Destiny Chosen: Part 2
In the second part of "Chosen Destiny," titled "Family Time" featuring slave girl Sara, we follow her emotional journey as she experiences new things with her captors.
Characters exchange these words: "You seem rather dependent; you were crying even before the first strike."
Sara receives a few swats before being enveloped in a warm hug. She's overjoyed and believes her day can't get any better. But as she's taken aback by the front door opening, she catches a glimpse of a familiar figure.
"I've returned, mother and father," exclaims the man. "Hello, Sara Brown," says a woman.
Sara hesitates, tears well up in her eyes, and whispers, "Hello, Ma'am."
The woman smirks, "It's a pleasant surprise to see you here with my family."
The matriarch lifts Sara off the ground, ignoring her tears.
"I didn't know if you'd met my brothers yet, Sara?" asks the woman.
"No, Ma'am, will it be a surprise?" Sara inquires.
The mother replies, "It'll be a lovely surprise for you. May I escort you to your bath, and perhaps show you your new accommodations?"
Sara is disrobed, and the woman begins to investigate every nook and cranny of her body.
"Where are your undergarments, Sara?" asks the woman.
Sara's eyes well up with tears again, "Your mother cut them off to further punish me, Ma'am."
"Don't worry about it, dear. I have lots of new pairs for you."
The woman expertly removes Sara's clothing, lovingly caressing every inch of her body. Having brought Bessy to tears, she sits her on her lap.
"There's a reason I'm punishing you, Bessy. Why else would I touch you the way I am?"
Tears flow again -ip>Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap/ip>.
Sara is soon sobbing, but her punishment continues. Finally, her mother decides to sit her back down on her lap.
"Now for your treat, Bessy," says the woman.
She unties her blouse and bra, pulling them off. Sara's face is then pulled to her nipple. She sucks while the woman tenderly massages Sara's rear end with her other hand. Sara begins to doze off, but is quickly placed back over her mother's knee.
Sara is transported to her room which is quite small but comes with a bed, dressing table, hairbrush, wardrobe, and an incredible view of the open fields and winding river. Her mother re-enters, bringing with her two packs of fresh underwear, two vests, two modest skirts, and two blouses.
"Lay down and rest, Sara," her mother encourages. "The boys should be home any minute, and each will expect a good blowjob, some boob sucking, and to fuck you, and don't you skimp on your service or you'd be punished by your mother and you know how she can punish you."
"Yes, Ma'am," says Sara obediently.
Later, Sara is awakened by a potent erection being led between her lips.
"Hi girl, I'm Billy, and this is my eight-inch cock, have any clue what I can do with it?" the man asks.
Sara opens her mouth and allows the stranger to enter, her gag reflex triggers a task that would otherwise be challenging. Her previous owner utilized similar scenarios involving multiple techniques.
Her former owner would insert a remote-controlled dildo into her vagina to keep her interested. But if she began to move her hands from under her body, she'd be flipped onto the table, bottom facing up, strapped, and branded. Her requester would have the liberty to sodomize her as he desired.
Sara longed for her weekly reckoning day, where she'd be fucked by virtually everyone in the family. She was doused in water and placed in a makeshift harness before enduring more penetration. Her owner would whip her many times then she was manhandled and it was back to being raped by her rebelators. These events occurred up to six times a day, supplemented by nighttime intercourse with the family.
Sara sighs with nostalgia. Billy finishes his attack, followed by Joe's entry. Sara is fed dinner by the family, then finally sent to bed. But she's not alone for long. Around 9:30 pm, her mother and stepfather enter the room. The woman performs oral sex while her husband takes her from behind. Once all have reached climax, Sara bathes her mother, then is sent to bed.
Billy's words bounce through her mind, "Sara, can you even pray while intimidated by a cock?"
"Yes, Sir, without a doubt."
He sat on my bed, as I knelt down, silently performing fellatio on his penis. Soon enough, I was fast asleep without so much as a rocking motion.
The next morning, my phone buzzed, signaling it was time to help the boys wake up with a handy little spatula. One by one, they arose and prepared for work. Eventually, the house was quiet, and all had left. I searched for the vacuum cleaner and added a touch of Miss's perfume to the filters. Meticulous vacuuming followed, from top to bottom, with a brief break in between. Mrs. Wood returned, and we chatted until Miss arrived for lunch.
"Do you smell my perfume?" she asked.
I confessed what I had done, hoping she would find it pleasing.
"You entered my room and those of the others without permission?"
"Apologies, Miss. I didn't consider it at all."
"Mother, can you teach Bessy here a lesson on not being lazy?" she stated.
Mrs. Brown grabbed the kitchen strap as I began to undress and shed tears. Miss pulled me towards her by the nipple.
"Don't you understand this is for your own good, Bessy?"
"Yes, Miss. And thank you."
Miss cleared a space on the table, and we both watched each other eat our meals while I received a justifiable spanking. Afterward, I was sent to my room to extract the hairbrush from my dressing table. Miss was correct: the only time I was on my back was when the boys and Mr. Wood were having their way with me. The rest of the time, I slept on my stomach.
The three-day stint with the family flew by, making it time for the auction. The morning was for previewing, the afternoon for sampling, and the evening for bidding. I was summoned to the registration office.
"Would you like something to help you more attractive for sale, Bessy?"
"Sure, Miss."
"Bend over and get naked. I will cane you."
She caned me twelve times.
"Thank you, Miss," I said gratefully.
Mrs. Wood appeared above me, her naked, wet pussy staring back at me. I licked and bit; my salty tears eventually found their way into my mouth.
It had been the best three days of my life.