Spikes | Sara's Slave Training 8 | girl torture stories

Sarah was brought to a chamber that night and she was left alone there... It was a small chamber and yet it was certainly suitable for the girl's needs.

She could look out of the two small windows and see the lawns that were laid out below her. Then she sat on her narrow bed and she had time to think.

The girl regretted the time to think. When she had been on the island with the man she had not had any time to think about her life. Now that she was here and the count had finished with her, having gotten his pleasure with the girl, she was troubled by many things.

There were memories of the past. She had maintained her pampered ways through everything that she did. She had been served all of her food and she had never done any cleaning.

Now, she had switched roles with the lowest maid in her father's household and she could not help but feel strange and uncomfortable about it.

She had always been treated with respect and deference. She was used to walking into a store and demanding whatever she wanted. She would shout at salespeople and abuse them as she wished.

Now she was the one who was trembling for fear that someone would shout at her and abuse her. Everything in her life had really been switched around.

And yet, she felt an undeniable burning in her pussy. She knew that there was a passion that was consuming her and she could not imagine how she could live without it.

It was not merely a passion for Robert's cock. If it were that simple the girl could certainly have found a man whose cock was as large as Robert's was. She might have even, after a good deal of searching, found a man who could fuck as well as Robert could.

But, she knew that she needed that man. She wanted to serve that man. She wanted to grovel at his feet. Even though she could not have explained any of this, she could not deny it.

Perhaps it was really quite simple. Perhaps it was simply the fact that she had always been such a haughty bitch and that she really needed to get some of the nastiness paid back. Or perhaps she had only been a haughty bitch because she had been hoping to coerce some man to reacting to her. Perhaps she really wanted to be subdued all along.

Now as she looked out the window at the garden, she felt that she should leave the castle and go back to her life in America. But, the thought only stayed with her for a moment. Robert had made it clear that the only terms on which she could have him were his own terms. She could only be with him as his slave in his castle.

As far as the girl was concerned, she was willing to accept those terms.

She climbed into the small bed and fell asleep. Although she did not know what the next day would bring, she felt confident that her Master would be in charge.

After the girl had her breakfast the following morning, Robert led her, clothed in a robe to his study. It was a room that was lined in leather and was very plush.

He lifted up the phone and waited. Then he said, “Yes, operator, has the call gone through?”

Turning to Sarah, he said, “Your parents will be on the phone in a moment.”

"What shall I tell them?" she asked, her voice raising a little bit.

“What do you wish to tell them, Sarah?” he asked.

She shook her head and said, “You are my Master! You tell me what I should say!"

He shook his head slowly and said, “There are some things that I cannot do for you.”

“When he handed her the phone, the girl could hear her mother’s shrill voice shouting, “Hello?”

“Hello? Mother?” the girl said in a calm and soft voice.

“Are you all right Sarah?” the older woman asked. “We haven’t heard from you.”

"I know that, Mother," the girl 'said, taking a long pause.

“You shouldn't have called from his phone there!” the woman in America said. “You should have called us collect. It isn’t nice to run up charges like that."

"Actually, Mother," the girl said in a sweet voice. "Cousin Robert placed this call without telling me anything in advance."

"He did?" the woman said, curious about that.

"He is very kind and is always doing little things like that for me." the girl said, turning her back on Robert, but knowing that he was listening to what she was saying.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be staying in Brittany for such a long time. When are you going on to Amsterdam, Sarah?" the woman asked her.

"I-I don't know that I will be going to Amsterdam. I may stay on at Morbihan for a little while longer." the young girl said in a low and hesitant voice.

"Are you all right, Sarah?" her mother asked. "You sound strange."

"Do I?" the girl said, almost laughing. "Well, I suppose that I am feeling in a very good mood, all things considered."

''All things considered?" the woman said. "Is he coming on to you? I mean, is your cousin trying to…"

"Mother, I am having a wonderful time and I can assure you that Robert is not like any other man I have ever met. He is entirely…"

“Are the two of you going to get married or something?" the woman asked.

The girl took a nervous pause and then said, "I am sure that we are not going to… do that."

When Sarah looked down at Robert, frightened that he had heard the last question that she had been asked, he said. “Permit me to speak to your father when you are through."

Sarah communicated that request to her mother and then she heard the older woman shouting, "Hurry up! They're calling from France and they didn't reverse the charges."

"Hello, Sarah," the man said as he got on the line. "How's my little sweetheart?"

"I feel wonderful, Father," the girl said "I think that Brittany has changed me."

"It's kind of going back to your roots!" he said with a little bit of a laugh.

When the girl put her cousin on the phone, she heard the man asking, "When did your family go over to America?" Then he paused as he listened to the reply and followed it up by asking, "And was the spelling of the name always St. Cere?"

Once again the young count paused and after the pause he said. "Do you recall the name of your grandfather and the town from which he came in France?"

Robert nodded and smiled a half smile. The girl turned away. When her handsome cousin had asked to speak to her father on the phone, she had a momentary fantasy that he was going to ask for her hand in marriage. She imagined that he would do it through her father because that was the genteel and old world way of doing things.

But, she recalled the conversation that they had the previous day when he had told her that her blood was polluted and that she was the cause of the destruction of the nobility.

She realized that he would never consider marrying her and she shook her head to get rid of the idea.

Then Robert handed the phone receiver back to the girl as he said, "He wishes to say goodbye to you."

The girl listened as her father told her not to do anything foolish and to keep her head on straight. Then she hung up the phone and thanked the handsome count for making the call.

"It occurred to me that your parents would be concerned, not having heard from you in such a long time."

"Yes,” she said. "I suppose that they will be concerned about where I go and what I do. Their concern is touching, but it is also a nuisance."

"There concern is what keeps you from entering the true freedom of slavery," he said flatly.

She stepped back and shrugged her shoulders as she said, “I don't know what's true anymore."

"What you believe is true!" the man said in a low voice. "If you believe that the sky is green, then it is green. When you look up at the sky if you perceive that color as being green, then there is no doubt but it is the color that you perceive.

"No one else can inflict their truths upon you. No one else can tell you what you believe or what you don't believe. Only you can answer those questions."

There was a long silence during which the girl refused to look in the man's eyes. Then he broke the silence as he said, “Unless you choose to give yourself over to a true Master.

If you do that, then you no longer have to worry about defining your truths. You have someone to create those definitions for you."

He got up quickly and said, "Meet me in the mirrored chamber in five minutes and come there naked."

Five minutes later as the girl entered the mirrored chamber; she saw that there was a blond man who was standing there wearing a very strange sort of leather jock.

She stepped back nervously and looked around. She was ready to run out of the room until she saw that her cousin was standing there as well. He had been over to the side.

"What are you?" he asked the girl in a loud voice.

Sarah looked at the blond man and then back at her cousin as she said. "Your slave."

''Was the answer written on this man's face?" Robert asked. "Why did you need to look at his face?"

"I'm… sorry," the girl said in a soft voice as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked down at the shiny black floor of the room.

"Look at me!” Robert demanded "What you are is self-conscious about his presence and about your slavery in front of someone else. But your slavery is a fact, even in front of the whole world."'

"Yes, Master!" the girl said in an obedient, clipped voice.

"Since you are my slave, what must you do?" he asked.

The girl was not sure of how she should answer that question. Finally, she said, "I must do… whatever you tell me to do." She looked around again.

"'You are a little slow on that answer!” the man snapped.

Then he started to leave the room and as he got to the door, he said, "This is Dominic.

You will do whatever he tells you to do."

One second later and the girl was alone in the mirrored room with the strange blond man. They had never even spoken a word, but they were both naked and the man had a lecherous look on his face.

He was very different from her cousin. Although his body was larger, he was quite pale. The girl thought about all that Robert had told her about the dark Bretons and she wondered if Dominic was actually from the part of the country that was further to the north, in Normandy.

When he stepped closer to her, she had a chance to really see the unusual jock. The leather of the thing was holding his balls and was wrapped around his waist and yet his long and thick cock was hanging down from an opening in the front of it.

He produced a black leather bra that he tossed at the girl as he said, "Put this on."

His accent was thick and the girl guessed at that point that his English was limited.

She put the bra around her body and realized that there were large holes that were cut out so that her nipples were sticking out of the front of the bra.

There were also leather straps that were hanging down from the side and the use of those straps was lost on the girl at that particular moment.

She also noticed that there was a metal clasp that was hanging down between her breasts.

Before she could explore this new garment further, the man handed her what looked like a black leather garter belt. She snapped it around her waist and realized that the garter sections appeared to be very long.

The man reached up under her crotch and pulled on the dangling garters that were behind her. Quickly, the girl tensed up and pulled away from his touch.

But, he was holding onto the garters. He pulled her by the garters and pulled her closer to his body as he reached up with his other hand and slapped her across the tits.

"You will stay where you are put!” Dominic snapped at the girl.

Then he reached down and snapped the garters together so that she was bound in the black leather piece that ran around her waist and down between her legs.

He used a metal clip to attach the bra to the black waistband that she had on. Then he grabbed her arms and pulled them around behind her back, snapping the leather clasp around her arms as he did that. That was when the girl realized what the leather pieces on the side of the bra were for. They held her hands in place, helplessly behind her back.

Sarah had noticed that the man's cock was growing as he looked at her and walked around her. He chuckled, a deep and throaty laugh, which she felt was particularly French.

Then he grabbed metal pliers and used them to press down against the girl's delicate pink nipple. She arched her body back when she felt the biting teeth of the cold steel 71

pressing down against her delicate tit. Then she inhaled sharply between her clenched teeth.

He tugged on the tool a little harder and was pulling her breast out of shape with the vicious grasping of the thing. Finally, the girl had to cry out in agony, since she could not stand much more of the pain that was coursing quickly through her body.

Once she had cried out, he pushed her down against the hard and cold floor and he said, "Good!" She did not know what he meant by that one word.

His cock was standing out perfectly rigid and the girl saw the spikes that were sticking out of the sides of the leather jock that the man had on around his thick shaft.

She realized that if, or perhaps when, he would shove his cock into her cunt, the metal spikes would jab into her flesh at the same time and her pussy would he ripped to shreds.

Then she felt his strong hands on her thighs. But the feeling was sticky. It was more than clammy. She realized that he was wearing black rubber gloves and her heart was flipping over and over, just as her stomach was doing, in reaction to the contact.

His cock was arching out and he pressed it against her cunt slit. Then he began to pull apart her pussy lips with his rubber-covered fingers. She could feel the cock slipping in between the walls of cunt flesh and she shut her eyes to try to forget what was happening.

There was something inside of the girl that was telling her to push this man away and to run away while she had a chance. But, there was something else inside of her that told her she had to stay. Her Master had told her to stay and she knew that she could not disobey him.

There was definitely a confusion that was inside of the girl. She wanted to be with Robert. The reason that she had been willing to submit to the slavery was so that she could have Robert.

But, now she was with another man. Robert had commanded her to satisfy this other man and she could not turn down that command.

Soon almost all of the cock was shoved up her pussy. She felt a tingle in her cunt as she realized that with the next little movement of his cock, he would be piercing the metal spikes into her pussy flesh.

He slammed forward and she cried out as the spikes made contact. As soon as that happened, he pulled back out of her pussy slit and prepared for the next lunge forward.

Slamming into her cunt and then pulling out again, the girl felt the spikes shoving into her flesh once more. The man was already moving in and out of the pussy with a quick tempo and each time that he pushed his cock into her cunt, he also pushed the spikes into her flesh.

Even though she was in agony, she was thankful for the tempo of his fucking because he was actually pulling the spikes out of her body as soon as he pushed them into her.

The man was fucking her pussy wildly and the girl was turning her head from side to side due to all of the strange sensations that were pulling at her at the same time.

Even when he pulled back, he was plucking the spikes out of the girl's flesh and she could feel the agony that coursed through her body in reaction to that movement.

Each time that he pushed his cock into her pussy, he made a point of moving his hips a little to one side or the other. In that way, he was jabbing the spikes into different parts of her flesh and always trying to press them in against an undamaged bit of the pussy flesh.

But, that was soon hopeless because he discovered that there were no undamaged parts of the girl's pussy flesh. He had jabbed into her cunt all over and had scarred her terribly.

The girl was feeling faint. The terrible spikes kept on digging into her flesh and the enormous cock was slamming against her cunt flesh.

And then the man slammed in and kept his cock locked deep into her cunt. She could feel for the first time, the spikes digging into her flesh and remaining there.

She screamed out a cry that came from the depths of her soul.

Then she felt the man's cock expanding at the base and she realized that he was about to shoot in her cunt. It was a long moment as her cunt flesh throbbed around the spikes before the man’s cock head flared up and he shot the first load of gism into her cunt.

Her pussy flesh collapsed in a sudden lunge around the thick cock that was stuffed all the way into her cunt. Then the man started to pull out of her twat, but he could not do it.

The spikes were digging far into her flesh and she felt like he was locked inside of her.

For a long time, he pulled and pulled on his cock. The girl was crying and screaming in agony.

Then the door opened and Robert stood there. The man who was on top of the girl looked over toward the count and said something in French. Robert looked down at the couple and then snapped something in French.

The blond man gathered all of his strength while Robert came over and pressed down on the girl's hips. As Dominic pulled his cock out of the girl's cunt and managed to get the spikes out of her flesh, Robert held her in place on the ground.

As she felt the spikes leaving her body, she sighed a long and desperate sigh. Then she shut her eyes. When she felt a sweeping sensation, she opened her eyes again and realized that Robert was carrying her in his arms and taking her up a flight of stairs.

She felt so tired and misty that she was not at all sure that everything that had happened was not simply a nightmare that she had just been through.

But, then she stopped herself in the midst of that thought. If everything had been unreal, if it were nothing but a dream, then she was not sure whether she would call it a dream or a nightmare. Perhaps her fondest dreams were nightmares!

She looked up at the noble and handsome face of the black-haired count and she knew that he was the man of her dreams and the man of her nightmares as well! If this was her nightmare, she didn't want to wake up.

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