This chapter continues the story of Sara with Miguel and Sofia. After being bought at auction by Miguel, following a request from his slave Sofia, Sara comes to terms with her situation. Sofia, Miguel, and Carla continue working on their projects. Sofia and her owner, Miguel, continue to care for each other after the public punishment Sofia endured the previous day as part of a plan to make her the next model for the spa chain owned by her friend and lover, Carla.
Sara's POV
Miss Sofia woke me up. It must have been around 5:30 in the morning. I had gone to bed early, but I hadn't slept much. On the other hand, she fell asleep almost instantly after receiving yet another caregiving session from our owner. I had so many things to ask her. As for me, he simply applied a gel for the sunburns and didn't spend much time with me. Miss Sofia, on the other hand, received a generous dose of arnica gel and pain relief on each of her numerous bruises, as well as a massage session on her feet and legs, ending with a kissing session.
"Sara, get up, and don't make a sound." Stora Sofia placed her hand over my mouth. I followed her to the bathroom. The two of us slept in our owner's room while he stayed in the guest room.
The two of us were naked in the bathroom, and I could see how Sofia's bruises were noticeably better, although they still looked quite bad. The redness had given way to purple and yellow, typical of bruises. The perianal area was the most mistreated. Miguel had placed a compress with a cream on it. She removed the compress, and I could see the dark purple of her anal area. When she sat on the toilet to urinate, her face could not hide the pain that showed through.
"Does it still hurt terribly, miss?" I asked, wincing at her grimace of pain. It was a profoundly awkward question, and the truth was that I felt deeply uncomfortable sharing this intimate space with my former teacher and now my chief slave.
"Yes, it hurts quite a lot, but I'm much better now. Come on Sara, you need to get ready to take care of Miguel. Today you'll be the one doing the wake-up blowjob." I had been so thrilled when he told me he was going to enroll me in medical school that I had momentarily forgotten the first part of his instructions.
Miss Sofia sat on the bidet with the cold water jet directly aimed at her vulva. Her buttocks were swollen due to the whipping, the marks merged into one large bruise, unlike her breasts and stomach where our owner had been careful to separate the whip marks - here, the individual whipping marks were not visible.
"Every time you pee, you've got to wash your fanny with running water. We've got loads of different intimate soap brands, but I only use them after sex. Too much hygiene is just as bad as not enough," I said, eyeing the array of soaps and creams stuffed in the bathroom cabinet. The fact our owner was a pharmacist meant we were never short of this sort of stuff.
Sofia pulled out an orange rubber bulb from the cabinet, filled it with water, and attached a cannula.
"Here, insert this into your arse and squeeze until all the water's out." I made a face at the thought of doing an enema.
"Don't look like that, this is part of your new hygiene routine," she said assertively, while I squeezed the bulb's contents into my arse warm water filled my insides, the sensation was not unpleasant just humiliating. Miss Sofia was casually washing her face and applying serum like this was the most normal thing in the world.
"Will it be like this every day?" I asked Miss Sofia.
"Yes it will, Sara. For the coming years, we shall both begin our days preparing our bodies so that Miguel may make use of them." I drew a deep breath and sat on the lavatory to expel the contents of my bowels, whilst Sofia refilled the rubber bulb with warm water.
"Now it is my turn. Though I shan't be intimate with Miguel in the days ahead, one mustn't break from the ritual," Miss Sofia stated primly. While in prison, I had urinated and defecated in front of other women, but doing so in front of Miss Sofia caused me discomfort. She wasn't a stranger, but my former teacher.
"Will he have anal sex with me?" I asked, my stomach churning at the thought.
"No, today you'll only perform fellatio, but in the future, I expect so. In any case, he's likely to want to play with your vulva and your anus. Believe me, you don't want to be unclean." I already felt filthy at the thought of performing oral sex on my owner, but it was a way to survive.
After relieving herself, Sofia refilled the bulb, this time with soap and water. "You always do two or three enemas like this, until only clean water comes out, and then, at the end, you apply baby oil," she instructed while handing me the bulb. When I had finished the final enema, she caressed my buttocks and inserted a finger into my anus. I hadn't expected it, but truthfully, making love to my History teacher had been one of my teenage fantasies.
"Miss, I wasn't expecting that, but please don't stop," I said with a provocative smile.
"Don't be vulgar and impertinent. I'm merely checking if your arse is properly cleaned. Do you think it is?" she asked, wagging her finger sternly.
"Yes, I believe so. You saw me do the enemas, exactly as you instructed." Had I failed at something? I felt as if I were back in the classroom again.
"In that case, you may lick my finger." I looked at her index finger, the same finger Miss Sofia had placed inside me it was now oily from the final baby oil enema.
"Surely you can't be serious! You want me to lick the finger you just put in my arsehole? That's revolting!" I said, grimacing.
"I am entirely serious, Sara. Everything that enters your bottom will end up in your mouth, be it my finger or your owner's penis. So, unless you think your bottom needs extra cleaning, lick my finger." The stern way Sofia spoke left no room for protest. I smelled her finger and then took it into my mouth. The only scent was the light floral aroma of baby oil mixed with soap. I licked her finger provocatively.
"Satisfied?" I asked her impudently.
"That's for you to determine, Sara. If I were you, I'd wash myself at the bidet before meeting Miguel, to ensure a fresh scent," she told me while inserting the rubber nozzle into her own anus. "Sara, your body and my body are both Miguel's property. Being a judicial slave isn't easy, but it can be more or less difficult."
I understood the lesson and sat on the bidet, legs apart, while washing my vulva with "D'aveia gynecological Ph 3.5". The oat fragrance was pleasant. Would Miss Sofia use this soap or one of the others? I knew I would soon find out.
I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror before leaving. I knew this was the first of many days where I would have to wake up early and prepare my body to pleasure my owner.
"Sara Dear, perform the best fellatio you can manage. Your function is to serve Miguel to the best of your ability." I drew a deep breath and crept into the guest room as stealthily as I could. My owner was sleeping so deeply that he didn't wake when I slipped under the sheet and placed my mouth on the glans of his penis. He was already erect - men think about sex even in their sleep, the pigs. I continued as I had the night before, licking the underside of his penis, from head to testicles, and then licked the glans again. The erection grew more substantial and my jaw was beginning to ache.
I wondered if all my effort was worth it, performing fellatio on a man who continued sleeping and whose only reaction to my efforts was a rigid erection. I could have sworn his penis was even thicker than the previous night, but that was nonsense, caused by my imagination and the darkness of the room not allowing me to see my owner's member, only feel it with my tongue and lips.
I reflected on how I, despite being a slave, had the power to give my owner pleasure, and how vulnerable he was at this moment, and how... "Bluhhg! Couh! Huh!" I felt the hot burst of semen hit the back of my mouth, choked, and spat.
"Mmm! Yes! Don't stop! Sofia? Carla?" My owner had awakened in a daze. I felt his hand on my chest and then his startled reaction. He switched on the bedside lamp. With eyes still adjusting to the light, he looked at me.
"Sara, is that you? I was dreaming of Sofia and Carla... but that was good, very good indeed. Sofia always wakes me before I climax." I was left speechless. Apparently, I had given my owner a new and intense experience, but he would have preferred the woman in his bed to be Sofia or that other woman, Carla rather than me.
"I'm happy to have pleased you, Sir. I wasn't expecting such a large amount of cum, and I choked." He fixed me with a penetrating stare as if appraising me. I felt semen dripping down my chin. I wiped my face with the sheet... Buzzzz! I felt a shock. It wasn't powerful, but it was enough to make me stop immediately.
"My spunk stays inside you: in your mouth, cunt, or arse, but you never spit it out or wipe it away. Got that, you little terrorist?" I nodded and quickly cleaned my face with my fingers before putting them in my mouth, then returned to his cock and licked it thoroughly to clean every trace of cum. I did the same with all traces of semen I could find on the sheets and our bodies.
"It won't happen again, Sir. It was the surprise," I said after licking up every last revolting drop of his seed, barely managing to hide my revulsion.
"For your sake, it better not, though I must say you're surprisingly good at sucking cock. Wouldn't have expected a terrorist dyke like you to know how to please a man so well." True, his was my first penis, but I was well-versed in pleasuring women. Nearly all my friends, even the straight ones, had experienced the skill of my tongue. A penis is just an oversized clitoris, after all.
I felt his hands groping my buttocks. He pulled me towards him and spread my legs. His fingers invaded my vulva, probing my folds.
"You're soaking wet. You want me to fuck you, don't you, you little terrorist whore?" No, I didn't want him or any other man to fuck me, but I desperately needed an orgasm, by any means necessary. The effects of the sexual torture I'd endured during my detention had left me craving release like a junkie desperate for their next fix.
"Yes, I do. Please, Sir, let me have an orgasm, make me come." The words tumbled from my mouth. How I loathed myself for begging a man for release, but the truth was I desperately needed to feel my vagina contract, to feel waves of pleasure pulsing from my core through my body.
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