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SARAH'S WEEKEND

By Ross Martin

PART ONE OF THREE

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

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

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

Tom, bless him/curse him had given her two pints of Guinness to make mattersbetter/worse before putting the bobby pins in and securing the nylon cordsaround her wrists and arms. The Guinness tasted black and creamy and, as always,went through her very quickly. He had only just managed to put in the buttplug that carried the tube inside her and cinch the belt when the gurglingin her insides began. It took a supreme effect not to convulse with the rushingcold and the terrible pressure. She felt like a dam about to burst. She feltherself hard against the belt. It was almost too much but not quite, nevertoo much. She was Tom's girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

Sarah had just turned fifty and she wanted to do something to make herselffeel young and alive. The something she had in mind required a trip after workto a certain house where she planned to spend the weekend. She'd been therebefore but it always made her nervous. She hoped it always would. From thestreet it looked like an ordinary two story affair made of double brick. Thewindows had nice frilly white curtains and she knew the entrance way gave noindication of what went on inside. It was at the end of a row of abandonedwarehouses so the nearest neighbors were a good two blocks away. Even so therewas need for caution on both his part and hers. This need made her smile.

Upon leaving her car, which was an old blue Laser hatch-top, she sprayedherself with a comforting vanilla fragrance that always reminded her of summerand of her first visit. She was glad her husband, Allen, at least understoodif not approved of what she was doing. He was a nice, good-natured guy whowas great with their kids. Right now, however, she needed someone completelydifferent. She needed Tom.

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

"Yes, it was," he agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No thank you. Can we get started?"

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

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

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

"If it's at all inconvenient…"

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

"Thank you."

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

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

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

"Beautiful. Simply ravishing."

"Will you ravish me, Master?"

"Don't ask."

"Yes, Master."

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

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

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

"Yes Master."

"And if you can't?"

"Make me Master."

"Make you?"

"Yes Master."

"Very well."

"Can you tell me what to expect Master?"

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

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

"Get on with it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

Jackie studied the boxes for a moment and picked the one in the middle. Heput the others back where he got them and then opened the selected one. Heshowed Jackie the contents and Sarah watched as the pregnant girl's eyes grewlarge.

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

"Too cruel?"

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

"You want to leave?"

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

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

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

"Yes, Master," piped Jackie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ow!" cried the pregnant woman again but Sarah paid her no heed. Every fewminutes she'd now cry "Ow!" but it didn't matter. The clips were no doubt badon such extra tender flesh, and chosen for that reason, but it was really noneof her business. Besides, she thought Jackie's "Ow!" sounded kind of pretty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you like that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How old are you then?" asked Terri.

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

"Twenty-five years Mistress," said Sarah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So do I," said Terri and demonstrated the fact by forcefully slicing acrossSarah's twin moons with the strap. The leather made Sarah gasp lightly – toolightly to be picked up by the girls. Terri struck harder. Still she got nothingso she hit even harder and kept on hitting like that for ten more goes. ThenSam took over managing as she did so to top Terri for zeal. Mary naturallyinflicted the most pain but, admittedly, Judy did her best but didn't quitehave the strength to do much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Mistress," said Sarah.

"Was it excruciating?" asked Mary hopefully.

"No Mistress," said Sarah candidly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I did!" cried Terri.

"No, I did!" cried Mary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Half an hour later, which probably added up to tea and two biscuits, Tomreturned with Jack, a scrawny eighteen year old all aquiver at this new adventurehe was on. He looked at Sarah and what she was up to on Mary, which was lickingthe girl's face including her nostrils before once more descending to lowerlicking, and wondered what had been going on. Mary, for one, seemed to be enjoyingherself.

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

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

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

"They're her best features."

"Are you sure this is alright? She is a consenting adult in all this isn'tshe?"

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

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

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

"Twenty-five years."

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

"That's right new Master."

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

"What about us?" cried Mary. Tom thought about it and said: "You two canstay. But let it be understood, Jack, that these two, Mary and Terri, are notto be touched at all."

Jack nodded in agreement.

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

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

"No Master."

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

"Of course Master."

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

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

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

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

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

"No Master. Here is different."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No Master. I do not."

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

"Certainly Master."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I am."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, of course."

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

"Next week then?"

"Yes, Master."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, little Mistress."

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you answer her, Sarah?"

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

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

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

"No thank you, Master."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No Master," the girl cooed.

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

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

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

"Whatever you want, Master," she sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Upon his return, Tom had Jackie sit in a corner and Sarah put her hands behindher back. He then secured Sarah's wrists and had her lie down upon the floor.This touched off some of the pain in her backside and she winced but he didn'tseem to notice. Instead he was fascinated by a simple bobby pin and its possibilities.She too became fascinated with it.

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

"As it pleases you Master," she murmured.

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

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

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

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

In reply Tom took two pints of Guinness off the shelf and made Sarah drink.He twisted the bobby pins in her nipples to make her. The brew was cold sothey mustn't have been out of a fridge for long. She knew they'd made her crampand need to piss. Every drop he could make go down her throat went down. Shefelt bloated. He squeezed her stomach to make her feel even more so then stucka cork attached to a tube up her ass with regard to having the tube go deeperinto her to the point where it caused her distress and let in the warmer enemafluid from the bags. Now she'd cramp and cramp some more for sure! There wasno way to get around it and she'd have to remain as still as could be becauseof the bobby pins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morning finally came and Sarah was released and allowed to relieve herselfinto a nearby toilet. This took some time and Tom enjoyed himself immenselysqueezing her belly to make things move along faster. He removed the bobbypins and allowed her to shower and dress in a light, frilly white dressinggown.

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

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

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

END OF PART ONE.