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PROLOGUE
The
State of
CHAPTER 1
Sarah was strangely excited as the police car came to a stop at the processing center. She had never been in trouble before. The last 5 months had been a blur, ever since she tried MIX. MIX was a powerful drug that made her feel like she was on top of the world. Every sensation was so intense and pleasurable. She even found that hunger was enjoyable when she was high.
Sarah had been working as an exotic dancer for 2 years before her friend, Meghan, got her to try MIX. Sarah had a body that made the other dancers jealous. Her face had the softened oriental features that came from being of a mixed racial heritage and straight waist length silky dark brown hair. All it took was that one time and she was hooked. Suddenly she existed for no reason other than to get high. Meghan’s dealer, Race, was nice and gave her a couple of days worth of MIX, to make sure that she was hooked. Then the free supply ended and Sarah was willing to pay the price, no matter how expensive.
Then Sarah’s downward spiral began. Her savings dwindled, and before Sarah realized what had happened, she was broke and almost out of MIX. Sarah asked Race, for a little bit until she was paid. Race said he could not give her some, but he would trade her a few days worth in exchange for oral sex. Sarah did not think twice about it. It did not take long before she had her next hit of MIX. That was when Sarah made the career change and became a prostitute. She went to the licensing office to apply for the license. As she filled out the application, she was disappointed to see “all applicants for licensing are required to take a drug test” printed on the bottom of the application. There was no way she could pass a drug test. Sarah walked out of the office disappointed, but still resolved to change her career.
The next night after Sarah’s shift at the club ended, Sarah took a hit of MIX and then she hit the street. What she did not know was that her first “customer” was a police officer.
“Hey there, looking for a good time?” Sarah asked.
“What did you have in mind?” the man asked.
“Anything you want, for the right price. Sex, a blow, anything you want for the right price.”
“Can I see you license?”
“I try to save my customer’s money by cutting out some of the expenses, like licensing fees.”
“How do you feel about handcuffs?”
“Ooh, aren’t you the kinky one?”
The man pulled out his cuffs. “Not here in the middle of the street!” Sarah protested.
“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed by the court. If you are convicted in a court of law, all of your rights regarding privacy will be revoked even after your release from your incarceration. Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?”
“Ooh, so you want to play police and the naughty girl?”
The officer showed her his badge and that was when Sarah knew that the game was over. After a brief search, the officer pulled out her baggie. “What have we here?” After a short test, the officer explained that she was under arrest for possession of a controlled substance and prostitution. Sarah was then loaded into a police cruiser.
The next several hours were nothing but a blur. At the processing center, she was strip-searched, given her prison uniform, and sent to a cell. During the night, the withdrawal symptoms started. While on MIX every sensation was transformed into pleasure, however the withdrawal was very different. Every sensation was now starting pain, becoming gradually worse and more intense. By the morning, Sarah was nothing more than a quivering mass on her bunk. She felt nauseous and whenever she opened her eyes, it felt as though someone was stabbing them with an ice pick. Sarah could also feel every square inch of her skin and it felt like she was freezing cold and burning hot at the same time. What little sleep she managed in this state were plagued by fever induced dreams.
Sarah dreamt of her childhood. Growing up the only daughter of an Irish mother and Japanese father, Sarah was never accepted by either side of her heritage. Sarah spent many hours playing alone when she was not in school or doing the numerous household chores that her father required of her. She dreamt of Angela. She had met Angela when she was nine and they quickly became best friends. Sarah was shy while Angela was outgoing. They were inseparable from the first day.
When the girls became teenagers, they became closer, talking about boys, dating, and make-up. Sarah’s first date was a double date that Angela had set up with her boyfriend’s best friend. The date went well, but Sarah did not feel at ease. Sarah never heard from the boy after that night.
When the girls entered high school, Sarah began to come out of her shell and quickly became one of the wild girls. Angela did not like the change and tried her best to keep Sarah out of any major trouble.
When she was fifteen years old, Sarah started hanging out with a group of students that were known trouble-makers. The head of the group, Eric, took an interest in Sarah. They started dating very quickly. Angela went with Sarah to a party at Eric’s house. Sarah was drinking that night. Angela tried her best to keep an eye on Sarah, but lost her at one point in the crowd. Frantically she searched the house looking for Sarah. Someone told her that Sarah was in Eric’s room. Angela walked into the room to see Sarah naked on her hands and knees. Eric was behind her making love to her while Sarah was performing oral sex on a girl lying on the bed. Angela left the room.
The next Monday at school, Angela asked Sarah about it. Sarah told Angela that she had lost her virginity that night and was deeply in love with Eric. Sarah and Eric continued dating and having some very wild sexual escapades until Sarah’s father found them in Sarah’s room making love. Sarah’s father was enraged. He grabbed Eric and threw him out of the house without even giving him his clothes. He then went into Sarah’s room. Sarah was crying on her bed, embarrassed and furious. When her father came in, Sarah grabbed her bedside lamp and threw it at him. The lamp missed her father crashing into the wall. Her father charged her and slapped her across her face. The strike was so hard that it knocked her off the bed. Sarah heard a loud pop from her arm when she hit the floor. Her father pinned her naked body to the floor and slapped her three more times.
“What is the meaning of this? I find you having sex with a boy in my house and then you throw the lamp at me!”
Sarah was crying and her arm hurt. She did not answer. Her father slapped her once more and left the room. Sarah curled up into a ball and cried for several hours. The next morning Sarah went downstairs. Her face was black and blue and her right forearm was very swollen. Her mother took her to the doctor and told the doctor that she had been beaten and raped. When Sarah protested that Eric did not do this, her mother told her to be quiet. The doctor checked Sarah and x-rayed her arm. Sarah’s arm was broken and the doctor put it into a cast.
Sarah did not go to school for the next couple of days. Angela came by to visit Sarah. She informed Sarah that Eric was arrested for raping her and asked if she was alright. Sarah told Angela what had happened breaking down and crying on Angela’s shoulder. Sarah’s father came home and called for Sarah to come downstairs. Angela went with her.
“Angela, Sarah’s mother and I need to speak to her in private.” Sarah’s father said.
“Okay Mr. Tokawa. Sarah call me if you need anything.” Angela left reluctantly.
Mr. Tokawa continued. “Your mother and I have decided to send you to a private school for girls. You will be leaving tomorrow morning.”
“But what about my friends? I don’t want to leave!” Sarah said as her tears began to flow.
“This is not up for discussion. The decision has been made and you are going.”
Sarah ran up to her room without another word. She called Angela and told her about the announcement. Angela did not know what to say. Sarah just cried. Angela tried her best to console her, but was able to do little to help. Sarah eventually said good-bye that her father was coming.
The next morning, Sarah’s mother came in and packed a few belongings into a bag without a word and Sarah’s father came to get Sarah. The drive to the school was completely silent.
Sarah hated the new school. The rules were very strict and the other girls were very mean towards her. On her fourth day of school, the second civil war had begun. Everyone was nervous, the attacks were occurring all around them. For the next two days, the war was all anyone could talk about. Then the news came over the loud speaker. Sarah’s hometown was bombed. Sarah froze in panic. She asked the teacher if she could call home to make sure her family was alright. The teacher nodded. Sarah raced to the office. When she called, there was no answer. She tried calling Angela’s house. Angela’s mother answered the phone and informed Sarah that the school was hit and Sarah’s house was as well. Angela was at the hospital, but the doctors did not know if she would survive. Sarah was devastated. Her family was gone and her best friend was at death’s door.
Sarah awoke. The guard came by to do the morning count. She was a tall and muscular woman with a harsh ring in her voice. The guard rapped on the bars of the cell and told Sarah to get up. Sarah reluctantly got out of her bunk and was barely able to stand. The guard, seeing Sarah’s condition, radioed for some guards to take her to the infirmary. Two guards came to her cell with a gurney. “Get on!” ordered one of the guards. Sarah complied without a word. The guards buckled three straps: one across Sarah’s shins, one across her waist, and one across her shoulders. Sarah winced each time they passed under the harsh lights. Even with her eyes closed the light was able to penetrate and cause the stabbing pain. Sarah was happy when the gurney stopped and the doctor appeared standing over her.
The doctor in the infirmary checked her and saw that she was emaciated, pale, and shivering, the typical condition for a MIX addict going through withdrawals. After starting the IV of fluid, the doctor called the warden to let him know that he had another MIX junky that just arrived and that he would be keeping her in the infirmary for the next couple of days.
Sarah drifted in and out of sleep during her time in the infirmary. Her dreams continued. Sarah received the call confirming her parent’s death and also was told that Angela in a coma. Angela’s mother offered to take care of Sarah as she did not know any of her family members. Her parents had enough money that she could stay at the school. She would go to Angela’s house during her breaks. Sarah spent her time on her breaks at Angela’s side in the hospital.
The war was over
quickly and the western half of the
Sarah reported for her first day of work and was surprised to find that the night club was a topless club. Sarah had a uniform that did not cover much, but the waitresses were not topless. Sarah was complaining one night that she was not making enough. That was when she met Meghan. Meghan was a dancer and told Sarah that was where the money was. Meghan began to work with Sarah teaching her some moves on their days off. Sarah got an audition and became a dancer. At first she was very embarrassed about being topless in front of the crowd, but after sometime, she became used to it. Sarah’s demure nature, beautiful face, and wonderful body quickly made her one of the favorite dancers at the club.
After 2 days in the infirmary her body strapped to the gurney and her mind trapped in the painful haze of withdrawal and memory, Sarah started to immerge from the fog.
Her court-appointed attorney, Mr. Ferguson, visited her in the infirmary. After hearing Sarah’s story, the attorney recommended that she plead guilty to the charges and he would see if he could get her a reduced sentence. She had no hope of winning the case.
The laws were very strict and harsh when it came to MIX. This drug made anything before it look like candy. The normal punishment for a first time offender for possession of MIX was up to ten years at hard labor. With the added prostitution charges to the drug charges, if she went to trial she could face as many as twelve years at hard labor. Mr. Ferguson told her that he would be back in a couple of days to let her know what the district attorney said.
After a week in the infirmary, Sarah’ drug induced mental fog finally lifted when the realization of what had happened hit her. Mr. Ferguson came by on the day that she was released from the infirmary and told her that the D.A. would reduce the charges but she was still looking at six years at hard labor if she pled guilty. Sarah thought about this until her arraignment two days later.
Two guards came to her cell and told her to step out. They wrapped a chain around her waist and placed a lock through one end of the chain. The other end of the chain was on the floor. They ran a pair of handcuffs through the chain around her waist and locked a cuff around each wrist. Then one of the guards knelt down and placed a second set of cuffs around her ankles locking the end of the chain that was on the floor to the middle of the chain connecting her ankles with another lock.
Sarah was led into the court room and was seated in a holding cell inside the court room with 15 other inmates. All of the inmates were in the same restraints as she. Sarah was doing alright until the court room opened and started to fill with people. Her embarrassment was unbelievable. What do these people think of me? Caged and chained. Sarah thought as she tried to hide her face.
“All
rise. This arraignment court is now in
session, the Honorable Judge White presiding.”
The Bailiff cried out. Everyone
in the court room rose and as the judge entered, Sarah felt the icy hand of
fear grip her. One by one, the inmates
were called. As they were called, they
were removed from the cage and brought before the judge. Sarah sat in the cell for over two hours
before her case was called. All the time
her fear and embarrassment never subsided.
The charges of Drug possession and unlicensed prostitution were read. When asked how what plea she would like to enter, Sarah answered “Guilty, your honor.” The D.A. then explained that she was pleading guilty in order to save The State the time and trouble of a trial and in exchange requested that she be given a reduced sentence of six years at hard labor. The judge considered this and the sentence was given and was to start immediately.
Sarah was taken from the court room and placed in another holding cell. She waited several more hours in the uncomfortable restraints until she heard a bus arrive. She and the other 8 prisoners were loaded on to the bus, each one having their restraints locked to rings bolted on the floor.
Sarah was in tears by the time bus arrived at the prison camp. She could see the other inmates wearing their security collars. There were men and women working in the fields. There was not a separate camp for men and women, just different housing facilities. Sarah was processed and had the regulations explained to her. The punishment for violating the regulations was additional time.
Sarah was stripped, scrubbed and hosed down. She then put her hair into the required braid. Then the security collar was placed around her neck and locked into place. The collars were designed so that there was no way to remove them without the key. Any attempt would send a GPS signal and would deliver a non-lethal electrical shock to disable the inmate. In addition, the lock could not be picked. In order to cut the hardened metal, a torch would be needed and the inmate would not be able to survive the cutting.
The work was grueling. Sarah was assigned to kitchens where she was to wash the dishes. There was no dishwasher so all of the dishes had to be washed by hand. The kitchens were hot and smelly. After her second day, Sarah debated whether she could take six years of this. When Sarah laid down that night, she was crying.
Her bunkmate, Lisa, heard the soft sobbing. “What’s wrong with you?” she inquired with an honest concern in her voice.
“I don’t think I can take six years of this. The kitchens are awful.”
“Hey now, you have to be strong. A six year sentence is nothing. I have been here for five years with another 10 to go. The kitchen is one of the cushier jobs here. I work in the stone quarry. The work is harder but you are out in the fresh air.”
“What did you do to get 15 years?
“I robbed a store. I was on that MIX stuff and needed the money to buy my next fix. I was lucky that I did not have any one me. Otherwise my sentence could be a lot longer. Look, let me see what I can do to get you moved to the quarry. The work is a little harder, but you will have someone to watch your back.”
Lisa was about average height, but she looked very muscular. Her braid of red hair fell to a few inches below her shoulder blades. Her body was lean and muscular from the work that she had done over the last five years.
Sarah smiled to herself. “You would do that?”
“Yeah, I know some people that can arrange it. It might make things a little easier on you to be out in the fresh air. Besides, things can get worse if you cross the wrong person. I have seen people beaten and raped and that was by the guards. Once I saw two girls start to fight and the guards just stood there and watched. They did not stop the fight until one of the girls was lying dead on the ground.”
Sarah gasped, “That is horrible. Did anyone get in trouble for it?”
“Yeah, the other girl in the fight spent 3 weeks in the hole and had her sentence extended by 3 years.”
“NO TALKING AFTER LIGHTS OUT LADIES!!” A guard cried out.
As Sarah drifted off into an uneasy sleep, she whispered, “If you can get me transferred, please do.”
Sarah was on her way to the kitchen on the fifth morning when she saw the flyer offering sentence reductions.
“Reduce your sentence to 1/3 of what you have left. Ministry of Justice is seeking volunteers for an experimental rehabilitation program. There is currently one opening for a female volunteer. If you are interested, inform one of the guards.”
Sarah informed the first guard she saw that she was interested in the sentence-reducing program. After her fourth 16-hour day working in the kitchens, Sarah was ready to do anything that could make her time shorter.
After her lunch break, a guard approached Sarah and told her to follow him. Sarah was led into a conference room used by attorneys meeting with clients. Sarah sat down in the chair that the guard indicated. Her arms were secured to the chair and the guard left the room. After what seemed like an eternity, a man walked into the room. He was attractive, but not overly handsome. He was about six feet tall and well muscled with his shoulder-length hair pulled back into a ponytail. Unbuttoning the jacket of his suit, he sat down across the table from Sarah and studied her for a few moments.
“So you are interested in reducing your sentence?” he asked in a voice like a song.
“Yes, sir, I would like to find out about the program.” Sarah was nervous. She wanted to get into this program.
“Well, the program is very simple. How long is your sentence?”
“Six years”, Sarah answered demurely.
“If you were to join my program, your sentence would be reduced to 2 years AND if you do well, you will have a job after your sentence in completed. I am sure you are fully aware of the difficulty that inmates have in finding jobs after their release.”
Sarah nodded.
“Now I ask you, what would you be willing to do or sacrifice in order to reduce your sentence to two years and have a job possibly waiting for you after your incarceration?”
After a moment of thought, Sarah replied, “I believe that I would be willing to do just about anything, sir.”
“Before I tell you about the program, I have to ask you some questions. What crime did you commit?”
“I was caught with MIX and prostitution without a license.”
“I assume that you are off of the drugs now?”
Sarah nodded.
He continued, “How is your health now that you are off of that awful substance?”
“I am feeling much better. My head is clear again and I have recovered from the side-effects.”
“What did you do for a living before your arrest?”
Sarah blushed slightly, “I was an exotic dancer for two years.”
“Do you have any family?”
“My parents were killed during the war. I have been on my own since I was 16. I do not have any other relatives that I know of.”
“Very well, the program that I am a part of is an experimental program designed by the Ministry of Justice. I am one of eight people who are a part of this program. Let me be honest with you. I have interviews with thirteen inmates that have expressed an interest in my program that meet the initial qualifications. I will be conducting the interviews today, and will explain how the program works. You will have two days to think about the program and decide if you are still interested. On the morning of the second day, you are to inform the guard if you are still interested. I will receive a list of the candidates that are still interested and make my decision from that list. Do you understand?”
Sarah nodded. He continued, “Very well, this is how the program works. You would be released into my custody. Before your release, you will have to sign a statement in which you agree to the terms. For a period of two years in your case, you will be my slave. You will be my property to do with as I see fit. You will have no rights during this period and refusal of any kind can result in punishments ranging from extension of your time, to corporal punishments, and even humiliating acts. You will live at my Manor. You will not be forced to wear that security collar, but instead will be implanted with a security chip that allows me to monitor your location and your vital signs. Now, in addition to the benefit of a reduced sentence, after your time is completed and if you do well, you will be offered a position as an assistant for the next inmate that I am to rehabilitate. Do you have any questions?”
Sarah nervously replied, “Yes. What kinds of duties would I be expected to perform?”
The man chuckled. “You will do whatever I ask of you, and I can ask you to do anything. This includes duties of a sexual nature. Sarah was visibly blushing by this time. The man reminded her that she had two days to decide, and left the room. After a few moments, a guard came in, released her, and escorted her back to the kitchens. For the rest of the day, Sarah thought about the proposal.
That night, she had trouble sleeping. Lisa heard Sarah tossing and turning.
“Do you mind settling down? I am trying to sleep up here.” Lisa said jokingly.
“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.” Sarah whispered back.
“Want to get it off your chest? Sometimes it can help.”
“Have you ever seen those flyers for the sentence reduction program?”
“Yeah, one of the girls in my crew had an appointment. She told us about the program. It sounds to me like some wrinkled old raisin of a man trying to get his jollies.”
Sarah started to giggle as the guards called for lights out. After a few more moments of thought, Sarah finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Sarah started towards the kitchens when a guard came up said, “Aren’t you the lucky one missy. You get to go to the quarry. Of course if you wanted to stay in the kitchen, I could arrange something for the right price.” The guard moved uncomfortably close and placed his hand on Sarah’s shoulder.
Sarah answered, “The quarry is fine, thank you.” She hurried off towards the quarry in case the guard had any ideas of taking advantage of her.
When Sarah arrived
at the quarry, Lisa came up and introduced Sarah to the other members of her
crew. Lisa pointed out that Sandy, an
amazon of a blonde, was the one that she had spoken of the previous night.
The work in the quarry was worse than kitchen. The heat was worse, the work was harder, but Sarah did look at the bright side, it did not smell nearly as bad.
Lisa was the unofficial supervisor of the crew. She had learned how to work with stone as a sculptor before her arrest. She gave Sarah a relatively easy job. All Sarah had to do all day was go back and forth to the well and bring buckets of water to keep the stone cutting wheel wet.
Later that
afternoon,
Two guards were at the scene very quickly and activated all three of the girls’ security collars, shocking and stunning them long enough for the guards to restrain them.
The girls were taken to the warden. They were placed in chairs with their wrists bound. The warden came in after a few moments. “Alright, what do we have here?”
One of the guards stepped forward. “These three girls were fighting sir.”
“Well this is going to be easy to handle, the three of you will have three months added to your sentences and will spend a week in the hole. That should cool those tempers.”
Sarah
spoke, “Sir,
The warden stood up and moved to the front of his desk. Leaning on the edge of his desk, he looked into Sarah’s eyes. “I do not give a rat’s ass who started the fight, what it was about, or why anyone else joined in. The three of you were involved in a fight in MY camp and the three of you will suffer the consequences.”
Sarah said, “I am also still interested, sir”
Chuckling, the warden answered. “If you think that by becoming part of the ministry’s pet project, you will be getting out of the hole earlier, think again. I run this prison and my word is law. Take them to the hole.”
As the guards released the bindings on the ladies, Sarah asked the warden a favor. “Sir, since Lisa was trying to protect me, if it is possible, I will spend an extra week in the hole so that she does not have to.”
Lisa was in shock. “Girl, don’t do that, you can not survive two weeks in the hole. Just let me take my week, and be done with it.”
The warden smiled, “Very well little lady.” Pointing at Lisa said, “Send her back to her work sight.” Pointing at Sarah said, “Two weeks in the hole.”
The hole was
nothing more than a box barely large enough for Sarah to sit up. Both girls were stripped bare of everything
except their security collars and placed in the boxes. As the doors of the boxes were closed, one of
the guards explained that they would get one meal a day, one mug of water a
day, and there was to be no talking. If
they heard either girl speak, it would be an extra day in the hole for each
time. During the day, the box was extremely
hot, and during the night, it was cold.
The hole was nothing but torture.
On the fourth morning, however, Sarah’s box was opened and the guard
took her out. As the guard led Sarah
away from the box, Sarah could hear
She was taken to the cleaning room where she was scrubbed and hosed down again and then was given a new uniform to put on. After she was dressed, she was taken to the conference room again but this time, she was not restrained.
The guard left the room. After what seemed like another eternity, the man walked in with her attorney, Mr. Ferguson. The man sat down across the table from Sarah and the attorney sat beside Sarah.
Mr. Ferguson spoke first. “Mr. Hawk has asked me to accompany him today to advise you and answer any legal questions that you might have.”
Mr. Hawk placed some papers on the table and slid them across to Sarah. “This is the agreement. I have made my decision and if you agree to all the terms in the contract, we will begin the process. I will leave you two alone to look over the agreement.” Mr. Hawk stepped out of the room.
Sarah looked over the contract and asked, “are there were any limits as to what he could do or order me to do.”
Mr. Ferguson looked at Sarah. “According to the agreement, you would become his property and would have no legal rights at all.”
“If I sign the contract, is there a way for me to get out of it if I change my mind.”
“Once the contract is signed, the only way it could be broken is by Mr. Hawk but only with a good and valid reason and if he ended the agreement, you would be returned to the prison camp and would have to serve the six years that you were originally sentenced too.”
Sarah thought about it for some time. “So he could kill me and get away with it?”
“No. He can not kill or intentionally disfigure you. He could cut you, have you tattooed, or even have parts of your body pierced. He can do pretty much anything that he wants up to cutting off parts of your body or killing you.”
After some more thought, she asked for a pen, and signed the contract. Mr. Hawk returned shortly after she signed. Smiled and explained that he would return to pick her up in four days. During that time, she would undergo the necessary tests and preparations. Mr. Hawk and the attorney left without another word.
Sarah was taken to
the infirmary. The doctor came in. During the next four days, she was tested for
every disease that Sarah could think of and some that she had never heard of
all of which came back negative.. She
was given an endurance test in which she walked on a treadmill for several
hours while the doctor monitored her heart rate, breathing and blood
pressure. She was given an I.Q. test and
a memory test which she did very well on.
On the morning of the fourth day, the doctor came in with two syringes
and told her to lie down. Sarah lay down
on the table. The doctor took the smaller syringe, injected it into her arm,
and explained that it was a birth control medication. The side effects were minimal, if any, and
that one added benefit to the shot was that she would not have a period for six
months and then she would need to have her next dose. The larger of the two
syringes was huge. The doctor said that
it had to be so large so that he could implant the security chip. Sarah gripped the sides of the examination
table and the doctor inserted the needle her neck. The pain was intense, but short and then the
security collar was removed. As she was
recovering from the shot,
A guard took Sarah to the washroom once more to be scrubbed and hosed off, but this time she was instructed to leave her hair loose, given a clean uniform, and then she was led to a waiting room near the entrance to the prison camp. She sat and waited there for what seemed like hours. Finally, the door opened and there was Mr. Hawk.
CHAPTER 2
“Follow me” was all that he said as he turned and walked out of the prison camp. Sarah followed him, happy to say farewell to the camp. Mr. Hawk stopped next to the door of a limo and looked at her pointedly. Sarah hesitantly reached out and opened the door to the limo. Mr. Hawk climbed in and told her to get inside the limo. Sarah climbed into the limo, shut the door and began to sit down in one of the plush seats. Before her bottom reached the seat, Mr. Hawk pushed her down onto the floor.
“Sitting on furniture and on the seats of my limo are privileges that you have not yet earned. If you are instructed to sit, you will kneel on the ground where I have pointed. Understand?” Sarah flushed as she nodded.
Sarah started to ask if there was anything he would like her to do, but before she could even begin to utter the second word, Mr. Hawk cut her off. “You will speak when spoken to. You will answer all questions verbally unless you are gagged or have been ordered silent. You are to refer to me as either ‘master’ or ‘sir’. Do you understand?”
Sarah replied, “Yes, sir.” Then she thought what have I gotten myself into?
Mr. Hawk told her to remove the uniform. When Sarah hesitated, he pulled out a short whip-like instrument that looked like it had at least 30 strands coming off of the handle. “This is a flogger. When I give you an order, you are to do it immediately. Any hesitation and I will use this.” He swung the flogger down and struck Sarah on her back. Even through the uniform and her hair, the flogger felt like she just got stung by 100 bees. “Now, take the uniform off.” His voice was calm, but Sarah quickly removed the uniform exposing her body completely to this man she hardly knew. Sarah could feel her body start to flush as the warmth of the blood rose in her until she felt like her entire body was on fire. Sarah moved her hands to cover her chest but Mr. Hawk was quick to instruct her, “You are not allowed to cover yourself, keep your hands at your sides or clasped behind your back.”
For the two hour ride, Mr. Hawk said nothing. Instead, he simply watched Sarah as she sat on the floor of the limo. Sarah felt very uncomfortable under his watchful gaze. As she glanced out of the windows from time to time, she saw that the limo was going deeper into the country. Mr. Hawk then instructed her to remove his shoes and massage his feet. Sarah complied with the request quickly, going up to her knees to get a good position. She massaged his feet for about thirty minutes. He then instructed her to replace his shoes. As soon as she replaced his shoes, the limo stopped, and Mr. Hawk pointed at the door of the limo. Sarah opened the door and started to climb out when Mr. Hawk grabbed her hair and pulled her back into the limo. The pain was sharp, unexpected, and caused Sarah to let out a little yelp.
“You will open doors for me and then follow me through.” Mr. Hawk said in a stern voice then he got out of the limo. Sarah followed him.
A lovely lady
wearing a black skirt, vest, and high heels with long blond hair came out to
meet them. As she bowed, this beautiful
woman said, “Greetings, my Lord.” Then
her attention moved to Sarah, who felt her uneasiness increase. Sarah noticed that this lady had a single
lock of hair that was bright red. “I am
Mr. Hawk looked
wearily at Sarah. “You are to refer to
“Why do I have to crawl?” Sarah asked almost in tears from the humiliation of her situation.
A single tear ran
down Sarah’s cheek as she felt the welts begin to sting. “Yes Madame, I understand.” As
Next, they went
into the laundry room.
“Unless the Master is present in this room with you, you are free to stand, move as you please, and can talk.”
Sarah did not wait to stand up and rub her sore knees. The carpet throughout the house was soft, but the crawling was not easy.
Sarah looked at
Sarah went to the
closet and saw that it was full of clothes.
She took a robe off of its hanger and put it on. Then she went and plopped down on the pillows
and began to cry. This day had been
harder than any that she spent at the prison camp. Never had she felt such humiliation.
“I was head strong and rebellious. Paid for it too, my first three days were spent in the Punishment Room. But eventually I learned to do as I was told, and I moved up from slave to assistant and given the badge of my office.” As she said that, she touched the bright red lock of hair. “Now I have a bed that to sleep in, I can wear what I want, and do not have to do any of the chores. I will tell you that I am not here to be your friend. I have a job to do. But I am allowed to help you while we are alone in our chambers. Do you have any questions?”
Sarah thought for a moment as her tears subsided. “Not right now. I might later if that is alright.”
“That is
fine.”
“Do I have to stay on my hands and knees while I am doing my chores?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, unless you
can not complete the chore in that position.
You may stand up to do the dishes and polish some of the higher
furniture. But if the Master comes into
the room, you must stop what you are doing and go into the position you are
supposed to be in. The Master is kind,
but strict. He can also be very creative
when it comes to punishments. Well, it
is time for us to go to bed.”
“If I am free in this room, then why am I being chained to the wall?” Sarah asked.
“This is to keep you from wandering around the house at night and to teach you control over your body.”
“But what if I have to go to the restroom?”
“You wait until
the morning. That is part of the control
that you have to learn.”
Sarah did not sleep at all that first night. Instead she lay on her pillow bed and cried. Just when Sarah felt sleep starting to drift over her, Brittany came in and turned on the light. Without a word, she unlocked the chains and removed the leather bands then walked out.
Sarah got up and went into the shower. She washed and conditioned her hair and washed her body as instructed. She dried off, brushed her hair and went out to start her daily chores.
Crawling she left her room and went into the kitchen. She thought that fixing breakfast would be best to do first. There was a menu for the day on the counter. She prepared the fruit and fixed three bowls as instructed and then set the table. Sarah placed the three bowls in the refrigerator, thinking that the Master would not want her to eat before she was instructed to do so.
She walked into
the greeting room and started to clean.
She had finished the greeting room when she heard the Master call for
her in the kitchen. She came running
into the room so as not to keep the Master waiting. The look on his face concerned her. She realized that she was not on her hands
and knees as she was supposed to be.
Sarah felt herself flush and quickly dropped to her hands and
knees. Brittany and Mr. Hawk were
sitting at the table. Sarah crawled over
to the refrigerator and retrieved two of the bowls and moved over to the table
still on her knees and gently placed the two bowls on the table. She returned to the refrigerator and
retrieved the third bowl and started to place it on the table.
Mr. Hawk mused, “
“No My Lord, I would not give her a privilege without your approval.”
Sarah wondered how am I supposed to eat without my hands? But the answer came very quickly. She set the piece of fruit back into the bowl. Sighing and moving her hair over one shoulder, she put her hands on the floor and leaned into her bowl. As she ate, Sarah could feel her skin redden with the blush to which she was becoming accustomed. She ate very slowly. It was not easy to degrade herself in this manner, but she was very hungry.
Sarah managed to
get only a couple of bites before Mr. Hawk announced that he was finished. Sarah kept trying to eat when she felt the
flogger across her back. The strike
stung a lot more when her skin was bare.
“I am going to the
office.” Mr. Hawk announced. “
“Breakfast is
over, wench. That means you are done
eating.”
“Yes, Madame,”
replied Sarah putting the remaining fruit into the garbage disposal and then
she finished the dishes. Sarah went to
the living room and dining room and did the prescribed cleaning always under
the watchful gaze of
Once the bedroom
was complete, Sarah went into the bathroom.
“Open you mouth!”
Sarah was
mortified. It was one thing to be forced
to crawl on her hands and knees like a dog while completely naked, but to be
turned into essentially a human toilet brush was something else. Sarah balked and tears started to run down
her cheek.
As
Sarah began to
clean
Sarah was exhausted by this time. She had a couple of hours before the Master was supposed to be home, so Sarah decided to take a nap. She crawled to her pillow pile and sank into their softness.
Sarah was abruptly
awakened by Mr. Hawk calling for her.
She opened her eyes just as
Sarah crawled up to him and sat there with her head bowed. She tried to exude regret and sorrow through her very posture. Mr. Hawk looked pointedly down at her and then walked into the living room. Sarah followed closely behind him. Mr. Hawk ordered Sarah to fix him a drink. Sarah crawled over to the bar and stood up only long enough to pour the ingredients for the drink he had ordered. Then she returned to her already sore knees and crawled over to Mr. Hawk. Bowing her head, she extended her hands to present the drink to him. Mr. Hawk took a sip of the drink and then placed it in the middle of Sarah’s back. The cold of the glass startled Sarah, but she managed not to wiggle so the drink did not spill. Mr. Hawk began to read the newspaper, periodically taking a sip from the glass, but always replaced it on Sarah’s back. Once he finished the drink and the newspaper, he instructed Sarah to take care of the glass and return. Sarah carefully reached behind her and grabbed the glass. Crawling to the kitchen as quickly as she could, she stumbled in her haste. The glass hit the hard tile of the kitchen and shattered. Sarah was mortified. She got the broom and dustpan and swept the broken glass up and threw it away. Her first instincts told her to run, but she knew better and slowly returned to the Master’s side.
“Why did you break the glass?” He said in a calm tone.
“I did not mean too, sir, it was an accident.” She replied on the verge of tears.
“You were told to take care of the glass, and now the glass is broken. The accident was caused by your carelessness. Therefore, it is your fault.” With that, the Master got up and left the room. Sarah followed him quickly and as she turned the corner to the slave’s quarters, she looked in horror as he led her into the Punishment Room.
Sarah sat there for a moment staring in disbelief. It was an accident, she told herself. Surely he could not punish me for an accident.
“I am waiting,
wench.” The Master said from inside the
Punishment Room. Sarah slowly followed
Mr. Hawk into the Punishment Room. The
walls were covered in black leather were lined with numerous contraptions.
Sarah could see Mr. Hawk walking around her. “You are to count each strike,” showing her a heavy looking wooden paddle. With that, Mr. Hawk began to strike Sarah repeatedly with the paddle on her bottom. Sarah counted each one aloud and remembered to use “Sir” after each one. After twenty, the Master stopped and asked, “Whose fault was it that the glass broke?”
“It was an accident, sir, I promise.” Sarah replied through the tears that were building up behind her eyes.
“That is the wrong answer, begin counting again.” Mr. Hawk began to strike again. Each strike began to feel as if it left fire where it landed. Sarah counted and after another 20 strikes Mr. Hawk stopped.
“Whose fault was it that the glass broke?” He asked again calmly.
“It was mine sir; I was clumsy and dropped it.” Sarah said.
“That is much
better. Now that you have learned to
take responsibility for your actions, we can begin your punishment.” Sarah felt her heart sink at those words. Didn’t
she just receive punishment? She
thought. The straps were released from
her body and
The flogging continued. Sarah had lost count of how many times the flogger had struck her. She was getting lost in the sensation of the pain. Her knees buckled but she was kept upright by the chains around her wrists. The chains started to dig into her wrists and Sarah thought that she was going to pass out. The flogging stopped. After a moment, Sarah was able to stand up again and the chains were released. Sarah crumpled into a heap on the floor.
“I will expect
better of you tomorrow. You will meet me
tomorrow when I get home from work holding a flogger in your mouth. You will then be flogged for not meeting me
there today. Hopefully that will help
you remember. Now get out of my sight,
wench.” Mr. Hawk left the room.
The next morning
When Mr. Hawk walked through the door, Sarah was on her hands and knees by the door holding a flogger in her mouth. Mr. Hawk smiled as he said, “Good girl.” He took the flogger and took his seat in the living room. Sarah followed him and positioned herself so that her back was facing him and braced herself for the flogging. As promised, Mr. Hawk gave her ten quick and hard strikes and then set the flogger down.
Sarah prepared and served dinner once she was told to do so. After dinner she cleared the dishes and Mr. Hawk ordered her to follow him. He went into his bedroom where he removed his clothes and laid down on his large bed. Sarah was nervous until Mr. Hawk ordered her to give him a massage. Relief washed over Sarah as she climbed up onto the bed and began to work the tension out of his shoulders and back. Once his back was good and relaxed, she started on his legs. After his legs and feet were relaxed, he turned over and she started on his chest. Mr. Hawk was fairly well muscled, so it took some time to work through the tension. At the end of the massage, Sarah realized that Mr. Hawk was erect. She felt herself blush. Mr. Hawk smiled and told her to massage him there as well. He wanted her to get rid of all of the tension in his body. Sarah was reluctant but the welts on her back and bottom reminded her that she needed to comply. She wrapped her hand around his member and started to slowly pump up and down. After a little while, she changed positions and her long soft hair gently brushed against Mr. Hawk. He let out a quiet moan of pleasure.
Hearing his pleasure from the contact with her hair, she removed her hand long enough to wrap his manhood in her hair and the clasped her hand around him again and started caressing. “Oh, that is a good girl.” He moaned softly. Mr. Hawk started to writhe a little under her touch and she looked around quickly for a towel to catch his semen but there was not one around. The last thing that she wanted to do was make a mess in his bed, so when he began to orgasm, she covered the tip of his member with her mouth and sucked all of the fluid into her mouth and swallowed it. After his climax, Mr. Hawk laid there without moving for several minutes enjoying the relaxation that accompanied his climax. Finally he stood up and told her to turn down his covers. She complied and he climbed in and she covered him. “You are dismissed.” The statement came so casually that it almost seemed like she had not just pleasured him.
Sarah
crawled out of his room and down the hall to her chambers. She was angry. He did not even thank her for her
attentions.
Sarah
looked a little embarrassed. “I did not
think about it that way.”
The
rest of the week, Sarah’s days were almost identical. She did her chores, kept up with the laundry
and prepared meals, all under the watchful eye of
Sarah viewed
One night during their down time, Sarah started to ask some questions. “So how does a slave here get more privileges?”
“Once you get a privilege, can they be taken away?”
“Yes. The Master will only take away a privilege if it is being abused. If you misbehave, then he will punish you.”
“So what happens after my time as a slave is done?”
“Well, after your reduced sentence is completed, you will probably be offered a position as an assistant like me. You would still be under the control of the Master, but you get to wear clothing of your own choosing and have some say in how you wear your hair. I will be an assistant for one year. If I do well, I could be offered a position as a rehabilitationist. I would move over to the guest wing and be able to choose a slave of my own.”
“That sounds like it could be fun.”
“Good night Sarah, get some sleep.” Sarah was chained to the wall and sleep found her quickly.
Her evenings were spent with the Master entertaining him in any way that he wished. One night she did a lap dance for him and another night she and Brittany kissed and touched each other while he watched. It was strange to her, but she accepted her position with a strange sense of joy.
CHAPTER 3
The
weekend came. Mr. Hawk did not go to
work after breakfast. Instead, he called
for Brittany and Sarah to come into his chambers.
Mr.
Hawk began, “We are going out this evening.
The Rehabilitation Group is meeting at one of the other manors.
“Yes,
you are my assistant now and will be attending me in that capacity at the
meeting tonight. Sarah will be there as
one of the subjects. I do expect for
both of you to be on your best behaviors.
Now the two of you need to get ready.
“Now that we are alone, I would like for you to have your hair braided in such a way that your badge of position,” touching her bright red lock, “is displayed. Remember that you are still under me and so you still need to show the other specialists the respect that you show me. However, you do not have to follow any orders other than mine.”
Sarah
reached her chambers. She was
nervous. She had become accustomed to
being naked in front of Brittany and the Master. But tonight, there would be many others
there.
Sarah
went into her room and picked out a beautiful silk robe. When she put the robe on, it almost felt
strange to her to be wearing any clothing at all. She brushed out her hair, noting that the
ends were looking a little ragged and felt that she needed to get her hair
trimmed. When
“Oh,
the Master will notice very soon and will make arrangements to deal with
it. What ever you do, do not cut it
yourself. That will really piss him
off.”
Sarah
acknowledged what she had been told and finished getting ready. While she was waiting to be summoned, she
heard
“Are you okay?” Sarah asked.
“The Master wants me to braid my hair so that my red lock is displayed and I can not get my hair do it. Are you any good at braiding hair?”
“Let
me see what I can do.” Sarah commented
starting to brush
After a couple of
attempts to braid
Brittany
and Sarah went to the door,
The ride lasted for about an hour. When the limo stopped and Sarah opened the door, she was looking at another manor house, just as extravagant as the Master’s but different in style. Sarah waited for the other two to exit and then got out of the limo and closed the door. Running ahead of the other two, Sarah rang the doorbell and stepped to one side to make room for her Master and Brittany.
A man dressed in a tuxedo opened the door, bowed his head and bid them to enter. Once inside the door, Sarah quickly removed the robe that she was allowed to wear outside and went down to her hands and knees and crawled following her Master and Brittany. They went into a huge dining room. Sarah saw that there were twelve chairs surrounding the table. Eight of the chairs had mats a few feet behind them. There were other guests in the room as well as other slaves. There were men and women alike on their hands and knees. Sarah followed her Master closely as she did not want to lose him in the small crowd and possibly make him look bad. Most of the slaves had collars and leashes that their Masters or Mistresses held, but Sarah was one of two slaves that were not leashed. Her Master began to talk to one of the Mistresses who had a buff looking male slave on a leash. He asked her how her new slave was behaving.
“I
swear I do not know what to do with him.
He is headstrong and refuses to submit.
I have to punish him daily.
Either he is stupid and forgets even the simplest list of chores or
likes the punishment. If he does not
straighten up soon” she glared down at him giving the leash a sharp tug “I will
have no choice but to return him to the prison camp.” Sarah saw her slaves eyes widen at the final
comment. “So I see that
“Thank
you Madame. I am honored for the chance
to help my Master as much as he has helped me.”
The
door to the room once again opened and a man with a red-headed female slave on
a leash entered. The Mistress that her
Master had been speaking with requested that everyone take a seat at their
places at the table. Her Master found
his seat and
There was a long discussion at the table concerning punishment methods, training techniques, and what privileges should be given when. Then each of the Masters or Mistresses took a turn to tell the room a little about their slaves, including what each was arrested for, how long they were sentenced, and how the slave was doing. Sarah did not care much to hear about the other slaves’ pasts, but she listened intently and tried to remember their names and how they well they were doing. When her Master spoke, she listened intently to all he said.
“Sarah
was arrested for drug possession and prostitution and was sentenced to six
years at hard labor. She was at the
prison for about a week when she got into a fight with another inmate and had
an extra three months added to her sentence.
She has had a little bit of a rough start, but I have only had to punish
her twice in her first week. I remember
that I had to spend the first three evenings with
Eventually,
several carts were brought into the room.
There was one placed in front of each of the slaves. Those who were leashed to the walls had their
leashes removed from their collars. Once
all of the slaves were un-tethered and all of the carts were in place, the
slaves were told to present their Masters or Mistresses with their
dinners. Sarah went quickly to the cart
and found the two plates for her Master and Brittany. Moving quickly but carefully, Sarah placed the
two plates in front of their intended recipients. Then moving back towards the cart, she saw
the bowl with food for her. She took it
back to her mat and began to eat while watching her Master and
Sarah
finished her dinner as quickly as she could in between refilling the small
goblets for her Master and Brittany.
Once she was finished, she placed her bowl on the cart and waited on the
other two. The Master and Brittany were
taking their time. Once they finished,
Sarah crawled over to the table and took their plates back to the cart. As soon as everyone had finished their
dinners and the plates were back on the carts, everyone that was at the table
picked up their goblets and moved to the sitting room.
The conversations seemed to take on a lighter tone in the sitting room. The business portion of the meeting had been completed in the dining room. The Masters and Mistresses sat for several hours discussing everything from the weather to the state of The State. Sarah and the other slaves were kneeling on the floor refilling the drinks as requested. It was during one of these refills that a male slave knocked over the goblet of his Mistress right into her lap. Her beautiful dress was stained with the red wine from the goblet. Then her slave made a larger mistake, he started to laugh uncontrollably. The Mistress, furious, began to yell at her slave. “What in the hell do you think you are laughing at you clumsy oaf?!? You are going to be punished worse than you can imagine.” The slave stopped laughing quickly and dropped down to his hands and knees, but Sarah could still see him heaving with laughter. She clapped her hands twice and two very muscular men came into the room. “May I borrow your enforcers Mrs. Python?” The lady asked of the hostess.
“By all means, Mrs. Tiger, you know you do not need to ask.”
“Pin him down on his back boys. We are going to have a little show.”
The two muscular men grabbed the laughing slave and forced him down to the ground face up, one holding his arms and the others holding his legs.
Mr. Hawk spoke up at this time. “Ladies, I have a wonderful idea for a punishment for your slave if I may be so bold.”
Mrs. Tiger looked at Mr. Hawk and simply raised an eyebrow to him.
“Why don’t we let my little Sarah here tease him to the edge of climax repeatedly but not allow him to orgasm. She is very talented with her hands and mouth.”
Sarah blanched at her Master’s suggestion. Mrs. Tiger’s face turned into the wickedest smile that Sarah had ever seen. “I like the way you think Mr. Hawk. My little Robert here has a very difficult time climaxing if he has been teased too much and further attention becomes very painful for him at that point. You do not mind letting me borrow your little Sarah do you?”
“I would not have offered the suggestion if I minded. By all means, Sarah, I want you to tease that little bastard. Do not let him climax or you will be punished.”
Sarah looked at her Master and answered, “As you wish Sir.” She crawled over to the pinned man and sat next to him. Gently wrapping her fingers around his already erect member, she slowly and rhythmically she began to move her hand up and down, pumping him gently.
“Harder Sarah, I want you to go harder!” cried Mrs. Tiger.
“Please be patient Mrs. Tiger” sang the voice of her Master. “She knows what she is doing and believe me, Robert may be enjoying it now, but she knows exactly when to stop. Do continue Sarah.” Sarah smiled remembering her training as an exotic dancer. She learned how to read a man’s reaction so that she could give him a lap dance and be able to stop the grinding right as he was on the edge.
Sarah continued stroking slowly and gently watching Robert’s face the entire time. Robert started to writhe under the pumping and just when one more downward pump would send him over the edge, Sarah removed her hand. Robert struggled against his building frustration. Sarah leaned down and gave Robert a deep long kiss while his body calmed down.
After giving Robert a few moments to relax, Sarah wrapped her hair around his member and began to stroke him again. This time the stroking was a little harder and a little faster. It did not take long before Robert was writhing under her attentions again and with her perfect timing Sarah stopped and removed her hair just before sending Robert over the edge into a state of bliss. Robert arched his back this time and let out a slight moan.
What surprised Sarah was that she found she was getting excited herself at giving this other slave his punishment. Sarah ran her soft hands up Robert’s member a couple of times giving just a moment’s rest in between strokes. Sarah then leaned over Robert’s member, flicked the tip with her tongue and then slowly moved so that the length of her hair brushed against Robert’s throbbing member. Robert displayed his enjoyment, releasing a soft moan. Sarah repeated the action, this time paying a little attention to one of his erect nipples while her hair was still entwined around his member.
Sarah moved quickly and with her hair still around Robert’s base, she opened her mouth and took in his entire length. Robert gasped at the sudden intensity of the sensation. Sarah did not move her head, but instead began to run her tongue up and down his length. Robert was on the edge once again and tried not to show any signs, but just as he thought he would climax, Sarah once again stopped.
“You bitch!” Robert cried out to the gasping horror of the others in the room.
“Gag him!” Mrs. Tiger commanded pointing to two of the other female slaves in the room. One of the two slaves was handed a silken scarf. They both Knelt by Robert’s head and placed the scarf over his mouth. With a little effort, they were able to force him to open his mouth and then the two ladies held the scarf in place by pinning it to the floor with their hands.
Sarah looked up at Mr. Hawk with pleading eyes.
“Do you wish something my little Sarah?” He said in response to her plea.
“Sir, may I give him a dance? I believe that will be very teasing for him and I hope it will also please the others in the room. I ask only because I will need to rise from my place in order to do it.”
Mr. Hawk scanned the room and received a very positive reaction from her request. “Yes you may. But make sure it is a good one. If you would be so kind as to provide us with some music, Mrs. Python, something energetic?” The music began to play. “You may begin Sarah.”
Upon hearing the music, Sarah began to slowly rise with the beat. Moving her body almost as a belly dancer would. Her hips swayed with the beat of the music while her hands and head moved to the melody. She moved so that she was standing over Robert. She bent down quickly and with a careful rotation of her neck, brought her hair down in a lashing stroke across his chest and then stood straight again. Slowly lowering her body so that she was almost sitting on his stomach, Sarah let her fingernails glide down his muscular chest. She leaned forward as if to kiss him, but stopped just short of his mouth and then slid her entire body down a few inches. Robert moaned as her weight forced his member to point toward his feet. Sarah began to move her hips up and down as if she was making love to him, but he was not inside of her. When Sarah was a dancer, this move did not do much to excite her due to her panties, but completely naked, her clitoris was rubbing up and down Robert’s member.
She continued this torture for some time. Robert went from moans of enjoyment to signs of discomfort. Sarah had managed in a very short time to achieve Mrs. Tiger’s goal of getting Robert so excited that he would be unable to orgasm and the teasing was now beginning to hurt. By this time, Sarah felt like she was on the edge of her own climax.
“Stop!” The command came from Mr. Hawk. “Mrs. Tiger, do you feel like your little Robert has had enough? I fear my little Sarah might climax if she continues. If you do not feel that Robert has had enough, then I would suggest we give Sarah a little reward by letting her climax while fully riding your little Robert.” Robert’s eyes went wide, and he was trying his best to plead with Mrs. Tiger through the gag. Sarah was a little nervous about the suggestion. The teasing and dancing were one thing, she used to be an exotic dancer, but to make love to someone while all of these people watched was almost too much.
Mrs. Tiger thought for a moment and then smiled. “I think that Sarah does deserve a reward. Sarah I want you to make love to Robert until you are fully satisfied. Remove the gag. I want to hear his moaning and begging.”
Sarah looked at Mr. Hawk. All he did was nod to her. Sarah lifted herself up enough and slid down Roberts throbbing manhood. She was so excited from the dance that just taking him inside of her almost pushed her over the edge. She began to move her hips up and down enjoying the sensations of pleasure she was feeling. After a few moments, Sarah began to climax. As her climax began Robert let out a moan of pain due to the Sarah’s muscles tightening around his member. Sarah let out a scream of pleasure as she climaxed riding Robert hard and faster. Sarah did not stop though, she wanted more. She said fully satisfied, Sarah reminded herself.
Sarah kept on riding poor Robert who was now struggling in pain against the enforcers. Sarah felt her second climax building quickly. Without warning the wave of pleasure that had been building crashed over her sending her into throws of passion. Her second climax seemed to last for an hour and as she was coming down from her ecstasy, she could hear Robert begging his Mistress to forgive him.
Slowing down, Sarah looked at Mrs. Tiger. “Are you fully satisfied my dear?” She asked Sarah.
“If it would please Madame, I would like to have one more. This feels wonderful.”
Mrs. Tiger smiled, “Very well then, one more.”
Sarah began to speed up again much to Robert’s protests. As she began to feel her third climax build up, she heard Mrs. Tiger speak. “Now then Robert, how does this feel?”
“It hurts, Madame. It hurts a lot. Please tell her to stop.” Robert answered with a whining tone in his voice. Sarah started to feel a little guilty. She did not realize that Robert was in as much pain as he was.
“And what have we learned from this experience?”
“That I need to be more careful in the future Madame and that if I make a clumsy mistake, I need to do everything I can to fix it.”
“Is that all you learned?”
“I also learned that I should never laugh at the mistakes I make, especially if my clumsiness affected you Madame.”
“Sarah is going to have her last orgasm and then she is going to stop. I hope that you will do better in the future.”
“I will, Madame, I promise.”
Sarah was on the edge when their conversation had finished. Part of her felt guilty for putting Robert in so much pain, but there was another part of her that was very pleased at the fact that Mrs. Tiger and Mr. Hawk were satisfied at the job she was doing. She decided to hold her last climax off for as long as she could. When she could no longer hold her release, the flood gate of pleasure was opened and Sarah had another screaming orgasm.
With her third
orgasm coming to an end, Sarah climbed off of Robert and crawled over to Mr.
Hawk who greeted her with a smile and a nod.
“Well done, my little Sarah. Well
done.”
Sarah spent the
rest of the time in the sitting room in a relaxed state of bliss. It was some time later that Mr. Hawk and
CHAPTER 4
“Oh no, I have to get breakfast ready before the Master awakens!” Sarah exclaimed with panic in her voice.
“Don’t worry
sweetie, I have been awake for a little while and made breakfast so that you
could sleep in.”
“Well, I need to take my shower and get ready.” Sarah stretched and rose leaving the serenity of her pillow pile for the day. After Sarah was showered and ready for the day, she began her cleaning regiment.
Sarah had finished
the greeting room, dining room, and living room before the Master emerged from
his chambers. He summoned Sarah to the
kitchen. Sarah crawled into the kitchen
and went to the refrigerator to retrieve the breakfast that
Mr. Hawk told Sarah to answer the door. Sarah had become used to her position and lack of clothing that she was no longer embarrassed when at the manor house. However her unease returned as she crawled towards the door. Sarah knelt by the door and opened it to see a strange man with a large bag standing at the door. Without a word, he walked in. Sarah closed the door behind the man. Sarah bowed her head as she could not bring herself to look at this strange man.
“Take me to your Master, girl.” His voice sounded almost like a growl.
“Yes sir.” Sarah replied and began to crawl to the kitchen where her master was waiting.
Upon entering the room, Mr. Hawk stood up and extended his hand. “Thank you Sam for coming on such short notice. Brittany and that one,” pointing at Sarah, “both need to get their hair trimmed.”
“You know all you
have to do is call, Mr. Hawk. I am
always happy to help you.” Turning his
attention to
“I am well, Sam. Thank you for asking.”
“So what are we doing with your lovely hair today?”
Sam told Sarah to
pull one of the chairs to the middle of the kitchen and to kneel behind
it. Sarah did as she was
instructed. Sam opened his bag and
removed a comb, a brush, a pair of scissors, and a spray bottle. “Hold out your hands, girl.” Sarah raised
herself up a little and held her hands flat with her palms up. Sam placed the items onto her hands and then
reached in the bag and removed an apron, then motioned for
Sam then removed the items from Sarah’s hands and told her to sit in the chair. Sarah glanced over to Mr. Hawk who simply nodded. “So what are we doing with this mop?
Sarah was appalled. “Just a trim sir, thank you.” She answered but her tone was very indignant.
“I wasn’t talking to you, girl. Mr. Hawk, what are we doing with this mop?”
Mr. Hawk thought for a moment. “Keep as much of the length as you can, but other than that, have fun.” Mr. Hawk changed his attentions to Sarah. “I will deal with your impudence later.”
Sarah bowed her
head and felt the blood rush to her skin in the blush that she was becoming
accustomed wearing. Sam took the spray
bottle and proceeded to completely wet Sarah’s hair. Sam seemed to be very careful while working
on
“So what do you think Mr. Hawk? Is it to your liking?”
Mr. Hawk circled Sarah several times before he smiled and replied. “It is very nice as usual Sam. You are a true artist.”
“You flatter me Mr. Hawk.”
“How much do I owe you?”
“The usual for
“I will call Mrs. Python and make the necessary arrangements then. Thank you again for coming on such short notice.”
“Well, I need to go. I have a date with a truly scrumptious morsel that I need to get ready for.”
“Very well, Sam, have a good time. Sarah, see my friend out.”
Sarah slid from the chair onto the floor and noticed how much of her hair was on the floor. She could feel the anger starting to rise.
“I am waiting, girl.” Sam announced.
Sarah crawled to the door and opened for Sam. She had never been happier to see someone leave. Sarah always had always taken pride beautiful hair and for this bastard to insult her as he did filled her with a rage she had never felt before. His words hurt her badly. Sam bid Mr. Hawk farewell again and left.
Sarah quickly closed the door and then saw her reflection in the mirror behind the door. She had never been a fan of layered hair styles however; she had to admit that the style that Sam had given her really complimented her facial features and looked really good. With that realization, her anger quickly subsided and was replaced by guilt for the way she had treated him.
Sarah crawled back into the kitchen and began to sweep the hair up. The only thoughts that ran through her mind were about the way she had treated Sam and what the punishment would be for her attitude. There was no hope that had not noticed her attitude. Her only choice was to accept whatever punishment that he saw fit to give her.
As Sarah finished sweeping the hair on the kitchen floor, she could hear that the Master and Brittany were talking. As hard as she tried to fight the urge to listen, her curiosity overpowered her.
“I mean no disrespect
sir, but Sam was very harsh in the way that he treated Sarah. I feel that her attitude was justified.”
“I do hear what you are saying Brittany, but Sarah disrespected a friend of mine and a guest in my manor. It is for this reason that I have chosen such an extreme punishment. Now remember your place. I will ask for your opinion, but if I give you an order, you are expected to follow it. You are only an assistant and therefore still subject to be punished.”
“Yes sir, I understand. I will go and prepare the items you requested in the punishment room.”
Sarah crawled away
from the door as quickly as she could. She
managed to reach the dustpan by the trash can before
The Master entered
the kitchen as
“Yes sir. I regret speaking to your friend in the harsh manner that I used. I will not ask for forgiveness or mercy and willingly accept whatever punishment you see fit to give me.”
The Master almost seemed shocked by her words but did not let it show. Sarah crawled, with her head still bowed, following the Master as he walked into the Punishment Room. Sarah did not raise her head when he stopped. She remained motionless even though she was terrified. She was determined to accept the punishment that the Master saw fit to give her hoping that it would help to alleviate the guilt that was haunting her as her words played over in her head.
Sarah was ordered
to stand. She slowly allowed herself to
rise from the floor, never raising her head, until she was standing in the
middle of the Punishment Room. Sarah’s
hands were bound by heavy leather shackles in front of her. There were three heavy chain links between
the shackles with a clip of some kind attached to the middle link. The Master then ordered Sarah to stand near
the wall by
The Master
connected the clip from her wrist bindings to a cable that descended from the
ceiling. Sarah heard a strange sound as
the electric motor of the wench started to wind the cable causing Sarah’s
wrists to begin to rise. Her wrists
continued to rise until she was standing on her toes with her arms stretched
high above her. Sarah was happy that her
hair was covering her face so that she did not see what was going to happen to
her. The motor kept running and Sarah’s
feet were lifted off of the floor. Her
shoulders began to hurt almost immediately.
Sarah could see that she was suspended about three feet off of the
floor.
The Master connected a second cable to the clip in the middle of the bar and then started a second wench began to run and started to raise her legs. As her legs were being raised, her arms were lowered a few feet. When the wenches stopped, Sarah was suspended from her wrists and the bar between her ankles like a hammock. Sarah was very uncomfortable in this new position. The fact that the shield of hair she was using to keep her from seeing what was going on around her had fallen down cascading loose behind her did not help.
Sarah’s skin was not the only part of her body growing warm. She began to feel the warmth of excitement between her mercilessly stretched legs. The wax continued to be poured across Sarah’s exposed torso. Sarah was unable to move to avoid the wax instead could brace herself before each candle. The wax eventually covered Sarah’s entire stomach and the new wax no longer burned as it was poured on over the existing wax.
“How does it feel wench?” The Master’s voice rang out piercing the pain that was beginning to haze Sarah’s mind.
“It hurts Sir. My skin feels like it is on fire.” Sarah replied panting.
Sarah had no sooner replied when the Master poured more wax on the mostly exposed skin of her breasts. The only wax that was on her breasts up to that point had been the small spots that had splashed from her stomach. Sarah’s control faded at the intensity of the burning on the sensitive skin of her breasts. Sarah let out a quiet gasp and a tear began to run down her cheek. More wax was applied to her breasts covering them like her stomach. Sarah’s breathing at this point became erratic, somewhere between panting and gasping. She was covered in wax completely from her neck to her waist and the covered skin was on fire from the light burns the hot wax had caused. Sarah’s mind was lost in the intensity of the pain.
Suddenly there was
a new sensation as pleasure began to radiate from between her outstretched
legs.
The Master began
to carefully remove the now cool wax.
His fingers peeling the wax off Sarah’s tender flesh caused ripples of
pain and pleasure that kept Sarah at the edge that
Sarah felt the
soft strands of
“Have you had enough wench?” The Master asked.
“It is not enough Sir until you feel it is enough.” Sarah replied. Sarah had no sooner finished her answer when she felt Brittany’s tongue begin to tease her again raising the level of pleasure to where it was even with the pain.
The Master began
to whip Sarah again with the soft hair while
“Do you want us to stop?” The Master asked between two lashes.
“Please… No…
Sir….” Sarah answered with a lot of
difficulty. Her mind lost. She could not think but only feel. Pain and pleasure had become one. Sarah could feel herself reaching out for
that climax riding the wave of pleasure not knowing whether the
The wave was starting to crash when both sensations stopped. Sarah began to convulse as her body wanting to release the tension fought to do so without the sensations that were causing it. Sarah began to beg, “Please Sir. I need more, please do not stop. I am almost there.” The bun of Sarah’s hair was released cascading down her back and kept her at the point that they left her when their attentions stopped.
There was a loud clap as the door of the Punishment room closed and when Sarah looked around, the room was empty except for her. Brittany and the Master left her in the room by herself dangling from the ceiling with her legs spread apart. Sarah had never experienced the level of desire that was pounding at the door of her sanity. She wanted, no, needed to have a release. The sensation of her hair brushing the tender skin of her back and breasts was enough to keep her on that edge, but not enough to allow her to finish her pleasure. All of the lights in the room were then turned off. This room was completely dark. There was no light at all coming from even the tiniest of sources. Sarah lost all sense of time between the dark and the torture of her condition.
Sarah had no way of telling how long she was hanging there in her torment of pleasure and pain. The complete darkness of the room forced her mind to turn in on itself. She could not focus on anything but the sensations coming from her tender and excited body. The entire time she dangled from the ceiling her body stayed in that excited state where one more lash of the whip or caress of Brittany’s tongue would send her into a final release. Sarah began to thrash her head trying to whip herself with her own hair in order to send her over that edge. Unfortunately the thrashing was not enough to increase the sensations to a level that would push her over the edge instead it increased her frustration. This did not deter Sarah from continuing to thrash. The feeling of her own hair gently hitting the tender skin of back and breasts felt good and was increasing the sensations. Sarah continued to thrash about adding to her frustration until she was exhausted and could no longer move.
Once she had
completely exhausted herself, the door opened again. Sarah could see that the sun had gone
down. She had been in that hellish
torment for several hours and her body was still on the edge of a climax. The Master and Brittany walked into the
room. The light streaming into the room
pierced Sarah’s eyes adding another sensation of pain to her already confused
mind. The wench was lowered and when
Sarah’s feet were on the floor still held apart by the bar, her knees lacked
the strength to support her. The wench
continued to lower Sarah allowing her to completely crumple to the floor in
slow motion. As the cool leather floor
touched the abused skin of her back, waves of pleasure took her frustration
higher. The relief of pressure on her
shoulders added to frustration as well when they began throbbing in waves of
gratitude. The Master removed the bar
from Sarah’s ankles and Sarah curled her body up into a fetal position still
panting with the frustration of condition.
“Get on your hands and knees!” The order came forcing Sarah to move her aching body causing her hair to once again stimulate her along the tender skin. “How do you feel now?”
How do you think I feel? Sarah thought to herself. She wanted to say it but the words got lost between her mind and her mouth. Instead what she simply replied, “Broken…on edge…sore…punished…Sir,” Through her panting, uneasy, and unsteady breathing.
“Would my little wench like to have a release?”
“Yes… Sir.”
“What are you willing to do in order to have that climax?”
“Anything…Sir…whatever… you… ask of me.” Sarah could feel her body still trembling.
The Master held his palm out and Sarah could see two vicious looking clips connected by a short chain. The clips reminded Sarah of alligator clips that her father used in his robotics work. “I want you to put these on your nipples and then tighten them by turning this dial until you can not stand for them to be any tighter.” The Master commanded.
Sarah’s quivering hand reached out and took the clips and sat on her ankles so that her back was straight up. Sarah moved her hair so that it was all flowing down her back sending waves of pleasure and pain. Slowly she opened the first clip and placed it onto her nipple. The teeth of the clip dug into her skin. The sensation was very intense and stimulating, but also enjoyable in a way. She began to turn the dial increasing the pain until she could not force herself to turn it any further as the pain would become greater than the pleasure.
Sarah wanted to remove the clip and refuse to put the other on. The thought of displeasing the Master caused her to turn the dial another half turn causing her to wince as the teeth broke into the tender skin of her nipple. The Master smiled as he watched he nipple begin to swell slightly.
Sarah took the
second clip and placed it on her other nipple.
The pleasure struck her hard as she released her hold. Again she tightened it until the pain was
about to overtake the pleasure. She
remembered the Master’s pleasure at the final half turn of the other
clamp. She steeled herself and gave the clip
a full turn causing another wince and a whimper. Before she could recover fully, Sarah
tightened the first clip an additional half turn so that both of the clips were
equally tight. The teeth of the clips
were digging into Sarah’s swelling nipples. In the short time that the clips were on
before the Master acted, the swelling of her nipples caused the clips to
tighten. The Master walked over and gave the chain a light tug sending waves of
pain through Sarah’s body. Much to her
surprise, Sarah was closer now to a climax than she has ever been in her
life. “Get the weights
Sarah nodded and took the first weight and carefully put it on the chain. The pain in her nipples increased as the clips pulled her nipples down. The second weight was added and again the pain increased. Once the third weight was added, Sarah felt the clips begin to move. Sarah braced herself and tightened each clip with a full turn of the dial causing her to gasp after each was tightened. Sarah hesitated earning her a strike on her back from a flogger. The lash caused the weighted chain to swing increasing the pain. Sarah quickly took the fourth and fifth weight and added them to the chain. The pain was extremely intense as the clips dug into her skin and pulled on her nipples.
The Master ordered
Sarah onto her hands and knees. Sarah
carefully moved and was disappointed when the chain and weights did not reach
the floor. Sarah could no longer
think. She could only act.
The Master moved painfully slow several times in and out of Sarah’s throbbing and hungry sex each time he pushed against her body causing the chain to swing slightly. This act was more torture than pleasure. Sarah needed more. Without warning Mr. Hawk began to thrust hard and fast, pumping into Sarah with every bit of strength he had. After the second stroke, the dam of Sarah’s passion broke and she began to have the most powerful orgasm. The Master continued showing no mercy on Sarah. For the entire time that the Master made love to Sarah’s broken body, Sarah’s orgasm continued. There was no break from the intensity of the Master’s onslaught. The pounding continued, as well as Sarah’s orgasm until she felt the Master’s rhythm falter and he let out a sigh of passion. Sarah could feel his hot semen enter her and sent her into the final throws of passion.
Sarah collapsed,
her head still raised by
It was some time before Sarah again had the strength or will to move. She was alone in the Punishment Room. She attempted to get up to her hands and knees. Lacking the strength she fell over. Sarah tried again forcing her arms to support her as she slowly raised her tender body off of the ground. She stayed motionless on her hands and knees giving her arms a chance to remember how to support her weight in this position. Eventually, Sarah began to crawl slowly out of the Punishment Room and found the Master and Brittany lounging in the living room. Sarah crawled over to the couch that the Master was reclined on and sat at his feet with her hands still on the floor to keep her from falling over again.
“What do you have to say for yourself, my little Sarah?” He asked calmly.
“Thank you Sir. I was wrong in the way that I had treated Sam. I know that I deserved the treatment that I received. In addition, Sir, I would like to thank you for the release that you allowed me. Is there anything that you wish me to do?”
Sarah could hear
the smile in his voice. “
“This will help
your skin to stay soft after a harsh whipping.
It will also prevent any cuts or scrapes from getting infected.”
“I heard you asking the Master to be easy on me.”
“I did not know if you would be able to handle the level of punishment that he gave you. Apparently I was wrong, but it does not mean that I enjoyed helping with your torture.”
“I deserved the treatment that I received. After I saw how Sam had styled my hair, I felt guilty about the way that I had spoken to him. I was happy to be punished as severely as I was. The guilt is gone now. I am pretty sure that Sam will be told about my treatment and will feel that the insult that I gave him was avenged.”
Sarah asked
Sarah lay in the sanctuary of her pillow pile thinking about the orgasm that she was certain almost killed her. But if you have to die, that would be a wonderful way to go. Her thoughts then turned to her Master. It was disconcerting the way that the Master seemed to be able to play her body like a fine tuned violin, plucking and stroking her body to produce a lovely symphony of sensations that mix and play with her mind with all of the subtly of a gentle breeze and all the force of a hurricane.
Sleep hit Sarah fast and hard. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was dreaming the sweet dreams of someone still wrapped in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of their life.
“Enter!” His voice rang out.
Mr. Hawk looked up from his book and motioned for her to sit in the chair near him. “What is bothering you?”
“As I was securing Sarah tonight, she said she felt guilty about making me uncomfortable during her punishment today and asked me to punish her tomorrow in a way that I would find pleasing. You have given me permission to take care of punishments for certain misbehaviors, but you had not discussed this with me and I wanted to make sure that I did not over-step my boundaries.”
Mr. Hawk smiled. Sarah was broken and it happened much sooner than he had expected. The fact that she felt that she could get absolution for her misdeeds and deal with her guilt through being punished was a major breakthrough. Now he could begin molding her. “I could solve this for you very easily or I could make it difficult. On the one hand, Sarah has learned that her feelings of guilt can be dealt with by allowing herself to be punished, so if I make this easy give you the permission you seek, it will make it easier on Sarah as well. On the other hand, I can be harder on Sarah by NOT giving you the permission you seek, thus forcing her to live with her guilt until I decide to release her from it.”
“That is fine my sweet. I will let you know one way or the other. Now go and get some rest.”
CHAPTER 5
The following
morning, Sarah was awake by the time that
“Very well, thank
you. I have some urgent business at the
office.
Sarah returned to
her feet and continued with the breakfast preparations.
Sarah crawled over
to the table with the two bowls of fruit in her hands. After placing
“Is the breakfast not to your liking Madame?”
“It is fine,
Sarah. I want you to finish your
breakfast and then I will begin working with you.”
Sarah finished her
breakfast. Crawling, she took her bowl
to the sink, rising only long enough to set it gently there, then fetched
“I want you to
feed me my breakfast.”
Sarah set the
grape back into the bowl. Then she
leaned down and picked the grape up again with her mouth holding it between her
lips. Slowly and carefully, Sarah moved
so that the grape was over
“Put the bowl in
the sink and meet me in the Master’s bathroom.”
Sarah crawled over
tot the large bathtub and began running the water. Not knowing how hot Br liked her baths, Sarah
settled on a temperature that would be comfortable for her. Once the bath was drawn,
“Wash me.”
Sarah then picked
up a sponge and poured some of the liquid soap into it. Working the sponge into lather, Sarah began
to wash
Sarah climbed into the tub, took a deep breath and plunged her head into the water. She opened her mouth to grab the plug with her teeth when her mouth filled with the soapy water. Sarah gagged and pulled her head out of the water quickly to take catch her breath.
“I do not see the
plug. Are you refusing my order?”
“No Madame. I will get it.” Sarah plunged her head into the water
again. After finding the plug, she
opened her mouth and gripped the plug and pulled hard. The plug put up little resistance. Sarah came up with the plug in her mouth and
her mouth was full of the soapy bath water.
The tub was empty
except for the dripping body of Sarah.
“Swallow” was the next order.
Sarah swallowed the mouthful of water and nearly vomited.
“Look at the mess you have made on the floor. I want you to lick up all of the water that you have dripped onto the Master’s floor.” Sarah winced at this order but slowly lowered her head and began to lick up the drops of water. This took some time due to the fact that as she licked up the water, more would drip off of her naked body and from her soaked hair. Eventually she was mostly dry and was able to get all of the water off of the floor.
“That is
one.”
Sarah finished her
duty with
Sarah’s hair had
gotten soaked when she pulled the plug of the bathtub and was desperately in
need of brushing. “Look at your hair. It is such a mess. Didn’t the Master tell you that you were to
keep your appearance up at all times?”
“Yes Madame. I forgot to take care of my hair as
instructed.”
“Well then, we will just have to punish you for that as well. You have managed to rack up quite a few punishments, haven’t you?”
“Yes Madame. I am at your mercy.”
“I think I know what we are going to do for your punishments. Before we begin those punishments, however, you are going to prepare lunch and serve me as you did this morning.”
Sarah nodded her
acknowledgement and crawled off to the kitchens. Sarah decided to cheat and while she prepared
“Have you
eaten?”
“Yes Madame. While I prepared your lunch, I ate my own.” Sarah replied cringing at the honesty that was going to add to her punishment.
“Well, you just
made things worse for yourself. Now feed
me.” Sarah fought back her fear and
began to place food into
I wonder. Sarah thought and instead of picking up the plate with her hand, she knelt down and managed to get a good grip on the plate with her teeth. Carefully holding the plate, Sarah crawled on her hands and knees to the kitchen. She stood and placed it in the sink. After washing the lunch dishes, she crawled to the Punishment Room where the strangest contraption she had ever seen awaited her. Sarah was unable to control her fear and her face showed her apprehension.
Sarah tested her
bonds. The only parts of her body that
she was able to move were her fingers and toes.
Sarah then felt a large phallus shaped object penetrate her. As she moaned, she felt another penetrate her
bottom. As the second phallus penetrated
her, she gasped.
“Are you comfortable?” She asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I believe I am as comfortable as you see me fit to be Madame.”
Sarah’s eyes went
wide in horror when she heard those words.
Four hours in this position will
be bad enough, but with her playing with those toys, I will go out of my
mind.
“You are NOT to
climax under any circumstances. If you
do, I will be forced to punish you severely.
Do you understand?”
“Yes…Madame.” Sarah began to fight and was able to hold off
her climax. Standing in Sarah’s field of
vision,
“Now you are going
to pleasure me.” Sarah began to run her
tongue up and down the length of
“I feel better. I can see that you have three and a half hours to go. I will be watching and listening. If you have a release, I will know. I will also be playing with the remote from time to time. I do not want things to get boring. I am going to set this timer for you so that you know how much time you have left.”
The position was not stressful on Sarah’s body. The padded bench that ran the length of her body gave her support. The torture came from the phalluses moving in and out of her in opposing directions and the timer that was set in front of her. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Sarah tried to focus on the timer to help her fight her climax. Audibly ticking, the timer seemed to mark the movements of the toys. Sarah was soon very aware that every two ticks, one of the toys would thrust alternating pain from her bottom and pleasure from her sex.
The speed did not change for the first two hours. Sarah was extremely aware of her frustration and found it very difficult to hold her release, but she was determined to do as she was ordered. Then Sarah noticed that the toys’ pumping began to speed up. They were now both thrusting every 3 ticks. Sarah clenched her fists to hold back the climax. Without warning, the toys started vibrating and sped up again. Each torturous sound of the timer signified a thrust. Sarah fought with every ounce of her will to deny her the pleasure that her body seemed to be running toward. The harder she fought the sensations, the more intense they became until she could not hold the floodgate any longer.
Nothing. The toys stopped vibrating and stopped
moving. Sarah’s bound muscles fought her
restraints as they tried to convulse with the frustration. Sarah’s brief rest lasted only a few seconds
and the machine started again.
Sarah screamed and begged for mercy. “Please Madame, I can not hold back and longer. I do not want to climax. PLEASE!!!”
“No Madame, I was not. It was too much for me to control. I beg your forgiveness.”
“My forgiveness
will be granted only after you are punished for your inability to follow my
simple directions.”
“Nine, Madame. I had nine.”
“Very well then,”
Sarah stopped what she was doing and immediately dropped to her hands and knees and stayed in the kitchen. Even though the Master was not angry with her, she did not want to change that fact.
“You know that I do not like others using MY bathroom. I am seriously considering punishing you for your violation of the rules of the Manor.”
“Please My Lord, I did not mean any offense. We did nothing sexual in your chambers at all, I promise.”
“I know exactly what you did all day long, or do I need to remind you of the cameras that I can access from my office?”
“No, My Lord, I remember them. I forgot about the rules concerning your bathroom. Please forgive me and I will not disobey again.”
“I will think about this. Until my decision is made, you will serve as a slave like Sarah. From this point until I say otherwise, you loose all of the privileges you have gained thus far.”
Without another
word,
After Dinner, the
Master commanded. “
Once in the living room, the Master gave Sarah to speak freely for a few moments.
“
“It was not more than I could take, Sir. I did ask her to punish me in any way she saw fit and to use me in any way that she desired.”
“I did not ask if you were able to take it. I asked if it was harsh.”
“To be honest, Sir, yes it was harsh but enjoyable at the same time. Most of it was enjoyable anyway.”
The Master lightly touched the wounds on Sarah’s back. “I could tell that you did not enjoy these. I do not believe you enjoyed emptying the tub either.”
Sarah made a face at the memory of having to swallow the soapy water and shook her head. After a moment she remembered that she needed to answer all questions verbally. “No, Sir, I did not enjoy that either.”
“Were you aware that
“No, Sir. I was not aware until you came home and began to yell at her. If I may ask, how long will she be a slave?”
“She will remain a slave until she has satisfied my anger with her through punishment. It will be at least a day. Now here is where the situation is going to take an interesting turn. Since she disobeyed one of my orders while she was torturing you rather harshly and some of it was not deserved, I have decided that from this point until I say otherwise. You will be switching places with her.”
“I do not know if I am ready for that, Sir.”
“I did not ask if you were. The two of you will switch rooms. You will chain her to the wall tonight. Tomorrow, you will wake up in time for her to fix breakfast for us before I rise and release her. While I am at work, you will monitor her chores and if she breaks any of the rules that you have been under, I will expect you to punish her. For minor violations, such as speaking or forgetting her place, a flogging will suffice. If the disobiedience requires more than a flogging, I will deal with it when I return.”
“As you wish… My Lord?”
“Yes, and you are
to refer to me as My Lord and she is to refer to you as Madame. You can refer to her as anything you
like.” The Master smiled and patted the
seat next to him. “Take your seat here
while we wait for
“I have decided that until further notice, you and Sarah are to switch positions. You are going to be the slave and she is going to be my assistant. This will remain for at least one day but will not go beyond Friday as the show is on Saturday. You have already spent your time at the show and I will not subject you to it again unless you anger me greatly during this exercise. You will stay in Sarah’s room and Sarah will stay in yours. Do you have any questions?”
“No Sir. I understand.”
“Very well then, I am going to retire for the evening. I want the two of you to go to bed and no talking tonight.” The Master did not wait for a response and simply stood and left the room.
Sarah looked down
at
CHAPTER 6
The alarm clock
began to ring rousing Sarah from the warm comfort of Morpheus’ embrace. Sarah turned the alarm off and reluctantly
left the warm comfort of
Sarah moved to the
kitchen where she waited for
After the Master
finished his breakfast, he asked Sarah to accompany him into the living room
while
“Do you have any special requests, My Lord?”
“Yes, I wish for
“Yes My Lord.” Sarah replied remembering the horrible brushes.
“There is one more thing, Sarah. If you do not punish her for misbehaving and I am aware of this fact, you will be punished by me.”
Sarah nodded. The Master bid her farewell and Sarah turned to go into the kitchen to deal with the waiting slave. “Get started on your chores. Leave the kitchen and the Master’s chambers for last.”
Sitting on the
vanity chair, Sarah said, “Come to me Brittany.”
Sarah switched the
brushes and watched
Sarah shrugged and
went into the Punishment Room to fetch one of the floggers that lined the
walls. She chose a flogger that looked
like braided hair with small metal beads at the end of each braid. Without a word, Sarah returned to the kitchen
and struck
“I offered to
place it in your mouth, but you decided that you did not want me to put it
there.” Sarah dropped the brush into the
bucket. “Fetch it yourself and after you
have it in your mouth, I want you to strap it yourself.”
Sarah decided that
it was time for lunch and placed the flogger on the table.
Once lunch was
complete, Sara watched
Sarah took the
brush and began to stroke
Sarah acknowledged the information by giving a simple nod. What I am supposed to do now? She thought as she continued to brush the blond locks dry. “Why did you stand up after leaving the room Brittany?”
“I never stood up, Madame. I crawled as my station dictates.”
Sarah smacked
“I promise Madame, I did not.”
“She is lying.” The Master’s voice rang in her ear.
“I believe you are
lying. Do not move, I will return in a
moment.” Sarah again went into the
punishment room and looked at the assortment of gags following the Master’s
voice to their location. Sarah saw
simple straps, ball gags, and gags that had attached to them. There was the gag that Sarah liked. It had a mouthpiece much like the brushes but
a little larger.
“Yes, you may use that gag, and you may have
her pleasure you with it. Now pick out a
flogger as she deserves to be beaten for her insolence.” Sarah did as she was instructed by the
Master’s voice. She picked out a flogger
with lashes that were made of braided leather.
These would sting more across their length then the previous flogger,
but was less likely to break
Sarah returned to
the living room.
Sarah asked for
Sarah picked up the flogger and spoke. “You are to pleasure me. If you begin to slow, I will strike you with this.” Sarah held up the flogger. “You are not to stop until I tell you. If I want you to speed up, I will give you a lash, if I want you to slow down, I will use your hair as a brake. Do you understand?”
“Faster!!” Sarah said somewhere between a growl and a
scream and brought the flogger down as hard as she could.
Sarah slowly
climbed off of the phallus and returned to the couch. She gazed down at
“Do not bring her the water. She deserved the treatment that she
received. You are NOT to care for her.” The
Master commanded. Sarah ignored the
voice and brought the water to
Sarah took the
glass away from
“I know you can do better than that. I want you to deliver ten lashes as hard as
you can!” Sarah gulped and raised
the flogger high again. The flogger fell
limply onto
“Better do as he
commands Madame. I know he is talking to
you and is ordering this.”
“That is a good girl. I will see you when I return to the Manor.” The Master spoke with a cold calm that
worried Sarah.
Once both of the
girls had calmed down, Sarah ordered
Sarah went into
“It is about time you replaced the earpiece. I do not remember giving you permission to remove it. We will deal with that later tonight. I will be home shortly.” The Master did not sound very upset but Sarah was still nervous. Sarah took her seat at the dining table and awaited the Master’s return.
The door was
opened and the Master entered with one of the ladies from the Banquet and her
slave. Sarah remembered her as Mrs.
Peregrine. Mrs. Peregrine was the
youngest and, in Sarah’s opinion, the prettiest of the lady Specialists. She had black curly hair that fell a few
inches below her shoulders and an angular face.
As they entered, Mrs. Peregrine looked down at
The two specialists entered the kitchen followed by their two slaves crawling. They took a seat on either side of Sarah while the two crawling slaves retrieved the dinner plates and served the three at the table. The slaves then retrieved their own plates and placed them on the mat. Everyone began eating except Sarah, whose guilt and nerves caused a knot to form in her stomach preventing her. After dinner, Mr. Hawk and Mrs. Peregrine retired to the living room with Sarah while the slaves were to clean the kitchen.
“Sarah, I have asked Mrs. Peregrine to come over tonight to assist me in some punishing and to give us a chance to work on the show that you and Aaron are to perform this weekend.”
Sarah smiled nervously wondering what the Master had meant by “the show”.
“I think that for their performance, Sarah should tease Aaron and dance for him like she did for Robert, although Aaron would be allowed to climax once given leave to.” Mrs. Peregrine’s voice sounded like a summer breeze gently blowing through the trees.
“I had a very
similar thought, although I believe if we were to add
“I would have to agree. What did you have in mind?”
“I thought that having Brittany on the stage with the other two acting as a sort of puppeteer controlling and steering their every action would definitely add to tension of the show as well as increase the teasing that Aaron is to experience.”
“And how pray tell
is
“That is a detail I have yet to work out. There are several possibilities, my favorite of which is with one of the long crops.”
Mrs. Peregrine
thought about this for some time, wrapping a lock of her long black hair around
her finger. “I believe that would
work. Now what about this punishment
that you were telling me about, has
Mr. Hawk smiled, “No, both of my girls have been so bad and I thought that a little bit time under your unique talents, would straighten both of them out.” Sarah gasped and quickly bowed her head.
What did I do? I whipped
“I believe that I can accommodate you. I will just need to send Aaron out to the car for my tools. Now what exactly did your two girls do to warrant my abilities to be called in?” Mrs. Peregrine replied smiling and running one of her slender fingers down Sarah’s cheek.
“
“No I daresay you can not.” Mrs. Peregrine replied shaking her head.
Brittany and Aaron
crawled into the living room. Mrs.
Peregrine looked up and smiled. “Aaron,
go out to the car and fetch my tools.
Mr. Hawk has asked me to punish these two naughty little wenches.” Aaron left immediately with a sigh of relief
that he was not going to be the subject of her attentions. “Mr. Hawk has already told me all about your
behavior
Mr. Hawk spoke at
this time. “Sarah, I want you to take
Sarah nodded her
acknowledgement and walked out of the room with
“I wonder what they are going to do to us.” Sarah said nervously.
“Mrs. Peregrines
an expert when it comes to electric torture methods. She uses tens units, violet wands, and
acupuncture needles that she attaches to a control box. I have seen her punish slaves at the banquets
and at the club. She is a nice lady, but
when it comes to punishment, she is ruthless.”
“Do all of the Specialists have expertise in specific areas?”
Sarah waited for
the others to arrive and did not have to wait long. Aaron was walking in order to carry the large
box that apparently held Mrs. Peregrine’s tools. Mr. Hawk pointed to a set of rings next to
“I believe that we
will start out gently in order to give these two a chance to warm up. Aaron, please hand me my wand.” Aaron jumped into action taking what looked
to Sarah to be a white glass rod about 12 inches in length with a black plastic
handle. Mrs. Peregrine took the wand and
pressed the button on the handle. The
wand lit up in a beautiful violet light.
Sarah stared in awe at the beauty of the light until Mrs. Peregrine
moved the wand near Sarah’s right breast.
The light was caused by electricity enveloping the glass tube and when
given another route, would jump, in this case to Sarah’s skin. Sarah jumped at the intense electric shock of
the wand. Mrs. Peregrine moved the wand
all over Sarah’s breasts before moving on to
Mrs. Peregrine stepped away. Small traces from where the wand stung the two girls were evident in the welts that were forming. “How much do punishment do you think they need Mr. Hawk?”
“I was thinking some time with the needles should teach them the lesson that they need. I would say pretty intense pulses alternating between the two of them.”
“As you wish, Mr.
Hawk, you know I could never deny one of your requests.” Mrs. Peregrine smiled at Mr. Hawk. “Aaron, the needles, if you please.” Aaron picked up a piece of cloth out of the
box and handed it to Mrs. Peregrine. She
delicately unfolded the cloth and showed Sarah and
Mrs. Peregrine
took one of the needles and held it a few inches away from the top of Sarah’s
left breast. Aaron took one of the
cotton balls and moistened it with the alcohol and rubbed it on the skin below
the needle. Mrs. Peregrine inserted the
needle slowly into Sarah’s breast. Sarah
gasped at the pain of the needle. The
routine continued until Sarah had five needles in each breast, one at the top,
bottom, each side and one through her nipple.
Sarah was nearly delirious with pain by the time Mrs. Peregrine moved on
to
“Do you wish them to have anything inside of them during their torture?” Mrs. Peregrine asked turning to Mr. Hawk.
“No, I believe that this particular punishment will be one of pain. They do not deserve to have the pain dulled with pleasure. I want them to remember this experience without fondness.”
Mrs. Peregrine nodded to Mr. Hawk. She reached into her box a final time and pulled out a small metal box. The free ends of the wires were carefully plugged into the metal box. “How long do you wish the pulses to last and how intense should they be?” Mrs. Peregrine inquired of Mr. Hawk.
“I will leave that up to you, my dear. You are the expert.”
“Very well then, we will set the intensity to five, which is medium, and set the pulses to last two seconds each.” After making her adjustments on the box, Mrs. Peregrine set the box down. “Let me know when you are ready, Mr. Hawk.”
Mr. Hawk walked
gracefully over to the girls. “The two
of you should feel free to talk to each other during your torment.” He leaned in close next to Sarah’s ear and
whispered, “I thought you might like to know that
“I am so sorry
“I know that the Master was testing you. It is not your fault.”
“It was not right that he should have me hurt you like I did over a lie.”
“Let it go Sarah. I am alright and if you try anything, you will only be punished.”
Sarah did not listen and instead let the pain continue to fuel her rage.
The pulsing
electricity continued to flow back and forth for several minutes. Both girls began to feel weak as the energy
seemed to sap the strength from their muscles.
“Are we getting a break, or did they stop?” Sarah asked after a few moments of peace.
“I think they are stopping. This torture is too intense for them to let it last too long.”
As
“Very well then, remove the needles.” Mr. Hawk replied to Mrs. Peregrine. “Did you two enjoy your punishment?”
“No Sir. I did not.”
Sarah did not respond, only glaring at Mr. Hawk. Mr. Hawk waited for the answer for a moment. “I asked you a question Sarah. Did you enjoy your punishment?”
“No sir.” Sarah hissed. Mr. Hawk could feel the venom in her tone.
“And how did you feel about the news that I gave you before the torture began?”
“I think you are an absolute bastard….Sir.” Sarah replied on the edge of hearing with the last word was almost more of an afterthought.
“I am sorry. I do not believe I heard you correctly.”
“I said I think you are an absolute BASTARD Sir!” Sarah said and then spit at Mr. Hawk hitting him on his face.
Mr. Hawk wiped the
saliva off of his cheek and calmly looked at Sarah. “Aaron, would you be so kind as to release
Aaron removed the
needles and wires from
“If I may, My Lord, I would like to ask you to have mercy on Sarah. She is angry and hurt. She does not mean what she says. Please do not send her back to the prison camp because of her outburst.”
“Do not worry
Mrs. Peregrine walked up to Mr. Hawk. “Now you need to calm down Mr. Hawk. You know what happens when you act out of rage. Why not go to your chambers and let me handle this one. I think I know a way to punish her in a manner that you would approve of.”
Mr. Hawk’s fist relaxed and he smiled at Mrs. Peregrine. He leaned down next to her ear, taking in the sweet smell of her hair, and whispered, “I will let you punish her for this. Make sure it is sufficient please.”
“I will. Now go to your chambers and relax. She will curse the day that she acted out in this fashion.” Mr. Hawk nodded and left the room. Mrs. Peregrine removed the needles and wires from Sarah then called for Aaron.
Aaron walked into the Punishment Room. “Yes, My Lady.”
“I want you to unchain her, but hold her. Do not let her go.” Aaron followed the instructions and unchained Sarah. Before Sarah could take a step towards her tormentor, Aaron had both of her hands behind her back and one arm around her waist. Sarah struggled to get free. “I see you still have that little bitch streak in you. I thought that my ministrations would have gotten that out of you, but if you insist on acting like a bitch, we will treat you like one. Follow me Aaron.” Mrs. Peregrine left the room. Aaron followed her with the restrained Sarah struggling against him the entire way.
They walked through the kitchen and out of the back door. Sarah could barely see in the moonless night. Mrs. Peregrine finally stopped and opened what looked like the gate in a fence. “You act like a bitch so you will be treated like a bitch. Aaron, put her in the kennel.” Sarah began to struggle kicking Aaron in his shins and trying to bite him. After some work and force, Sarah hit the ground inside the kennel hard enough to knock the breath out of her for a moment. As she regained her composure, she heard the sound of a lock closing. She crawled towards the gate to find it was secured by a chain and padlock. When she tried to stand, Sarah discovered that the Kennel was only three feet high.
“You will find a shelter in the corner in case it rains. You will be brought food and water once a day. I am going to recommend to Mr. Hawk that you stay in this little cage until Saturday morning. That should be enough time for you to calm down.”
Mrs. Peregrine and
Aaron walked away without another word.
Sarah began to cry. Her body hurt
and the memories of the events of the day still stung. The night was cool and a light drizzle began
to fall. Sarah crawled around the small
enclosure until she found the shelter.
She crawled inside and tried to sleep, but the cold of the night and the
small shelter prevented her from getting comfortable enough.