Coming Full Circle

COMING FULL CIRCLE

by Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 5

SYDNEY ENSLAVED

   Saturday morning dawned with a beautiful sunlit cloudless sky. Gentle breezes made the leaves waft in the trees and helped to forestall the hot temperatures that had been forecast for the afternoon. Sydney awoke from a deep sleep to find herself still naked and sleeping on a mat at the foot of Sir Richard’s bed. She heard the shower running, and realized where He was. She stood up slowly and stretched her thin arms up over her head., as she peeked out the window.

   The shower stopped, and the bathroom door opened up. “You’re awake,” He observed. “Come dry Me off.”

    Sydney walked into the steam filled bathroom and took a soft towel off the rack. She patted Him dry, starting with His back, then she worked her way around to His hairy chest and down His waist to His groin. His penis was stirring as she gently dried His ball sack. He turned around, allowing her access to his buttocks and the backs of His legs. Instinctively, she got on her knees to better reach the lower extremities. As she finished drying Him off, her turned once again, and she was face to face with His now fully erect member. She tilted her head up to look in His face. A warm smile and nod told her what was expected, and she took Him into her mouth once again, slowly sucking the length of Him deep into her throat.

    This time His interest wasn’t in a slow relaxing session with her, where He could languish in the soft moist eager mouth. This time, He wanted to use her roughly, making her see that her mouth was nothing more than a hole, a repository for Him to relieve His urge. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair with both hands and began slamming his cock into her mouth, while pulling her head forward and pushing it back. She fought hard trying to resist the merciless and unexpected assault on her face. She began to gag and retch, but He wouldn’t relent. He even continued to drive into her throat as she threw up, the vomit only serving to further lubricate his cock as he savaged her mouth.

   In the attack, He had backed her up against the vanity, so she had no where to retreat to, as He kept driving into her mouth. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was crying through the vomit and spittle that flowed from her mouth. At long last, He started to cum, and He held Himself deep in her mouth, squirting the thick salty strands of cum into the back of her mouth, mingling with the vomit. He stayed in her mouth while His erection subsided, and He let her lick Him clean. He leaned over and looked her in the eye and said, “Don’t feel sorry for yourself. You were born for this. You’ll get so used to it, that you’ll wonder if something is wrong when  when you aren’t used like this.

   “Now, take a shower and clean yourself up. We have a full day ahead of us.”

    Sydney got into the shower, making sure to avoid her reflection in the mirror. The vomit discolored the water as it cascaded down her smooth supple body.

   After they had eaten a light breakfast, Richard lead His ward on a leisurely stroll through the expansive and meticulously kept grounds of the estate. Naked, and leashed to the chain around her waist, the young teen trailed a few steps behind her “Uncle,” never speaking unless spoken to. Here and there along the red bricked walkways and dirt paths that crisscrossed the open field and wooded areas, carts would pass them by, pulled by extravagantly dressed ponygirls and ponyboys. The sweat glistened on the exposed chests of the ponies as they pulled the heavy carts. The sounds of their well practiced prancing high steps was punctuated on the bricks by the taps that had been hammered into the toes and heels of their hoof shaped boots.  Their heads were held high by the tight reins that pulled back on the bits imbedded deeply in their mouths. Bells adorned their pierced nipples and delicately rang as they passed.

When they reached the large lake, Richard announced, “Let’s take a boat ride, shall we?”

   “If it were to please You, Uncle Richard,” she answered formally, speaking for the first time since they left the main building.

   They walked out on the dock, watching the paddle boats arrive and drop off passengers, and pick up others. The boats were al powered by a pair of slaves, male and or female, who had been harnessed into a standing position on th pedals that drove the paddle wheel in the rear of the boats.

   Richard got in the boat first, and turning around, He indicated to Sydney where she was to sit, so that she faced directly into the groins of the two male slaves in the back. Their genitals had been bound tightly in constricting leather pouches and then locked with a small brass lock that attached to a chain. The chain was then locked to a cleat in the side of the boat, effectively locking  them to the boat. The rings in their nipples bore heavy spiked weights that bounced against their chests as they peddled. Thin trails of blood ran down their chests from the multiple pricks that had been inflicted.

   The boat ride was almost surreal. The light breeze on the lake lifting gentle weaves that lapped against the sides of the boat. The only other sound was the paddles splashing in the water as the boat skimmed the surface. Sir Richard commanded the tiller, directing the boat, as the two muscular male slaves pedaled the paddle wheel. Sydney couldn’t stop herself from staring at the rippling thigh muscles as their legs rose and fell in unison on the broad pedals. Once she even stole a look at the face of one of the men, only to see him ogling her naked body as he labored.

   “Here,” Sir Richard interrupted her daydream, “If you’re so interested in him, unlock him and see what he really looks like.” She took a small brass key from his proffered hand, and realized, in horror, that it would fit the lock on the leather device that encased his penis and scrotum. “Go ahead, I’m sure he won’t mind!”

   Sydney reached forward and inserted the small key into the lock. She heard an almost imperceptible click as the mechanism was released. The pouch began to come loose, due in part to his pedaling of the boat. She pulled it open slowly, revealing a thick cock with a heavy rod piercing the head laterally. A musky odor emanated from him as his sweat hit the open air, and she saw his erection beginning to build right before her eyes.

  “Suck him, Sydney. But, be forewarned. If your teeth so much as nick him, I will see that you are chained in his place on the pedals.”

   With great reluctance, she slid forward on her bench until his now hard penis was mere inches from her face. At that moment, Richard grabbed both of her hands and cuffed her arms behind her back. “Just your mouth. No hands this time!”

   The now familiar taste of pre-cum greeted her tongue as she sucked him into her soft wet mouth. She heard him moan as she encompassed him with her lips and began sucking. It was very difficult to keep her teeth away from the tender skin as he rose on fell on the pedals, as he struggled to concentrate on the task at hand.

   Sydney felt a hand on the back of her head, as Richard pushed her forward into him, forcing the stiff cock to the back of throat causing her to gag. He didn’t stop pushing until she spit up and vomit leaked past her lips.

   It took no more than a minute or two for him to climax, and fill her mouth with his thick salty jizz. Sydney swallowed it all, and wasn’t allowed to pull off of him until Richard removed His hand from the back of her head.

   The remainder of the boat ride was uneventful, but Sydney did see the slave’s cock begin to grow again within ten minutes of his release, and he kept on pedaling, with his erection bobbing up and down in rhythm, in an almost comedic slapping against his body.

   It was sometime after the boat ride had ended, as they were making their way back to the main house for lunch, that they ran into Mistress Ilsa. Richard and Ilsa shared Their afternoon plans with each other, and it was at that time that Sydney heard Richard complaining about how He didn’t like having to clip her leash to the chain that hung. around her waist. Ilsa offered, “Why don’t You stop by Randi’s table later. I’m told he has a new concept that might be just what You’re looking for.”  Ilsa offered no further hint as to what She was talking about, but Richard agreed to bring Sydney by the booth later and see what he had to offer.

   After lunch, Richard took Sydney to watch a demonstration of various whipping techniques, carried out on a male and a female slave. The main idea was about knowing which whips worked the best for the different parts of the male ands female anatomies, and what the expected results could be.

   They spent an hour at the paintball hunt, where naked slaves, including Sydney, were given a ten minute head start and then they were hunted by people armed with paintball guns. Sydney lasted about twenty minutes before being stung multiple times by the splattering paintballs. Richard allowed her a dip in the lake afterward to clean herself off.

    One demonstration was on a G.P.S. chip that could be imbedded under the skin of a slave, so that the owner could know in an instant where their slave was. The chip was so small that the scar was all but imperceptible.

   It was at the demonstration for slave crucifixion that Sydney finally saw her mother. She was writing in the hot sun, tied to a rough wooden cross with coarse rope, small nails through her hands and crossed feet, blood falling from the nail holes. The sweat poured profusely from her brow as she suffered in the unrelenting sun and heat.  Sun burn covered her naked body as she pulled herself up against the bonds to snatch quick gasps of breath, before sliding back down and hanging from the ropes, in utter exhaustion. Sydney caught her mother’s eye as she watched in terror at the endless torment she was enduring.

   As they were walking away from the demonstration, Sydney heard a man explain, “I wouldn’t recommend doing this for more than a few hours, as permanent damage can easily occur!”

   They continued walking down the bricked pathway, until Sydney saw a booth set up with a few tables, over which hung a banner that read: “EXTREME BODY MODS BY RANDI” A Mistress, dressed all in black, was talking with the man who stood behind the tables. He was very slight of build, and was wearing only a pair of black leather jeans, which hugged his body like a glove. Every square inch of his exposed skin was covered in tattoos, and thick hoops dangled from his ear lobes. Syndey heard him saying to the woman, “I won’t be able to do that modifications You want this weekend. I would need more time. But, if You’d like to make an appointment, I can do what You want in a half day at my studio. I can castrate Your slave, and then I can render his penis impervious to all sensations and simulation, including pain and pleasure, permanently.”

    They went through his calender and agreed upon a date. After the woman left, Randi looked up at Sir Richard and asked< “And how may I be of assistance to You, Sir?”

   Richard pulled Sydney forward by her leash and said, “I am not very satisfied with this leash and chain arrangement.. It’s too temporary and make-shift looking. However, I do not want to pierce her labia or clit until she is older. My friend Ilsa told Me that you might be able to offer an alternative?”

   Randi held his hand out towards the leash and asked, “May I?”

   “Please,” Richard replied, handing the leash over to him.

   Randi pulled Sydney around behind the tables and unclipped the leash and chain from her waist. He pointed to an ob-gyn examination chair and said, “Up here, please. Feet in the stirrups.”

   Sydney got into the chair, and felt her face flush with embarrassment as she spread herself wide placing her feet in the stirrups.

   Randi bent over between the girl’s thighs and carefully scrutinized her. Sydney felt his fingers pinching and pulling on the skin just above her slit. “Well, Sir,” Randi began, standing up, “I believe I have the perfect solution to Your quandary.”

   “Really,” Richard answered skeptically.

   “Definitely.”  Randi reached under one of the tables and brought out a small attache case, which he then placed on the table and opened up. Inside were partitioning sections, each containing different samples of body jewelry. Randi selected a ring and held it out for Richard to inspect.

   “This is a 1/4 inch ring made from the finest surgical steel. It is three inches in diameter. What I would propose, given Your limitations and requirements, would be for me to pierce her horizontally, just above the pubic bone, setting the ring about half to three quarters of an inch deep. When the leash is attached to the ring, it will pivot up and down, depending on the tension from the leash. When the leash is not attached, it will hang flat, allowing easy unobstructed access to her with no discomfort to You, or anyone You might give her to.”

   “Really,” Richard said, obviously mulling the idea over in His head. “How long would this take?”

   “Oh, not long at all, actually. Maybe twenty minutes tops, prep time included. I could do it for You right now, if You wish. The only thing I would suggest, would be for You to entertain her having laser hair removal at some point after it heals up. Shaving around the ring will be difficult at best, and I’m not a big fan of electrolysis.”

   Richard seemed to like the solution, and asked, “Right now?”

   “Certainly. Would You like to stay and watch, or would You prefer to come back in twenty minutes or so?”

   “I’ll stay, if it’s all the same to you.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        “That’s fine. Let me just get my instruments together that I’ll need, and then I can start.”

   While Randi readied his instruments, Richard whispered to Sydney, “Since you aren’t My slave, yet, I want to give you the opportunity to refuse My ring. But, I must know now.”

    Sydney looked into His eyes, and answered, “I........I.. would be proud to wear a ring for You, Sir Richard.”

   Bending over her, Richard cupped her pussy and kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue pushed past her lips and she sucked it deeply into her mouth. Sydney’s immediate thought was how she had sucked His cock, but He had never kissed her as a woman, until now.

   Randi held up a mirror and asked, “Do You wish for her to watch?”

   Richard broke the kisses and glanced at His ward’s face. Seeing the abject terror written there, He said, “No. Only I will watch.”

   Randi lathered up her genitalis with a rich shaving cream and shaved her from just below her navel all the way back up her crack past her anus. Washing off the soapy residue, he patted and pinched at the soft skin once again. Then he began prepping her with both alcohol and betadyne solution, taking a goo minutes with the application of each.

   Using a small ruler, he measured where he wanted to pierce her, and with a pen, he put two marks on her. One for where the needle would enter, and a second one where he wanted it to exit.

   When he was satisfied, he strapped her tightly into the chair. Heavy nylon webbed belts cinched her above the knees, just below the crotch, across the waist, under her breasts and just above the elbows and wrists.  “Try and move,” he instructed her.

   Sydney pulled against the belts, but was held fast by them.

   “Do You wish to hear her screams, or would You prefer I gag her?”

   “Let her scream,” Richard decided. She must earn My ring.”

   Selecting a needle, Randi said, “Because the hole has to be so large, I have to be careful not to rip the skin, so I’ll start with a smaller hole first, and then, using a larger diameter needle, I’ll enlarge it until she can accept the ring.”

   Sydney felt him pinch her, and then she could sense the slightest prick of the sharp needle to her skin. Nothing seemed to be happening then, and all of a sudden, a white hot fire burned into her as he slowly began pushing the needle deep under her skin. She screamed loudly, pulling reflexively at the straps that kept her bound to the chair. Her head slammed from side to side, crazed, screaming, begging, pleading for it all to stop. Neither Randi nor Sir Richard paid her any heed, as he drove the needle relentlessly deeper into her, and finally, out the other side, right on the intended mark.

   Randi stood and removed his gloves. As he lit up a cigarette, he said, “I’m going to let her calm down a bit before pushing a thicker needle through her. The rest of them are easy. The first is always the hardest, trying to get it straight through.”

   When Sydney had stopped crying, Randi put out his cigarette and put on a new pair of gloves, then he proceeded to push a second needle, then a third, and finally a fourth needle through the hole, gradually making the hole larger with each successive one. Then, he opened the ring and pushed it through the hole, as he pulled the final needle out the opposite side.

   “What do you think, Sir,” he asked, standing aside to allow Richard an unobstructed view?

   “It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen such a ring placed like that in a mound. It’s perfect for the leash.”

   “I’m glad You’re satisfied. Shall I just add the bill to Your room fee?”

   “That would be fine, yes, and thank you so much.”

   “Do you need any instructions on after care of the hole?”

   “No, thank you. It won’t be necessary. I’ve had her mother pierced multiple times. She’ll be tending to the aftercare herself.”

   A small crowd had gathered to watch the proceedings, drawn by the young teens screams. “Sydney,” Richard commanded, “Thank Randi properly.”

   Sydney’s eyes darted quickly to the twenty or so people who had assembled by Randi’s tables to witness her unique piercing. Her helpless eyes took on a forlorn expression as she looked toward Sir Richard for deliverance from His impossible demand. “On your knees, now,” He ordered, even louder, drawing even more attention to her plight.

   Sheepishly she knelt before the slightly built man, and watched as he undid his pants, and pulled out his penis. Sydney closed her eyes in a useless attempt to hide, and took him into her mouth. She sucked as hard and fast as she could, trying not to think about the strangers who were watching her. She couldn’t, however, hide form the comments about how “enthusiastic” her ministrations were, and how “perfect” she looked on her knees, and how “well suited” her mouth was for servicing a man.

   After he came, she swallowed all he had given her, and then she licked her lips, and said, “Thank You, Sir.”

   Richard left the chain around her waist, but He clipped the leash to her new ring and lead her around to various displays and demonstrations for the remainder of the afternoon. They saw a human dressage performed by ten ponygirls and boys, they witnessed a bull whipping techniques workshop, carried out on an elderly male eunuch, and they spent some time at a demonstration of the art of Japanese rope bondage. Whenever they met a man Sir Richard knew, he would offer Sydney’s mouth to Him, saying it was to “Better her training and skills.” Three men in total took Him up on His offer, making it three strangers she had fellated that day.

   Before dinner, they went back to their room to relax and shower. Richard liberally applied a soothing aloe cream to Sydney’s sunburnt body, and He took extra care to cleanse the area around her pubic ring.

   They took dinner with Mistress Ilsa again, who was visibly impressed with how well Sydney’s ring had turned out. It was at that point that She suggested to Sir Richard that He consider placing similar rings deep in her breasts, behind the areolas. He told Her that He would give it some thought and that He would decide before Randi packed up and left Sunday afternoon.

   After the meal, Richard took Sydney to watch as a man placed permanent iron shackles on her mother’s wrists and ankles. The thick heavy metal shackles fit her snugly, and Sydney watched as the man, a blacksmith actually, hammered the hot rivets into place, fixing the shackles so that the only way to remove them would be to cut them off with a hack saw or a hammer and chisel. Sydney saw the horror in her mother’s eyes when her gaze fell to the ring in her naked daughter’s mound. Sydney didn’t miss the tears that welled up in the caring eyes at the sight that beheld her, as the blacksmith took his thanks, by savagely taking her in the ass, and then making her clean him off after spilling himself deep in her bowels.

   That night, instead of individual events, the annual slave auction was held in the “Great Room.” Sydney knelt obediently at Richard’s side for the entire event, so she had a front row seat to witness her shackled mother escorting different slaves who were to be sold. Kara would lead them around the stage, providing everyone with an opportunity to see them from all sides and angles. She would also have them bend over, and she would spread their cheeks, giving everyone a clear view.

   Sydney was amazed at the prices a lot of the slaves were fetching, and she was frightened when she heard Ilsa comment that quite a number of the slaves were being bought by one man, who would then moved them to the Middle East, where they would be sold to rich oil sheiks and Emirs, who paid handsomely for blond white women. He made an impressive return on his investments she said.

   Sow 14 was among the last slaves to be brought up for auction. Sydney watched her as she crawled slowly around the stage as the auctioneer explained what she was. It took mere seconds before the gavel slammed down ending her sale. There were no bids. The auctioneer explained that she was to be slaughtered, gutted and butchered the next morning at 10:00AM in the barn, if there was anyone who wished to witness it. Richard reached down and softly stroked Sydney’s head, as she sobbed quietly, and shook, as the reality and finality of what she had just heard sunk in.

   After the auction had ended, and on their way back up to the room, Sir Richard informed Sydney that Mistress Ilsa wanted her, and that she was to go to Her straight away. A quizzical look crossed Sydney’s face, but Richard just patted her naked ass and said, “Go.”

   Sydney knocked lightly on the door of Ilsa’s room, and heard Her call out, “Come in.”

 “Ah, her you are, little one,” Ilsa said as Sydney closed the door. “You’ve had a busy day I’m told. Come, let Me see your new ring.”

   The young girl walked over to the lounge chair where Ilsa had been reclining while reading a book. The bright light from the reading lamp was intense, and ir provided more than ample illumination for Ilsa to inspect the thick ring that so cruelly pierced the teen’s pubis.

   “I adore it!” Ilsa declared. “It’s just perfect for you! I hope your “Uncle” will take My advice and do your pretty little titties while Randi is still here. It would all be so complimentary.”

   Ilsa fondled the ring a bit, remarking, “The bruising has begun. The swelling and black and blue marks will, in all doubt, increase over the next day or so. But it should all be back to normal within a week.

    “Draw My bath,” She commanded!

   Sydney went into te bathroom and began to fill the tub with water. She took out towels, oils, lightly scented soaps, a soft sponge, and a thick terry cloth robe. While the tub was filling, she went back into the bedroom and found Ilsa standing in the middle of the room, naked. “Come to Me, little one,” She cooed.

   Sydney approached Her slowly, stopping a good three feet in front of Her. “Closer,” She said, extending Her hands to Sydney.

   Sydney took Her proffered hands, and was quickly drawn up against Her warm firm body. Ilsa leaned forward and kissed the teen full on the mouth, forcing Her tongue past the closed lips and seeking out Sydney’s tongue. The kiss was deep and passionate, and all the while, Ilsa caressed the girl’s back from her shoulders to her buttocks, and clinching her in a tight embrace.

   When finally She allowed the embrace to be broken, Sydney fell backwards away from Ilsa, and was noticeably out of breath. “Richard will have to be careful,” Ilsa remarked, “or I may just take you from Him and make you Mine!

   “Bathe Me!”

   Sydney followed Ilsa into the bathroom, and she shut off the water. “I want to soak for a while, but I think I’ll allow you to entertain Me,” She said, as she sat in the hot soothing scented waters.

“Sit up on the sink and spread your legs.”

   Sydney slid up on the small sink, with one leg dangling to one side of the vanity, and the other leg bent at the knee with her foot resting on top of the sink.

   “Play with yourself for Me!. I want to watch you make yourself cum.”

   Sydney hesitated, and her face began to turn a deep crimson at the request.

   “Tell Me with a straight face that you’ve never pleasured yourself before,” Ilsa asked.

   “I.....I....I have, Mistress. Bu......but......nev.....never in front of someone else.” Sydney’s head was bowed low, her eyes averting Ilsa’s.

   You’ve never done it with your little girlfriends?”

      “W......we.....di...did d...do it. But just one time! At  a  sleep over.” She spit the words out fast. “But it was just one time! And.....and nobody saw anything! We....we were under the covers. In bed!”

   Did you cum?”

    Her head hung even lower, as she remembered her embarrassment at being the onl;y girl to moan aloud as she came, “Ye....yes. I came.”

   “Well then, if you can do it for your own pleasure, than you most certainly can do it for Mine,” She yelled, making Sydney jump, and bang her head against the mirror. “I want you to play with yourself right this minute!”

   Reflexively Sydney’s eyes closed as her fingers gently parted the soft wet lips, seeking the rapidly hardening bud. Her right wrist rested across the thick ring, reminding her of the new addition. She found her mind drifting back to the two naked male slaves in the paddle boat that morning, and being made to suck one of them. The imagery made her fingers move faster, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Ilsa.

   “Open your eyes,” She ordered, “but don’t stop playing with yourself.”

    Slowly, Sydney opened her eyes, as the images of the pleasant daydream slowly faded from her mind’s eye. Ilsa stared into her eyes for a few moments as the girl kept rubbing herself for release. “Tell me what you were dreaming about, and don’t even think of lying. The punishment will be severe!”

   “Yes, Ma’am,” She paused gathering her thoughts, her hand a blur in her slit. “When Uncle Richard and I were taking a paddle boat ride this morning, He....He...made me su......suck on......one of the male slaves who.......who was paddling the boat.”

   “Why do you think you thought of that picture, while you play with yourself?”

   “I .....I don’t know, M....Mistress.”

   “Oh yes you do!. You just don’t recognize it yet. It turned you on to be made to suck him off: A stranger, a slave, in public, in front of your “Uncle.” You enjoyed the humiliation of it. I’ll bet it made you wet, didn’t it?”

   “Yes,” she replied, panting as the tension in her sex was building.

   “Then cum for Me Now! Show Me how submissive you really are.”

   Sydney was past the point of no return, and within seconds, she exploded in a min-numbing orgasm, the most intense she had ever experienced. After it had finally subsided, Ilsa had her bathe Her, towel Her dry, rub lotion all over Her body, and put Her robe on. They then went back to the bedroom, where Ilsa lay back across the pillow strewn king sized bed, and opening Her robe, She spread Her legs, and said, “Pleasure me!”

   Sydney got up on the bed between Ilsa’s legs and began to slowly lick the moist lips. It seemed to take forever before Ilsa allowed Herself release, after which She dismissed the girl, and sent her back to her “Uncle.”

   Sydney was not prepared for the sight that greeted her as she entered the room. There was her mother, bent over the end of the bed, the shackles on her ankles chained to the corners of the bed, spreading her wide. He shackled hands had been locked behind her back, and she was using her own hands to spread apart her ass cheeks, making Sir Richard’s plundering of her ass all the easier for Him.

   “Sydney, get over her between your mother’s legs and make her cum,” He ordered.

     Kara shuddered at the thought of her own daughter eating her out, her sweet young face burrowing in her mother’s cunt, while Sir Richard was fucking her in the ass, mere inches from her.

   Sydney did as she was told, but kept her eyes closed as she tasted her own mother for the first time. Richard’s long hairy ball sac slammed into Sydney’s chin with each thrust. Sydney could feel her mother beginning to squirm as her orgasm neared, then she heard her ask, “May I have permission to cum, Master?”

   “Yes, you may, slave.”

   A moment later, kara screamed out as the over powering waves of her orgasm swept through her, and she trembled from head to toe.

   When the moment had passed, Richard pulled out of her ass and then he ordered kara to watch as her own daughter swallowed all the seed He could provide.

   Both of the slaves spent the night shackled together and sleeping on the floor at the foot of His bed.

    Richard and Ilsa enjoyed a light breakfast the following morning, kara and her daughter knelt under on their knees at Their feet, eating whatever scraps were tossed their way. After breakfast, Richard and Ilsa headed out to see if They could locate Randi, the two slaves in tow. They didn’t speak of a reason for why They wanted to find Randi, so the two slaves were completely in the dark. As they passed the barn, there was a man hanging human limbs from meat hooks. Sydney began retching when she saw an arm, from shoulder blade to wrist, no hand, being hung up next to a leg that went from the top of the thigh to the ankle, no foot. She knew instantly whose limbs these were. Kara quickly went to the aid of her daughter as she threw up what little breakfast she had eaten. Richard and Ilsa weren’t in the slightest bit concerned, and as soon as she stopped puking Ilsa pulled on Sydney’s leash, and they continued off to find Randi’s booth.

    “Good morning, Sir, and Mi’Lady,” Randi greeted Them as They neared his booth. And what brings You out on this fine morning?”

   “Good morning,” Richard countered, “I’ve come to discuss something with you, if I may.”

    “But, of course, Sir. By the way, how is she doing,” he inquired, gesturing toward Sydney.

   “She’s quite bruised this morning, and fairly swollen as well, but I’m sure that will fade.”

   “Most assuredly, Sir,” Randi agreed. “She’ll be blemish free by next weekend at the least. I see no signs of infection, which is a good thing.

   “Is there anything I may be of assistance in?”

    “Yes, there is,” Richard returned. “My friend here, Mistress Ilsa,” Randi bowed toward Her as Sir Richard gestured towards Her, “Has been trying to convince Me that I should have you do My ward’s breasts to match her mound. The same thick rings, but placed deeply in the breasts, behind the areolas, not through the nipples. What do you think?”

  “May I,” Randi asked politely, reaching for Sydney’s breasts?

   “By all means, please. Feel free.”

   Randi felt the firm flesh, kneading it, and pulling on the breasts, but not the nipples.

   Finally, he said, “I don’t think she’s fully developed yet. She might even add another inch or even two, and possibly fill out another cup size as well, so I don’t think doing her nipples would be wise.

   “However, what Your friend suggested would be a viable alternative, and it would surely complement the ring I pout in her mound. If I go deep enough it shouldn’t be a problem even if her areolas spread out a bit, and it will fit even if she grows three or four inches and goes even two more cup sizes, which I would seriously doubt at this stage.”

   “What size ring would you recommend,” Ilsa asked?

   “I would suggest a four inch diameter ring, Mi’Lady. A bit larger than the one in her mound. Made of the same material and in the same thickness and made of the same material.,” he said, holding up a pair for Them to see.

   “Kara, beg Randi to put these rings in your daughter’s breasts,” Richard commanded.

   Kara’s facial expression begged Sir Richard not to make her do this, but she knew better than to verbalize it. After a few seconds hesitation, kara knelt in front of Randi, and looking up into his eyes, she pleaded, “Please Sir, I beg you, pierce my daughter’s breasts and put steel rings in them for my Master.”

   “Very well,” Randi mocked her. “As long as Mommy will allow it.”

   To further the mortification and humiliation of His slave, Sir Richard made sure that kara participated as much as possible in the piercing of her daughter’s breasts. He had her strap Sydney into the chair. He made her prep the piercing sites with alcohol and betadyne solution. He made her hold the long thick piercing needle up in front of her daughter’s eyes so they might fill with terror at the thought of those needles piercing her. He made her put a clamp on her nipple and pull her breast out and away from her, stretching it taut, and maximizing the depth the needle would go.

   Tears spilled from kara’s eyes as she watched her daughter weep softly from the pressure her mother was exerting, pulling her breast straight out from her chest wall by the camp on her tender nipple. Kara turned her head as she saw Randi line up the massive needle and begin to slowly push it through the smooth supple skin. Sydney was screaming as the needle relentlessly dug through her breast and finally out the other side.

   Randi carried out the same procedure on Sydney’s other breast unceremoniously. With both breasts skewered with thick needles, it was easy to install the heavy rings. “They’re perfect, Richard,” Ilsa commented when the ring were set in place. “I adore them!”

   “They really are beautiful, Ilsa,” Richard agreed. “Thank you, Randi.”

   “It was my pleasure Sir, I assure You. Is there anything else I may be able to do for You?”

   “Yes,” Richard answered. “As a matter of fact, there is something. I wish to have My slave branded. Can you do that?”

   “But of course I can,” Randi said, eagerly. I have the coals already set up for another branding later this morning. Do You have any thought as to what You might like to have on her, and where You want it placed?”

   “I would like to have My initials branded on her left thigh, just below the hip,” Richard replied.

   “Kara,” Ilsa chimed. “Kneel before your Master!”

   Instantly, Kara fell to her knees, making sure she spread her knees apart, put her arms behind her back, bowed her head, opened her mouth, and stuck her chest out. “Your owner,” Ilsa continued, “Wishes to brand you with his monogram. Is there anything you would like to say to Him before receiving His mark upon your flesh?”

   Kara paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts: “I am proud that my Master wishes me to bear His monogram on my body. It is His to do with as He pleases. I gratefully accept His most generous gift, and I will display it with pride to the world as a symbol of His ownership of me, in every manner, shape and form.”

   Kara turned slightly to face Randi, and added, “If it pleases you, Sir, please brand me.”

   “What position do you want her in Randi,” Ilsa asked?

   The same as her daughter would be fine, Mi’Lady. But more straps will be necessary to keep her still while the iron burns into her.”

   Kara got up and climbed into the chair as Sydney got out. Ilsa made Sydney help Her with the straps and belts that would hold her mother fast to the chair. They made very sure that her left leg and upper torso to above the breasts was completely immobile. 

   “It won’t be necessary to sterilize the area we’ll be branding,” Randi said in general, “As the iron will do that for us as she is branded.” He bent over to inspect the soft skin where he would sear flesh with the iron. Kara’s face was ashen in color, ands a wave of nausea sank deep in the pit of her stomach as the thought of being burned overcame her.

   Randi pulled the hot iron from the coals and checked it’s color. Too hot was no better than not hot enough. The color had to be just right for him. As he allowed it to cool a bit, he made sure that he held it right before kara’s eyes, so the magnitude of what she was about to endure would be clear. Then, when he felt the iron’s color was best, he approached her thigh and held the iron an inch away, lining it up. Suddenly, he pushed the iron against her leg. The smell of burning flesh and kara’s scream were instantaneous. The iron seemed to melt it’s way into her, burning deeply into the muscle, and cauterizing the wound as it went.

   After the iron had sunk about 3/4 of an inch into her thigh, Randi removed it. Kara had already passed out from the pain and shock, and Sydney was laying across her mother’s chest, hugging her and wailing.

   “It must be kept clean and it must remain covered,” Randi instructed. “Depending on what type of scar You would prefer, You can either let it heal naturally, or remove the scabs as they form for a few weeks,” Randi added as he dressed the wound with antiseptic and gauze. 

   It took smelling salts to revive the slave. Ilsa and Sydney undid the straps and belts and then helped kara to her feet. They all walked slowly back to the main house for lunch, where, for the first time, Sydney and her mother dined sitting at the table, instead of on their knees on the floor. They did, however, both dine naked.

   Upstairs, as they packed their bags, Richard announced, “From this day forward, Sydney, you are to wear no form of underwear unless I grant you permission. No bras, no panties, whether you are in My home or at schools, or out with friends. I want you top be naked underneath your clothing at all times. It will help to remind you of what you have become this weekend.”

   “Bu....but, Uncle Richard,” Sydney stammered softly, “Wha.....what about whe......when I.......I have my period?”

   “Your mother will get you a belt and sanitary napkins. No tampons, pads, pantiliners. Am I clear on this?”

    “Yes Sir,” the mother and daughter replied in unison.

     The trip home was quiet, Sydney couldn’t tune out the throbbing in her breasts and pubic mound from the steel which she now bore. Kara wept lightly at the burning pain from her fresh brand. Everyone in the car knew that many significant transformations had occurred this weekend. And none of them were reversible.