Chapter 24: The Sale Date
Monday came. I made an excuse to Jane and hung up before she could protest.
For two weeks after we said good-bye to Alice, I worked Sarah relentlessly. A part of me wanted to ensure that I'd put the finishing touches on my masterpiece -- to be sure that she would perform with unparalleled skill, submit without hesitation, and display the spirit and flight our client claimed to desire. A part of me, I confess, wanted to spend as much time with Sarah as I could before I was forced to say good-bye to her forever.
To Sarah, I remained cold and aloof, as a trainer should. I was careful to show her no outward sign or warmth or affection. I needed her to get past this unfortunate attraction she held for me. She needed to fall for her Master, not for me.
As much as I wanted her to.
I certainly couldn't let her know that I had strong feelings stirring in my own heart. That wanted to keep her, to possess her utterly, to make her mine.
That I wanted, more than anything in God's creation, to heat her to call me Master.
For the love of God, I could let her know that I had fallen deeply, truly, and irrevocably in love with her.
The time was coming. She was to be sold. I had a job to do.
She would, of course, be better off. I tried to convince us both. I failed.
When the day drew nigh, I made some excuse and insisted that Jane delay the delivery by yet another week, and then a week after that. In all, I earned another month with my Sarah, though my partnership with Jane grew strained. No matter, after Sarah, I was through. My heart was no longer in it. My masterpiece was complete, anything else would be shadow and ashes.
I would never find another Sarah.
I explored her as I have never explored a woman, and I learned every inch of her most secret and sacred geometry. I memorized the slopes of her inner thigh, the curves of her hips, the swell of her red lips, the rise of her breasts. I entered her mouth and her bottom, but mostly I used her cunt. I took her again and again, and again after that. I drank from her like a grail. I found her limits and pushed her far beyond them. Together, we redefined the meaning of hollow words like joy and elation. With Sarah, for the first time, I understood, deep in the soul, the meaning of the world arise. We breathed bliss, and every exhale was a hymn of praise.
The days bled away too quickly. Two days before the month was up, Jane phoned again. I scowled when I saw her number. Jane knew very well I did not like to be disturbed before bloody 9am. I took the call anyway.
"Jack. Darling. It's time."
My eyes opened and sleep fell from me like a shroud. The morning was cold. "Jane--"
"No! No, Jack, listen to me. We have made a commitment. We took a bloody deposit for God's sake. Our go-betweens have already arranged to deliver the balance of the payment. The girl must go. Do you hear me? Do you?"
"Listen to me. I--"
"Tomorrow. Eight in the morning. Have the package ready."
"First," I said, coming truly awake, "we agreed two days hence, not tomorrow."
"The client insists, Jack. Remember, he has paid us, and paid dearly. I have already agreed. Our go-betweens will not renegotiate again, even were I to ask it, which I bloody sure will not."
"Without my consent?" I felt my ire rising. I found myself wishing, just for a moment, that I could have Jane alone in my training room, bound, gagged, and helpless -- and at the mercies of my many whips, paddles, and clamps -- just for an hour or two. I would have a few things to teach her, I dare say.
"We are partners," she hissed at me. "I am not your underling. The time for your consent is long past. You trespass on the terms of our agreement."
"Second, I do not do business before nine. You know that."
Jane sighed. "Very well. I shall arrive at nine. Promptly. Tomorrow. And yes, I am coming personally to see it done good and properly. It seems I must, doesn't it?" There was poison in her voice. She let out a sigh and then spoke again. This time, I heard something in her words that, had I not known better, I might almost have taken for sympathy. "She's not yours, Jack. She belongs to someone else. She's his property."
Jane hung up before I could respond.
After breakfast, I gagged Sarah and took her into the training room. I did not speak to her. I forced myself to treat her as an object, as a slave, as property to be used, bound, and then sold.
I whipped her on the ass and breasts.
I fucked her pussy from behind, savagely.
I tortured her with electricity, using the wand to shock the tips of her breasts and the lips of her pussy.
I fucked her again, and again after supper.
I did not speak to her. I did not look her in the eye. I did not kiss her, not even to wipe away her tears.
That night, I locked her in her cage and left her alone. I packed her books (including the La Belle I'd made for her so long ago) and laptop, and then I retired to my bedroom, undressed, and turned off the light. I did not sleep.
I arose at six, showered, and ate a small breakfast. I dressed myself and brought Sarah her own repast. When I ungagged her, she spoke. "Sir, I--"
"Hush. Eat." She nodded once and obeyed. "Good girl."
When she had finished, I gagged her again and escorted her to the shower. "Wash," I commanded her. I left her with instructions to dry and fix her hair, and wait for me. She looked at me as I left, and despite my best intention, my gaze met hers. She held my gaze with those lovely, lovely eyes for a long moment before looking down submissively as she'd been taught.
She was afraid. She knew.
"Hurry," I told her. "This is our last morning together. Do not disappoint me."
I turned, but paused for a second in the doorway. "Your true Master will claim you at last, Sarah. Today. This is the day you've longed for. You wanted a man who will take what he wants? He shall do just that."
I hurried away without looking back so that I would not see her cry.
Jane arrived at nine. For once, she was precisely on time. I shook my head and unlocked my door. I let her into my parlor without speaking. Two men followed her in, pushing a crate on a large dolly. They unloaded the crate.
"Wait for us outside," Jane commanded. "We will summon you when the package is ready to be shipped.
"Yes. Ma'am," one of the men said, and then they were gone.
"Well," said Jane. She offered me that cloying, mocking smile. "Let's get her packed up, shall we?"
I turned without speaking and went to finish my work with the last slave I would ever train.
I cuffed Sarah's hands before her and led her upstairs, naked and shivering. I didn't look at her. The sorrow in her eyes was more than I could bear.
Jane stood waiting by the open box. It was padded generously, and well ventilated, designed to hold a captive female securely while ensuring her safety during shipping. There were plenty of eyebolt hooks for securing a girl in tight bondage within.
