To all those who have been waiting for me to continue writing, I'm sorry it's taken me this long. Hopefully, this will tide you over until the next one, which I will try and get out to you ASAP. As a note, all are legal in this story (naturally) and this is BDSM. There is also a bit of interracial interaction so if you don't like that, please don't read it. Enjoy!
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Minutes seemed to pass like hours to Sarah as she waited for Little Sam to appear. She couldn't rightly recall if her Master had stated whether Sam was a boy or girl. Despite Abby's less than stellar treatment of her Sarah decided she'd prefer Sam to be a woman. It would be easier to accept her humiliation at the hands of a woman than a man; at least then her nudity wasn't that much of an embarrassment. Her gaze gradually began to move around the corral. She realized it must be in the back of the property, away from the wandering eyes of the road. Even if it had been, though, Sarah knew that this road wasn't all that well used, remembering easily the numerous potholes and cracked pavement she had passed over on her way here.
The sound of footsteps drew Sarah from her reverie and she felt dismay fill her at the sight of a short, squat middle-aged man. Where Marcus, her Master, had a mature, refined grace around him Sam seemed to be in league with pigs. Shorter than her by probably an inch, his belly hung out from beneath his shirt, over his pants a bit. Fine black hair covered the suspended flesh, matching the thick mat of it slicked back with what she hoped was water but Sarah suspected grease. Unshaven and with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, Sarah barely managed to suppress the gag that rose to her lips. She watched the man pause a few feet before her, saw how his dark eyes looked at her bare body, starting with her feet and going to her head, traveling back down to stare pointedly at her wet, pink pussy.
Sarah knew that it was still flushed from Abby's oral attention and the slap Marcus had set to it. With a blush filling her cheeks, she shied away, turning and bending one leg to try and hide that part of her nudity from Sam's greedy gaze.
"Here Sam, I brought these for you."
Sarah's head swung around at the sound of the warm tenor voice, her lips parting a moment as she watched a hulking man of muscle step out of the shadows of the barn. Oblivious to the equipment he held, Sarah stared at the towering man. His dark skin was soft in the sunlight, a rich contrast to the plain white t-shirt he wore stretched taunt over thick muscles. Her gaze continued to eat up the sight of him, taking in the tight ass and huge legs. She realized this was Danny and she felt herself growing flustered, attracted to him like no man she had seen before. Danny didn't even pay her more than a passing glance as he handed over the handful of rope and a long stick covered in leather to Sam as he spoke. "Marcus wants me to ride out to town with him and drop off the delivery truck. I'll be back shortly after that to come help if you need it."
"No," Sam stated, his voice gravely and deep, as if his low stature made an impact on it. "I think I can break this little filly here by myself. Marcus has already stated how quick she is to bend."
Danny only nodded and turned, treating Sarah with the full view of his front. He gave her a shy, warm smile that made Sarah suddenly realize Danny was no older than her, if not just eighteen. She watched him walk back through the barn, her jaw slack. She didn't pay Sam much attention, which was her mistake when she suddenly felt the hot presence of him near her, the tang of old sweat and male filling her nostrils in an unpleasant mixture. Unconsciously Sarah wrinkled her nose, her gaze down on Sam's hands as he began untangling the mess that Danny had brought him. Just as he managed to shake the ropes free and set the leather covered pole to the side he caught sight of her look of disgust. Sarah watched as an angry flush soon came to cover Sam's face, white spittle forming at the corners of his mouth as he jerked her collar and forced her down on her knees before him.
"Don't you ever give me that fucking look again, bitch! Do you hear me! I will whip your fucking ass until it bleeds next time you do!"
Paling at the sudden anger she was faced with, Sarah shrank back and gave a meek nod to his words before dropping her gaze. Her body sat trembling as she waited for some blow, understanding now that Sam was not a man any girl would want to mess with.
Sam calmed himself down as he stared at the young beauty bowed before him. He had to quell the urge to show her just how much lower she was than him, his cock already rock hard and straining against his jeans with the need to do so but he knew what Marcus wanted came first and his needs second. With a rough movement, Sam brought Sarah back up to her feet once more, his movements just as equally rough as he forced her to step into the loop made by the ropes and dragged them up her body until he could tighten it to perfection around her waist.
"These are silk ropes. So there won't be any biting into your pretty white skin." Sam stated as began to fix what Sarah figured was a thong into place. The rope was golden in hue, the knots around her hips meant so that the length could be tightened or loosened as need be. Caught between her legs was a second rope, which Sam adjusted so that a trio of knots were soon lined up with her asshole, her clit and the mouth of her pussy. With the rope so snug she realized that each step she took would cause the knots to rub against her already sensitive skin in a teasing manner, never enough to fully please her.
