PROLOGUE

 

            The State of Grace was a new colony, formed after the second civil war of the United States had almost destroyed everything.  The State was lenient as far as laws go.  Many of the more frivolous laws were removed from the books, especially ones that were based in the theocratic form of government that eventually led to the war.  Prostitution was legal but heavily regulated and as long as all of the adults involved were consenting, they could do just about anything in the area of love making.  The laws that The State did have, were enforced with harsh punishment.  Prison was no longer a place where inmates simply hung around exercising, watching TV, or reading.  Prison was a work camp, pure and simple.  All of the jobs that people hated to do were sent to the prison system.  The work was hard, tedious, and it was fairly common for inmates to receive some very serious injuries from the work. It was not unheard of for inmates to die while working.  Prison was only the first part.  After their release, it was next to impossible for a former inmate to meld back into normal society, instead they lived on the fringe of the civilized world.  Convicts lost all of their rights.

CHAPTER 1

 

            Sarah was strangely excited as the police car came to a stop at the processing center.  She had never been in trouble before.  The last 5 months had been a blur, ever since she tried MIX.  MIX was a powerful drug that made her feel like she was on top of the world.  Every sensation was so intense and pleasurable.  She even found that hunger was enjoyable when she was high. 

Sarah had been working as an exotic dancer for 2 years before her friend, Meghan, got her to try MIX.  Sarah had a body that made the other dancers jealous.  Her face had the softened oriental features that came from being of a mixed racial heritage and straight waist length silky dark brown hair.  All it took was that one time and she was hooked.  Suddenly she existed for no reason other than to get high.  Meghan’s dealer, Race, was nice and gave her a couple of days worth of MIX, to make sure that she was hooked.  Then the free supply ended and Sarah was willing to pay the price, no matter how expensive. 

            Then Sarah’s downward spiral began.  Her savings dwindled, and before Sarah realized what had happened, she was broke and almost out of MIX.  Sarah asked Race, for a little bit until she was paid.  Race said he could not give her some, but he would trade her a few days worth in exchange for oral sex.  Sarah did not think twice about it.  It did not take long before she had her next hit of MIX.  That was when Sarah made the career change and became a prostitute.  She went to the licensing office to apply for the license.  As she filled out the application, she was disappointed to see “all applicants for licensing are required to take a drug test” printed on the bottom of the application.  There was no way she could pass a drug test.  Sarah walked out of the office disappointed, but still resolved to change her career.

            The next night after Sarah’s shift at the club ended, Sarah took a hit of MIX and then she hit the street.  What she did not know was that her first “customer” was a police officer.

            “Hey there, looking for a good time?” Sarah asked.

            “What did you have in mind?” the man asked.

            “Anything you want, for the right price.  Sex, a blow, anything you want for the right price.”

            “Can I see you license?”

            “I try to save my customer’s money by cutting out some of the expenses, like licensing fees.”

            “How do you feel about handcuffs?”

            “Ooh, aren’t you the kinky one?”

            The man pulled out his cuffs.  “Not here in the middle of the street!” Sarah protested.

            “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.  You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed by the court.  If you are convicted in a court of law, all of your rights regarding privacy will be revoked even after your release from your incarceration.  Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?”

            “Ooh, so you want to play police and the naughty girl?”

            The officer showed her his badge and that was when Sarah knew that the game was over.  After a brief search, the officer pulled out her baggie.  “What have we here?”  After a short test, the officer explained that she was under arrest for possession of a controlled substance and prostitution.  Sarah was then loaded into a police cruiser.

            The next several hours were nothing but a blur.  At the processing center, she was strip-searched, given her prison uniform, and sent to a cell.  During the night, the withdrawal symptoms started.  While on MIX every sensation was transformed into pleasure, however the withdrawal was very different.  Every sensation was now starting pain, becoming gradually worse and more intense.  By the morning, Sarah was nothing more than a quivering mass on her bunk.  She felt nauseous and whenever she opened her eyes, it felt as though someone was stabbing them with an ice pick.  Sarah could also feel every square inch of her skin and it felt like she was freezing cold and burning hot at the same time.  What little sleep she managed in this state were plagued by fever induced dreams.

            Sarah dreamt of her childhood.  Growing up the only daughter of an Irish mother and Japanese father, Sarah was never accepted by either side of her heritage.  Sarah spent many hours playing alone when she was not in school or doing the numerous household chores that her father required of her.  She dreamt of Angela.  She had met Angela when she was nine and they quickly became best friends.  Sarah was shy while Angela was outgoing.  They were inseparable from the first day. 

            When the girls became teenagers, they became closer, talking about boys, dating, and make-up.  Sarah’s first date was a double date that Angela had set up with her boyfriend’s best friend.  The date went well, but Sarah did not feel at ease.  Sarah never heard from the boy after that night. 

When the girls entered high school, Sarah began to come out of her shell and quickly became one of the wild girls.  Angela did not like the change and tried her best to keep Sarah out of any major trouble. 

When she was fifteen years old, Sarah started hanging out with a group of students that were known trouble-makers.  The head of the group, Eric, took an interest in Sarah.  They started dating very quickly.  Angela went with Sarah to a party at Eric’s house.  Sarah was drinking that night.  Angela tried her best to keep an eye on Sarah, but lost her at one point in the crowd.  Frantically she searched the house looking for Sarah.  Someone told her that Sarah was in Eric’s room.  Angela walked into the room to see Sarah naked on her hands and knees.  Eric was behind her making love to her while Sarah was performing oral sex on a girl lying on the bed.  Angela left the room.

The next Monday at school, Angela asked Sarah about it.  Sarah told Angela that she had lost her virginity that night and was deeply in love with Eric.  Sarah and Eric continued dating and having some very wild sexual escapades until Sarah’s father found them in Sarah’s room making love.  Sarah’s father was enraged.  He grabbed Eric and threw him out of the house without even giving him his clothes.  He then went into Sarah’s room.  Sarah was crying on her bed, embarrassed and furious.  When her father came in, Sarah grabbed her bedside lamp and threw it at him.  The lamp missed her father crashing into the wall.  Her father charged her and slapped her across her face.  The strike was so hard that it knocked her off the bed.  Sarah heard a loud pop from her arm when she hit the floor.  Her father pinned her naked body to the floor and slapped her three more times. 

“What is the meaning of this?  I find you having sex with a boy in my house and then you throw the lamp at me!”

Sarah was crying and her arm hurt.  She did not answer.  Her father slapped her once more and left the room.  Sarah curled up into a ball and cried for several hours.  The next morning Sarah went downstairs.  Her face was black and blue and her right forearm was very swollen.  Her mother took her to the doctor and told the doctor that she had been beaten and raped.  When Sarah protested that Eric did not do this, her mother told her to be quiet.  The doctor checked Sarah and x-rayed her arm.  Sarah’s arm was broken and the doctor put it into a cast.

Sarah did not go to school for the next couple of days.  Angela came by to visit Sarah.  She informed Sarah that Eric was arrested for raping her and asked if she was alright.  Sarah told Angela what had happened breaking down and crying on Angela’s shoulder.  Sarah’s father came home and called for Sarah to come downstairs.  Angela went with her. 

“Angela, Sarah’s mother and I need to speak to her in private.”  Sarah’s father said.

“Okay Mr. Tokawa.  Sarah call me if you need anything.”  Angela left reluctantly.

Mr. Tokawa continued.  “Your mother and I have decided to send you to a private school for girls.  You will be leaving tomorrow morning.”

“But what about my friends?  I don’t want to leave!”  Sarah said as her tears began to flow.

“This is not up for discussion.  The decision has been made and you are going.”

Sarah ran up to her room without another word.  She called Angela and told her about the announcement.  Angela did not know what to say.  Sarah just cried.  Angela tried her best to console her, but was able to do little to help.  Sarah eventually said good-bye that her father was coming.

The next morning, Sarah’s mother came in and packed a few belongings into a bag without a word and Sarah’s father came to get Sarah.  The drive to the school was completely silent. 

Sarah hated the new school.  The rules were very strict and the other girls were very mean towards her.  On her fourth day of school, the second civil war had begun.  Everyone was nervous, the attacks were occurring all around them.  For the next two days, the war was all anyone could talk about.  Then the news came over the loud speaker.  Sarah’s hometown was bombed.  Sarah froze in panic.  She asked the teacher if she could call home to make sure her family was alright.  The teacher nodded.  Sarah raced to the office.  When she called, there was no answer.  She tried calling Angela’s house.  Angela’s mother answered the phone and informed Sarah that the school was hit and Sarah’s house was as well.  Angela was at the hospital, but the doctors did not know if she would survive.  Sarah was devastated.  Her family was gone and her best friend was at death’s door. 

            Sarah awoke.  The guard came by to do the morning count.  She was a tall and muscular woman with a harsh ring in her voice.  The guard rapped on the bars of the cell and told Sarah to get up.  Sarah reluctantly got out of her bunk and was barely able to stand.  The guard, seeing Sarah’s condition, radioed for some guards to take her to the infirmary.  Two guards came to her cell with a gurney.  “Get on!” ordered one of the guards.  Sarah complied without a word.  The guards buckled three straps:  one across Sarah’s shins, one across her waist, and one across her shoulders.  Sarah winced each time they passed under the harsh lights.  Even with her eyes closed the light was able to penetrate and cause the stabbing pain.  Sarah was happy when the gurney stopped and the doctor appeared standing over her.

            The doctor in the infirmary checked her and saw that she was emaciated, pale, and shivering, the typical condition for a MIX addict going through withdrawals.  After starting the IV of fluid, the doctor called the warden to let him know that he had another MIX junky that just arrived and that he would be keeping her in the infirmary for the next couple of days. 

Sarah drifted in and out of sleep during her time in the infirmary.  Her dreams continued.  Sarah received the call confirming her parent’s death and also was told that Angela in a coma.  Angela’s mother offered to take care of Sarah as she did not know any of her family members.  Her parents had enough money that she could stay at the school.  She would go to Angela’s house during her breaks.  Sarah spent her time on her breaks at Angela’s side in the hospital. 

The war was over quickly and the western half of the United States formed The State of Grace.  After she graduated, Sarah decided to go to New Sacramento, the capital of The State.  She found an apartment and knew that she had to find a job.  Work was scarce after the war.  She saw a sign at a night club saying that they were hiring for waitresses.  Sarah applied and was hired.

Sarah reported for her first day of work and was surprised to find that the night club was a topless club.  Sarah had a uniform that did not cover much, but the waitresses were not topless.  Sarah was complaining one night that she was not making enough.  That was when she met Meghan.  Meghan was a dancer and told Sarah that was where the money was.  Meghan began to work with Sarah teaching her some moves on their days off.  Sarah got an audition and became a dancer.  At first she was very embarrassed about being topless in front of the crowd, but after sometime, she became used to it.  Sarah’s demure nature, beautiful face, and wonderful body quickly made her one of the favorite dancers at the club.

After 2 days in the infirmary her body strapped to the gurney and her mind trapped in the painful haze of withdrawal and memory, Sarah started to immerge from the fog. 

            Her court-appointed attorney, Mr. Ferguson, visited her in the infirmary.  After hearing Sarah’s story, the attorney recommended that she plead guilty to the charges and he would see if he could get her a reduced sentence.  She had no hope of winning the case. 

            The laws were very strict and harsh when it came to MIX.  This drug made anything before it look like candy.  The normal punishment for a first time offender for possession of MIX was up to ten years at hard labor.  With the added prostitution charges to the drug charges, if she went to trial she could face as many as twelve years at hard labor.  Mr. Ferguson told her that he would be back in a couple of days to let her know what the district attorney said. 

            After a week in the infirmary, Sarah’ drug induced mental fog finally lifted when the realization of what had happened hit her.  Mr. Ferguson came by on the day that she was released from the infirmary and told her that the D.A. would reduce the charges but she was still looking at six years at hard labor if she pled guilty.  Sarah thought about this until her arraignment two days later.

            Two guards came to her cell and told her to step out.  They wrapped a chain around her waist and placed a lock through one end of the chain.  The other end of the chain was on the floor.  They ran a pair of handcuffs through the chain around her waist and locked a cuff around each wrist.  Then one of the guards knelt down and placed a second set of cuffs around her ankles locking the end of the chain that was on the floor to the middle of the chain connecting her ankles with another lock.

            Sarah was led into the court room and was seated in a holding cell inside the court room with 15 other inmates.  All of the inmates were in the same restraints as she.  Sarah was doing alright until the court room opened and started to fill with people.  Her embarrassment was unbelievable.  What do these people think of me?  Caged and chained.  Sarah thought as she tried to hide her face.

            “All rise.  This arraignment court is now in session, the Honorable Judge White presiding.”  The Bailiff cried out.  Everyone in the court room rose and as the judge entered, Sarah felt the icy hand of fear grip her.  One by one, the inmates were called.  As they were called, they were removed from the cage and brought before the judge.  Sarah sat in the cell for over two hours before her case was called.  All the time her fear and embarrassment never subsided.

            The charges of Drug possession and unlicensed prostitution were read.  When asked how what plea she would like to enter, Sarah answered “Guilty, your honor.”  The D.A. then explained that she was pleading guilty in order to save The State the time and trouble of a trial and in exchange requested that she be given a reduced sentence of six years at hard labor.  The judge considered this and the sentence was given and was to start immediately.

            Sarah was taken from the court room and placed in another holding cell.  She waited several more hours in the uncomfortable restraints until she heard a bus arrive. She and the other 8 prisoners were loaded on to the bus, each one having their restraints locked to rings bolted on the floor.

            Sarah was in tears by the time bus arrived at the prison camp.  She could see the other inmates wearing their security collars.  There were men and women working in the fields.  There was not a separate camp for men and women, just different housing facilities.  Sarah was processed and had the regulations explained to her.  The punishment for violating the regulations was additional time. 

Sarah was stripped, scrubbed and hosed down.  She then put her hair into the required braid.  Then the security collar was placed around her neck and locked into place.  The collars were designed so that there was no way to remove them without the key.  Any attempt would send a GPS signal and would deliver a non-lethal electrical shock to disable the inmate.  In addition, the lock could not be picked.  In order to cut the hardened metal, a torch would be needed and the inmate would not be able to survive the cutting.

            The work was grueling.  Sarah was assigned to kitchens where she was to wash the dishes.  There was no dishwasher so all of the dishes had to be washed by hand.  The kitchens were hot and smelly.  After her second day, Sarah debated whether she could take six years of this.  When Sarah laid down that night, she was crying. 

Her bunkmate, Lisa, heard the soft sobbing.  “What’s wrong with you?” she inquired with an honest concern in her voice.

“I don’t think I can take six years of this.  The kitchens are awful.”

“Hey now, you have to be strong.  A six year sentence is nothing.  I have been here for five years with another 10 to go.  The kitchen is one of the cushier jobs here.  I work in the stone quarry.  The work is harder but you are out in the fresh air.”

“What did you do to get 15 years?

“I robbed a store.  I was on that MIX stuff and needed the money to buy my next fix.  I was lucky that I did not have any one me.  Otherwise my sentence could be a lot longer.  Look, let me see what I can do to get you moved to the quarry.  The work is a little harder, but you will have someone to watch your back.”

Lisa was about average height, but she looked very muscular.  Her braid of red hair fell to a few inches below her shoulder blades.  Her body was lean and muscular from the work that she had done over the last five years.

Sarah smiled to herself.  “You would do that?”

“Yeah, I know some people that can arrange it.  It might make things a little easier on you to be out in the fresh air.  Besides, things can get worse if you cross the wrong person.  I have seen people beaten and raped and that was by the guards.  Once I saw two girls start to fight and the guards just stood there and watched.  They did not stop the fight until one of the girls was lying dead on the ground.”

Sarah gasped, “That is horrible.  Did anyone get in trouble for it?”

“Yeah, the other girl in the fight spent 3 weeks in the hole and had her sentence extended by 3 years.”

“NO TALKING AFTER LIGHTS OUT LADIES!!”  A guard cried out. 

As Sarah drifted off into an uneasy sleep, she whispered, “If you can get me transferred, please do.”

            Sarah was on her way to the kitchen on the fifth morning when she saw the flyer offering sentence reductions.

            “Reduce your sentence to 1/3 of what you have left.  Ministry of Justice is seeking volunteers for an experimental rehabilitation program.  There is currently one opening for a female volunteer.  If you are interested, inform one of the guards.”

Sarah informed the first guard she saw that she was interested in the sentence-reducing program.  After her fourth 16-hour day working in the kitchens, Sarah was ready to do anything that could make her time shorter.

            After her lunch break, a guard approached Sarah and told her to follow him.  Sarah was led into a conference room used by attorneys meeting with clients.  Sarah sat down in the chair that the guard indicated.  Her arms were secured to the chair and the guard left the room.  After what seemed like an eternity, a man walked into the room.  He was attractive, but not overly handsome.  He was about six feet tall and well muscled with his shoulder-length hair pulled back into a ponytail.  Unbuttoning the jacket of his suit, he sat down across the table from Sarah and studied her for a few moments.

            “So you are interested in reducing your sentence?” he asked in a voice like a song.

            “Yes, sir, I would like to find out about the program.”  Sarah was nervous.  She wanted to get into this program. 

            “Well, the program is very simple.  How long is your sentence?”

            “Six years”, Sarah answered demurely.

            “If you were to join my program, your sentence would be reduced to 2 years AND if you do well, you will have a job after your sentence in completed.  I am sure you are fully aware of the difficulty that inmates have in finding jobs after their release.”

            Sarah nodded.

            “Now I ask you, what would you be willing to do or sacrifice in order to reduce your sentence to two years and have a job possibly waiting for you after your incarceration?”

            After a moment of thought, Sarah replied, “I believe that I would be willing to do just about anything, sir.”

            “Before I tell you about the program, I have to ask you some questions.  What crime did you commit?”

            “I was caught with MIX and prostitution without a license.”

            “I assume that you are off of the drugs now?”

            Sarah nodded. 

He continued, “How is your health now that you are off of that awful substance?”

            “I am feeling much better.  My head is clear again and I have recovered from the side-effects.”

            “What did you do for a living before your arrest?”

            Sarah blushed slightly, “I was an exotic dancer for two years.”

            “Do you have any family?”

            “My parents were killed during the war.  I have been on my own since I was 16.  I do not have any other relatives that I know of.”

            “Very well, the program that I am a part of is an experimental program designed by the Ministry of Justice.  I am one of eight people who are a part of this program.  Let me be honest with you.  I have interviews with thirteen inmates that have expressed an interest in my program that meet the initial qualifications.  I will be conducting the interviews today, and will explain how the program works.  You will have two days to think about the program and decide if you are still interested.  On the morning of the second day, you are to inform the guard if you are still interested.  I will receive a list of the candidates that are still interested and make my decision from that list.  Do you understand?”

Sarah nodded.  He continued, “Very well, this is how the program works.  You would be released into my custody.  Before your release, you will have to sign a statement in which you agree to the terms.  For a period of two years in your case, you will be my slave.  You will be my property to do with as I see fit.  You will have no rights during this period and refusal of any kind can result in punishments ranging from extension of your time, to corporal punishments, and even humiliating acts.  You will live at my Manor.  You will not be forced to wear that security collar, but instead will be implanted with a security chip that allows me to monitor your location and your vital signs.  Now, in addition to the benefit of a reduced sentence, after your time is completed and if you do well, you will be offered a position as an assistant for the next inmate that I am to rehabilitate.  Do you have any questions?”

Sarah nervously replied, “Yes.  What kinds of duties would I be expected to perform?”

The man chuckled.  “You will do whatever I ask of you, and I can ask you to do anything.  This includes duties of a sexual nature.  Sarah was visibly blushing by this time.  The man reminded her that she had two days to decide, and left the room.  After a few moments, a guard came in, released her, and escorted her back to the kitchens.  For the rest of the day, Sarah thought about the proposal. 

That night, she had trouble sleeping.  Lisa heard Sarah tossing and turning.

“Do you mind settling down?  I am trying to sleep up here.”  Lisa said jokingly.

“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.”  Sarah whispered back.

“Want to get it off your chest?  Sometimes it can help.”

“Have you ever seen those flyers for the sentence reduction program?”

“Yeah, one of the girls in my crew had an appointment.  She told us about the program.  It sounds to me like some wrinkled old raisin of a man trying to get his jollies.”

Sarah started to giggle as the guards called for lights out.  After a few more moments of thought, Sarah finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Sarah started towards the kitchens when a guard came up said, “Aren’t you the lucky one missy.  You get to go to the quarry.  Of course if you wanted to stay in the kitchen, I could arrange something for the right price.”  The guard moved uncomfortably close and placed his hand on Sarah’s shoulder.   

Sarah answered, “The quarry is fine, thank you.”  She hurried off towards the quarry in case the guard had any ideas of taking advantage of her.

When Sarah arrived at the quarry, Lisa came up and introduced Sarah to the other members of her crew.  Lisa pointed out that Sandy, an amazon of a blonde, was the one that she had spoken of the previous night.  Sandy looked at Sarah and glared at her.

The work in the quarry was worse than kitchen.  The heat was worse, the work was harder, but Sarah did look at the bright side, it did not smell nearly as bad. 

Lisa was the unofficial supervisor of the crew.  She had learned how to work with stone as a sculptor before her arrest.  She gave Sarah a relatively easy job.  All Sarah had to do all day was go back and forth to the well and bring buckets of water to keep the stone cutting wheel wet.

Sandy came up to Sarah during one of their water breaks and told her, “If you know what is good for you, you’ll drop out of the running for the sentence reduction program.  That spot is mine and I will stomp any girl that gets in my way.  I got another 21 years on my sentence and I am not going to stay here that long.”  Sarah did not think much about what Sandy said.  Instead she concentrated on learning her new duties. 

Later that afternoon, Sandy asked Sarah if she was still considering the proposal.  Sarah was hesititant to answer, but said that she was.  Sandy turned to walk away and before Sarah could react, turned back around and hit Sarah across jaw sending her to the ground.  Before Sarah realized what had happened, Sandy was on top of her pounding her fists into Sarah.  Sarah tried her best to block the onslaught of blows that Sandy was delivering.  It was not long though before Sandy was knocked off of Sarah.  When Sarah looked up, Lisa was standing between her and Sandy.  Sandy charged at Lisa, but Lisa was quick and dodged the charge and sent Sandy face first into the dirt.  Lisa jumped on Sandy’s back and grabbed a handful of blond hair and began to repeatedly ram her face into the dirt.

Two guards were at the scene very quickly and activated all three of the girls’ security collars, shocking and stunning them long enough for the guards to restrain them. 

The girls were taken to the warden.  They were placed in chairs with their wrists bound.  The warden came in after a few moments.  “Alright, what do we have here?”

One of the guards stepped forward.  “These three girls were fighting sir.”

“Well this is going to be easy to handle, the three of you will have three months added to your sentences and will spend a week in the hole.  That should cool those tempers.”

            Sarah spoke, “Sir, Sandy attacked me without provocation and Lisa came to my aid.  Sandy is the one who started it.”

            The warden stood up and moved to the front of his desk.  Leaning on the edge of his desk, he looked into Sarah’s eyes.  “I do not give a rat’s ass who started the fight, what it was about, or why anyone else joined in.  The three of you were involved in a fight in MY camp and the three of you will suffer the consequences.”

            Sandy spoke up at this time.  “Sir, I was interviewed yesterday for the sentence reduction program.  I am letting you know that I am still interested in joining.”

            Sarah said, “I am also still interested, sir”

            Chuckling, the warden answered.  “If you think that by becoming part of the ministry’s pet project, you will be getting out of the hole earlier, think again.  I run this prison and my word is law.  Take them to the hole.”

            As the guards released the bindings on the ladies, Sarah asked the warden a favor.  “Sir, since Lisa was trying to protect me, if it is possible, I will spend an extra week in the hole so that she does not have to.”

            Lisa was in shock.  “Girl, don’t do that, you can not survive two weeks in the hole.  Just let me take my week, and be done with it.”

            The warden smiled, “Very well little lady.”  Pointing at Lisa said, “Send her back to her work sight.”  Pointing at Sarah said, “Two weeks in the hole.”

The hole was nothing more than a box barely large enough for Sarah to sit up.  Both girls were stripped bare of everything except their security collars and placed in the boxes.  As the doors of the boxes were closed, one of the guards explained that they would get one meal a day, one mug of water a day, and there was to be no talking.  If they heard either girl speak, it would be an extra day in the hole for each time.  During the day, the box was extremely hot, and during the night, it was cold.  The hole was nothing but torture.  On the fourth morning, however, Sarah’s box was opened and the guard took her out.  As the guard led Sarah away from the box, Sarah could hear Sandy screaming that she would kill Sarah the first chance she got.  The guard at the hole slammed his night stick onto the bars of Sandy’s cage and informed her that she had just won an extra day in the hole.

She was taken to the cleaning room where she was scrubbed and hosed down again and then was given a new uniform to put on.  After she was dressed, she was taken to the conference room again but this time, she was not restrained.

The guard left the room.  After what seemed like another eternity, the man walked in with her attorney, Mr. Ferguson.  The man sat down across the table from Sarah and the attorney sat beside Sarah.

Mr. Ferguson spoke first.  “Mr. Hawk has asked me to accompany him today to advise you and answer any legal questions that you might have.”

Mr. Hawk placed some papers on the table and slid them across to Sarah.  “This is the agreement.  I have made my decision and if you agree to all the terms in the contract, we will begin the process.  I will leave you two alone to look over the agreement.”  Mr. Hawk stepped out of the room.

Sarah looked over the contract and asked, “are there were any limits as to what he could do or order me to do.”

Mr. Ferguson looked at Sarah.  “According to the agreement, you would become his property and would have no legal rights at all.”

“If I sign the contract, is there a way for me to get out of it if I change my mind.”

“Once the contract is signed, the only way it could be broken is by Mr. Hawk but only with a good and valid reason and if he ended the agreement, you would be returned to the prison camp and would have to serve the six years that you were originally sentenced too.”

Sarah thought about it for some time.  “So he could kill me and get away with it?”

“No.  He can not kill or intentionally disfigure you.  He could cut you, have you tattooed, or even have parts of your body pierced.  He can do pretty much anything that he wants up to cutting off parts of your body or killing you.”

After some more thought, she asked for a pen, and signed the contract.  Mr. Hawk returned shortly after she signed.  Smiled and explained that he would return to pick her up in four days.  During that time, she would undergo the necessary tests and preparations.  Mr. Hawk and the attorney left without another word. 

Sarah was taken to the infirmary.  The doctor came in.  During the next four days, she was tested for every disease that Sarah could think of and some that she had never heard of all of which came back negative..  She was given an endurance test in which she walked on a treadmill for several hours while the doctor monitored her heart rate, breathing and blood pressure.  She was given an I.Q. test and a memory test which she did very well on.  On the morning of the fourth day, the doctor came in with two syringes and told her to lie down.  Sarah lay down on the table. The doctor took the smaller syringe, injected it into her arm, and explained that it was a birth control medication.  The side effects were minimal, if any, and that one added benefit to the shot was that she would not have a period for six months and then she would need to have her next dose. The larger of the two syringes was huge.  The doctor said that it had to be so large so that he could implant the security chip.  Sarah gripped the sides of the examination table and the doctor inserted the needle her neck.  The pain was intense, but short and then the security collar was removed.  As she was recovering from the shot, Sandy was brought into the infirmary.  Sandy was so weak that she could barely walk.  Sarah smiled at the thought that everything that she went through over the last couple of days was nothing compared to what Sandy went through.

A guard took Sarah to the washroom once more to be scrubbed and hosed off, but this time she was instructed to leave her hair loose, given a clean uniform, and then she was led to a waiting room near the entrance to the prison camp.  She sat and waited there for what seemed like hours.  Finally, the door opened and there was Mr. Hawk. 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

“Follow me” was all that he said as he turned and walked out of the prison camp.  Sarah followed him, happy to say farewell to the camp.  Mr. Hawk stopped next to the door of a limo and looked at her pointedly.  Sarah hesitantly reached out and opened the door to the limo.  Mr. Hawk climbed in and told her to get inside the limo.  Sarah climbed into the limo, shut the door and began to sit down in one of the plush seats.  Before her bottom reached the seat, Mr. Hawk pushed her down onto the floor.

“Sitting on furniture and on the seats of my limo are privileges that you have not yet earned.  If you are instructed to sit, you will kneel on the ground where I have pointed.  Understand?”  Sarah flushed as she nodded.

Sarah started to ask if there was anything he would like her to do, but before she could even begin to utter the second word, Mr. Hawk cut her off.  “You will speak when spoken to.  You will answer all questions verbally unless you are gagged or have been ordered silent.  You are to refer to me as either ‘master’ or ‘sir’.  Do you understand?”

Sarah replied, “Yes, sir.”  Then she thought what have I gotten myself into?

Mr. Hawk told her to remove the uniform.  When Sarah hesitated, he pulled out a short whip-like instrument that looked like it had at least 30 strands coming off of the handle.  “This is a flogger.  When I give you an order, you are to do it immediately.  Any hesitation and I will use this.”  He swung the flogger down and struck Sarah on her back.  Even through the uniform and her hair, the flogger felt like she just got stung by 100 bees.  “Now, take the uniform off.” His voice was calm, but Sarah quickly removed the uniform exposing her body completely to this man she hardly knew.  Sarah could feel her body start to flush as the warmth of the blood rose in her until she felt like her entire body was on fire.  Sarah moved her hands to cover her chest but Mr. Hawk was quick to instruct her, “You are not allowed to cover yourself, keep your hands at your sides or clasped behind your back.”

For the two hour ride, Mr. Hawk said nothing.  Instead, he simply watched Sarah as she sat on the floor of the limo.  Sarah felt very uncomfortable under his watchful gaze.  As she glanced out of the windows from time to time, she saw that the limo was going deeper into the country.  Mr. Hawk then instructed her to remove his shoes and massage his feet.  Sarah complied with the request quickly, going up to her knees to get a good position.  She massaged his feet for about thirty minutes.  He then instructed her to replace his shoes.  As soon as she replaced his shoes, the limo stopped, and Mr. Hawk pointed at the door of the limo.  Sarah opened the door and started to climb out when Mr. Hawk grabbed her hair and pulled her back into the limo.  The pain was sharp, unexpected, and caused Sarah to let out a little yelp.

“You will open doors for me and then follow me through.”  Mr. Hawk said in a stern voice then he got out of the limo.  Sarah followed him. 

A lovely lady wearing a black skirt, vest, and high heels with long blond hair came out to meet them.  As she bowed, this beautiful woman said, “Greetings, my Lord.”  Then her attention moved to Sarah, who felt her uneasiness increase.  Sarah noticed that this lady had a single lock of hair that was bright red.  “I am Brittany.  I help Mr. Hawk with training you little wenches to behave.”

Mr. Hawk looked wearily at Sarah.  “You are to refer to Brittany as Madame.”  Changing his stance to face Brittany, he continued.  “I want you to take Sarah here and show her around the Manor and explain her daily duties to her.  Make sure that you explain how she is to move around the house.  I am going to go in and rest.  It has been a long day.”

 Brittany told Sarah to follow her as she turned to go towards the large manor house.  Once inside the house, Brittany ordered Sarah onto her hands and knees, then instructed her to follow her in that position. 

“Why do I have to crawl?” Sarah asked almost in tears from the humiliation of her situation.

Brittany did not answer immediately.  Instead, she took one of the floggers from a table and quickly gave her a single strike across her back causing Sarah to yelp and jump a little.  “I know that the Master has instructed you not to speak unless spoken to.  You are not to question orders.  You are expected to follow them.  The reason that you are to crawl is to remember your lowly place in this house.  As you progress, you will move up in station, and be allowed to walk.  The first strike was speaking out of turn.  This is for failing to refer to me with the respect for my station in the house.”  With that, Brittany brought the flogger down for a second strike that was harder than the first.  “Do you understand?”

A single tear ran down Sarah’s cheek as she felt the welts begin to sting.  “Yes Madame, I understand.”  As Brittany left the room, Sarah followed her crawling on her hands and knees and trying desperately not to trip on her hair that was now dragging the floor.  Brittany took her to the greeting room, living room, and dining room.  In each room, she would explain what Sarah was to do each day in these rooms.  Vacuuming, dusting, and polishing the furniture were the orders she received.  Brittany also informed her that if the chores were not done to the Master’s satisfaction, she would be punished. 

Brittany then walked into the kitchen.  The tile floor was cold and hard on Sarah’s knees.  Brittany explained that Sarah would be responsible for preparing meals as well as keeping the kitchen clean.  Then they moved into the area of the house where the bedrooms were.  There were dozens of bedrooms.  “These bedrooms will only have to be dealt with if the Master is having company.  Then the room or rooms will be prepared for the guests, and you will need to clean the room daily.”  Then she was taken to the Master’s chambers.  His bedroom alone was larger than the apartment that she had before she was arrested.  “This room, you will clean daily as well as the bathroom.  It is best to clean these two rooms while the Master is at work.”

Next, they went into the laundry room.  Brittany told Sarah that when the baskets got full, she was to wash, dry, fold, and put away the clothes.  “Now let’s take you to your chambers.”  As they went into another area of the house, they passed a heavy door.  “This is the Punishment Room.  Pray you never do anything bad enough to warrant the Master sending you there.”

Brittany pointed to one room and explained that this was her room.  If Sarah had time after completing her other duties, then Sarah was to clean her room, but only after all of her duties were completed.  The next room was a bathroom, and then Brittany walked into a room that had no furniture.  There were some large pillows in one corner of the room.  On the wall above the pillows, there were several rings bolted into the wall.  There was a closet on the far side of the room.

“Unless the Master is present in this room with you, you are free to stand, move as you please, and can talk.”

Sarah did not wait to stand up and rub her sore knees.  The carpet throughout the house was soft, but the crawling was not easy. 

Sarah looked at Brittany.  “So I am allowed to talk without being spoken to first here, Madame?”

Brittany smiled and said, “Yes, and you can call me Brittany in our chambers only.  In this area of the house, we are free of our submission as long as the Master is not present.”

Sarah went to the closet and saw that it was full of clothes.  She took a robe off of its hanger and put it on.  Then she went and plopped down on the pillows and began to cry.  This day had been harder than any that she spent at the prison camp.  Never had she felt such humiliation.  Brittany sat down next to Sarah and started to comfort her.  “It is very hard at first, but it gets easier.  As you progress, you will get more privileges as you go.  I was a slave here as well.  I was arrested two years ago for the same mistake you made.  I was Mr. Hawk’s first experiment in rehabilitation.

“I was head strong and rebellious.  Paid for it too, my first three days were spent in the Punishment Room.  But eventually I learned to do as I was told, and I moved up from slave to assistant and given the badge of my office.” As she said that, she touched the bright red lock of hair.  “Now I have a bed that to sleep in, I can wear what I want, and do not have to do any of the chores.  I will tell you that I am not here to be your friend.  I have a job to do.  But I am allowed to help you while we are alone in our chambers.  Do you have any questions?”

Sarah thought for a moment as her tears subsided.  “Not right now.  I might later if that is alright.”

“That is fine.”  Brittany replied.  “Now let me tell you about the rules.  1. Unless otherwise stated, you are not allowed to wear clothing outside of our chambers until you are given that privilege.  2. Unless otherwise stated, you are to leave your hair down and loose.  This rule even applies while you are doing your chores and in our chambers.  3. If the Master comes into our chambers and you are standing and/or dressed, you are to undress and go down to the position that you would use outside of our chambers.  4. The first thing that you are to do every morning is to shower.  While in the shower, wash and condition your hair and wash your body all over.”

“Do I have to stay on my hands and knees while I am doing my chores?”  Sarah asked.

“Yes, unless you can not complete the chore in that position.  You may stand up to do the dishes and polish some of the higher furniture.  But if the Master comes into the room, you must stop what you are doing and go into the position you are supposed to be in.  The Master is kind, but strict.  He can also be very creative when it comes to punishments.  Well, it is time for us to go to bed.”  Brittany walked into the closet and came out with several lengths of chains with leather bands at one end.  She told Sarah to sit up.  A collar was placed around her neck and a shackle around both of her wrists.  The chain that was connected to the leather bands was then locked to the rings that were bolted to the wall. 

“If I am free in this room, then why am I being chained to the wall?”  Sarah asked.

“This is to keep you from wandering around the house at night and to teach you control over your body.”

“But what if I have to go to the restroom?”

“You wait until the morning.  That is part of the control that you have to learn.”  Brittany leaned down and gave Sarah a kiss on her forehead.  “Good night.  I will be back in the morning.”

Sarah did not sleep at all that first night.  Instead she lay on her pillow bed and cried.  Just when Sarah felt sleep starting to drift over her, Brittany came in and turned on the light.  Without a word, she unlocked the chains and removed the leather bands then walked out.

Sarah got up and went into the shower.  She washed and conditioned her hair and washed her body as instructed.  She dried off, brushed her hair and went out to start her daily chores. 

Crawling she left her room and went into the kitchen.  She thought that fixing breakfast would be best to do first.  There was a menu for the day on the counter.  She prepared the fruit and fixed three bowls as instructed and then set the table.  Sarah placed the three bowls in the refrigerator, thinking that the Master would not want her to eat before she was instructed to do so. 

She walked into the greeting room and started to clean.  She had finished the greeting room when she heard the Master call for her in the kitchen.  She came running into the room so as not to keep the Master waiting.  The look on his face concerned her.  She realized that she was not on her hands and knees as she was supposed to be.  Sarah felt herself flush and quickly dropped to her hands and knees.  Brittany and Mr. Hawk were sitting at the table.  Sarah crawled over to the refrigerator and retrieved two of the bowls and moved over to the table still on her knees and gently placed the two bowls on the table.  She returned to the refrigerator and retrieved the third bowl and started to place it on the table.  Brittany shook her head and pointed to a mat on the other side of the room.  Sarah moved over to the mat and set the bowl down.  Mr. Hawk began eating as did Brittany.  Sarah sat down and picked up a piece of fruit from the bowl. 

Mr. Hawk mused, “Brittany, did you give her permission to use her hands to eat?”

“No My Lord, I would not give her a privilege without your approval.”

Sarah wondered how am I supposed to eat without my hands?  But the answer came very quickly.  She set the piece of fruit back into the bowl.  Sighing and moving her hair over one shoulder, she put her hands on the floor and leaned into her bowl.  As she ate, Sarah could feel her skin redden with the blush to which she was becoming accustomed.  She ate very slowly.  It was not easy to degrade herself in this manner, but she was very hungry.

Sarah managed to get only a couple of bites before Mr. Hawk announced that he was finished.  Sarah kept trying to eat when she felt the flogger across her back.  The strike stung a lot more when her skin was bare.  Brittany said, “When the Master is done eating, you are done.  Clear the table and take care of the dishes.”  Sarah picked up her bowl and put it in the sink and cleared the table.  Before she had the dishes washed, Mr. Hawk came into the kitchen wearing a suit.  Sarah quickly stopped and went down to her hands and knees. 

“I am going to the office.” Mr. Hawk announced.  “Brittany, make sure that she follows all of the rules and does her chores.  For her disobedience concerning her position in this house, make her use the special brushes for cleaning the bathroom and kitchen.”  Sarah did not like the tone that he used when referring to the “special brushes”.  While working on the dishes, Sarah picked up a piece of fruit and started to place it in her mouth when she felt a sharp smack on her bottom. 

“Breakfast is over, wench.  That means you are done eating.”  Brittany said sternly as she grabbed a handful of Sarah’s hair and pulled her mouth away from the fruit.  “I will be watching you while you work to make sure that you do not break any of the rules. Understand?”

“Yes, Madame,” replied Sarah putting the remaining fruit into the garbage disposal and then she finished the dishes.  Sarah went to the living room and dining room and did the prescribed cleaning always under the watchful gaze of Brittany.  Brittany would lounge on the couch or a chair watching Sarah work.  Sarah then began work on the Master’s chambers. 

Once the bedroom was complete, Sarah went into the bathroom.  Brittany smiled at this point.  “First vacuum the floor and then I will give you the special brushes for the toilet and shower.”  Brittany said with almost a smile in her voice.  Sarah did as she was instructed, and after finishing the floor, she crawled over to Brittany and waited.  Brittany reached into a box on the counter and pulled out what at first glance looked like a toilet brush, but then Sarah noticed the straps and what looked like a mouth piece. 

“Open you mouth!” Brittany commanded.  Sarah did as she was ordered.  The mouthpiece was placed in her mouth and Brittany then buckled the straps behind Sarah’s head. 

Sarah was mortified.  It was one thing to be forced to crawl on her hands and knees like a dog while completely naked, but to be turned into essentially a human toilet brush was something else.  Sarah balked and tears started to run down her cheek.  Brittany saw this and said, “Oh, I am sorry, is this too difficult for you?” stroking Sarah’s cheek gently.  Sarah nodded.  “Well that is too bad.  Now clean the toilet!” 

As Brittany finished the command, she struck Sarah with the flogger hard on her bottom.  Sarah jumped and went to the toilet and started to scrub it as best she could and tried to keep her hair out of the water.  Once she was finished, she rushed over to Brittany to have her remove the wretched brush.  Brittany inspected the toilet and removed the toilet brush from Sarah’s mouth.  Sarah was glad for that to be over until she saw Brittany pull another brush out of the box.  This one was a deck brush like you would use on the floor.  “Now it is time for you to clean the shower.”  Sarah reluctantly opened her mouth and the mouthpiece was inserted and the straps buckled.  Sarah carefully crawled over to the shower and scrubbed the floor.  This time it was impossible for her to keep her hair out of the way.  After Sarah finished the bathroom, Brittany took the deck brush out of Sarah’s mouth

Brittany took her into the kitchen, and inserted a different brush into Sarah’s mouth.  Sarah noticed that the mouthpiece on this one was softer.  Sarah prepared the bucket of soapy water to clean the kitchen floor.  She set the bucket on the floor, got down on her hands and knees, and when she dipped the brush carefully into the soapy water, the taste of the soap came through the mouthpiece of the brush.  Sarah tried to spit the brush out, but the straps held it in place.  Brittany struck her with the flogger and ordered her to clean the floor.  Sarah wept the entire time she scrubbed the kitchen floor.  Brittany threw a towel onto the floor so that Sarah could dry the floor.  After finishing, Brittany removed the brush, and told her to clean her room, to clean their bathroom and then take another shower.

Sarah began to clean Brittany’s room.  Lazy bitch does not even help with the cleaning.  Do this, do that, clean my room.  She can clean her own damn room, Sarah muttered under her breath while she cleaned Brittany’s room.  Once Sarah had finished in the bedroom, Brittany placed the toilet brush into Sarah’s mouth again so that she could clean their toilet.  Sarah was getting angry at this treatment.  After the toilet was finished, Sarah waited for the deck brush for the shower glaring at Brittany the entire time she waited.  After cleaning the shower, Sarah was happy to be rid of the brushes and happily took her shower and spent extra time brushing her teeth to get the taste of the soap out of her mouth.  Brittany came in and told her that she was allowed to rest once she finished her chores if she got them done before the Master got home.  But 15 minutes before the Master arrived, she needed to crawl to the front door and await his return.  Once he returned from work, she needed to stay by his side unless she was ordered to do something or dismissed.  Sarah prepared lunch for herself and Brittany.  Placing her bowl on the floor, she ate quickly.  After lunch, Sarah washed the dishes and cleaned up from the preparations. 

Sarah was exhausted by this time.  She had a couple of hours before the Master was supposed to be home, so Sarah decided to take a nap.  She crawled to her pillow pile and sank into their softness. 

Sarah was abruptly awakened by Mr. Hawk calling for her.  She opened her eyes just as Brittany was running into her room.  Brittany had an urgent tone in her voice, “Get out there now!  The Master is VERY upset!”  Sarah struggled out of her cozy pile and crawled as fast as she could to the front door where Mr. Hawk was standing there awaiting her arrival.

Sarah crawled up to him and sat there with her head bowed.  She tried to exude regret and sorrow through her very posture.  Mr. Hawk looked pointedly down at her and then walked into the living room.  Sarah followed closely behind him.  Mr. Hawk ordered Sarah to fix him a drink.  Sarah crawled over to the bar and stood up only long enough to pour the ingredients for the drink he had ordered.  Then she returned to her already sore knees and crawled over to Mr. Hawk.  Bowing her head, she extended her hands to present the drink to him.  Mr. Hawk took a sip of the drink and then placed it in the middle of Sarah’s back.  The cold of the glass startled Sarah, but she managed not to wiggle so the drink did not spill.  Mr. Hawk began to read the newspaper, periodically taking a sip from the glass, but always replaced it on Sarah’s back.  Once he finished the drink and the newspaper, he instructed Sarah to take care of the glass and return.  Sarah carefully reached behind her and grabbed the glass.  Crawling to the kitchen as quickly as she could, she stumbled in her haste.  The glass hit the hard tile of the kitchen and shattered.  Sarah was mortified.  She got the broom and dustpan and swept the broken glass up and threw it away.  Her first instincts told her to run, but she knew better and slowly returned to the Master’s side. 

“Why did you break the glass?” He said in a calm tone.

“I did not mean too, sir, it was an accident.”  She replied on the verge of tears.

“You were told to take care of the glass, and now the glass is broken.  The accident was caused by your carelessness.  Therefore, it is your fault.”  With that, the Master got up and left the room.  Sarah followed him quickly and as she turned the corner to the slave’s quarters, she looked in horror as he led her into the Punishment Room.

Sarah sat there for a moment staring in disbelief.  It was an accident, she told herself.  Surely he could not punish me for an accident. 

“I am waiting, wench.”  The Master said from inside the Punishment Room.  Sarah slowly followed Mr. Hawk into the Punishment Room.  The walls were covered in black leather were lined with numerous contraptions.  Brittany came into the room and Mr. Hawk whispered something in her ear.  Brittany nodded and moved what looked like a saw horse into the middle of the room.  Mr. Hawk ordered Sarah to stand in front of the saw horse.  Sarah got up slowly and was shaking as she moved to the ordered place.  Brittany knelt down by Sarah’s ankles and buckled two straps to her ankles spreading her legs a couple of feet apart.  Brittany then stood up and grabbed a handful of Sarah’s hair and forced her down so that she was bent over the sawhorse.  Brittany then buckled two straps around Sarah’s wrists and secured the ends to the other side of the sawhorse.    A final strap was secured over Sarah’s waist and the other straps were pulled tight so that the only part of her body that she could move was her head. 

Sarah could see Mr. Hawk walking around her.  “You are to count each strike,” showing her a heavy looking wooden paddle.  With that, Mr. Hawk began to strike Sarah repeatedly with the paddle on her bottom.  Sarah counted each one aloud and remembered to use “Sir” after each one.  After twenty, the Master stopped and asked, “Whose fault was it that the glass broke?”

“It was an accident, sir, I promise.”  Sarah replied through the tears that were building up behind her eyes.

“That is the wrong answer, begin counting again.”  Mr. Hawk began to strike again.  Each strike began to feel as if it left fire where it landed.  Sarah counted and after another 20 strikes Mr. Hawk stopped. 

“Whose fault was it that the glass broke?”  He asked again calmly.

“It was mine sir; I was clumsy and dropped it.”  Sarah said. 

“That is much better.  Now that you have learned to take responsibility for your actions, we can begin your punishment.”  Sarah felt her heart sink at those words.  Didn’t she just receive punishment?  She thought.  The straps were released from her body and Brittany stood Sarah up by pulling another handful of hair.  Brittany did not release Sarah’s hair and dragged her over to one of the walls.  Sarah was turned to face the wall and was then chained to the wall so that her arms and legs were held apart in a spread eagle position.  Brittany then took Sarah’s hair and moved it over her shoulder so that her back was completely exposed.  Sarah felt the flogger strike her back over and over again.  She was not ordered to count so she did not.  It did not take long before Sarah’s tears were flowing freely down her cheeks.  Each strike would raise welts on her back.  She swore that some of her welts had to have welts.

The flogging continued.  Sarah had lost count of how many times the flogger had struck her.  She was getting lost in the sensation of the pain.  Her knees buckled but she was kept upright by the chains around her wrists.  The chains started to dig into her wrists and Sarah thought that she was going to pass out.  The flogging stopped.  After a moment, Sarah was able to stand up again and the chains were released.  Sarah crumpled into a heap on the floor. 

“I will expect better of you tomorrow.  You will meet me tomorrow when I get home from work holding a flogger in your mouth.  You will then be flogged for not meeting me there today.  Hopefully that will help you remember.  Now get out of my sight, wench.”  Mr. Hawk left the room.  Brittany came over and helped Sarah up to her hands and knees and guided her into her room.  She was secured to the wall again and then Brittany left the room.  Sarah cried until exhaustion overcame her and she drifted off into a fitful slumber.

The next morning Brittany came in and unlocked Sarah.  Sarah was sore, but she got up and showered and prepared breakfast and started on her cleaning until she was called.  She served breakfast and ate hers on the floor as was expected.  Sarah finished her cleaning duties and prepared lunch.  After lunch, Sarah decided to work on some of the laundry that had accumulated carefully keeping an eye on the time. 

            When Mr. Hawk walked through the door, Sarah was on her hands and knees by the door holding a flogger in her mouth.  Mr. Hawk smiled as he said, “Good girl.”  He took the flogger and took his seat in the living room.  Sarah followed him and positioned herself so that her back was facing him and braced herself for the flogging.  As promised, Mr. Hawk gave her ten quick and hard strikes and then set the flogger down.

            Sarah prepared and served dinner once she was told to do so.  After dinner she cleared the dishes and Mr. Hawk ordered her to follow him.  He went into his bedroom where he removed his clothes and laid down on his large bed.  Sarah was nervous until Mr. Hawk ordered her to give him a massage.  Relief washed over Sarah as she climbed up onto the bed and began to work the tension out of his shoulders and back.  Once his back was good and relaxed, she started on his legs.  After his legs and feet were relaxed, he turned over and she started on his chest.  Mr. Hawk was fairly well muscled, so it took some time to work through the tension.  At the end of the massage, Sarah realized that Mr. Hawk was erect.  She felt herself blush.  Mr. Hawk smiled and told her to massage him there as well.  He wanted her to get rid of all of the tension in his body.  Sarah was reluctant but the welts on her back and bottom reminded her that she needed to comply.  She wrapped her hand around his member and started to slowly pump up and down.  After a little while, she changed positions and her long soft hair gently brushed against Mr. Hawk.  He let out a quiet moan of pleasure. 

            Hearing his pleasure from the contact with her hair, she removed her hand long enough to wrap his manhood in her hair and the clasped her hand around him again and started caressing.  “Oh, that is a good girl.” He moaned softly.  Mr. Hawk started to writhe a little under her touch and she looked around quickly for a towel to catch his semen but there was not one around.  The last thing that she wanted to do was make a mess in his bed, so when he began to orgasm, she covered the tip of his member with her mouth and sucked all of the fluid into her mouth and swallowed it.  After his climax, Mr. Hawk laid there without moving for several minutes enjoying the relaxation that accompanied his climax.  Finally he stood up and told her to turn down his covers.  She complied and he climbed in and she covered him.  “You are dismissed.”  The statement came so casually that it almost seemed like she had not just pleasured him. 

            Sarah crawled out of his room and down the hall to her chambers.  She was angry.  He did not even thank her for her attentions.  Brittany came in and as she was locking her to the wall, Sarah asked, “Does that man ever thank his slaves?  I just gave him what I thought was a pretty good hand job and let him finish in my mouth, and not even a ‘thank you’ or ‘that was nice’.  NOTHING!”

            Brittany smiled, “He expects you to perform your duties.  Remember, he is doing you a huge favor by taking you out of the prison camp, giving you a much more comfortable place to live, and reducing your sentence.  I would say that you owe him your gratitude.  As harsh as he can be, the prison camp is MUCH worse.  I was there for over a year before I was rescued.  If you were only there for a week or two, be thankful that none of the guards took an interest in you.  In the year that I was there, I was beaten, raped, and tortured by the guards more times than I care to remember.  The treatment I received under the Master’s hand was nothing by comparison.”

            Sarah looked a little embarrassed.  “I did not think about it that way.”  Brittany had finished securing her to the wall and left.  Sarah went to sleep a little easier that night.

            The rest of the week, Sarah’s days were almost identical.  She did her chores, kept up with the laundry and prepared meals, all under the watchful eye of Brittany. 

Sarah viewed Brittany as two different people.  There was her friend Brittany when they were in their chambers.  They would laugh, joke, and Brittany would comfort Sarah when she needed it.  But then there was Brittany the Madame.  When they were outside of their chambers, Brittany was a harsh and demanding Mistress.  Sarah got used to it and enjoyed the time in their chambers.

One night during their down time, Sarah started to ask some questions.  “So how does a slave here get more privileges?”

Brittany smiled.  “As you service to the Master gets better, he will reward you by giving you more privileges.  Of all the privileges that I had received, my favorite had to be when I was given my bed.  It is very comfortable.  The bed was one of the last privileges I received.  The first one was that I was allowed to walk instead of crawl.  Then I was allowed to choose to wear clothes if I wanted to.  The selection was small but the clothes were nice.  Another privilege that I really enjoyed was being able to eat at the table.  You do not know how much you will look forward to being able to do that again.”

“Once you get a privilege, can they be taken away?”

“Yes.  The Master will only take away a privilege if it is being abused.  If you misbehave, then he will punish you.”

“So what happens after my time as a slave is done?”

“Well, after your reduced sentence is completed, you will probably be offered a position as an assistant like me.  You would still be under the control of the Master, but you get to wear clothing of your own choosing and have some say in how you wear your hair.  I will be an assistant for one year.  If I do well, I could be offered a position as a rehabilitationist.  I would move over to the guest wing and be able to choose a slave of my own.”

“That sounds like it could be fun.” 

“Good night Sarah, get some sleep.”  Sarah was chained to the wall and sleep found her quickly.

            Her evenings were spent with the Master entertaining him in any way that he wished.  One night she did a lap dance for him and another night she and Brittany kissed and touched each other while he watched.  It was strange to her, but she accepted her position with a strange sense of joy.

 

CHAPTER 3

 

            The weekend came.  Mr. Hawk did not go to work after breakfast.  Instead, he called for Brittany and Sarah to come into his chambers.  Brittany walked in and Sarah crawled.  Mr. Hawk was sitting on the couch in the sitting area, Brittany took a seat in the chair, and Sarah knelt down in front of Mr. Hawk. 

            Mr. Hawk began, “We are going out this evening.  The Rehabilitation Group is meeting at one of the other manors.  Brittany, you are to wear your best dress.  Sarah, you will wear a robe when we leave, but upon our arrival you are to undress and go down to your hands and knees.”

            Brittany seemed excited, “So I will be going with you?”

            “Yes, you are my assistant now and will be attending me in that capacity at the meeting tonight.  Sarah will be there as one of the subjects.  I do expect for both of you to be on your best behaviors.  Now the two of you need to get ready.  Brittany, before you go, I need to speak with you alone.”  Sarah nodded and crawled out of the room. 

             “Now that we are alone, I would like for you to have your hair braided in such a way that your badge of position,” touching her bright red lock, “is displayed.  Remember that you are still under me and so you still need to show the other specialists the respect that you show me.  However, you do not have to follow any orders other than mine.”

            Brittany nodded, “Of course Sir.  I hope I do not let you down.”

            Sarah reached her chambers.  She was nervous.  She had become accustomed to being naked in front of Brittany and the Master.  But tonight, there would be many others there.  Brittany got into the shower.  After washing herself, shaving her legs, and taking care of her hair, she got out and dried herself off as Brittany was getting into the shower.

            Sarah went into her room and picked out a beautiful silk robe.  When she put the robe on, it almost felt strange to her to be wearing any clothing at all.  She brushed out her hair, noting that the ends were looking a little ragged and felt that she needed to get her hair trimmed.  When Brittany got out of her shower, Sarah went into the bathroom and asked her about the hair trimming. 

            “Oh, the Master will notice very soon and will make arrangements to deal with it.  What ever you do, do not cut it yourself.  That will really piss him off.”  Brittany removed the towel that she had her hair wrapped in.  Her hair came down to just below her shoulder blades.  “My hair was as long as yours when I first arrived, but I took it upon myself to trim my hair.  The Master had a stylist come in and he had my hair cut to my jaw line.  What was even worse was the next time I was punished he had the length of my hair made into a flogger.  Let me tell you, that punishment stung physically and was extremely humiliating.”

            Sarah acknowledged what she had been told and finished getting ready.  While she was waiting to be summoned, she heard Brittany get upset in her chambers.  Sarah went through the bathroom that connected their bedrooms and poked her head into Brittany’s room.

            “Are you okay?” Sarah asked.

            “The Master wants me to braid my hair so that my red lock is displayed and I can not get my hair do it.  Are you any good at braiding hair?”

            “Let me see what I can do.”  Sarah commented starting to brush Brittany’s soft blond hair. “What is so special about that red streak anyway?”

            Brittany smiled.  “That was a gift from the Master when I finished my time as a slave and became his assistant.  It hurt a lot when it was done because it was a permanent change.  I never have to worry about roots showing.  Apparently it is a new medical procedure where they can permanently change the color of your hair from the roots.  I suspect that because it hurts so much, it has not caught on for people who normally get their hair dyed.”

After a couple of attempts to braid Brittany’s hair, Sarah finally managed to French braid with the lock of bright red hair could be seen throughout the braid.  “That looks great, thank you, sweetie.”  Brittany said giving Sarah a kiss on the cheek.  Sarah turned and saw the beautiful black floor length dress that Brittany had picked out for the meeting.  The dress showed off every curve of Brittany’s curvaceous body.  Brittany had chosen a pair of three inch high heels with straps that wrapped up her ankle.  Sarah helped Brittany get dressed and they were checking each other when the Master summoned them.

            Brittany and Sarah went to the door, Brittany was walking and Sarah was doing her best to crawl in the robe.  Sarah was astonished at how the Master looked.  She had seen him in suits almost every time she had seen him, but the tuxedo he wore looked even better on him.  Sarah opened the door and waited for the Master and Brittany to go through before going through herself.  The Master informed Sarah that she could walk when they were outside because he did not want her knees getting scraped on the pavement.  Sarah went to the limo and opened the door.  The Master climbed in followed by Brittany, getting a little help from Sarah.  Sarah then entered the limo, closing the door behind her, and took her place on the floor. 

            The ride lasted for about an hour.  When the limo stopped and Sarah opened the door, she was looking at another manor house, just as extravagant as the Master’s but different in style.  Sarah waited for the other two to exit and then got out of the limo and closed the door.  Running ahead of the other two, Sarah rang the doorbell and stepped to one side to make room for her Master and Brittany.

            A man dressed in a tuxedo opened the door, bowed his head and bid them to enter.  Once inside the door, Sarah quickly removed the robe that she was allowed to wear outside and went down to her hands and knees and crawled following her Master and Brittany.  They went into a huge dining room.  Sarah saw that there were twelve chairs surrounding the table.  Eight of the chairs had mats a few feet behind them.  There were other guests in the room as well as other slaves.  There were men and women alike on their hands and knees.  Sarah followed her Master closely as she did not want to lose him in the small crowd and possibly make him look bad.  Most of the slaves had collars and leashes that their Masters or Mistresses held, but Sarah was one of two slaves that were not leashed.  Her Master began to talk to one of the Mistresses who had a buff looking male slave on a leash.  He asked her how her new slave was behaving. 

            “I swear I do not know what to do with him.  He is headstrong and refuses to submit.  I have to punish him daily.  Either he is stupid and forgets even the simplest list of chores or likes the punishment.  If he does not straighten up soon” she glared down at him giving the leash a sharp tug “I will have no choice but to return him to the prison camp.”  Sarah saw her slaves eyes widen at the final comment.  “So I see that Brittany has graduated to assistant.  Congratulations.”

            “Thank you Madame.  I am honored for the chance to help my Master as much as he has helped me.”  Brittany said smiling at the Mistress.

            The door to the room once again opened and a man with a red-headed female slave on a leash entered.  The Mistress that her Master had been speaking with requested that everyone take a seat at their places at the table.  Her Master found his seat and Brittany sat next to him.  Sarah took her place behind her Master at the mat.  The slaves that were on leashes had their leashes secured to rings bolted into the wall.  Sarah felt a little bit of pride in the fact that she was not leashed.  The only other slave that was not leashed was apparently close to becoming an assistant as he was not on his hands and knees and was allowed to sit at the table, although he was only allowed to wear pants. 

            There was a long discussion at the table concerning punishment methods, training techniques, and what privileges should be given when.  Then each of the Masters or Mistresses took a turn to tell the room a little about their slaves, including what each was arrested for, how long they were sentenced, and how the slave was doing.  Sarah did not care much to hear about the other slaves’ pasts, but she listened intently and tried to remember their names and how they well they were doing.  When her Master spoke, she listened intently to all he said.

            “Sarah was arrested for drug possession and prostitution and was sentenced to six years at hard labor.  She was at the prison for about a week when she got into a fight with another inmate and had an extra three months added to her sentence.  She has had a little bit of a rough start, but I have only had to punish her twice in her first week.  I remember that I had to spend the first three evenings with Brittany in the punishment room, so I would say she is doing great.”  Sarah felt herself flush with embarrassment. 

            Eventually, several carts were brought into the room.  There was one placed in front of each of the slaves.  Those who were leashed to the walls had their leashes removed from their collars.  Once all of the slaves were un-tethered and all of the carts were in place, the slaves were told to present their Masters or Mistresses with their dinners.  Sarah went quickly to the cart and found the two plates for her Master and Brittany.  Moving quickly but carefully, Sarah placed the two plates in front of their intended recipients.  Then moving back towards the cart, she saw the bowl with food for her.  She took it back to her mat and began to eat while watching her Master and Brittany carefully in case they needed a drink refilled or needed anything else. 

            Sarah finished her dinner as quickly as she could in between refilling the small goblets for her Master and Brittany.  Once she was finished, she placed her bowl on the cart and waited on the other two.  The Master and Brittany were taking their time.  Once they finished, Sarah crawled over to the table and took their plates back to the cart.  As soon as everyone had finished their dinners and the plates were back on the carts, everyone that was at the table picked up their goblets and moved to the sitting room. 

The conversations seemed to take on a lighter tone in the sitting room.  The business portion of the meeting had been completed in the dining room.  The Masters and Mistresses sat for several hours discussing everything from the weather to the state of The State.  Sarah and the other slaves were kneeling on the floor refilling the drinks as requested.  It was during one of these refills that a male slave knocked over the goblet of his Mistress right into her lap.  Her beautiful dress was stained with the red wine from the goblet.  Then her slave made a larger mistake, he started to laugh uncontrollably.  The Mistress, furious, began to yell at her slave.  “What in the hell do you think you are laughing at you clumsy oaf?!?  You are going to be punished worse than you can imagine.”  The slave stopped laughing quickly and dropped down to his hands and knees, but Sarah could still see him heaving with laughter.  She clapped her hands twice and two very muscular men came into the room.  “May I borrow your enforcers Mrs. Python?”  The lady asked of the hostess.

“By all means, Mrs. Tiger, you know you do not need to ask.”

“Pin him down on his back boys.  We are going to have a little show.”

The two muscular men grabbed the laughing slave and forced him down to the ground face up, one holding his arms and the others holding his legs.

Brittany leaned down to Sarah and whispered, “The Mistresses have enforcers to help them deal with their male slaves.  Otherwise the slaves could easily overpower their Mistresses.”  Sarah just nodded and watched.

Mr. Hawk spoke up at this time.  “Ladies, I have a wonderful idea for a punishment for your slave if I may be so bold.”

Mrs. Tiger looked at Mr. Hawk and simply raised an eyebrow to him. 

“Why don’t we let my little Sarah here tease him to the edge of climax repeatedly but not allow him to orgasm.  She is very talented with her hands and mouth.”

Sarah blanched at her Master’s suggestion.  Mrs. Tiger’s face turned into the wickedest smile that Sarah had ever seen.  “I like the way you think Mr. Hawk.  My little Robert here has a very difficult time climaxing if he has been teased too much and further attention becomes very painful for him at that point.  You do not mind letting me borrow your little Sarah do you?”

“I would not have offered the suggestion if I minded.  By all means, Sarah, I want you to tease that little bastard.  Do not let him climax or you will be punished.”

Sarah looked at her Master and answered, “As you wish Sir.”  She crawled over to the pinned man and sat next to him.  Gently wrapping her fingers around his already erect member, she slowly and rhythmically she began to move her hand up and down, pumping him gently.

“Harder Sarah, I want you to go harder!” cried Mrs. Tiger.

“Please be patient Mrs. Tiger” sang the voice of her Master.  “She knows what she is doing and believe me, Robert may be enjoying it now, but she knows exactly when to stop.  Do continue Sarah.”  Sarah smiled remembering her training as an exotic dancer.  She learned how to read a man’s reaction so that she could give him a lap dance and be able to stop the grinding right as he was on the edge.  

Sarah continued stroking slowly and gently watching Robert’s face the entire time. Robert started to writhe under the pumping and just when one more downward pump would send him over the edge, Sarah removed her hand.  Robert struggled against his building frustration.  Sarah leaned down and gave Robert a deep long kiss while his body calmed down. 

 After giving Robert a few moments to relax, Sarah wrapped her hair around his member and began to stroke him again. This time the stroking was a little harder and a little faster.  It did not take long before Robert was writhing under her attentions again and with her perfect timing Sarah stopped and removed her hair just before sending Robert over the edge into a state of bliss.  Robert arched his back this time and let out a slight moan.

What surprised Sarah was that she found she was getting excited herself at giving this other slave his punishment.  Sarah ran her soft hands up Robert’s member a couple of times giving just a moment’s rest in between strokes.  Sarah then leaned over Robert’s member, flicked the tip with her tongue and then slowly moved so that the length of her hair brushed against Robert’s throbbing member.  Robert displayed his enjoyment, releasing a soft moan.  Sarah repeated the action, this time paying a little attention to one of his erect nipples while her hair was still entwined around his member. 

Sarah moved quickly and with her hair still around Robert’s base, she opened her mouth and took in his entire length.  Robert gasped at the sudden intensity of the sensation.  Sarah did not move her head, but instead began to run her tongue up and down his length.  Robert was on the edge once again and tried not to show any signs, but just as he thought he would climax, Sarah once again stopped.

“You bitch!”  Robert cried out to the gasping horror of the others in the room.

“Gag him!”  Mrs. Tiger commanded pointing to two of the other female slaves in the room.  One of the two slaves was handed a silken scarf.  They both Knelt by Robert’s head and placed the scarf over his mouth.  With a little effort, they were able to force him to open his mouth and then the two ladies held the scarf in place by pinning it to the floor with their hands.

Sarah looked up at Mr. Hawk with pleading eyes.

“Do you wish something my little Sarah?”  He said in response to her plea.

“Sir, may I give him a dance?  I believe that will be very teasing for him and I hope it will also please the others in the room.  I ask only because I will need to rise from my place in order to do it.”

Mr. Hawk scanned the room and received a very positive reaction from her request.  “Yes you may.  But make sure it is a good one.  If you would be so kind as to provide us with some music, Mrs. Python, something energetic?”  The music began to play.  “You may begin Sarah.”

Upon hearing the music, Sarah began to slowly rise with the beat.  Moving her body almost as a belly dancer would.  Her hips swayed with the beat of the music while her hands and head moved to the melody.  She moved so that she was standing over Robert.  She bent down quickly and with a careful rotation of her neck, brought her hair down in a lashing stroke across his chest and then stood straight again.  Slowly lowering her body so that she was almost sitting on his stomach, Sarah let her fingernails glide down his muscular chest.  She leaned forward as if to kiss him, but stopped just short of his mouth and then slid her entire body down a few inches.  Robert moaned as her weight forced his member to point toward his feet.  Sarah began to move her hips up and down as if she was making love to him, but he was not inside of her.  When Sarah was a dancer, this move did not do much to excite her due to her panties, but completely naked, her clitoris was rubbing up and down Robert’s member. 

She continued this torture for some time.  Robert went from moans of enjoyment to signs of discomfort.  Sarah had managed in a very short time to achieve Mrs. Tiger’s goal of getting Robert so excited that he would be unable to orgasm and the teasing was now beginning to hurt.  By this time, Sarah felt like she was on the edge of her own climax. 

“Stop!” The command came from Mr. Hawk.  “Mrs. Tiger, do you feel like your little Robert has had enough?  I fear my little Sarah might climax if she continues.  If you do not feel that Robert has had enough, then I would suggest we give Sarah a little reward by letting her climax while fully riding your little Robert.”  Robert’s eyes went wide, and he was trying his best to plead with Mrs. Tiger through the gag.  Sarah was a little nervous about the suggestion.  The teasing and dancing were one thing, she used to be an exotic dancer, but to make love to someone while all of these people watched was almost too much.

Mrs. Tiger thought for a moment and then smiled.  “I think that Sarah does deserve a reward.  Sarah I want you to make love to Robert until you are fully satisfied.  Remove the gag.  I want to hear his moaning and begging.”

Sarah looked at Mr. Hawk.  All he did was nod to her.  Sarah lifted herself up enough and slid down Roberts throbbing manhood.  She was so excited from the dance that just taking him inside of her almost pushed her over the edge.  She began to move her hips up and down enjoying the sensations of pleasure she was feeling.  After a few moments, Sarah began to climax.  As her climax began Robert let out a moan of pain due to the Sarah’s muscles tightening around his member.  Sarah let out a scream of pleasure as she climaxed riding Robert hard and faster.  Sarah did not stop though, she wanted more.  She said fully satisfied, Sarah reminded herself. 

Sarah kept on riding poor Robert who was now struggling in pain against the enforcers.  Sarah felt her second climax building quickly.  Without warning the wave of pleasure that had been building crashed over her sending her into throws of passion.  Her second climax seemed to last for an hour and as she was coming down from her ecstasy, she could hear Robert begging his Mistress to forgive him. 

Slowing down, Sarah looked at Mrs. Tiger.  “Are you fully satisfied my dear?” She asked Sarah.

“If it would please Madame, I would like to have one more.  This feels wonderful.”

Mrs. Tiger smiled, “Very well then, one more.”

Sarah began to speed up again much to Robert’s protests.  As she began to feel her third climax build up, she heard Mrs. Tiger speak.  “Now then Robert, how does this feel?”

“It hurts, Madame.  It hurts a lot.  Please tell her to stop.”  Robert answered with a whining tone in his voice.  Sarah started to feel a little guilty.  She did not realize that Robert was in as much pain as he was.

“And what have we learned from this experience?”

“That I need to be more careful in the future Madame and that if I make a clumsy mistake, I need to do everything I can to fix it.”

“Is that all you learned?”

“I also learned that I should never laugh at the mistakes I make, especially if my clumsiness affected you Madame.”

“Sarah is going to have her last orgasm and then she is going to stop.  I hope that you will do better in the future.”

“I will, Madame, I promise.”

Sarah was on the edge when their conversation had finished.  Part of her felt guilty for putting Robert in so much pain, but there was another part of her that was very pleased at the fact that Mrs. Tiger and Mr. Hawk were satisfied at the job she was doing.  She decided to hold her last climax off for as long as she could.  When she could no longer hold her release, the flood gate of pleasure was opened and Sarah had another screaming orgasm. 

With her third orgasm coming to an end, Sarah climbed off of Robert and crawled over to Mr. Hawk who greeted her with a smile and a nod.  “Well done, my little Sarah.  Well done.”

Sarah spent the rest of the time in the sitting room in a relaxed state of bliss.  It was some time later that Mr. Hawk and Brittany got up to leave.  The three went to the door and Sarah was given her robe.  Sarah put the robe on and opened the door.  After the Mr. Hawk and Brittany went through the door, Sarah followed.  Opening the limo door and following the other two in.  During the ride back to Mr. Hawk’s manor house, Sarah almost dozed off several times.  When they finally arrived, Sarah groggily opened the doors and followed the Master and Brittany into the manor.  Sarah removed her robe just inside the front door and crawled to her pillow pile and fell asleep almost immediately.  Brittany came into Sarah’s room shortly after Sarah had fallen asleep.  Brittany decided to be nice and did her best to chain Sarah to the wall without waking her.

 

 

CHAPTER 4

 

            Brittany woke up early the morning after the dinner and was unable to go back to sleep.  She decided to be nice and fix breakfast and let Sarah sleep in.  She knew that the Master would not wake for some time.  After breakfast was ready and in the refrigerator, Brittany took her morning shower and got dressed.

            Brittany woke Sarah gently, even though she was tempted to tickle the sleeping and bound beauty on the pillow pile.  Sarah was very reluctant to wake up as she was still under the effects of her multiple climaxes the night before.  Sarah sat up and when Brittany had finished unchaining her from the wall, Sarah noticed the time and panicked. 

            “Oh no, I have to get breakfast ready before the Master awakens!”  Sarah exclaimed with panic in her voice.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I have been awake for a little while and made breakfast so that you could sleep in.”  Brittany said trying to calm Sarah’s fears by stroking her long hair.  Sarah relaxed quickly and thanked Brittany for helping her.

“Well, I need to take my shower and get ready.”  Sarah stretched and rose leaving the serenity of her pillow pile for the day.  After Sarah was showered and ready for the day, she began her cleaning regiment.

Sarah had finished the greeting room, dining room, and living room before the Master emerged from his chambers.  He summoned Sarah to the kitchen.  Sarah crawled into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator to retrieve the breakfast that Brittany had prepared.  Sarah served breakfast to the Master and Brittany then began to eat hers.  After the Master had finished, Sarah took the dishes to the sink and washed them.  As she finished the final bowl, the doorbell rang.

Mr. Hawk told Sarah to answer the door.  Sarah had become used to her position and lack of clothing that she was no longer embarrassed when at the manor house.  However her unease returned as she crawled towards the door.  Sarah knelt by the door and opened it to see a strange man with a large bag standing at the door.  Without a word, he walked in.  Sarah closed the door behind the man.  Sarah bowed her head as she could not bring herself to look at this strange man. 

“Take me to your Master, girl.”  His voice sounded almost like a growl. 

“Yes sir.”  Sarah replied and began to crawl to the kitchen where her master was waiting. 

Upon entering the room, Mr. Hawk stood up and extended his hand.  “Thank you Sam for coming on such short notice.  Brittany and that one,” pointing at Sarah, “both need to get their hair trimmed.”

“You know all you have to do is call, Mr. Hawk.  I am always happy to help you.”  Turning his attention to Brittany, Sam said “so how are you my lovely?”

“I am well, Sam.  Thank you for asking.”

“So what are we doing with your lovely hair today?”

Brittany did not answer instead casting a glance at the Master.  Mr. Hawk simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “What would you like Sam to do with your hair?”

Brittany thought for a moment.  “I think just a trim will do.  I am trying to grow my hair long like it used to be.”

Sam told Sarah to pull one of the chairs to the middle of the kitchen and to kneel behind it.  Sarah did as she was instructed.  Sam opened his bag and removed a comb, a brush, a pair of scissors, and a spray bottle.  “Hold out your hands, girl.” Sarah raised herself up a little and held her hands flat with her palms up.  Sam placed the items onto her hands and then reached in the bag and removed an apron, then motioned for Brittany to sit in the chair.  Brittany did as was requested.  Sam wrapped the apron around Brittany and took the spray bottle and began to wet her hair.  Then taking the comb and scissors, began to trim Brittany’s lovely locks.  It did not take long for Sam to trim Brittany’s hair.  Sam ran the brush through Brittany’s hair and then removed the apron.  Brittany got out of the chair. 

Sam then removed the items from Sarah’s hands and told her to sit in the chair.  Sarah glanced over to Mr. Hawk who simply nodded.  “So what are we doing with this mop?

Sarah was appalled.  “Just a trim sir, thank you.” She answered but her tone was very indignant. 

“I wasn’t talking to you, girl.  Mr. Hawk, what are we doing with this mop?”

Mr. Hawk thought for a moment.  “Keep as much of the length as you can, but other than that, have fun.”  Mr. Hawk changed his attentions to Sarah.  “I will deal with your impudence later.”

Sarah bowed her head and felt the blood rush to her skin in the blush that she was becoming accustomed wearing.  Sam took the spray bottle and proceeded to completely wet Sarah’s hair.  Sam seemed to be very careful while working on Br.  He was not so gentle with Sarah pulling her hair several times.  Sam began cutting.  Sarah was told to look bend her hair forward, and in doing so saw some very long strands of her hair on the floor.  After a few minutes, Sam stood in front of Sarah and admired his work for a moment and then turned to Mr. Hawk removing the apron.

“So what do you think Mr. Hawk?  Is it to your liking?”

Mr. Hawk circled Sarah several times before he smiled and replied.  “It is very nice as usual Sam.  You are a true artist.”

“You flatter me Mr. Hawk.”

“How much do I owe you?”

“The usual for Brittany and nothing for that mop there.”  Sam said pointing at Sarah.  “That was a fashion emergency.”

“I will call Mrs. Python and make the necessary arrangements then.  Thank you again for coming on such short notice.”

“Well, I need to go.  I have a date with a truly scrumptious morsel that I need to get ready for.”

“Very well, Sam, have a good time.  Sarah, see my friend out.”

Sarah slid from the chair onto the floor and noticed how much of her hair was on the floor.  She could feel the anger starting to rise.

“I am waiting, girl.”  Sam announced.

Sarah crawled to the door and opened for Sam.  She had never been happier to see someone leave.  Sarah always had always taken pride beautiful hair and for this bastard to insult her as he did filled her with a rage she had never felt before.  His words hurt her badly.  Sam bid Mr. Hawk farewell again and left. 

Sarah quickly closed the door and then saw her reflection in the mirror behind the door.  She had never been a fan of layered hair styles however; she had to admit that the style that Sam had given her really complimented her facial features and looked really good.  With that realization, her anger quickly subsided and was replaced by guilt for the way she had treated him. 

Sarah crawled back into the kitchen and began to sweep the hair up.  The only thoughts that ran through her mind were about the way she had treated Sam and what the punishment would be for her attitude.  There was no hope that had not noticed her attitude.  Her only choice was to accept whatever punishment that he saw fit to give her.

As Sarah finished sweeping the hair on the kitchen floor, she could hear that the Master and Brittany were talking.  As hard as she tried to fight the urge to listen, her curiosity overpowered her.

“I mean no disrespect sir, but Sam was very harsh in the way that he treated Sarah.  I feel that her attitude was justified.”  Brittany’s voice was filled with an honest concern.  “I really do not think that her attitude with Sam justifies such a harsh punishment.”

“I do hear what you are saying Brittany, but Sarah disrespected a friend of mine and a guest in my manor.  It is for this reason that I have chosen such an extreme punishment.  Now remember your place.  I will ask for your opinion, but if I give you an order, you are expected to follow it.  You are only an assistant and therefore still subject to be punished.”

“Yes sir, I understand.  I will go and prepare the items you requested in the punishment room.”

Sarah crawled away from the door as quickly as she could.  She managed to reach the dustpan by the trash can before Brittany opened the door to the Master’s chambers.  Brittany walked out with a grim look on her face and walked past Sarah, without even looking at her, and went into the Punishment Room.

The Master entered the kitchen as Brittany was leaving Sarah’s sight.  He snapped his fingers.  With a large sigh of resignation, Sarah crawled with her head low over to the Master’s side.  His voice boomed like thunder in Sarah’s ears.  “Are you ready to have the little attitude of yours adjusted?”

“Yes sir.  I regret speaking to your friend in the harsh manner that I used.  I will not ask for forgiveness or mercy and willingly accept whatever punishment you see fit to give me.”

The Master almost seemed shocked by her words but did not let it show.  Sarah crawled, with her head still bowed, following the Master as he walked into the Punishment Room.  Sarah did not raise her head when he stopped.  She remained motionless even though she was terrified.  She was determined to accept the punishment that the Master saw fit to give her hoping that it would help to alleviate the guilt that was haunting her as her words played over in her head.

Sarah was ordered to stand.  She slowly allowed herself to rise from the floor, never raising her head, until she was standing in the middle of the Punishment Room.  Sarah’s hands were bound by heavy leather shackles in front of her.  There were three heavy chain links between the shackles with a clip of some kind attached to the middle link.  The Master then ordered Sarah to stand near the wall by Brittany.  Sarah looked up only long enough to find where Brittany was standing, then lowered her head again and carefully walked over to stand next to Brittany.  Brittany whispered, “I am sorry.”  Sarah simply shook her head.

The Master connected the clip from her wrist bindings to a cable that descended from the ceiling.  Sarah heard a strange sound as the electric motor of the wench started to wind the cable causing Sarah’s wrists to begin to rise.  Her wrists continued to rise until she was standing on her toes with her arms stretched high above her.  Sarah was happy that her hair was covering her face so that she did not see what was going to happen to her.  The motor kept running and Sarah’s feet were lifted off of the floor.  Her shoulders began to hurt almost immediately.  Sarah could see that she was suspended about three feet off of the floor.  Brittany strapped some heavy shackles around Sarah’s ankles.  These were not connected by a chain, but instead had clips attached and the shackles were applied so that the clips were on the inside of her legs.  The Master came into Sarah’s view and was holding a metal bar about three feet in length.  He attached one end of the bar to each ankle forcing Sarah’s legs to separate mercilessly.  Sarah could see that there was another clip in the middle of the bar.

The Master connected a second cable to the clip in the middle of the bar and then started a second wench began to run and started to raise her legs.  As her legs were being raised, her arms were lowered a few feet.  When the wenches stopped, Sarah was suspended from her wrists and the bar between her ankles like a hammock.  Sarah was very uncomfortable in this new position.  The fact that the shield of hair she was using to keep her from seeing what was going on around her had fallen down cascading loose behind her did not help. 

Brittany began to run her fingers through Sarah’s hair for a few moments before securing Sarah’s hair in a tight bun.  As Brittany finished with Sarah’s hair, the Master stood over Sarah.  Sarah could fell him standing there even though she held her eyes tightly closed, but through her closed eyelids, she could see a flickering light.  Sarah decided to open her eyes and just when she saw the candle that the Master was holding, he turned it sideways allowing the melted wax to splash onto Sarah’s stomach.  The wax was hot and it splattered when it touched her skin leaving a burning sensation across a wide area.  Sarah held back the sound of pain and surprise that was trying to escape her lips.  I am going to take this without a sound.  Sarah thought to herself as the wax from a second candle was poured higher on her stomach.  Some of the wax splashed onto the bottom of Sarah’s breasts.  Sarah gasped and bit her lip as the wax burned her again.

Sarah’s skin was not the only part of her body growing warm.  She began to feel the warmth of excitement between her mercilessly stretched legs.  The wax continued to be poured across Sarah’s exposed torso.  Sarah was unable to move to avoid the wax instead could brace herself before each candle.  The wax eventually covered Sarah’s entire stomach and the new wax no longer burned as it was poured on over the existing wax. 

“How does it feel wench?”  The Master’s voice rang out piercing the pain that was beginning to haze Sarah’s mind.

“It hurts Sir.  My skin feels like it is on fire.”  Sarah replied panting.

Sarah had no sooner replied when the Master poured more wax on the mostly exposed skin of her breasts.  The only wax that was on her breasts up to that point had been the small spots that had splashed from her stomach.  Sarah’s control faded at the intensity of the burning on the sensitive skin of her breasts.  Sarah let out a quiet gasp and a tear began to run down her cheek.  More wax was applied to her breasts covering them like her stomach.  Sarah’s breathing at this point became erratic, somewhere between panting and gasping.  She was covered in wax completely from her neck to her waist and the covered skin was on fire from the light burns the hot wax had caused.  Sarah’s mind was lost in the intensity of the pain.

Suddenly there was a new sensation as pleasure began to radiate from between her outstretched legs.  Brittany was gently running her tongue up Sarah’s sex in long slow strokes.  Sarah tried to writhe with the pleasure but was still unable to move due to her bindings.  The pleasure was not cutting through the pain, but instead was beginning to mix with the pain.  Mixing the two sensations caused both the pain and pleasure to intensify.  Sarah was standing on the edge of blissful release when Brittany stopped.

The Master began to carefully remove the now cool wax.  His fingers peeling the wax off Sarah’s tender flesh caused ripples of pain and pleasure that kept Sarah at the edge that Brittany had taken her to.  By the time the Master had removed the wax shell, Sarah was blinded by her desires for a release.  Sarah mind was so wrapped up in the pain and pleasure that she did not notice that the wenches began to run again bringing her upright and suspended again.

Sarah felt the soft strands of Brittany’s hair rubbing on her back.  Sarah let out a soft moan of pleasure at the gentle caress of the silky locks.  The strands were removed and before Sarah could utter a disappointed moan, she was struck hard by those strands of blond silk.  Again and again the hair whipped her back.  The sensation was different than the hard leather of the flogger.  Instead of stinging like the flogger, these were softer but each strike of the hair felt like it would cut through Sarah’s skin.  The pain began to overtake the pleasure again but the whipping continued.

“Have you had enough wench?”  The Master asked.

“It is not enough Sir until you feel it is enough.”  Sarah replied.  Sarah had no sooner finished her answer when she felt Brittany’s tongue begin to tease her again raising the level of pleasure to where it was even with the pain. 

The Master began to whip Sarah again with the soft hair while Brittany continued her tongue ministrations.  Sarah quickly became lost in the confusing dichotomy of the physical sensations.  Part of her wanted the torture to be over while another part of her was enjoying intensity and the passion that she was feeling.  With each lash of Brittany’s tongue and hair, Sarah felt her pleasure begin to rise and crest.

“Do you want us to stop?”  The Master asked between two lashes.

“Please… No… Sir….”  Sarah answered with a lot of difficulty.  Her mind lost.  She could not think but only feel.  Pain and pleasure had become one.  Sarah could feel herself reaching out for that climax riding the wave of pleasure not knowing whether the Brittany’s tongue or the Master whipping her with Brittany’s hair was going to finally cause the tidal wave to crash and wash over her.

The wave was starting to crash when both sensations stopped.  Sarah began to convulse as her body wanting to release the tension fought to do so without the sensations that were causing it.  Sarah began to beg, “Please Sir.  I need more, please do not stop.  I am almost there.”  The bun of Sarah’s hair was released cascading down her back and kept her at the point that they left her when their attentions stopped. 

There was a loud clap as the door of the Punishment room closed and when Sarah looked around, the room was empty except for her.  Brittany and the Master left her in the room by herself dangling from the ceiling with her legs spread apart.  Sarah had never experienced the level of desire that was pounding at the door of her sanity.  She wanted, no, needed to have a release.  The sensation of her hair brushing the tender skin of her back and breasts was enough to keep her on that edge, but not enough to allow her to finish her pleasure.  All of the lights in the room were then turned off.  This room was completely dark.  There was no light at all coming from even the tiniest of sources.  Sarah lost all sense of time between the dark and the torture of her condition.

Sarah had no way of telling how long she was hanging there in her torment of pleasure and pain.  The complete darkness of the room forced her mind to turn in on itself.  She could not focus on anything but the sensations coming from her tender and excited body.  The entire time she dangled from the ceiling her body stayed in that excited state where one more lash of the whip or caress of Brittany’s tongue would send her into a final release.  Sarah began to thrash her head trying to whip herself with her own hair in order to send her over that edge.  Unfortunately the thrashing was not enough to increase the sensations to a level that would push her over the edge instead it increased her frustration.  This did not deter Sarah from continuing to thrash.  The feeling of her own hair gently hitting the tender skin of back and breasts felt good and was increasing the sensations.  Sarah continued to thrash about adding to her frustration until she was exhausted and could no longer move. 

Once she had completely exhausted herself, the door opened again.  Sarah could see that the sun had gone down.  She had been in that hellish torment for several hours and her body was still on the edge of a climax.  The Master and Brittany walked into the room.  The light streaming into the room pierced Sarah’s eyes adding another sensation of pain to her already confused mind.  The wench was lowered and when Sarah’s feet were on the floor still held apart by the bar, her knees lacked the strength to support her.  The wench continued to lower Sarah allowing her to completely crumple to the floor in slow motion.  As the cool leather floor touched the abused skin of her back, waves of pleasure took her frustration higher.  The relief of pressure on her shoulders added to frustration as well when they began throbbing in waves of gratitude.  The Master removed the bar from Sarah’s ankles and Sarah curled her body up into a fetal position still panting with the frustration of condition. 

“Get on your hands and knees!”  The order came forcing Sarah to move her aching body causing her hair to once again stimulate her along the tender skin.  “How do you feel now?”

How do you think I feel?  Sarah thought to herself.  She wanted to say it but the words got lost between her mind and her mouth.  Instead what she simply replied, “Broken…on edge…sore…punished…Sir,” Through her panting, uneasy, and unsteady breathing.

“Would my little wench like to have a release?”

“Yes… Sir.”

“What are you willing to do in order to have that climax?”

“Anything…Sir…whatever… you… ask of me.”  Sarah could feel her body still trembling.

The Master held his palm out and Sarah could see two vicious looking clips connected by a short chain.  The clips reminded Sarah of alligator clips that her father used in his robotics work.  “I want you to put these on your nipples and then tighten them by turning this dial until you can not stand for them to be any tighter.”  The Master commanded.

Sarah’s quivering hand reached out and took the clips and sat on her ankles so that her back was straight up.  Sarah moved her hair so that it was all flowing down her back sending waves of pleasure and pain.  Slowly she opened the first clip and placed it onto her nipple.  The teeth of the clip dug into her skin.  The sensation was very intense and stimulating, but also enjoyable in a way.  She began to turn the dial increasing the pain until she could not force herself to turn it any further as the pain would become greater than the pleasure. 

Sarah wanted to remove the clip and refuse to put the other on.  The thought of displeasing the Master caused her to turn the dial another half turn causing her to wince as the teeth broke into the tender skin of her nipple.  The Master smiled as he watched he nipple begin to swell slightly. 

Sarah took the second clip and placed it on her other nipple.  The pleasure struck her hard as she released her hold.  Again she tightened it until the pain was about to overtake the pleasure.  She remembered the Master’s pleasure at the final half turn of the other clamp.  She steeled herself and gave the clip a full turn causing another wince and a whimper.  Before she could recover fully, Sarah tightened the first clip an additional half turn so that both of the clips were equally tight.  The teeth of the clips were digging into Sarah’s swelling nipples.  In the short time that the clips were on before the Master acted, the swelling of her nipples caused the clips to tighten. The Master walked over and gave the chain a light tug sending waves of pain through Sarah’s body.  Much to her surprise, Sarah was closer now to a climax than she has ever been in her life.   “Get the weights Brittany.”  The Master commanded.

Brittany walked over to the table picked up a small tray and carried it over to Mr. Hawk who nodded.  Brittany set the tray in front of Sarah.  Sarah saw five small weights with hooks.  “You are going to put the weights onto the chain.  You will also need to make sure that the clips do not come off of your nipples.  If they start to slip, tighten them because if a clip falls off, you will have to begin again.”  The Master instructed.

Sarah nodded and took the first weight and carefully put it on the chain.  The pain in her nipples increased as the clips pulled her nipples down.  The second weight was added and again the pain increased.  Once the third weight was added, Sarah felt the clips begin to move.  Sarah braced herself and tightened each clip with a full turn of the dial causing her to gasp after each was tightened.  Sarah hesitated earning her a strike on her back from a flogger.  The lash caused the weighted chain to swing increasing the pain.  Sarah quickly took the fourth and fifth weight and added them to the chain.  The pain was extremely intense as the clips dug into her skin and pulled on her nipples.

The Master ordered Sarah onto her hands and knees.  Sarah carefully moved and was disappointed when the chain and weights did not reach the floor.  Sarah could no longer think.  She could only act.  Brittany pulled Sarah’s hair into a ponytail held tightly in Brittany’s grasp.  The Master moved behind Sarah and spread her legs apart.  Sarah was vaguely aware that he had knelt behind her and opened his pants.  Upon insertion, Sarah thought that she was going to loose what little control she had over the climax that was now pounding on the door of her sanity.

The Master moved painfully slow several times in and out of Sarah’s throbbing and hungry sex each time he pushed against her body causing the chain to swing slightly.  This act was more torture than pleasure.  Sarah needed more.  Without warning Mr. Hawk began to thrust hard and fast, pumping into Sarah with every bit of strength he had.  After the second stroke, the dam of Sarah’s passion broke and she began to have the most powerful orgasm.  The Master continued showing no mercy on Sarah.  For the entire time that the Master made love to Sarah’s broken body, Sarah’s orgasm continued.  There was no break from the intensity of the Master’s onslaught.  The pounding continued, as well as Sarah’s orgasm until she felt the Master’s rhythm falter and he let out a sigh of passion.  Sarah could feel his hot semen enter her and sent her into the final throws of passion.

Sarah collapsed, her head still raised by Brittany’s hold on her hair.  Sarah’s mind could not process anything more than the basic necessities of breathing, and that was even a strain as she panted trying to catch her breath.  Mr. Hawk then reached down and slowly removed the clips from Sarah’s nipples.  Sarah’s nipples began to pulse with each beat of her pounding heart.  The Master simply stood back up and left the room.  Brittany then gently lowered Sarah’s head to the floor before releasing the grip on her hair, stood up and left the room herself.

It was some time before Sarah again had the strength or will to move.  She was alone in the Punishment Room.  She attempted to get up to her hands and knees.  Lacking the strength she fell over.  Sarah tried again forcing her arms to support her as she slowly raised her tender body off of the ground.  She stayed motionless on her hands and knees giving her arms a chance to remember how to support her weight in this position.  Eventually, Sarah began to crawl slowly out of the Punishment Room and found the Master and Brittany lounging in the living room.  Sarah crawled over to the couch that the Master was reclined on and sat at his feet with her hands still on the floor to keep her from falling over again.

“What do you have to say for yourself, my little Sarah?”  He asked calmly.

“Thank you Sir.  I was wrong in the way that I had treated Sam.  I know that I deserved the treatment that I received.  In addition, Sir, I would like to thank you for the release that you allowed me.  Is there anything that you wish me to do?”

Sarah could hear the smile in his voice.  “Brittany, I want you to take Sarah to your chambers and put her to bed.  I think she has gone through enough today.”

Brittany began to rise from her seat as she said, “As you wish, my Lord.”  Sarah moved to Brittany’s side slowly.  Brittany walked slowly allowing Sarah to keep up with her pace.  Upon entering her chambers, Sarah continued to crawl until she was on her pillows before allowing herself to collapse again.  Brittany went into her room briefly returning with a jar.  She knelt by Sarah and began to rub some kind of sweet smelling salve on Sarah’s back.  Rolling Sarah over gently, Brittany continued to rub the salve on Sarah’s stomach and breasts. 

“This will help your skin to stay soft after a harsh whipping.  It will also prevent any cuts or scrapes from getting infected.”  Brittany then put the salve on heavily on Sarah’s very tender nipples.

“I heard you asking the Master to be easy on me.”

“I did not know if you would be able to handle the level of punishment that he gave you.  Apparently I was wrong, but it does not mean that I enjoyed helping with your torture.”

“I deserved the treatment that I received.  After I saw how Sam had styled my hair, I felt guilty about the way that I had spoken to him.  I was happy to be punished as severely as I was.  The guilt is gone now.  I am pretty sure that Sam will be told about my treatment and will feel that the insult that I gave him was avenged.”

Brittany began to chain Sarah to the wall.  “He will be told of the treatment.  That is going to be one of my duties tomorrow.”  Brittany said with a frown.

Sarah asked Brittany to come closer.  As Brittany approached, Sarah wrapped her arms tightly around Brittany and gave her a kiss on her cheek.  “I am so sorry that you had to witness that.  I know it was not easy to see that flogger made of your hair again.  Tomorrow while the Master is at his office, I would like for you to punish me in a way that you find enjoyable.  To make up for the emotional pain you endured today.  I will be willing to accept any punishment you see fit and do anything for you.”

Brittany smiled and caressed Sarah’s face.  “I will think about it tonight.  Now, you need to go to sleep.”  Then she walked out of the room, turning to smile at Sarah before turning off the light.

Sarah lay in the sanctuary of her pillow pile thinking about the orgasm that she was certain almost killed her.  But if you have to die, that would be a wonderful way to go.  Her thoughts then turned to her Master.  It was disconcerting the way that the Master seemed to be able to play her body like a fine tuned violin, plucking and stroking her body to produce a lovely symphony of sensations that mix and play with her mind with all of the subtly of a gentle breeze and all the force of a hurricane. 

Sleep hit Sarah fast and hard.  As soon as she closed her eyes, she was dreaming the sweet dreams of someone still wrapped in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of their life.

Brittany left Sarah to her slumber.  Sarah’s request was still fresh in her mind and she was not sure what to do.  Brittany decided to consult Mr. Hawk on the matter.  If anyone would know what to do, it would be Mr. Hawk.  Brittany thought as she made her way to the door of his chambers.  Brittany gently knocked so as not to wake him if he were sleeping but loud enough so that he would hear it if awake.

“Enter!”  His voice rang out.

Brittany slowly opened the door and slid into the room.  “I am sorry to disturb you, my Lord, but I needed to ask you about a situation.”  Brittany nervously said as she moved toward his sitting area.

Mr. Hawk looked up from his book and motioned for her to sit in the chair near him.  “What is bothering you?”

“As I was securing Sarah tonight, she said she felt guilty about making me uncomfortable during her punishment today and asked me to punish her tomorrow in a way that I would find pleasing.  You have given me permission to take care of punishments for certain misbehaviors, but you had not discussed this with me and I wanted to make sure that I did not over-step my boundaries.”

Mr. Hawk smiled.  Sarah was broken and it happened much sooner than he had expected.  The fact that she felt that she could get absolution for her misdeeds and deal with her guilt through being punished was a major breakthrough.  Now he could begin molding her.  “I could solve this for you very easily or I could make it difficult.  On the one hand, Sarah has learned that her feelings of guilt can be dealt with by allowing herself to be punished, so if I make this easy give you the permission you seek, it will make it easier on Sarah as well.  On the other hand, I can be harder on Sarah by NOT giving you the permission you seek, thus forcing her to live with her guilt until I decide to release her from it.”

Brittany knew that the Master was incredibly adept at reading people and getting into their minds.  But the fact that he was able to do this as efficiently as he was and then twist the person’s will to suit whatever dark plans he had for them was even more astonishing.  “I will let you think about this my Lord.  I will await your answer in the morning if that is alright?”

“That is fine my sweet.  I will let you know one way or the other.  Now go and get some rest.”

Brittany stood up and leaned down to give the Master a kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you my Lord.  Good night.”  With the weight off of her shoulders, Brittany retired to her chambers where slumber was waiting for her with open arms.

CHAPTER 5

 

The following morning, Sarah was awake by the time that Brittany had come in to unchain her from the wall.  Sarah was sore from her punishment the day before but was not going to let it keep her from her chores.  Sarah took her shower as she was instructed and went to prepare breakfast.  Brittany sat at the table while Sarah stood at the sink cutting the fruit.  The Master suddenly walked into the kitchen.  Sarah quickly set the knife down and dropped to her hands and knees.  Brittany smiled and said, “Good morning, my Lord.  I trust you slept well?”

“Very well, thank you.  I have some urgent business at the office.  Brittany, I want you to work with Sarah today.  She is excused from her normal cleaning duties.”

Brittany smiled uneasily.  That was not the answer I was hoping for.  “I will, my Lord.  Have a good day.”  Brittany was barely able to say her farewell before the Master was gone. 

Sarah returned to her feet and continued with the breakfast preparations.  Brittany’s mind was racing.  What am I going to do with her today?  I know she wants to be punished but she wants me to punish her in a way that I enjoy.  Brittany recalled Sarah’s request from the night before.  She is willing to accept any punishment that I see fit to give her and she is willing to do anything for me.  I have not had a day of pampering since before my incarceration.  I know what she can do for me.

Sarah crawled over to the table with the two bowls of fruit in her hands.  After placing Brittany’s on the table in front of her, Sarah moved over to her mat where she began eating.  Sarah noticed that Brittany was not eating her breakfast.  Sarah stopped and looked at her inquisitively.  Brittany was still deep in thought but after a moment, she noticed Sarah’s stare and acknowledged her.  “Is there something that you wish?”

“Is the breakfast not to your liking Madame?”

“It is fine, Sarah.  I want you to finish your breakfast and then I will begin working with you.”  Brittany then rose from the table and walked towards the door to the hallway.  “Once you have finished, I want you to get my breakfast and bring it to me in the living room.”  Without another word, Brittany left.

Sarah finished her breakfast.  Crawling, she took her bowl to the sink, rising only long enough to set it gently there, then fetched Brittany’s breakfast and made her way to the living room.  Brittany was lying on the large fluffy couch.  Sarah brought the bowl to Brittany and waited. 

“I want you to feed me my breakfast.”  Brittany ordered.  Sarah set the bowl on the floor by the couch and picked up one of the grapes.  “I do not remember giving you permission to use your hands.” 

Sarah set the grape back into the bowl.  Then she leaned down and picked the grape up again with her mouth holding it between her lips.  Slowly and carefully, Sarah moved so that the grape was over Brittany’s mouth.  Brittany opened her mouth for the grape and Sarah moved in close to gently place the grape into Brittany’s mouth instead of dropping it.  The result of this exchange was light kiss.  Brittany smiled and while she was chewing the grape, Sarah retrieved the next piece.  Sarah fed the entire bowl of fruit to Brittany without using her hands, each delivery rewarded by a gentle kiss.

“Put the bowl in the sink and meet me in the Master’s bathroom.”  Brittany said calmly as she rose from the couch and left the room.  Sarah did as she was ordered, taking the bowl into the kitchen and rising only to place the bowl in the sink.  She then turned and crawled into the Master’s bathroom where Brittany was sitting on the bench completely undressed.  “Now draw me a bath.”

Sarah crawled over tot the large bathtub and began running the water.  Not knowing how hot Br liked her baths, Sarah settled on a temperature that would be comfortable for her.  Once the bath was drawn, Brittany walked over and placed her hand on Sarah’s head to help steady her as she climbed into the bath and let the warm waters envelope her.

“Wash me.”  Brittany commanded.  Sarah began to wash Br’s hair first, carefully pouring the water over her hair trying not to get any on her face.  She massaged the shampoo into Brittany’s hair and also massaged her scalp.  After rinsing her hair with as much care as she had wet it, she repeated the process with the conditioner. 

Sarah then picked up a sponge and poured some of the liquid soap into it.  Working the sponge into lather, Sarah began to wash Brittany’s arms.  After washing her arms, Sarah took a few minutes to massage them, trying her best to work out some of the tightness and tension.  Next was Brittany’s back and again after washing she massaged.  Sarah continued this pattern on Brittany’s legs and then her stomach.  She then took great care to make sure that Brittany’s breasts were clean and massaged.

Brittany enjoyed the bath and massage.  Sarah was really working hard to make sure that the bath was a pleasant experience.  Brittany decided to lounge in the bath for a while after Sarah had finished washing her.  Whenever the water got too cold for Brittany’s enjoyment, she would order Sarah, who was waiting on her patiently, to warm the water for her.  Sarah happily complied.  Brittany relaxed for a long time while Sarah waited on her hands and knees.

Brittany finally decided to get out of the haven of relaxation.  Standing she ordered Sarah, “Fetch a towel, but I want you to do it without your hands.”  Sarah crawled over to the cabinet where the towels were stored.  She took the knob in her mouth and managed to get the cabinet open on her second attempt.  Sarah gently grabbed the top towel in her teeth.  After crawling back to the tub, she placed her hands on the edge of the tub so that Brittany would not have to reach down as far to get the towel.  Brittany took the towel and wrapped it around her.  As she stepped out of the tub, she said, “Pull the plug, but again you are not to use your hands.”

Sarah climbed into the tub, took a deep breath and plunged her head into the water.  She opened her mouth to grab the plug with her teeth when her mouth filled with the soapy water.  Sarah gagged and pulled her head out of the water quickly to take catch her breath.

“I do not see the plug.  Are you refusing my order?”  Brittany said with an edge in her tone.

“No Madame.  I will get it.”   Sarah plunged her head into the water again.  After finding the plug, she opened her mouth and gripped the plug and pulled hard.  The plug put up little resistance.  Sarah came up with the plug in her mouth and her mouth was full of the soapy bath water.  Brittany ordered Sarah to put the plug on the side of the tub.  Sarah complied placing the plug gently on the side of the tub and then returned with the water still in her mouth.  Brittany dried herself off while the water emptied from the tub.  Sarah patiently waited for her next order the taste of the water filling her mouth. 

The tub was empty except for the dripping body of Sarah.  “Swallow” was the next order.  Sarah swallowed the mouthful of water and nearly vomited.  Brittany then told Sarah to get out of the tub.  Sarah crawled out of the tub onto the surrounding tiles.  The water dripped off of Sarah’s body onto the tiles. 

“Look at the mess you have made on the floor.  I want you to lick up all of the water that you have dripped onto the Master’s floor.”  Sarah winced at this order but slowly lowered her head and began to lick up the drops of water.  This took some time due to the fact that as she licked up the water, more would drip off of her naked body and from her soaked hair.  Eventually she was mostly dry and was able to get all of the water off of the floor. 

Brittany sat in the vanity chair waiting for Sarah to finish.  Once she was satisfied that all of the water was removed, she spoke.  “Come here and brush my hair carefully.  You will be punished each time you pull my hair.  Oh, and you are to do so with your hands behind your back.  Sarah stood up and clasped her hands behind her back.  Sarah winced as her shoulders reminded her of the torture they had received the day before.  She walked over to the counter and bent over to grab the brush with her teeth.  Fortunately, the brush was the type that one would hold in the palm of the hand with a two small clips that fit over the fingers.  Sarah knelt behind Brittany and began to gently brush her hair starting at the ends and working her way up.  It was not long before she pulled on Brittany’s hair. 

“That is one.”  Brittany said with a hint of glee in her voice.  Sarah winced but continued.  She moved steadily up brushing more and more of Brittany’s hair with each stroke.  As hard as Sarah was trying the counting continued with each pull.  Sarah eventually had to stand up to reach the section of hair that was next.  It was an awkward height, too high to reach while kneeling but to low to reach while standing straight up.  Sarah bent herself over and continued brushing.

Sarah finished her duty with Brittany’s hair with a total of sixteen.  Sarah returned the brush to the counter and knelt again on the floor placing her hands in front of her.  Brittany ran her fingers through her own hair to check the quality of Sarah’s work.  She was very impressed with the outcome, but no compliment came from her lips.

Brittany picked up one of the brushes and ordered Sarah to follow her.  Sarah obeyed, following the Madame into the living room.  Brittany sat on the plush chair and pointed to the floor in front of her.  “Sit here and face away from me.”  Brittany commanded.  Sarah slowly crawled to the designated space on the floor and turned and lowered bent her legs so that she was sitting on her ankles. 

Sarah’s hair had gotten soaked when she pulled the plug of the bathtub and was desperately in need of brushing.  “Look at your hair.  It is such a mess.  Didn’t the Master tell you that you were to keep your appearance up at all times?”
            “Yes Madame.  I forgot to take care of my hair as instructed.”

“Well then, we will just have to punish you for that as well.  You have managed to rack up quite a few punishments, haven’t you?”

“Yes Madame.  I am at your mercy.”

Brittany began to brush Sarah’s hair without the care that Sarah had used on hers.  After each long stroke through her hair, Sarah would smack the brush soundly on Sarah’s bottom.  Sarah jumped after the first strike, but then began to brace herself.  Brittany took her time brushing the long dark locks and probably brushed Sarah’s hair several times more than were actually needed.  The strikes on Sarah’s bottom left the skin feeling warm and tender.  Sarah smiled as some of her guilt melted away in the pain.

“I think I know what we are going to do for your punishments.  Before we begin those punishments, however, you are going to prepare lunch and serve me as you did this morning.”

Sarah nodded her acknowledgement and crawled off to the kitchens.  Sarah decided to cheat and while she prepared Brittany’s lunch, she ate her own.  Sarah returned shortly with Brittany’s lunch and set it on the floor near the couch where the Madame was lounging. 

“Have you eaten?”  Brittany asked.

“Yes Madame.  While I prepared your lunch, I ate my own.”  Sarah replied cringing at the honesty that was going to add to her punishment.

“Well, you just made things worse for yourself.  Now feed me.”  Sarah fought back her fear and began to place food into Brittany’s expecting lips with her own.  Again she was rewarded for each bite with a light kiss.  When Brittany had eaten her fill, she ordered Sarah to take care of the dishes and meet her in the Punishment Room.

I wonder.  Sarah thought and instead of picking up the plate with her hand, she knelt down and managed to get a good grip on the plate with her teeth.  Carefully holding the plate, Sarah crawled on her hands and knees to the kitchen.  She stood and placed it in the sink.  After washing the lunch dishes, she crawled to the Punishment Room where the strangest contraption she had ever seen awaited her.  Sarah was unable to control her fear and her face showed her apprehension.

Brittany smiled at Sarah’s discomfort.  “Up here.  Hands here, knees here, and your legs spread apart.”  Brittany said as she pointed to the locations.  Sarah climbed up onto the strange platform and positioned her hands and knees accordingly.  Brittany began strapping Sarah’s ankles to poles next to each limb.  She moved up a little and secured her knees, and then her waist.  Sarah’s shoulders were strapped and Brittany moved Sarah’s hands behind her back so that the lengths of her forearms could be tied together.  Another strap was placed over her bound forearms.  Sarah’s chin was set on a small stand and a strap was placed over the back of her neck. 

Sarah tested her bonds.  The only parts of her body that she was able to move were her fingers and toes.  Sarah then felt a large phallus shaped object penetrate her.  As she moaned, she felt another penetrate her bottom.  As the second phallus penetrated her, she gasped.  Brittany appeared in Sarah’s field of vision. 

“Are you comfortable?”  She asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I believe I am as comfortable as you see me fit to be Madame.”

Brittany held up the rectangular object.  It reminded Sarah of a remote control.  Brittany walked over and showed Sarah that it was.  Brittany continued.  “This button makes the toys vibrate.”  Pushing the button she demonstrated.  “These two buttons cause each of the toys to start pumping and these two dials control the speed.  I think that fifteen minutes per instance of pulling my hair should be sufficient.  With sixteen instances, that makes four hours.”

Sarah’s eyes went wide in horror when she heard those words.  Four hours in this position will be bad enough, but with her playing with those toys, I will go out of my mind.  Brittany started the toys pumping and vibrating.  She increased the speed slowly until the two were moving in opposite directions.  Sarah struggled to move in vain as her torture began. It did not take long for Sarah to approach her first climax but Brittany slowed the pumping down and turned the vibrations off.  Sarah was painfully aware that she could climax at any moment.

“You are NOT to climax under any circumstances.  If you do, I will be forced to punish you severely.  Do you understand?”  Brittany said in the harsh tones that Sarah had become accustomed to in this room.

“Yes…Madame.”  Sarah began to fight and was able to hold off her climax.  Standing in Sarah’s field of vision, Brittany undressed and then sat in front of Sarah.  She moved closer so that Sarah’s face was between her legs.

“Now you are going to pleasure me.”  Sarah began to run her tongue up and down the length of Brittany’s sex.  She worked as hard as she could to vary the strokes considering her confinement.  Before long Brittany started to climax and Sarah increased her speed and intensity as Brittany started to writhe.  Brittany had her final release in a screaming rush of pleasure and moved back away from Sarah’s mouth.

“I feel better.  I can see that you have three and a half hours to go.  I will be watching and listening.  If you have a release, I will know.  I will also be playing with the remote from time to time.  I do not want things to get boring.  I am going to set this timer for you so that you know how much time you have left.”

The position was not stressful on Sarah’s body.  The padded bench that ran the length of her body gave her support.  The torture came from the phalluses moving in and out of her in opposing directions and the timer that was set in front of her.  Time seemed to slow to a crawl.  Sarah tried to focus on the timer to help her fight her climax.  Audibly ticking, the timer seemed to mark the movements of the toys.  Sarah was soon very aware that every two ticks, one of the toys would thrust alternating pain from her bottom and pleasure from her sex. 

The speed did not change for the first two hours.  Sarah was extremely aware of her frustration and found it very difficult to hold her release, but she was determined to do as she was ordered.  Then Sarah noticed that the toys’ pumping began to speed up.  They were now both thrusting every 3 ticks.  Sarah clenched her fists to hold back the climax.  Without warning, the toys started vibrating and sped up again.  Each torturous sound of the timer signified a thrust.  Sarah fought with every ounce of her will to deny her the pleasure that her body seemed to be running toward.  The harder she fought the sensations, the more intense they became until she could not hold the floodgate any longer. 

Nothing.  The toys stopped vibrating and stopped moving.  Sarah’s bound muscles fought her restraints as they tried to convulse with the frustration.  Sarah’s brief rest lasted only a few seconds and the machine started again.  Brittany is having way too much fun with the remote.  Sarah thought as the machine would run hard for a few seconds and then stop.  This hellish treatment lasted for thirty minutes.  Sarah was about to go completely out of her mind. 

Brittany watched the torture from a monitor in the Master’s chambers.  The camera was focused on Sarah’s twisting face.  Brittany smiled and turned the remote on for the last time.  Full speed and with maximum vibration, Brittany watched as Sarah fought for control but lost to the intensity of the onslaught. 

Sarah screamed and begged for mercy.  “Please Madame, I can not hold back and longer.  I do not want to climax.  PLEASE!!!” 

Brittany smiled with sadistic glee as Sarah succumbed to the pounding.  She watched the bound body of Sarah tense and fought the throws of pleasure that she could control with the touch of a button.  Brittany waited for Sarah’s flood to finish and was about to turn the machine down, but then she simply set the remote down and watched the monitor.  Two, three, four, the climaxes continued.  Over the last hour of Sarah’s torment, Brittany watched and counted.  Five, six, seven and finally eight when the timer rang its merciful bell and Brittany turned the machine off.

Brittany came into the room and examined Sarah’s glistening flesh.  Her hair was wet with the sweat of the orgasms.  She walked around the structure of Sarah’s torment circling her like wolf circles its wounded prey.  “So, were you able to accept the punishment as I instructed?  Were you able to control yourself so that you did not climax?”  Brittany asked already knowing the answer. 

“No Madame, I was not.  It was too much for me to control.  I beg your forgiveness.”

“My forgiveness will be granted only after you are punished for your inability to follow my simple directions.”  Brittany stopped in front of Sarah.  “I have one major difference from the Master.  The Master does not mind blood letting, but it does nothing for him.  I, on the other hand, become highly aroused at the feel of cutting someone, the sight of the blood slowly forming and dripping from the wound, and from tasting it.  I was watching you when you began your disobedience.  I counted eight climaxes.  Is that correct?”

“Nine, Madame.  I had nine.”

“Very well then,” Brittany drew a knife from its sheath, “Nine it is.”  Brittany walked around to Sarah’s exposed back and set the cool steel on Sarah’s skin.  Gently, Brittany began to draw the knife about three inches straight down Sarah’s back along the outer edge of her shoulder blade.  Sarah gasped as the knife cut her skin.  Brittany moved the knife to the outer edge of Sarah’s other shoulder and gave her a matching cut there.  Another cut was made down the center of her back.  Sarah gasped each time the cold, sharp steel cut through her tender flesh.  Brittany then made three more cuts in between the center and outer cuts on each side.  The result was nine cuts, three inches in length, evenly spaced across the top of Sarah’s back.

Brittany then watched as the blood started to form and slowly move down Sarah’s side or pool over the incision.  Brittany leaned over and began running her tongue along each of the nine incisions.  Her tongue’s touch caused each of the stripes to burn and sting.  Sarah heard Brittany’s breath begin to quicken as the taste of Sarah’s blood excited Brittany.  Brittany ingested Sarah’s blood until the wounds stopped bleeding.  She climbed up onto the platform in front of Sarah.  “Pleasure me again!”  Brittany’s voice had a lustful tone that Sarah had never heard from Brittany.  Sarah quickly began to run her tongue in long strokes once again and after three, Brittany had her release.  Sarah continued until Brittany pulled herself away. 

Brittany removed the toys and untied Sarah.  After a few minutes, Sarah was ordered to begin preparing dinner.  It was while Sarah was preparing dinner that the Master returned. 

Brittany was in the living room lounging on the couch when the Master entered visibly angry.  “I gave you permission to punish Sarah, but I did NOT give you permission to use my bathroom!  What were you thinking?”

Sarah stopped what she was doing and immediately dropped to her hands and knees and stayed in the kitchen.  Even though the Master was not angry with her, she did not want to change that fact. 

Brittany stammered.  “I did not think it was a problem My Lord.  I made certain that we did not leave a mess.  What did I do wrong?”

“You know that I do not like others using MY bathroom.  I am seriously considering punishing you for your violation of the rules of the Manor.”

“Please My Lord, I did not mean any offense.  We did nothing sexual in your chambers at all, I promise.”

“I know exactly what you did all day long, or do I need to remind you of the cameras that I can access from my office?”

“No, My Lord, I remember them.  I forgot about the rules concerning your bathroom.  Please forgive me and I will not disobey again.”

“I will think about this.  Until my decision is made, you will serve as a slave like Sarah.  From this point until I say otherwise, you loose all of the privileges you have gained thus far.”

Without another word, Brittany went into her chambers and after a short time, crawled out completely naked and joined Sarah in preparing dinner.  Sarah felt bad for Brittany, but she did not feel guilty.  The rule concerning the Master’s bathroom was one that Sarah did not even know about.  Sarah and Brittany finished preparing dinner together in silence.  Once the Master sat down, Sarah served him dinner and moved her bowl to the mat on the floor where Brittany was already waiting with her plate.  The Master began to eat and the girls followed suit.  Brittany could not look Sarah in the eyes while they ate. 

After Dinner, the Master commanded.  “Brittany, you are to take care of the dishes.  Sarah you are to attend me in the living room.”  Once his orders were given, the Master left the room.  Sarah crawled after him while Brittany remained to take care of the dishes.  Even after completing the dishes Brittany waited in the kitchen until she was summoned.

Once in the living room, the Master gave Sarah to speak freely for a few moments.

“Brittany’s treatment of you today was very harsh, wasn’t it?”  The Master inquired.

“It was not more than I could take, Sir.  I did ask her to punish me in any way she saw fit and to use me in any way that she desired.”

“I did not ask if you were able to take it.  I asked if it was harsh.”

“To be honest, Sir, yes it was harsh but enjoyable at the same time.  Most of it was enjoyable anyway.”

The Master lightly touched the wounds on Sarah’s back.  “I could tell that you did not enjoy these.  I do not believe you enjoyed emptying the tub either.”

Sarah made a face at the memory of having to swallow the soapy water and shook her head.  After a moment she remembered that she needed to answer all questions verbally.  “No, Sir, I did not enjoy that either.”

“Were you aware that Brittany broke one of my rules by using my bathroom?”

“No, Sir.  I was not aware until you came home and began to yell at her.  If I may ask, how long will she be a slave?”

“She will remain a slave until she has satisfied my anger with her through punishment.  It will be at least a day.  Now here is where the situation is going to take an interesting turn.  Since she disobeyed one of my orders while she was torturing you rather harshly and some of it was not deserved, I have decided that from this point until I say otherwise.  You will be switching places with her.”

“I do not know if I am ready for that, Sir.”

“I did not ask if you were.  The two of you will switch rooms.  You will chain her to the wall tonight.  Tomorrow, you will wake up in time for her to fix breakfast for us before I rise and release her.  While I am at work, you will monitor her chores and if she breaks any of the rules that you have been under, I will expect you to punish her.  For minor violations, such as speaking or forgetting her place, a flogging will suffice.  If the disobiedience requires more than a flogging, I will deal with it when I return.”

“As you wish… My Lord?”

“Yes, and you are to refer to me as My Lord and she is to refer to you as Madame.  You can refer to her as anything you like.”  The Master smiled and patted the seat next to him.  “Take your seat here while we wait for Brittany to get in here.”  Sarah nervously rose and took the seat.  It somehow seemed unnatural for her to be sitting on the couch.  The Master raised his voice, “Brittany, get in here!” 

Brittany crawled into the living room with great haste.  When she turned the corner into the room, she froze at the sight of Sarah on the couch.  She began moving again and took her place at the Master’s feet.

“I have decided that until further notice, you and Sarah are to switch positions.  You are going to be the slave and she is going to be my assistant.  This will remain for at least one day but will not go beyond Friday as the show is on Saturday.  You have already spent your time at the show and I will not subject you to it again unless you anger me greatly during this exercise.  You will stay in Sarah’s room and Sarah will stay in yours.  Do you have any questions?”

“No Sir.  I understand.”  Brittany replied on the verge of tears.

“Very well then, I am going to retire for the evening.  I want the two of you to go to bed and no talking tonight.”  The Master did not wait for a response and simply stood and left the room. 

Sarah looked down at Brittany for the first time since her arrival and smiled.  Sarah stood up and began walking to their chambers.  Brittany followed on her hands and knees and went into Sarah’s room and waited on the pillow pile.  Sarah walked after a moment wearing one of Brittany’s silken robes.  Sarah fumbled with the chains but finally got them attached.  Sarah kissed Brittany on the forehead and left.  The bed was soft and Sarah sank its comfort with hesitation.  Sarah drifted off into slumber in the almost forgotten warmth and softness that a real bed can provide.

CHAPTER 6

 

The alarm clock began to ring rousing Sarah from the warm comfort of Morpheus’ embrace.  Sarah turned the alarm off and reluctantly left the warm comfort of Brittany’s bed.  She went into the chambers that she was very familiar with and woke the sleeping blond beauty.  Brittany sat up without saying a word and held her arms up to make it easier for Sarah to unchain her.  Sarah unfastened the locks and watched as Brittany went into the bathroom for her shower.  Sarah thought for a moment and decided that she was going to take advantage of the privileges that she was given if only for a short time.  She chose one of the silk robes and donned it.

Sarah moved to the kitchen where she waited for Brittany to emerge.  After sometime, Brittany emerged from their chambers, her hair still damp from her shower, and crawled into the kitchen completely exposed.  Brittany prepared breakfast while Sarah took her shower.  Sarah returned to the kitchen and took a seat at the table, but felt somewhat uneasy about being there.  The Master entered taking his seat and Brittany served the breakfast as Sarah had done for the prior week.  The Master began to eat and Sarah followed his lead.  Sarah felt a strange desire as she watched Brittany eat on the floor.  She was excited at watching her in that humiliating position, but was jealous.  Sarah realized that she enjoyed the humiliation as much as she hated it.

After the Master finished his breakfast, he asked Sarah to accompany him into the living room while Brittany cleaned the dishes.  Sarah followed him and he offered her a small device.  “This is a small radio device.  It will allow me to give you instructions throughout the day.  Place it in your ear.”  Sarah took the small device and placed it in her ear.  She heard nothing until the Master spoke again.  “Is it working?”  Sarah heard his voice through the device and with her other ear.  The two voices were slightly out of synch, but Sarah could tell that it was working so she nodded.  “I will be checking on the two of you from time to time during the day.  If she misbehaves, I expect you to punish her.  You will not be able to talk to me through the earpiece, but I will be able to give you instructions.”

“Do you have any special requests, My Lord?”

“Yes, I wish for Brittany to use the special brushes for the bathroom and kitchen.  Once she has finished her chores, you may have her serve you.  I think it is only fitting.”

“Yes My Lord.”  Sarah replied remembering the horrible brushes.

“There is one more thing, Sarah.  If you do not punish her for misbehaving and I am aware of this fact, you will be punished by me.”

Sarah nodded.  The Master bid her farewell and Sarah turned to go into the kitchen to deal with the waiting slave.  “Get started on your chores.  Leave the kitchen and the Master’s chambers for last.”

Brittany did not answer and instead crawled into the living room.  Sarah watched as Brittany crawled her way through all of the menial tasks that Sarah had become familiar with.  Once Brittany had finished with the main portion of the manor, she started on the Master’s chambers.  Sarah waited until Brittany started on the bathroom before mentioning the special brushes. 

Sitting on the vanity chair, Sarah said, “Come to me Brittany.”  Brittany crawled over to where Sarah was seated and waited.  “The Master decreed that you are to clean the bathroom and the kitchen with the special brushes.  I do not know where these are kept, so I want you to fetch them for me.”  Brittany visibly shuddered and she crawled to one of the cabinets in the bathroom.  Brittany removed the box and carried it over to Sarah and set it on the counter.  Brittany returned to her hands and knees with her mouth open.  Sarah withdrew the toilet brush and placed it in Brittany’s mouth securing the strap behind Brittany’s head. 

Brittany crawled over to the toilet and began cleaning.  Sarah felt a sudden wave of humiliation as she watched Brittany.  The position was considerably more humiliating than Sarah had remembered.  Sarah felt her excitement rise as she watched Brittany in this degrading position but also from her memory of being the humiliated one. 

Sarah switched the brushes and watched Brittany finish the bathroom.  During this time, her excitement continued to rise.  The Kitchen floor was last.  Sarah remembered the sponge mouthpiece of this brush with particular disgust.  Sarah placed the brush into Brittany’s mouth but did not secure the straps.  Brittany dipped the brush into the bucket of soapy water and quickly spit it out as she had forgotten about the sponge mouthpiece.  Sarah tried to replace the brush, but Brittany refused to open her mouth. 

Sarah shrugged and went into the Punishment Room to fetch one of the floggers that lined the walls.  She chose a flogger that looked like braided hair with small metal beads at the end of each braid.  Without a word, Sarah returned to the kitchen and struck Brittany on the bottom with the flogger while holding the brush in front of Brittany’s mouth.  Brittany did not open her mouth.  Sarah struck again and still no reaction from Brittany.  Sarah began to strike repeatedly until Brittany finally opened her mouth for the brush.  Sarah struck once more.

“I offered to place it in your mouth, but you decided that you did not want me to put it there.”  Sarah dropped the brush into the bucket.  “Fetch it yourself and after you have it in your mouth, I want you to strap it yourself.”  Brittany did not move until Sarah gave her a final hard strike from the flogger.  As Brittany placed her head into the bucket to retrieve the brush, Sarah noticed that the final sting of the flogger caused a small drop of blood to form on one of the angry welts.  Brittany lifted her head, dripping with the soapy water, and had the brush in her mouth.  She reached up and buckled the straps behind her head and began to scrub the kitchen floor.  After the floor was scrubbed to Sarah’s satisfaction, she removed the brush much to Brittany’s relief. 

Sarah decided that it was time for lunch and placed the flogger on the table.  Brittany prepared the meal and served Sarah at the table and took her plate to the mat on the floor.  Sarah began eating and watched Brittany eat off of her plate on the floor.  Sarah ate slowly relishing in the time that she had but also with a strange longing to join Brittany on the floor. 

Once lunch was complete, Sara watched Brittany wash the dishes and then retired to the living room with Brittany following her like a puppy.  Sarah sat on the soft comfortable couch and allowed herself to lounge on the cushions.  “Come here.”  She said as she pointed to the floor next to the couch.  Sarah turned on her side so that Brittany was in front of her.  Brittany sat facing Sarah with her still damp hair hanging over her shoulders.  “Fetch me a brush using your mouth and then return here facing that way.”  Sarah pointed to one of the walls so that the result would be Brittany on her hands and knees with her body pointing in the same direction as Sarah’s along the couch.  Brittany crawled out of the room and returned shortly with the brush held between her teeth.  Brittany then moved into the appointed position in front of the couch.

Sarah took the brush and began to stroke Brittany’s hair taking small delights in pulling at each knot she found.  The Master’s voice interrupted the tranquil scene.  “After she left the room, she stood up and walked into your bathroom.  She did not return to her hands and knees until she was about to enter the room again.”

Sarah acknowledged the information by giving a simple nod.  What I am supposed to do now?  She thought as she continued to brush the blond locks dry.  “Why did you stand up after leaving the room Brittany?”

“I never stood up, Madame.  I crawled as my station dictates.”

Sarah smacked Brittany’s bottom with the flat side of the brush.  “Do you take me for a fool?  I know that you did not crawl as you are supposed to do.”

“I promise Madame, I did not.”

“She is lying.”  The Master’s voice rang in her ear.

“I believe you are lying.  Do not move, I will return in a moment.”  Sarah again went into the punishment room and looked at the assortment of gags following the Master’s voice to their location.  Sarah saw simple straps, ball gags, and gags that had attached to them.  There was the gag that Sarah liked.  It had a mouthpiece much like the brushes but a little larger.  Brittany would have to strain to open her mouth wide enough to accept the mouthpiece.  But the interesting portion of this gag was on the other side of the mouthpiece.  There was a phallus.  Sarah smiled, held up the gag and waited.

“Yes, you may use that gag, and you may have her pleasure you with it.  Now pick out a flogger as she deserves to be beaten for her insolence.”  Sarah did as she was instructed by the Master’s voice.  She picked out a flogger with lashes that were made of braided leather.  These would sting more across their length then the previous flogger, but was less likely to break Brittany’s fair skin.  As Sarah was leaving, she grabbed two pairs of shackles each with a clip attached.

Sarah returned to the living room.  Brittany had not moved from her position.  Sarah returned to the couch.  “Sit up and face me!”  Sarah commanded and Brittany complied, her eyes widening at the sight of the gag.  “Open your mouth as wide as you can.”  Brittany opened her mouth.  Sarah began to place the mouthpiece of the gag into Brittany’s mouth forcing her mouth to open painfully wide.  Brittany winced as the last of the enormous mouthpiece was forced into place.  Sarah took the straps and buckled them behind Brittany’s after moving her hair out of the way.

Sarah asked for Brittany’s wrists.  One at a time, Brittany held up a wrist and was rewarded by a shackle on each.  Sarah knelt on the floor behind Brittany and placed a shackle on each of her ankles.  The shackles around Brittany’s ankles were then clipped together as were her wrists.  Sarah forced Brittany’s wrists down to her ankles and clipped all four of the shackles together.  Sarah found the resulting position demeaning and exciting at the same time.  I wonder if I could request such a treatment from the Master.  Sarah thought to herself as she shifted so that the phallus was poised to enter her. 

Sarah picked up the flogger and spoke.  “You are to pleasure me.  If you begin to slow, I will strike you with this.”  Sarah held up the flogger.  “You are not to stop until I tell you.  If I want you to speed up, I will give you a lash, if I want you to slow down, I will use your hair as a brake.  Do you understand?”

Brittany nodded causing the phallus to brush Sarah between her legs.  “Begin!”  Sarah said with a lash of the flogger.  Brittany tried her best to begin pumping in the awkward position, after two attempts, she managed to get the phallus to enter Sarah.  Sarah moaned as the toy penetrated her excited sex.  Brittany began to move the toy very quickly trying to bring Sarah as much pleasure as she could.  Sarah grabbed Brittany’s hair and gave a sharp tug causing Brittany to slow down. 

Brittany fell into a slow pattern allowing her body to rock back and forth to add some force behind the pumping.  Periodically, Sarah would strike Brittany with the flogger and Brittany would respond by increasing her speed slightly.  After many lashings, Brittany was thrusting as quickly as she could.  Sarah brought the leather flogger down onto the reddened skin of Brittany’s back.  Brittany tried to speed up, but was unable to.  Another strike landed as Brittany continued her motion unable to comply with the order it signified. 

“Faster!!”  Sarah said somewhere between a growl and a scream and brought the flogger down as hard as she could.  Brittany buckled under the strain of her arms and the force of the blow tumbling to the floor.  Sarah got up and rolled Brittany onto her back.  “I am so close I can not stand it and you stop!  I am going to make sure that you do not make the same mistake again.”  Brittany was on the floor with her hands and feet high in the air when Sarah straddled her face and lowered herself onto the phallus.  Sarah began to ride the phallus mounted on Brittany’s face as she had ridden Robert.  It did not take Sarah long before the wave of her orgasm began to crash.  Sarah started to thrust herself down onto the phallus harder and harder until she fell over the edge into the chasm of pleasure.  Sarah continued to ride Brittany’s face until she had finished. 

Sarah slowly climbed off of the phallus and returned to the couch.  She gazed down at Brittany to see the tears streaming down her face.  Sarah quickly released the bindings and removed the gag as carefully as she could.  After the gag was removed, Brittany curled up into a ball and was sobbing loudly.  Sarah saw blood on the gag and knelt next to Brittany.  She forced Brittany to face her as she examined her mouth.  Brittany’s mouth was bleeding on the inside of her lips.  Sarah ran into the kitchen to get some water for Brittany.  I must have ridden her too hard during my climax without realizing it.  Sarah thought to herself as a pang of guilt formed in the pit of her stomach. 

“Do not bring her the water.  She deserved the treatment that she received.  You are NOT to care for her.”  The Master commanded.  Sarah ignored the voice and brought the water to Brittany.  Brittany’s sobbing had subsided but the tears were still present.  “I am not going to tell you again.  Take the water from her or else it will be you on the punishment block tonight.”  Sarah’s mind reeled.  She was torn between taking care of the closest person she had to a friend and not risking the Master’s wrath.  “In fact, I want you to order her to her hands and knees and give her ten lashings.”

Sarah took the glass away from Brittany.  “Get up onto your hands and knees.”  Sara commanded.  Brittany slowly moved into the required position.  Sarah picked up the flogger and raised it high above Brittany.  She closed her eyes and brought the flogger down putting no force behind it at all.  The lashes fell limply upon Brittany’s skin.

“I know you can do better than that.  I want you to deliver ten lashes as hard as you can!”  Sarah gulped and raised the flogger high again.  The flogger fell limply onto Brittany’s back.  Sarah began to cry.  She could not give Brittany the whipping that the Master was commanding after what she had already done to Brittany.

“Better do as he commands Madame.  I know he is talking to you and is ordering this.”  Brittany whispered softly amidst her soft sobbing. 

Brittany’s words steeled Sarah’s resolve.  Sarah raised the flogger high above her for the third time and brought it down with all of the force she could muster.  Brittany yelped as her already tender flesh received the force of the blow spread out through the braided leather whips.  Sarah raised the flogger again and again forcing herself to complete the ten lashings that the Master had ordered and then fell onto the couch, her own tears flowing now. 

“That is a good girl.  I will see you when I return to the Manor.”  The Master spoke with a cold calm that worried Sarah.  Brittany moved over to Sarah and placed her head on Sarah’s lap in an effort to comfort her.  Sarah sat there for some time with Brittany’s head in her lap, both girls crying; Brittany due to the pain that was radiating from the skin of her back and Sarah from the guilt that she was feeling.  Sarah gently stroked Brittany’s hair trying to provide what little comfort she could. 

Once both of the girls had calmed down, Sarah ordered Brittany, “Replace all of the items she had removed from Punishment Room and then you are dismissed.  I am going to take a nap.  Make sure I am awake before the Master returns home.”

Sarah went into Brittany’s room and climbed into the soft bed hoping that sleep would lessen the guilt that resided as a rock in her stomach.  She removed the earpiece and lay down in the warm sanctuary of the bed.

  Brittany returned all of the items and then took a shower to wash her head and remove the blood from her mouth.  After getting herself cleaned, Brittany started to prepare the evening meal. 

Brittany woke Sarah up a few minutes before the Master was due to arrive and then took her position by the door.  Sarah got out of the bed and went into the closet.  She picked out a nice simple dress and put it on for dinner and replaced the earpiece. 

“It is about time you replaced the earpiece.  I do not remember giving you permission to remove it.  We will deal with that later tonight.  I will be home shortly.”  The Master did not sound very upset but Sarah was still nervous.  Sarah took her seat at the dining table and awaited the Master’s return.

The door was opened and the Master entered with one of the ladies from the Banquet and her slave.  Sarah remembered her as Mrs. Peregrine.  Mrs. Peregrine was the youngest and, in Sarah’s opinion, the prettiest of the lady Specialists.  She had black curly hair that fell a few inches below her shoulders and an angular face.  As they entered, Mrs. Peregrine looked down at Brittany, shook her head, and commented.  “She had been doing so well.”  Brittany’s entire body instantly reddened at the embarrassment of Mrs. Peregrine seeing her in this position again.

The two specialists entered the kitchen followed by their two slaves crawling.  They took a seat on either side of Sarah while the two crawling slaves retrieved the dinner plates and served the three at the table.  The slaves then retrieved their own plates and placed them on the mat.  Everyone began eating except Sarah, whose guilt and nerves caused a knot to form in her stomach preventing her.  After dinner, Mr. Hawk and Mrs. Peregrine retired to the living room with Sarah while the slaves were to clean the kitchen.

“Sarah, I have asked Mrs. Peregrine to come over tonight to assist me in some punishing and to give us a chance to work on the show that you and Aaron are to perform this weekend.”

Sarah smiled nervously wondering what the Master had meant by “the show”.

“I think that for their performance, Sarah should tease Aaron and dance for him like she did for Robert, although Aaron would be allowed to climax once given leave to.”  Mrs. Peregrine’s voice sounded like a summer breeze gently blowing through the trees.

“I had a very similar thought, although I believe if we were to add Brittany into the performance in some capacity, it would greatly improve our chances of winning.  Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I would have to agree.  What did you have in mind?”

“I thought that having Brittany on the stage with the other two acting as a sort of puppeteer controlling and steering their every action would definitely add to tension of the show as well as increase the teasing that Aaron is to experience.”

“And how pray tell is Brittany going to be controlling the action?”

“That is a detail I have yet to work out.  There are several possibilities, my favorite of which is with one of the long crops.”

Mrs. Peregrine thought about this for some time, wrapping a lock of her long black hair around her finger.  “I believe that would work.  Now what about this punishment that you were telling me about, has Brittany been so bad that it will take both of us to teach her a lesson?”

Mr. Hawk smiled, “No, both of my girls have been so bad and I thought that a little bit time under your unique talents, would straighten both of them out.”  Sarah gasped and quickly bowed her head.

What did I do?  I whipped Brittany just like he ordered what am I being punished for?  Sarah ran through the events of the day trying to find what she did wrong. 

“I believe that I can accommodate you.  I will just need to send Aaron out to the car for my tools.  Now what exactly did your two girls do to warrant my abilities to be called in?”  Mrs. Peregrine replied smiling and running one of her slender fingers down Sarah’s cheek. 

“Brittany was given permission to punish and play with Sarah yesterday but she broke one of the rules of the Manor.  She used my bathroom without permission.  Brittany was to be punished by her and Sarah switching places and for the most part, Sarah did well.  I had given her one of the earpiece receivers so that I could give her instructions if she needed them.  At one point, I had given her orders to give Brittany 10 lashings with a flogger as hard as she could.  Sarah’s first two strikes were nothing.  She simply let gravity pull the flogger down.  I can not accept such disobedience in my house.”

“No I daresay you can not.”  Mrs. Peregrine replied shaking her head.

Brittany and Aaron crawled into the living room.  Mrs. Peregrine looked up and smiled.  “Aaron, go out to the car and fetch my tools.  Mr. Hawk has asked me to punish these two naughty little wenches.”  Aaron left immediately with a sigh of relief that he was not going to be the subject of her attentions.  “Mr. Hawk has already told me all about your behavior Brittany.  Quite frankly, I am surprised.”

Brittany bowed her head.  Mrs. Peregrine was one of the Specialists that Brittany had actually liked.  She was strict, but the few times Brittany had dealings with her, Mrs. Peregrine had been gentle because of Brittany’s obedience. 

Mr. Hawk spoke at this time.  “Sarah, I want you to take Brittany into the Punishment Room and secure her to the rings on the wall immediately to your left.  We will be in shortly to secure you for your punishment.”

Sarah nodded her acknowledgement and walked out of the room with Brittany following.  Sarah began to clumsily chain Brittany to the wall at the appointed place. 

“I wonder what they are going to do to us.”  Sarah said nervously.

“Mrs. Peregrines an expert when it comes to electric torture methods.  She uses tens units, violet wands, and acupuncture needles that she attaches to a control box.  I have seen her punish slaves at the banquets and at the club.  She is a nice lady, but when it comes to punishment, she is ruthless.”  Brittany whispered.

“Do all of the Specialists have expertise in specific areas?”

Brittany whispered again, “We will talk later in our chambers.”

Sarah waited for the others to arrive and did not have to wait long.  Aaron was walking in order to carry the large box that apparently held Mrs. Peregrine’s tools.  Mr. Hawk pointed to a set of rings next to Brittany and told Sarah to stand there.  Sarah moved the few feet to be in the correct position.  While Mr. Hawk chained Sarah, she watched as Mrs. Peregrine opened the box and began organizing her tools.  Sarah was chained securely and Mr. Hawk checked Brittany before giving Mrs. Peregrine the go ahead.

“I believe that we will start out gently in order to give these two a chance to warm up.  Aaron, please hand me my wand.”  Aaron jumped into action taking what looked to Sarah to be a white glass rod about 12 inches in length with a black plastic handle.  Mrs. Peregrine took the wand and pressed the button on the handle.  The wand lit up in a beautiful violet light.  Sarah stared in awe at the beauty of the light until Mrs. Peregrine moved the wand near Sarah’s right breast.  The light was caused by electricity enveloping the glass tube and when given another route, would jump, in this case to Sarah’s skin.  Sarah jumped at the intense electric shock of the wand.  Mrs. Peregrine moved the wand all over Sarah’s breasts before moving on to Brittany.  Brittany received the same treatment while Sarah recovered.

Mrs. Peregrine stepped away.  Small traces from where the wand stung the two girls were evident in the welts that were forming.  “How much do punishment do you think they need Mr. Hawk?” 

“I was thinking some time with the needles should teach them the lesson that they need.  I would say pretty intense pulses alternating between the two of them.”

“As you wish, Mr. Hawk, you know I could never deny one of your requests.”  Mrs. Peregrine smiled at Mr. Hawk.  “Aaron, the needles, if you please.”  Aaron picked up a piece of cloth out of the box and handed it to Mrs. Peregrine.  She delicately unfolded the cloth and showed Sarah and Brittany the long thin needles.  Aaron appeared next to Mrs. Peregrine with several cotton balls and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. 

Mrs. Peregrine took one of the needles and held it a few inches away from the top of Sarah’s left breast.  Aaron took one of the cotton balls and moistened it with the alcohol and rubbed it on the skin below the needle.  Mrs. Peregrine inserted the needle slowly into Sarah’s breast.  Sarah gasped at the pain of the needle.  The routine continued until Sarah had five needles in each breast, one at the top, bottom, each side and one through her nipple.  Sarah was nearly delirious with pain by the time Mrs. Peregrine moved on to Brittany.  Brittany received the ten needles in the same places.  Mrs. Peregrine went to her box and pulled out a set of wires with clips on the end.  A clip was placed on each of the ten needles in Sarah’s skin and then a clip was placed on each side of Sarah’s sex.  Mrs. Peregrine carefully gathered the wires securing them by taping them to Sarah’s skin.  Mrs. Peregrine examined Sarah with a satisfied smile before doing the same with Brittany.

“Do you wish them to have anything inside of them during their torture?”  Mrs. Peregrine asked turning to Mr. Hawk.

“No, I believe that this particular punishment will be one of pain.  They do not deserve to have the pain dulled with pleasure.  I want them to remember this experience without fondness.”

Mrs. Peregrine nodded to Mr. Hawk.  She reached into her box a final time and pulled out a small metal box.  The free ends of the wires were carefully plugged into the metal box.  “How long do you wish the pulses to last and how intense should they be?”  Mrs. Peregrine inquired of Mr. Hawk.

“I will leave that up to you, my dear.  You are the expert.”

“Very well then, we will set the intensity to five, which is medium, and set the pulses to last two seconds each.”  After making her adjustments on the box, Mrs. Peregrine set the box down.  “Let me know when you are ready, Mr. Hawk.”

Mr. Hawk walked gracefully over to the girls.  “The two of you should feel free to talk to each other during your torment.”  He leaned in close next to Sarah’s ear and whispered, “I thought you might like to know that Brittany was telling the truth.  She did not walk while fetching the brush.  I was testing you to see if you would do as I said.”  He took a step back.  “Begin, if you please.”

Brittany received the first pulse and in the two seconds of her cringing, all of the guilt Sarah felt about the way she treated Brittany turned to anger.  The pulse switched to Sarah and she took all of the pain she felt from the electricity following through her body and let it fuel that rage.  The pulses continued as the other three left the room.

“I am so sorry Brittany.  I did not believe you.”  Sarah uttered in the panting that followed one of the pulses. 

“I know that the Master was testing you.  It is not your fault.”

“It was not right that he should have me hurt you like I did over a lie.”

“Let it go Sarah.  I am alright and if you try anything, you will only be punished.”

Sarah did not listen and instead let the pain continue to fuel her rage.

The pulsing electricity continued to flow back and forth for several minutes.  Both girls began to feel weak as the energy seemed to sap the strength from their muscles.  Brittany did not think she could take anymore when the pulsing finally stopped.

“Are we getting a break, or did they stop?”  Sarah asked after a few moments of peace.

“I think they are stopping.  This torture is too intense for them to let it last too long.”

As Brittany finished her statement, the Specialists returned.  Mrs. Peregrine looked at the girls checking each one carefully.  “I do not think they can take much more Mr. Hawk.  Not without sustaining permanent damage.”

“Very well then, remove the needles.”  Mr. Hawk replied to Mrs. Peregrine.  “Did you two enjoy your punishment?”

“No Sir.  I did not.”  Brittany answered quickly.

Sarah did not respond, only glaring at Mr. Hawk.  Mr. Hawk waited for the answer for a moment.  “I asked you a question Sarah.  Did you enjoy your punishment?”

“No sir.”  Sarah hissed.  Mr. Hawk could feel the venom in her tone.

“And how did you feel about the news that I gave you before the torture began?”

“I think you are an absolute bastard….Sir.”  Sarah replied on the edge of hearing with the last word was almost more of an afterthought.

“I am sorry.  I do not believe I heard you correctly.”

“I said I think you are an absolute BASTARD Sir!”  Sarah said and then spit at Mr. Hawk hitting him on his face.

Mr. Hawk wiped the saliva off of his cheek and calmly looked at Sarah.  “Aaron, would you be so kind as to release Brittany and take her to the living room.  She is restored to her former position and could probably use a massage.”

Aaron removed the needles and wires from Brittany and unchained her.  Brittany collapsed on the floor.  Aaron bent over to help her up putting one of her arms over his shoulder.  Aaron was strong and Brittany’s weight was no problem for him to support.

“If I may, My Lord, I would like to ask you to have mercy on Sarah.  She is angry and hurt.  She does not mean what she says.  Please do not send her back to the prison camp because of her outburst.”

“Do not worry Brittany.  I have something else in mind for her.”  Mr. Hawk nodded to Aaron who then took Brittany to the living room.  He then began pacing within the room making a fist so tight that his knuckles began to turn white.

Mrs. Peregrine walked up to Mr. Hawk.  “Now you need to calm down Mr. Hawk.  You know what happens when you act out of rage.  Why not go to your chambers and let me handle this one.  I think I know a way to punish her in a manner that you would approve of.”

Mr. Hawk’s fist relaxed and he smiled at Mrs. Peregrine.  He leaned down next to her ear, taking in the sweet smell of her hair, and whispered, “I will let you punish her for this.  Make sure it is sufficient please.”

“I will.  Now go to your chambers and relax.  She will curse the day that she acted out in this fashion.”  Mr. Hawk nodded and left the room.  Mrs. Peregrine removed the needles and wires from Sarah then called for Aaron. 

Aaron walked into the Punishment Room.  “Yes, My Lady.” 

“I want you to unchain her, but hold her.  Do not let her go.”  Aaron followed the instructions and unchained Sarah.  Before Sarah could take a step towards her tormentor, Aaron had both of her hands behind her back and one arm around her waist.  Sarah struggled to get free.  “I see you still have that little bitch streak in you.  I thought that my ministrations would have gotten that out of you, but if you insist on acting like a bitch, we will treat you like one.  Follow me Aaron.”  Mrs. Peregrine left the room.  Aaron followed her with the restrained Sarah struggling against him the entire way. 

They walked through the kitchen and out of the back door.  Sarah could barely see in the moonless night.  Mrs. Peregrine finally stopped and opened what looked like the gate in a fence.  “You act like a bitch so you will be treated like a bitch.  Aaron, put her in the kennel.”  Sarah began to struggle kicking Aaron in his shins and trying to bite him.  After some work and force, Sarah hit the ground inside the kennel hard enough to knock the breath out of her for a moment.  As she regained her composure, she heard the sound of a lock closing.  She crawled towards the gate to find it was secured by a chain and padlock.  When she tried to stand, Sarah discovered that the Kennel was only three feet high.

“You will find a shelter in the corner in case it rains.  You will be brought food and water once a day.  I am going to recommend to Mr. Hawk that you stay in this little cage until Saturday morning.  That should be enough time for you to calm down.”

Mrs. Peregrine and Aaron walked away without another word.  Sarah began to cry.  Her body hurt and the memories of the events of the day still stung.  The night was cool and a light drizzle began to fall.  Sarah crawled around the small enclosure until she found the shelter.  She crawled inside and tried to sleep, but the cold of the night and the small shelter prevented her from getting comfortable enough.