The Greatest Submission

The Greatest Submission

Written by Hawk_Fann and Sbbe, his Slave

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WARNING!  THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION.  

 

IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE.  

 

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 The Author does not condone any of these actions, this is fantasy, make believe, you know day dreaming.

 

 Copyright 2006, Hawk Fann & Sbbe.  All rights reserved.

 

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            Jason stopped the beating and studied Sarah as she pleaded for mercy for the woman who had abused and humiliated her for the last twenty-four hours.

 

            “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what he’s doing to you,” she said, kissing Kimberly’s face.  “This is my fault.”

 

            “You still don’t understand...” Kimberly gasped, trying to recover.

 

            “What do you want, slut?” Jason asked.  The question was directed at Sarah.  “What is it you think should happen?”

 

            “I-I’m confused,” Sarah said.  “I don’t know what I want.”

 

            Jason brought the crop back down across Kimberly’s rump, making her howl in pain just inches from Sarah’s face.  Sarah covered her ears and screamed.

 

            “Make it stop!” she cried. “Sssstttoppppp!”

 

            “And if I do?” Jason asked.  Sarah glared at him, still cradling Kimberly’s head.

 

            “I’ll do whatever you want,” she said through gritted teeth.  “Just don’t beat her anymore?”

 

            “Are you willing to take the beating in her place?”

 

            “Is that what you want?” Is that what this is about? Fine, then beat me.  Do whatever you want to me, just leave her alone.”

 

            Jason cocked his head.  “Did you hear that Kimberly? Did you hear what the slut is willing to do for you?”

 

            Kimberly, still dazed from the long night in bondage and the beating she had taken, could only manage a murmur.  Her eyes were half-closed.

 

            “So that’s what you want Sarah?  You want to take one for your Mistress?”

 

            “I said I would,” Sarah said, but more quietly this time.  With less anger.

 

            “Why should your Mistress and I believe anything you say after you laid that stripe across her belly?  What has changed from last night?”

 

            “Can we just get this over with,” Sarah said, even more resigned now.  “I said I would do it.  Whatever you want.”

 

            Jason rubbed Kimberly’s back, his hand running up and over her battered ass cheeks.  She managed to shift, pushing against his hand.  “I think you may have done it after all Kimberly.  She sounds like she’s beginning to understand.”  Kimberly was too exhausted to respond.

 

            “I’m going to let you out, slut,” Jason said.  “You will crawl to the middle of the floor and resume the position you were in last night before all the trouble

began.”

 

            He undid the latch on the door and Sarah crawled out of the crate without a word, taking the crop in her mouth and moving on all fours to the center of the

Room. She went up on her knees and placed her hands behind her head.  Satisfied, Jason undid Kimberly’s restraints and adjusted the opening so she could remove her head.  She groaned in pain as she tried to stand. Jason helped her, slipping his arm around her side and walking with her until she got her legs under her.

 

            “Sssshhh,” he whispered. “Take your time, now.”  He handed her a bottle of water and she drank, a cautious sip at first, then, when she had caught her breath, more greedily.  She drank the entire bottle and wiped her mouth off. “What do you think of this slut,” Jason said, gesturing at Sarah.  “She has offered to let me do anything I want, just to save you a beating.”

 

            “I am pleased with the slut,” Kimberly said. “Permission to approach her?”

 

            “Yes.”  Kimberly walked behind Sarah and put her hands on her shoulders.  Sarah remained in position, staring down with the crop in her mouth.

 

            “Does the offer stand, slut?” Jason asked.  Sarah nodded slowly.  “Fair enough.  Ask your Mistress to punish you.”

 

            “Huhhh?” Sarah said, although it came out garbled with the crop between her teeth.  Jason was pleased that she had not spat it out in surprise.  He glanced at Kimberly, who looked equally confused and surprised.  Slowly Sarah turned so Kimberly could take the crop from between her teeth.

 

            “You will now ask your Mistress to punish you, slut.  You will ask her to restrain and punish you in a fashion she finds more frightening and painful than

any other.  Kimberly, you will grant her request.  You will demonstrate your obedience to me by showing her no mercy in exchange for this sacrifice your slut has made for you.  If the two of you can do this, then I think we just might finally have everyone where they need to be.”

 

            Jason’s eyes met Kimberly’s and he saw the fear, the silent pleading that she somehow be absolved of this task.  The master and his slave both knew what she would have to do to Sarah, and it was going to make everything she’d endured thus far seem like child’s play.