Branded

An eBook By Madison West.

Sara lay gasping for breath on the mat as raucous applause and laughter filled the air. She closed her eyes as she heard the words, I'm sorry Sara, you'll have to call me Mistress, mumbled in her ear. She knew then that her hooded opponent was her best friend Kate. One part of her wanted to cry from the embarrassment of being used so publicly, yet another part of her, thrilled by the encounter, begged for more.

Sara loved the feeling of Kate's slippery, hot flesh pressing down on her own. Her love hole still twitched with her climax. Only now was she beginning to believe Kate about how pleasurable sex could be. She had always thought Kate was just being lewd simply to annoy her and certainly never imagined herself as anyone's sex slave, even for a weekend. But after a night and a half of unbelievable stimulation and satisfaction, Sara found herself beguiled by Devon and agreed to belonging to him, a naive participant in the world of bondage, dominance and incredibly satisfying sex.

Just as Sara's breath slowed, Kate was lifted off. Sara quickly opened her eyes to find Devon shaking his head with disappointment. Her heart began to race as she remembered his words. She had thought he was only trying to scare her, but now, the look on his face told her that she was going to be severely punished.

She rolled on her side and crunched into the fetal position, hoping he would take pity on her. How could he hold her responsible for losing a challenge that was called for by his misbehavior? Suddenly Devon stepped back and dozens of black gloved hands grabbed Sara. Side by side they covered her arms and legs and began stretching her body out. Sara panicked and began thrashing and screaming.

Let me go. It's not my fault. Master Devon, help me. I promise I'll be good. Don't let them do this to me. Sara sobbed and tried to twist her naked body free, but the hands clenched tighter on her arms and legs, digging their finger tips deep into her flesh. A last desperate thought crossed her mind and she screamed around her sobs.

Kate! Sara couldn't see her, but she screamed anyway. Kate, help me. Don't let them do this to me. You're supposed to be my best friend. Make them let me go.

As they carried Sara to the side of the room and placed her on one of the strange tables from the dungeon, she caught a glimpse of Kate kneeling next to her master, Jason. Her black leather hood had been removed and she knelt with her head bowed and her hands tucked between her knees. She didn't move as Sara called out to her.

Kate! Sara screeched. It's your fault that I got into this, now save me. Don't let them do this to me.

Sara saw Kate raise her head just far enough to see her through her eyebrows. Tears were dripping down her cheeks as Jason, who was engaged in a conversation with another master, gently laid his hand on her head to remind her of his presence. Without a word, Kate lowered her head. Sara's shriek of frustration was suddenly muffled by a large ball gag as she was strapped to the bondage table. Thrashing her head back and forth only delayed the inevitable hood that slid down over Sara's head, plunging her into her own dark world.

Sara continued to strain and whimper behind her gag and hood as hands cinched restraints onto her body. Her arms and legs were stretched far from her body leaving her erogenous zones and her tenders completely exposed. Two final straps, one just under her ample breasts and one across her hips, secured her completely and brought her final surrender. Sara panted as she listened intently for any hint of what was to come.

Suddenly a loud male voice pronounced Sara's agony. Let the punishment begin.

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