He shook her leash - she understood this was the signal to stand - and they returned home.
Faith wondered if he would make her crawl across the threshold on her hands and knees. That would be a proper introduction to her status as a slave. She began to look forward to it as they approached; but he did not.
Arnold was waiting for them. He opened the door and they stood in the front hall.
A loose thread hung from one of her buttons; he fetched a pair of scissors and snipped it off. He always paid attention to those little details of his stepmother's appearance.
At a sign from his father, she removed her shift and hung it in the front hall closet. At another, Arnold fastened her bracelets behind her. The two stood and contemplated her together, and she realized that the boy she tried to raise was now a man.
She hoped she had not been too hard on him; he could make her pay for it now.
Arnold had already gathered up all her clothes, packed them and sent them away. The only garment she had in the world was that mud-colored shift. No raincoat or other protection from the elements when she went out. There was not even a second one for when she washed it; well that was a domestic chore, she would be naked anyway, no matter.
Would she be allowed another when this one wore out, or would she just have to do without? Probably the latter. Of course she might not live that long; it could outlast her and be given to another girl. Perhaps she was not the first to wear it.
Lawrence led her into the living room; he told her to bend over the couch. This was exciting. Arnold spread a towel on the back and she arranged herself as directed.
The two men appraised the sight before them. Arnold had never seen her from below spread out like this, she was rather appealing. He told her to open her legs and pointed to the cleft; her exposed inner lips were a soft milk-chocolate color, he liked that.
Lawrence agreed. His first wife's were darker; attractive too but buyers seemed to prefer these. He reached out a hand and Faith thought he would pet them, but she was disappointed.
They stood and discussed her most private places for over a minute. Faith was overjoyed to display herself and grateful that they approved of her. She burned to be used by them.
Her owner wanted to show his son something. Arnold was not a virgin, but had he ever taken a girl through her rear passage, that little flower between her cheeks?
He had not. Lawrence produced a tube of grease and showed him how to apply it. Her former stepson followed his lead and added some more to her. Faith was glad of the towel.
Arnold did not need to be told how to penetrate her. He drove into the opening with such force that she screamed; very good, said Lawrence, now work her slowly until you are ready. Soon Faith was moaning and weeping.
Arnold took forever inside her; finally he exploded, filling her rear with his hot seed and leaving her nearly unconscious. Lawrence took a fistful of hair and pulled her head up; he wanted his son to see the expression on her face.
Like a saint in heaven, said the boy; exactly, said his father.
Lawrence followed Arnold. He lubricated her again; this was not really necessary but he proceeded with methodical thoroughness. Faith suspected he liked it.
She waited patiently for him and sighed on his entry. Naked, bent over with her hands bound and her legs wide for her master's use, she was beside herself. Life held no greater joy.
They shared a beer to celebrate their conquest and left her to recover. She wanted to kiss their shoes, but Lawrence might not like that and she was too weak to move.
