Tom's Return

by Susan

Tom could hardly believe it when he saw Sarah;  he had seen her naked before, she was his wife; but he had never seen her this way before.

She was a stunning girl, of course; but he had never seen her look so sexual.

Her blonde hair was beautiful, and every bit as long as before; it hung down to the middle of her back. Around her neck she was wearing a black leather collar, with a small green jewel adorning it in the middle. He didn't know exactly what sort of jewel it was, but knowing the Club he felt it must be a semi-precious stone, and not a cheap synthetic ornament. The collar was set with rings all around.

She was almost totally nude. His eyes were drawn almost immediately to her prominent breasts, which were naked. Something was wrong; they were a strange shade of  pink, almost a light red even. Sarah was fair skinned; so, she either had a slight sunburn on her breasts only,....or....possibly, her breasts had been slapped, and hard enough to redden the skin but not so hard as to create bruises.

He also could have sworn her breasts had grown, if that was possible; they looked bigger than he had ever seen them before. She even looked ready to lactate; to him, her breasts seemed those of a pregnant woman, though still firm and losing none of their pleasing shape. He knew she wasn't pregnant when he left, and two weeks were not enough to make her how he saw now. His medical training told him there were drugs that could do this;  perhaps they had given them to her.

His eyes descended. She wore nothing around her stomach, nothing at all. He loved the way her navel looked. She looked trim; she certainly had gained no weight, her hips were slim as ever, they were not over-feeding her.

A fine gold chain was around her hips; it looked very sexy; and, it served as a garment, in the sense that she had almost nothing else on; and the chain emphasized that.

He glanced at her pubic area; it was totally shaved.  It was red, too, like her breasts.

The redness continued to her thighs, then stopped; she might be in discomfort, he thought. He had really never seen anything like it.  Dermatology was not his specialty, and he wasn't sure how they had colored her like that. All he could think of was the way a slap would make the blood rush to the skin.

He looked at her legs, which were bare. Sarah had always had great legs, and they looked good now, he noted. Her feet were in sexy shiny black high heels, which made her legs look even more shapely.

Despite being married to her, he just wasn't used to looking at her nude. Sure, he saw her nude at times, but she was normally very modest, and was nude only out of necessity, like when taking a shower; otherwise, she always had something on. Sarah had always been a modest girl, though she had nothing to be ashamed of.

He looked back up at her face, realizing he had been staring at her. She was blushing. That made him feel more comfortable, that was more like the Sarah he knew.

"Hello, Tom," she said in a tentative, weak but audible voice.

"Sarah!" he exclaimed; Tom didn't know what to say; the circumstances were so unusual. "You...you like it here?" he finally asked, feeling a bit guilty, knowing that they had told him they would coerce her.

"Yes."

That surprised him; he asked again, not convinced.

"Tell me the truth; I know they are...well strange here. You want to go home?"

"No."

His ego was pricked; he had expected Sarah to be eager to leave; he had rehearsed the scene over and over in his mind on his way home from the islands, imagining justifying to her that the Club wasn't anything to get upset over. Now he decided it was.

"Sarah, I don't know what they have been doing to you...but ..I promise you, you can go home with me now."

"I don't want to."

"Why not? You have been here two weeks."

She said nothing; there was no reply.

Leaning forward, whispering, he said, "Look, I can get you out."

"Go away."

"Go away? I am your husband!"

"I don't care."

"Well, I am not going away; I think I will take you home for awhile; you have been here long enough!"

"Did you really go with her to the Bahamas?" she asked.

"What? yes;" he looked irritated by the question.  "Look, we should go someplace and talk this over."

"I hate you. Leave me alone."

"Why, you little slut! Are you dumping me?"

"You...you are calling me....a slut??? After what you did? OHHHHHHHHHH......"

Suddenly, the door opened, and three men and a woman entered; the woman quickly took Sarah by the hand and escorted her towards the door; Sarah did not resist. Two of the men stood discreetly in the corner; the third faced Tom.

"Tom...Sarah isn't able to handle an argument right now; lets go talk and I will answer any questions you have about her condition. But, we can't let you upset her just now."

"What have you been doing to her?"

"I will be happy to explain; please, no need to get upset."

"I am not upset. I just want to take her home for awhile."

"I am sorry; she is being prepared for initiation; you know that."

"Look, you can't enslave her here!"

"Now, sir, you know the Club rules. She isn't a slave, she has agreed to be here; she told you so herself; and, I assure you, nobody made her give that answer. It is true that she has been in training, and has been corrected and punished as part of that training; but that is her desire, too. Now, I will schedule a meeting with Number 7 and we will address your request if you like."

"I want to see her alone, and away from here!"

"How will you do that? She will not go with you. You heard her, sir; she is rather unhappy with you. We only intervened because you were upsetting her, and if we allowed her to be disrespectful it would set back her training a week. Besides, if you love her, why would you want her to be set back a whole week? Leave her alone for now."

The man went on:

"Tom, pardon my candor, but you are trying to back out of what you signed up for, and while it is a natural reaction, it is unhealthy for you. You will never be able to undo what has been done, and why would you want to? All this is a display of ego, and you will see that yourself when you are calmer later. You don't want to leave the Club, and don't hold it against Sarah that she doesn't want to, either. She has new friends now, and you agreed to that, you know."

....
 

"Sarah?"

"Yes, master?"

"Did you raise your voice to Tom?"

"Yes, master; I...I am sorry, master; he...he upset me."

"Assume the position"

From outside, one could hear Sarah's small cries...high pitched yelps...and a soft smacking sound, like a stick softly hitting flesh; at least, one could have, except the door and room were soundproofed. After awhile, it stopped.

"I...I am sorry master!" Sarah sobbed, her voice sounding very distressed.

"I know; close your legs now."

The man got up and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Sarah rolled gingerly on the bed. She weeped, but not from emotional misery; rather she did it because she could not help it; her lips were aching, they burned. She adjusted the ring on her clit so it touched her lips the least, and sobbed.

After awhile, an intercom switched on.

"Sarah"

"Yes, Master?"

"Do your exercises."

"I am very sore, Master."

"I know that, Sarah. Do your exercises, and if your performance is good tonight, I will give you an injection before you go to bed."

"Yes, Master."

She lay back down on the bed, sobbing.

As she lay there, she squeezed her ass tightly; held it; then relaxed; then she did the same vaginally. Then in back again, alternating...front...back...front....back.

She didn't know what Master had meant by a performance tonight. She thought about the girl she had seen; the one who had smoked a cigarette with her vagina; she hoped she would not be asked to do that soon, she didn't feel ready.

----

Time passed; suddenly, the intercom switched on again.

"Sarah"

"Yes, Master"

"I am sending a guest to your room tonight. I want you to let him fuck you."

"Yes, Master"

"He knows you are sore. It turns him on, so don't hide it and don't be too quiet. You don't have to play act, just be natural. If he wants to spank you, let him do that, too."

"Yes, Master."

"I don't have to remind you that we will ask him about your performance, do I?"

"No, Master."

"Good. I will see you afterwards before you go to sleep. Good-bye."

"Good-bye, Master."