pleased to see some stripes forming.

"So who walloped her the hardest?" asked Tom.

"I did!" cried Terri.

"No, I did!" cried Mary.

"Well one of you is lying," mused Tom, "and since I don't know which I guess I'll have to punish you both. He took two sets of handcuffs out of his belt and had Terri and Mary stand with their hands behind their backs. The cuffs, which were obviously made for small people, clicked home neatly. Then he had the girls in need of discipline lie on the floor with their legs spread. Small spreader bars were then added to their woes. "I can't move my legs," said Terri after the bar was in place. "You're not going to do something awful to me are you Uncle Tom?" asked Mary. He looked at her thoughtfully and replied in an amicable voice: "No, not so terrible. Sarah, you're to crawl to each of them and lick their tiny little cunts, understand?"

Sarah looked doubtful for a moment but only a moment. "Yes Master," she replied and began to crawl. "Not her!" complained Terri anxiously. "She'll hurt me!" Tom merely smiled and shook his head. "She won't unless Uncle Tom tells her to," said Mary.

Terri squealed with horror first touch of her young snatch. "Her tongue's like sandpaper," shrieked the girl but Tom just turned away and said: "As for you other scalawags, get dressed and be quick about it. I believe your favorite television program is just starting." They quickly complied and were out of the room as fast as they could propel themselves.

"Why are you doing this to me?" complained Terri. The rhythm of the licks, sand paper or not, was starting to make her squirm more in delight than awfulness.

"Because Master wants me to," said Sarah matter-of-factly and continued on her mission.

"Can I ask you to stop?" groaned Terri.

"You can ask," said Sarah and continued her rough massaging of a young clit until it blew like a very small gusher. Sarah then dutifully lapped up the results.

"That wasn't fair," whimpered Terri and Sarah agreed then moved on to the next girl.

Mary took to the treatment a lot better than Terri but they both represented a challenge. It was fortunate Sarah was born with a long tongue. She licked one then the other to orgasm and, when that was achieved, started all over again because no one had said to stop. This second go was too much for Terri and, when she cried out to be left alone, Tom came back in, took a little ball gag out of his belt, had Sarah roll it in her mouth a few times, then inserted it into Terri's gob. Needless to say the girl was shocked and mortified. She railed at the taste of someone else's spittle but she could do nothing except allow great galloping tears to run down her scarlet face. "Maybe now you'll behave yourself," spoke Tom with a smile as the front door bell rang summoning him away. Sarah went back to licking. She started with the tears on the girl's face. This required snaking up her small bony naked body and positioning herself so she could do so. Terri blubbered at this new invasion but had no choice but to accept it. Sarah kissed Terri on both lips, lapped at the girl's nose twice like a faithful old dog, and moved back to where she could get at the young snatch again. Meanwhile Mary waited impatiently for her turn.

Half an hour later, which probably added up to tea and two biscuits, Tom returned with Jack, a scrawny eighteen year old all aquiver at this new adventure he was on. He looked at Sarah and what she was up to on Mary, which was licking the girl's face including her nostrils before once more descending to lower licking, and wondered what had been going on. Mary, for one, seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Is it still on?" the young man asked Tom. The man in question nodded in the affirmative. Sarah, at the sound of a different voice, stopped and looked up to see who it was. Immediately her nostrils flared with anger, horror and indignation. She quickly went back to licking to stop herself doing or saying something she might regret. But there was a trust issue here she was going to have to take up with Tom. She felt betrayed and her little knob actually like that.

"I think you know her," said Tom, pointing at Sarah.

"I sure do," said Jack. "I had her for math. She was a real dragon. Taught me a thing or two, though. Didn't realize at the time she had such whoppers though."

"They're her best features."

"Are you sure this is alright? She is a consenting adult in all this isn't she?"

"Sarah, stop that and tell the young man. You're here of your free will, aren't you?"

Sarah did stop. It was just as Mary was about to come again and the girl sighed a deep guttural sigh. "Yes, Master," the older woman confirmed. "I am here of my own free will. What would you have me do?"

"Tell him how long you have been doing this."

"Twenty-five years."

"Even while you were balling me out for trig?"

"That's right new Master."

Tom uncoupled Sarah's wrists from her sides and had her hands linked tightly behind her back. She was pulled away from Mary and onto her knees in the center of the room.

"What about us?" cried Mary. Tom thought about it and said: "You two can stay. But let it be understood, Jack, that these two, Mary and Terri, are not to be touched at all."

Jack nodded in agreement.

"And I can do most things to this old witch then?" inquired Jack of Sarah.

"Well Sarah," said Tom, "Do you want to be left to Jack?"

"No Master."

"But you do agree to let Jack have his way just for me, don't you?"

"Of course Master."

"I'll just leave you two to get better acquainted." With that Tom made his way back to his lounge room or, perhaps, to the room where the pregnant girl was still held.

"Don't worry," said Jack coyly, "you're secret's safe with me. I just find it hard to believe your Jane's mom, the one who took us both to soccer practice. The one who almost failed me at math until I pulled my socks up."

"Here, Master, I'm someone else."

He knelt beside her a moment, got his hanky out and wiped the sweat off her glistening breasts. He noticed the little cuts made by the youngest of the girls but didn't say anything. He was still taken aback by where he was and what he could do. It was quite a moment. Sarah looked miserable but, as she said, she was willing if not overly enthusiastic.

"So all I needed to do to pass math with high marks was to come here?"

"No Master. Here is different."

"So you say." He cupped the lower half of each of breasts as if he were about to weigh them. Her face reddened. Did Tom know before hand she had a history with this kid? He probably did, he had to know, and thought this a great way to make her weekend something special, damn him!

"You really are a cow aren't you?" he observed. Her eyes softened and she replied, "Yes Master, your cow for now."

He took her nipples which were cork-like and already sore between his fingers and lifted her mammaries with them. He dropped them after a time and he saw the relief on the face when he did so. This compelled him to do it some more.

"You know," he said as he lifted to drop for a third time, "under the clothes you usually wear I had no idea they were this big. You don't mind do you?"

"Nno..nnot aaat all!" she squealed as gravity took over. Belatedly she added "Mmmasterrr!"

"You know, I'm quite enjoying myself."

His hand went down inside her stocking to her cunt. There he fished around eventually becoming acquainted with her knob which was already quite tingly with excitement for him. The shrubbery made it difficult to find at first but he was persistent. Her eyes went broody when he did as if he had no right to be there. Two days ago he wouldn't have even tried. Now he had her where he wanted her. "What have we here?" he said, pinching at it. Her body shook and she snorted her displeasure. It was a big clit as clits go and his pinching it hurt – a lot. The snort from her jolted him and he stopped for a few seconds then started up again. "You like this shit don't you bitch?" he said. "No, don't bother answering that." He looked into her eyes and saw something in them that didn't quite register. Her nostrils were flaring and her chest was heaving.

He pinched some more just to get another snort. She didn't disappoint him. He took his hand away and examined it. Yes, it had gotten damp from her. She looked at him accusingly.

"You don't like me exploring down there do you?" he said.

"No Master. I do not."

"But you'd allow me to do it even if you weren't trusted up?"

"Certainly Master."

"But you do prefer to be trussed up for this sort of thing, don't you?"

"When I am given to a new Master or Mistress, such as yourself, this does feel right and proper, yes."

He stood up and unzipped his trousers. Out popped a sizable snake. He dangled it in front of her face. "Take it in your mouth," he said, "and be quick about it." It was larger than Tom's but that didn't mean anything to her. The fact that she had to take it did. In good grace it went into her face, past the lips and her tongue worked some more magic. "To think you're sucking me off," he said proudly. A tear unbidden rolled down her face. He came quickly and slapped her hard in the face for letting him do so. "Now you've done it! I wanted to come inside your cunt or asshole, not like this!" She shook away the sting on her cheek and said: "Sorry Master."

Swiftly he pulled up his pants and went to find Tom. He came back a few minutes later with a great wooden paddle with one inch nails imbedded into it. He showed it to her and said: "I told him what happened and he reckons I can have more time. Also, he reckons this will help to get both your motor and mine running."

"You're not going to use that on me are you Master Jack?" she said coolly.

"Yes, I am."

He unclasped the restraints that were holding her hands behind her back and had her put them on the floor. She did as she was told and he marveled at how her breasts drooping down really did look like udders. He gave one buttock then the other a few light taps with the paddle before giving her a good one. When he did she didn't flinch. She merely licked her lips and waited for the next. It came hard and furious followed by more mild stuff then a real corker. A dozen impacts and she was feeling warm once more and a little bruised. A dozen more and she was in real pain. Blood was beginning to run down her leg. Not much but enough to have worried someone else. Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed her by her chin and looked into her eyes. "It's time," he said, dropping his daks once more. He pulled the rather badly damaged stocking from her bum and, with a grunt from both of them, entered her. He rode her aware that each time he made contact with her ass it pained her. This drove him to ride her faster and heavier and, deep down, he knew she wanted it that way too. After coming inside her cunt the way he wanted to, he had her stand up and bow to him as he put the snake back where it belonged.

"That was good. We'll do it again. I'll say when. We know each other now, don't we?"

Sarah stared at him in surprise before answering. Was he saying that now he knew this about her he could have her any time he wanted to anyway he wanted to? The idea wasn't entirely displeasing to her but she'd have to protect her husband and children.

"Yes Master," she finally said. "But I humbly beseech you to make it always a place outside our neighborhood and not on school nights. Otherwise…we simply can't."

"Yes, of course."

"There's a cabin I can hire at given times if that is your wish, Master."

"Next week then?"

"Yes, Master."

Before leaving he patted her backside and pulled the stocking, or what was left of it, back into place.

"How can you stand this sort of thing?" asked Mary inquisitively when Jack had left. "He really made a mess of your ass and the day isn't over yet and there's gonna be more before the weekend's over."

"If you don't know," cooed Sarah, "I can't tell you.

"Are you really going to allow yourself to be blackmailed by him?"

"Yes, little Mistress."

"Why?"

"Because he'll be good for me when I can't visit your uncle."

Tom came in minutes after Jack with the very paddle in hand the younger man had used to good effect. Tom also had a pair of scissors. He had her stand still as he expertly cut away the fabric around her backside and threw it on the floor. Next he examined the landscape of her ass and came to the conclusion that Jack had "put a few holes here and there but that was it."

"What do you suggest then Master?" she asked and he had her bend over.

He hit her savagely on each globe and then between them. He hit her relentlessly and without mercy for half an hour before stopping. When he did she felt very red and raw and bloody. She imagined great rivers of blood when in reality it was just a trickle here and there. Some of it got onto the floor.

"What do you think of all this, Mary?" he asked the girl who had been staring at them goggle-eyed as he beat into his present slave. He might have asked Terri but she still had the gag in place.

"Did she deserve it?" asked Mary in a quiet, mousy voice.

"Can you answer her, Sarah?"

"Yes Master. Yes Mary. I deserve this and…if I may be so bold…more."

Tom untied the girls and took them away. He returned momentarily with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a rag and a towel. He showed them to her.

"If you've had enough we can end it here. You've done quite well."

"No thank you, Master."

"Oh, good. I don't have any more visitors for you until tomorrow but I don't want you feeling neglected. So, on your hands and knees, bum out. Good girl. This will sting…a lot!"

He took her body stocking off completely and discarded it. True to his word the rag he soaked in the alcohol and rubbed liberally on her cuts did sting greatly. Almost at once a raging fire tore into her rump making her sob terrific sobs. She shook this way and that to lessen the flames but they wouldn't lessen. Tears streamed down her face and, in the midst of all this, he managed somehow to get her hands behind her back, cinch them into place and lead her out. Then she felt the gag go back into her mouth. Despite this intrusion, however, she managed to howl quite loudly. "I told you didn't I?" he said between her explosions of noise. "Too late to quit now. You'll have that blaze for some time and you're welcome to it."

She groaned deeply at this news. It was almost a growl. Somehow she found herself in the room with the pregnant woman again and tied to one of the horses. This one had a dildo and a butt plug on its saddle. Both went into her as she was forced to sit. The lubrication coming off her cunt helped. Before she knew it she was cinched into place. And she continued to drip and wail.

Suddenly he grabbed her face and kissed both lips fiercely. "Just think, two more days."

Her eyes blurred with tears. It took a while for them to clear. When they did he was there with coffee and a tomato and lettuce sandwich. Despite her backside still bothering her, she ate and drank as he presented the options to her. She had no idea she was that hungry or thirsty.

"How you doing?" he asked matter-of-factly, removing the gag from her. It popped neatly out and she managed somehow not to dump spit all over him.

"Terrible Master," she replied. The fire was dropping ever so slowly but now she felt well and truly skewered in two of her holes. He rubbed her down with a towel and went over to Jackie to see how she was.

"You've had a good rest," he told the pregnant woman. "But this isn't a rest camp is it?"

"No Master," the girl cooed.

He took her off the chair and had her stretch her legs. Sarah observed they were long and shapely. Then he had her pace around the room faster and faster. He encouraged her with a horse hair whip he got off a hook on the wall. She began to bounce in a way Sarah thought would be uncomfortable and stopped. She pleaded not to continue and he punished her there and then for her disobedience. He gave her twenty slices on her ass with the whip and they were cruel slices, too. Then he directed her back to the chair where she was tied to it again. He wiped her down with a towel and told her she'd done reasonably well. He also gave her a bottle of milk to drink which he put up to her lips so she could do so, her hands being bound to the chair. Sarah watched her drink thirstily.

The fire almost but not quite out, Sarah was beginning to feel the true effects of being penetrated harshly in both the ass and vagina by rather sizable objects and not being able to move much in response. Tom exacerbated the matter by slowly at first stroking her nipples with the horse hair. This would have tickled more than anything if not for the working over they had earlier received. As it stood, this action made her whimper a little. The strokes got harder then stopped abruptly. He went away from her, no doubt to put the whip back and collect something. What she couldn't imagine. Suddenly there was intense pain in her left nipple as if he was tearing in apart with a fork. This forced a great cry out of her and a struggle to be free of the trap she was in. She knew her breasts must have danced delightfully for him as she came to terms with what had just happened. Calming down, she awaited the next installment and it did, in fact, come. This did not mean, however, that her reaction to her right nipple also being hurt in a savage, relentless fashion was less. In fact it was more. She squealed and shook so much he must have felt obliged to take her face in hand and tell her to behave, else she might do herself a real injury. "Stop!" she bawled. "Please, no!" He wiped her forehead with his handkerchief and said: "Too late bitch!" And so the second bobby pin went into her hard through the center of the nipple. He left her sobbing her heart out there for a while and, when he came back to her, he had a special question.

"I'm serving up dinner," he said. "What would you like, Chinese or Italian?"

"Whatever you want, Master," she sighed.

She didn't feel especially hungry but suspected he'd make her eat anyway. She was gently unclipped and taken from the horse. The pregnant woman was then taken off her chair and both were lead, via collars and leads he'd managed to put around their necks, to another room.

Among other things, this new room contained two women, each tied naked to her own bench.

"Meet Nancy and Toni," said Tom pushing Sarah and Jackie beyond the doorway. "You get Nancy my dear Jackie since I know you like Chinese. Sarah, you get Toni."

Sarah moved to where he had pointed for her to go. There a frizzy black-haired woman in her late thirties with big dark breasts from which dangled bits of garlic bread held on by string attached to her nipple's looked at her warily. Her legs were spread apart by a bar and, in the black forest of her cunt; there was quite a supply of warm spaghetti. There was also a bowl of water near her head.

Nancy, a naked Asian woman in her early twenties with legs spread apart, offered Jackie warm Chicken Chow Mien in her cunt plus water on the side. Two fortune cookies dangled on string from clothes pins attacked to her nipples.

"When I return I expect you to be finished," said Tom, turning to leave.

Despite having her hands free, Sarah made quite a mess of herself eating the spaghetti. Toni squirmed a little as she did so which didn't help matters. Jackie also had trouble eating and remaining unfettered by the meal. Luckily, there were towels on the bench they could wipe themselves down with and they had actually been given plenty of time in which to do a proper job on their respective meals.

Upon his return, Tom had Jackie sit in a corner and Sarah put her hands behind her back. He then secured Sarah's wrists and had her lie down upon the floor. This touched off some of the pain in her backside and she winced but he didn't seem to notice. Instead he was fascinated by a simple bobby pin and its possibilities. She too became fascinated with it.

"One more bobby pin," he said, what ever shall I do with it?"

"As it pleases you Master," she murmured.

He felt around her hairy snatch and located, after a time, her knob. He then set about pulling it and pushing the bobby pin through the center of it. "No! Please! Please, Master! Don't! It hurts! It hurts!" A Great stream left both her eyes and here nose became snotty. Her mouth bubbled and big heaving sobs came in-between the words she spoke. "I'll do anything! Anything! Just don't push it all the way through! Take it out! Take it away! Now Master! Please! Please!" He stopped for a moment and regarded her. "Are you begging?" She nodded in affirmation and said: "Yes! Yes I am! Isn't this what you want? You can stop! You can have mercy!" He thought for a moment and in that moment she knew what was to come by the very twinkle in his eye. She howled as he pushed it all the way through and secured it in place.

In a haze she found herself back in the room where she first met Jackie. She must have walked the distance but she couldn't quite remember. The pregnant woman was once more secured to her chair. Tom was busy linking the bobby pins in her via a thin but strong thread so that too much moving about would have severe repercussions. She became aware of the enema equipment including the bags and the small pumps attached to the tubes which were not part of the usual package. Suddenly a ball gag went into her mouth and was secured. It was a gag attached to a tube and she could see the other tube being forced into Jackie's piss hole. The other woman squirmed uncomfortably but took it well.

"There now," said Tom to Jackie. "You're set for the night."

"But what about Sarah?" asked Jackie. "What about her, Master?"

In reply Tom took two pints of Guinness off the shelf and made Sarah drink. He twisted the bobby pins in her nipples to make her. The brew was cold so they mustn't have been out of a fridge for long. She knew they'd made her cramp and need to piss. Every drop he could make go down her throat went down. She felt bloated. He squeezed her stomach to make her feel even more so then stuck a cork attached to a tube up her ass with regard to having the tube go deeper into her to the point where it caused her distress and let in the warmer enema fluid from the bags. Now she'd cramp and cramp some more for sure! There was no way to get around it and she'd have to remain as still as could be because of the bobby pins.

"Nice fix you're in," he commented, "but I'm not quite done."

Suddenly a little tube was invading her very own piss hole making her want to piss real bad. It was not only attached to her but the other end came out into one of the enema bags, a small pump and a valve directing any leaks from her from that quarter upward. He topped it off by rubbing the rubbing alcohol liberally onto the bobby pins, thus inflaming the cuts made by the pins. She almost shook and it was quite an effort on her part not to do so. Jackie whimpered in sympathy for the agony being endured by Sarah but, naturally, she could do nothing.

Through blurring tear streaked eyes she regarded Tom who said: "You can allow spittle to run down you onto your breasts now if you wish. In fact I think I'd like to see that."

Sarah, through her enormous suffering complied and he, bless him/curse him, snapped a few photos of her doing so.

"Not often I get to work on someone like this," he told her pleasantly. To add to her woes he cinched a belt tight around her.

"Is this right, Master?" asked Jackie in a soft voice. I know I can get some sleep the way I am but what you've done to her….is it all right?"

Tom felt past Sarah's expanding belly to her skewered knob and, yes, the little traitor was having a wonderful time.

"She's loving it," said Tom confidently. "Or, at least, part of her is."

The night was long for Sarah but, really, that goes without saying. Every once in a while when he was bored or she seemed to be getting used to things, he'd poke her belly, feel her cunt or tweak a bobby pin. Then there was Jackie pissing into her mouth whenever she needed to go. The timid 'sorry' only seemed to make matters worse.

Morning finally came and Sarah was released and allowed to relieve herself into a nearby toilet. This took some time and Tom enjoyed himself immensely squeezing her belly to make things move along faster. He removed the bobby pins and allowed her to shower and dress in a light, frilly white dressing gown.

Jackie, after having her cunt licked by Sarah as a farewell gesture, was released, allowed to dress and to leave. At the front door Tom said to the large girl: "Will you be back soon?" She looked at him and replied with a faint smile: "After the baby I suspect. But in time for you to put me on a milking machine and extract what you can." He looked at her, now dressed in a dainty pink outfit, and replied: "I'll look forward to doing so."

Turning to Sarah in her dressing gown who was watching Jackie depart he said: "Let's have breakfast in the lounge room. I have a busy day planned for you."

"Yes, Master," said Sarah dutifully, and they did, indeed, have breakfast.

END OF PART ONE.