12 comments/ 41886 views/ 17 favorites Finding Sarah By: Scorpio44 [This could have been put in BDSM but the folks who are really into that probably wouldn't like it. There is a little mild SM in this story, some D/s, but mostly this story is about two people coming from disparate worlds finding out they could get together and have it benefit both of them. If aspects of BDSM bother you, perhaps this is a story you won't enjoy. No one was harmed in the writing of this story. No animals were hurt in the writing of this story. Names were changed to protect the guilty. Your votes and comments are encouraged.] * Ever since I was young I've loved hiking off into the mountains. At first my hikes were with my Dad. He planned the routes, bought the food and helped me learn how to be a good hiker. As soon as my Dad would allow me to do it by myself, I started going alone. For safety reasons I would plan a route, map it out and take a satellite phone and GPS with me. Dad and I had check in calls while I was gone. When I went away to college and after graduation, I called Dad as my safety calls. Since Dad died a year ago I'd been reluctant to go without someone at home "watching my back." I finally asked the couple who live next door if they would be willing to "watch my back". They agreed and I taught them how to do it. That Friday after work I drove up into the Sierras. I called Jack, my neighbor, after I locked my car and had my backpack on. I had two hours of daylight left and I headed north. The route I planned was a new one for me. I loved being out again, seeing the vistas, the animals, listening to and reading the land. It had been hard losing Dad and after a good couple hours hiking I could feel myself starting to feel better, more alive. I camped that night near a stream and under an overhang. That gave me fresh water nearby and some protection from any storm that might decide to float by. I did quite a lot of thinking on hikes and this one was no different. What was different was that I was thinking about a woman. A woman I didn't know. I was thinking about a woman I would want to include in my life. Someone to live with, maybe have kids with, maybe even take hiking with me. Not much thought about looks. Well, some thought. I thought about Jenny from school. We had been friends up until the eighth grade and we enjoyed a lot of fun times together. When puberty hit her it hit hard and over one summer she went from having little bumps on her chest to having huge boobs and an attitude to match. Suddenly she needed to be treated like she was something special because she had big hooters! I stopped inviting her to do things when she responded with a question, "If I go with you, who will see me?" I thought about Carol. I had dated her for almost the whole year before Dad died and a couple months after he passed. She was fun and we talked and danced well together. She always smelled like she was freshly scrubbed when I picked her up for a date. However, she wasn't an outdoor girl. No hiking, fishing, boating, or sitting beside a pool or lake. She feared sunburn and bugs. She was quite happy naked in the shade or in my bedroom with me naked beside, on top, behind or under her. Within a month or two after Dad died Carol made it clear that since I had a good job, and now had a house, we should get married. She broke up with me seven months before I went on the hike. I explained to her that I'm an outdoor guy. She's an indoor woman. It wouldn't work. She yelled and screamed and even was mad enough that she told her friends things about me that weren't true. She told her best friend Donna that the reason she broke up with me was that I wanted to fuck her in the ass. She didn't tell her that ass fucking was her idea and that she loved it. The way she told it I wanted it and she got tired of having to say no every time we were together. I thought about a woman who would love being out in the mountains with me. Who could sit quietly for hours together letting the forest, the rocks, the water and weather sing their songs to us. A woman not afraid of sunlight. A woman who wasn't much interested in make-up, nylons, high heels and perfume. I knew if I met her she would have on an old pair of hiking boots that had been resoled at least once. Her hair would be easy to take care of. She would already know how to hike and camp. I fell asleep thinking about her and in my dreams she hiked with me. I slept later than I expected. I thought sunrise would have me up but there were lots of clouds and sunrise was less an event and more a gradual lightening. By nine or so I was moving north east and following a valley towards a small lake. I stayed about a third of the way up one side of the valley. It gave me a better view and with the clouds it gave me some protection from possible flash floods. It was after noon when I stopped at an overlook that let me look down to the lake. The lake was about two miles away. I got out my lunch and binoculars. I scanned around the lake and saw a dirt road that wasn't on my map. I followed it and saw it end about a mile from the lake. A pick up truck was parked at the end of the road. An older Ford, if I was to guess. I didn't see any people. I wasn't surprised. With thousands of trees and some distance people would be more difficult to see than a blue truck. I scanned the edge of the lake. If there were people they would likely be at the lake. I scanned the lake counterclockwise, beginning at the point closest to the truck. I saw no boats, no splashing, no one until I was almost done with the scan. Then, through a break in the trees I saw two people and a picnic table. One of the two was wearing a white top and shorts that looked khaki. She was on the table, spread eagled. The other person was walking around the table, waving his arms and his body language said he was upset, angry. I wondered what was up with that. Dad taught me that when you're looking an area over with binoculars you should also scan without them. The bigger field of vision may alert you to something you would miss otherwise. I looked at the area around the lake and thought I saw something. Through the binoculars I saw that I was right. What I saw was a cougar drinking at the far side of the lake. I realized that the two people I had seen could be in danger. Cougars don't normally like being near people but who knew what this one was like. I figured I would go down and warn the two about the cat. Ever since college when I hiked I carried a hand gun. I shifted it from my pack to easy access in a cargo pocket. I took one more look at the people. I was shocked at what I saw. The woman was now nude and the man was gone. She was still spread eagled on the table and I realized she must be tied there. I hustled towards her. It was, in my mind, a race. Either the cougar got there first and she was lunch or I got there and she wasn't lunch. Hurrying isn't safe in the mountains. Off the trail hiking is also dangerous. I headed straight for her. Less than a minute after I started I could no longer see the table or the lake. My GPS showed me I was going in the right direction. I slipped once and slid on my ass twenty yards down the slope. Bloodied my hand and ruined a good pair of hiking shorts. I didn't stop. I was breathing pretty hard when I stepped into the clearing where the table was. The woman hadn't moved. A quick scan showed me I had been right, she was tied to the table. That scan also showed me she was bleeding. I was a hundred fifty yards from her. I didn't run but walked quickly towards her. I was looking in her direction but beyond her. I didn't want to see the big cat. When I was sixty yards from her I saw the cat loping out of the trees headed for her. I ran towards her, drawing my weapon as I ran. When the cat was within ten yards of her I stopped and took aim. The cat crouched to spring and as it leapt I squeezed a round off. It was the best shot of my life! The cat landed on the woman and lay still on her. I ran to her and flipped the big cat off her. My bullet had entered the cat's mouth and tore off the back of its head. The woman had not moved. She was unconscious. I untied her. I covered her with a t-shirt from my pack and noticed she was bleeding from a hit on her head and a cut on her chest. At the lake I got a cloth wet and started to clean her up. The hit on her head had broken the skin and raised a big goose egg lump but I didn't think the damage was permanent. I uncovered her torso and when I started washing off the blood I discovered that the man had cut off one of her nipples! Why would a man do that to a woman? The cool water must have helped revive her. She moved a little and then her eyes opened. She was surprised to see me. "Who..." "Name's Pete. How's your head?" "It hurts." "Can you sit up?" "No. I don't have permission, Sir." "I'm the only one here and I give you permission. Take it slow." She held on to me and pulled herself up slowly. She winced as she moved but she moved. As soon as she was up she saw the cat. She started to scream. "He's dead. He wanted you for lunch but I talked him out of it." "Where is my Master, Sir?" "Your master?" "Yes. I belong to him, Sir." "Let's take care of you first then we'll worry about him. Ok?" She looked at me but didn't speak. I got my first aid kit out and treated the cut and abrasion on her forehead. Then I asked her what she wanted me to do about her chest. She looked down, saw what he had done and burst into tears. With no idea what to do, I did nothing. She sobbed for a long time. She looked up at me and said, "You should have let the puma have me, Sir." "No!" I sat beside her and held her. She sobbed some more and I felt all the fight in her melt out. "Why do you want to die?" I asked. "Sir, When I was sold to my Master her put a ring through my nipple to mark me as his. When he left me here he cut it off. I don't belong to anyone. I am no longer anything!" "Yes, you are!" Again at a loss I went back to doing what I knew how to do. First aid. I put an antibacterial ointment on her breast and bandaged it. She was still nude except for a tattered old pair of hiking boots and two pair of socks peeking out the tops of the boots. The lug soles were well worn and were not the original soles. I looked her over more intently. What else had the man done to her? I found a few small bruises and a scar just above her shaved pubes. It was the scar I had seen on women who had C-sections. She was slender, muscular legs and arms, a hint of a six-pact middle and "A" cup breasts. I hadn't seen her stand but I knew the Forest Service picnic tables were five feet long and only her feet hung off the end. I guessed her at five-five or five-six. She had no tan lines and a good tan for the time of year. Her hair was barely longer than my own, half covering her ears, and brown. I helped her off the table top and had her sit on the bench. She did what I asked her to do, without argument. I made camp and made us some food. She told me, when I asked, that she had not eaten in two days. As she ate I called my neighbors and told them I was Ok. Then I called the emergency number for the local Forest Service. I told them where we were and that I had shot a cougar. I asked them to bring some clothes for a woman. I explained about finding her here, nude and tied to the table. Half an hour later ten people arrived. I had her dressed in a t-shirt of mine with her lower half in my sleeping bag. The forest people had brought two cops and a paramedic with them. The paramedic checked her out and took swabs inside her. The female paramedic told me I did a good job on her injuries and then the cops talked to her. The ranger I spoke with recorded our conversation. I learned that three other times over the last ten years a woman had been left up here to die. All three did die and what was found didn't have enough clues to find the killer. The young woman I found just might help them find the man. They were excited to know about the truck I had seen. None of them had brought her any clothes. The cops asked the woman what she wanted to do. She told them to ask me. I told them we needed to talk. They backed off and I sat next to her. "I don't even know your name. What is it?" "Each new Master has named me. The one who left me here called me Slave. When I was good he called me that. For the last month or so I have been Cunt." "What were you called by your parents?" "I have no parents. I was born and given to a family as their slave. It is all I am." I saw the cop walking towards us. I looked up at him and said, "She's going home with me. You have our information. Do me a favor. When you find him hurt him." "We couldn't get a name out of her." "Me neither. I guess Jane Doe will do for now for her. Who the man is, she hasn't said. If I find out more I'll call you." The cop just turned and walked away. The rangers had collected the cougar and already were gone. I realized I was eight walking miles from my car. I yelled at the cop, "Hey. Can we get a ride from you? My car is eight miles from here." It took over an hour to get to my car. I kept thinking about naming someone. I asked questions and mostly didn't learn much. I asked how old she was. She guessed somewhere around twenty-five. She had been schooled at home. She could remember living with four different Masters. After the cops dropped us at my car I helped her into the front seat. As I got in she looked at me and asked, "May I pee, Sir?" "You always ask permission?" "Always, yes, Sir." "You have permission to pee. I guess you can use anywhere by the trees. There aren't any port-a-potties here." "Thank you, Sir." She started to get out of the car and I said, "And, stop the Sir. My name is Pete. Call me Pete. Ok?" "Yes, Sir... I mean Pete. Thank you." She moved quickly to the nearest tree, squatted and let her stream go. When she came back she looked at the seat and said, "I am not questioning you Pete, but do you want me to sit my bare ass on your car seat?" "When you rode in cars before, what did you sit on?" "A towel, a rag, newspaper. Women leak and need to not ruin the places where they sit, Pete." I found a t-shirt in my pack and gave it to her. She folded it and sat. She did not speak unless spoken to. Her answers were prompt and honest. I saw a drive-thru fast food place as we passed through Bassetts and asked if she was hungry. She said yes. At the menu board I asked her what she wanted and she said she had never ordered for herself. Whatever Master wanted her to eat was what she ate. I ordered what I wanted and got the same for her. She ate it all and thanked me after every bite. She folded the wrappers and collected all our trash and held it in her lap. As I drove after we finished eating she asked, "Would you like me to suck you, Pete?" "Why would you ask that?" "Every time Master gave any of us food he expected sex. I have never fucked in a moving car so I offered sucking you. I am sorry, if I did wrong, Pete." "I do not expect sex as payment for anything. I get the feeling I live in a totally different world from the one you're used to. It will take some time for both of us to adjust. Ok?" "You ask me if things are Ok? Things are what you say they are. If you say the sky is yellow then, from that moment on, the sky is yellow." "That doesn't make any sense to me. How can the sky be yellow?" "Pete, When my Master says it, it becomes so. What color is the sky?" "Blue... well, a blue sort of gray." "Those are words that all the people around you agree are the words to describe that color sky. If the sky was the same color somewhere they don't speak English, what color would it be?" "Azul, or whatever the word is there." "The sky would be the same color that it is here and they would agree to call it a different name. When I lived with my Master he said what things were. He never asked for our opinion. He told us how the world was for us." "Ok. That makes some sense. If I was the king I'd get to make all the rules." "My Master was the king." "How many people like you were living with him?" "Sluts like me? Nick, I knew three other sluts but I don't know if they were like me. Sometimes Master wanted us to have sex together as a group. That was about the only time I saw them. My duties didn't allow me to go away from my part of the ranch. I cooked for ten people." "You cooked for ten? Did you eat together?" "No! Master and Mistresses eat first. What is left is divided and this slut gets what she is given." "On a normal day how many people did you talk with?" "I listened to what I was told and I did what I was told. There were three people who told me what to do. Master, Mistress Janet and Mistress Loreli. They did not speak to me every day." "So you might go days without talking at all?" "Yes. My job is not to think and talk. My job is to cook, clean and fuck." "You lived this way your whole life?" "Yes, Pete." "You know I am not your Master?" "If you say so, yes, Pete." "If you want I will stop the car and you can go wherever you want. You are free." "Is that what you want me to do?" Her face showed fear for the first time since she saw the cougar. "No. I'm just saying you can, if you want to." "You say I can go anywhere I want. I don't understand. I know two places in the world. Only two." "Where are they?" "Where I was and where I am. I was on the table by the water and now I'm in this car. I don't know where the table is, or the house I remember living in. They are only memories." "This is California. We're driving to my home in Santa Monica California." "Words." "Words?" "My third Master said we lived in Texas. When he gave me to... Master Bill, we drove in his car for three days and I heard him say that we weren't in Texas any more. What is a Texas?" "Wow! You understand the language but not the things it stands for. This is going to be very interesting. As we drive are you seeing things you don't have names for?" "Yes, Pete." "Ask, if you want to know." "Do you want me to ask?" "Yes." The reasoning process wasn't there for her to decide on her own what was important to her. She asked about lots of things and then she stopped. I drove a few more miles and asked, "Why did you stop asking?" "Sluts get punished when they forget things. I have already forgotten some of the things you told me. When we get where we are going I know I will be punished, and I will be grateful. If I keep asking I will be punished worse for forgetting more." "I'm not going to punish you. In my world that isn't something adults do to each other." "Never?" "You want to be punished?" "Sometimes my ass needs to be whipped. Sometimes hurting me makes the pleasure stronger. Master Bill punished me for every mistake." "Was he punishing you when he put you on the table?" "Yes, Nick. I burned three good pieces of venison. It was the second time I embarrassed him in front of other Masters. My punishment was three painful days and then he took me to the forest. He told me he took me there to end my punishment." She started to cry. "Three days of pain?" "One day for each embarrassment." "I didn't see any big bruises or cuts on you except on your head and breast." "Chickens have breasts. Sluts have tits. The pain was a week ago." She paused and said, "I am sorry, Sir. I am not used to talking so much and I spoke wrongly." "What? What did you say wrong?" "Chickens have breasts. Sluts have tits. I corrected you. A slut never corrects a Master. I am sorry." "Oh. You expect to be punished for that?" "Yes. I spoke when Master Bill was in the room with me and I got ten lashes on my tits and face." Finding Sarah I couldn't take her shopping in just my t-shirt! None of my other things would fit her. I realized this would take my being inventive. My phone rang. The caller ID let me know it was Phil, a good friend from work. "Hey!" "Have you seen the news?" "No. Why?" "Well, I knew you were going hiking near Bassett and they were on the news this evening. I wondered if you knew anything about it?" "What did the news say?" "They showed a big house set a ways into the forest and said that an investigation had led to the arrest of a man and two women living there. They have been charged in the murder of a young woman whose body was found near Gold Lake." My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. If the news says she was found dead then I wasn't there, she doesn't exist and Sarah Forest is a brand new person. "Phil, I didn't see the news and my hiking trip was a ruse. I didn't go hiking like I said I was. I went... Phil, are you sitting down?" "Yeah." "I went to get my girl-friend and bring her home." "I didn't know you had been with anyone since Carol dumped you." "Carol came by tonight, wanting to get back with me. Too late! Sarah is moving in. No, Sarah has moved in." "God! When I tell Kim she will shit! When can we meet her?" My brain showed me a picture of Kim standing next to Sarah. They were about the same size. Maybe... "When will Kim be home?" "In an hour." "Can you guys come over in the morning? Sarah will make breakfast. She can really cook!" "Yeah!" "But, Kim has to call me before you come over. I need to borrow some things from her and I'll need them as soon as you arrive in the morning." "What do you need?" "You don't sound like Kim. I'll talk to her about what I need and I'll explain it when you get here. Ok?" "Ok. Tell me about her." "She is about the same size as Kim, 25, quiet. She's a great cook, sweet and kisses sweeter than wine. What else do you want to know?" "How long have you known her?" "Not long. We just clicked. When she came along I just knew this would be special. By noon tomorrow you'll know too." "If you say so." "Don't forget, have Kim call me." "Right." I hung up, opened my lists and added a list called "Sarah." Shirts, shorts, pants, skirts, panties, bras, and anything else Kim thought she needed. Sarah came to the doorway and stopped. I saw her there and turned to see her just waiting. I motioned for her to come to me. She smiled and came quickly. My arms opened and I got her snuggled into my lap. "Do you write?" "Yes." She got the pad and pen. Over the next hour we made the lists longer and spent a lot of time enjoying touching and kissing. Sarah confided that she had never been held like we were doing, never been treated like a woman. She was to be fucked, not loved. I wondered why anyone would put up with being treated like that until I remembered that living like that was all she knew. She never knew she had a choice. I told her we would go shopping the next day and start by getting her some clothes. Then we would see to the other lists. "I am going with you?" "Sure! Why?" "I've never done it. Masters and Mistresses do that, not... people like me." "Sarah, can you keep a secret?" "If you want me to, Yes, Pete." "You have become a Mistress." "I cannot! I've never heard of a slut becoming a Mistress! I'm not good enough." "You question my judgment? Am I the Master?" "I'm sorry! Oh Pete, I'm sorry. I did not mean to question you. You are my Master." "If the Master says it then that is how it is. You told me that. I say you are now both my slave and my Mistress. My Mistress still serves me. My Mistress has privileges that a slave would not enjoy. To enter a room where the Master is without permission. To pee, use the bathroom, without permission. To dress or not dress as it suits you. Someday you will just be my Mistress." "This is all new to me. Everything about my life since Master Bill left me is new. How do I thank you for saving me? For giving me a new life?" ""I cannot answer you yet. I'm still thinking about it, for both of us. You just said that ever since Bill left you your life has changed. Ever since I saw you and the cougar, my life has changed. Which reminds me, Phil and his wife Kim are my friends. They will be coming over in the morning. Do we have enough stuff in the kitchen for you to make breakfast for four of us?" "Pancakes, sausage, eggs and coffee?" "We have enough?" "Yes, Pete." The phone rang. As I picked it up I said, "Snuggle in and relax. I may ask you some questions." "Yes, Pete." "Hi, Kim." "You scoundrel! How long has this been going on?" "Kim, please let me explain over breakfast. Sarah has planned eggs, pancakes, sausage and coffee. It's all we have in the house. Shopping day is tomorrow." "Breakfast sounds great. We'll bring some juice. Any preferred flavor?" "What kind of juice do you like, Sarah?" As I asked I realized what she would say, "Master says what we will have." I said, "Either orange or one of those cranberry blends. Now, did your husband tell you I needed your help?" "Yes. What do you need?" "Clothes. Sarah has nothing to wear. I can't take her shopping for clothes because she has none to wear to go shopping." "None? What about the clothes she had on when you drove home?" "She wore one of my t-shirts and her hiking boots." "What size does she wear?" "Sarah, what size anything do you wear?" "My boots are seven and a halfs." "Boots are seven and a half." I repeated into the phone. "Blouse, pants, bra?" "Blouse, pants, bra?" I repeated for Sarah. "I don't know." "Ok. How much does she weigh? How tall is she?" "She's about five-six. Sarah, go into our bathroom and stand on the scale. Come back and tell me how much you weigh, please." She was back in less than a minute. "One hundred eighteen pounds, Pete." She said as she snuggled back into my lap. I repeated it for Kim. "She weighs just about the same as me. How big are her boobs?" "Perfect!" I said. Kim laughed and said, "That doesn't help." "An "A" cup I would guess." "She doesn't know?" "No. She's never bought a bra." "Pete, this is a very strange woman. Are you sure about her?" "As sure as I am about anyone. More sure about her than I have been about any woman except my Mom. You'll see." "Ok. I'll bring some stuff for her to choose from. I even have a new pair of panties I'll donate to the cause." "Thanks, Kim. Would you like to go shopping with us? I'm sure we could use your help." "Let me answer that after breakfast, Ok?" "Sure. It's getting late and it's been a long day. See you both in the morning." Fifteen minutes later we were in bed. Sarah took matters firmly in hand and as my attention became focused she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of me as she could fit in her mouth. My shaft went into her throat and she literally fucked me with her mouth. She didn't gag at all. I'm not long enough or fat enough to break any records but no one has ever looked, pointed and laughed. Seven and a half inches. The urge to spin her around so I could eat her beautiful pussy was strong but I thought I should hold off until we had the medical results back. I did turn her some, so I could reach her puss. My fingers slid into her easily. She was tight and so wet that two fingers slid right in. I pumped in and out and she responded with more enthusiasm. The pressure built and blew, giving her a mouth and throat full of my stuff. Not a drop escaped. She swallowed it all. Sarah held me in her mouth until I was limp and I said, "Please get on your back, Sarah." She did and opened her legs for me. I plunged my fingers back in and fucked her good with them, using the thumb of my other hand to stroke her clit. She held the sheets with her hands and arched as her arousal got close. "Master, may I cum?" She asked as her eyes begged. "Please Pete, may I cum for you?" "Are you ready?" "Oh yes!" Her body was shaking and she was working hard not to cum until I gave permission. "Cum now, Sarah. Cum now!" Her head tilted back. Her back arched hard and up so her head, shoulders and feet were on the bed and nothing else. I kept up my thumb strokes and finger penetrations. I stopped when I could see her juices had run all the way to my elbow. She collapsed, took a few breaths to calm herself and said, "Thank you, Pete. Thank you." She looked at me and saw how wet my arm was. "Pete, may I get a cloth and clean you or would you like me to use my mouth?" "A cloth, please. Then we will sleep." She brought two cloths. One wet to wash me and one dry to dry me. I loved watching her move around our bedroom naked. I remembered how Carol had been uncomfortable being nude anywhere except in bed. She always had a robe close at hand. I preferred the look of Sarah. "Pete, if I need to pee during the night should I wake you?" "No. You are a Mistress, remember? You do not need permission. And use the master bathroom toilet. It's also your bathroom. It just takes too long to say the master and mistress's bathroom." She spooned back against me and my hand naturally went to and held her tit. I remembered what Dad once said, "Anything more than a hand full is wasted." Sarah had no wasted. Sleep must have been good. The sun was up and Sarah was in the kitchen when I woke up. "Hey!" I called out. She flew into the room naked and jumped on me, landing with a leg on either side of my hips. "Yes, Pete? Good morning and how may I serve you this morning?" I held her face in my hands and brought our mouths together. The kiss brought me fully awake and hard. There was a sheet between my cock and her pussy. "Oh you feel good this morning. May I help you cum?" "Please do." She stayed on top of me and the sheet. She slid back and forth along my shaft, rubbing her pussy along the shaft with no fear that I would pop into her. She pinched my nipples and made wonderful noises as she rode me. I arched up and was ready to let go a load when she jumped off, pulled the sheet aside and engulfed my cock with her hand and mouth. I was beyond thought and flipped her onto her back and drove my cock into her mouth. She sucked hard and I came. When I came I bellowed and she moaned. It took just a minute for me to soften and be cleaned by Sarah. She jumped back up and scampered back into the kitchen. None of the breakfast had been burnt. Amazing. I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. Heading for the kitchen I heard the doorbell. I turned left to the door instead of right into the kitchen. I let Kim and Phil in. Phil carried a big bag that I assumed held clothes. When the door closed I said, "Do you want to meet Sarah now or when she has clothes to wear?" "Phil said, "Now!" Kim shot him a look. Every man who has been in relationship with a woman knows that look. I said, "Then you need to strip. I won't have her be the only one naked." I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up and off. Both Kim and Phil followed suit. I had never seen Kim naked and when she pulled off the t-shirt she had on I got my first look at her tits. They were the same size as Sarah's with slightly different areola and nipples. Kim's were elongated areola and tiny nipples. Sarah's areola were quarter sized and round. Her nipple was like a fat eraser from a pencil. Fat and long. Maybe half an inch in diameter and three quarters of an inch long. And, Sarah only had one. Both Sarah and Kim were shaved. All three of us stood together in the living room naked. I called out, "Sarah, Phil and Kim are here. Please come meet them." She ran out of the kitchen and stopped when she saw us waiting for her. She looked at me and said, "Shall I shut off the eggs?" "No. Just a quick hello and then let's have breakfast. Hugs all round and let's eat." She hugged me first, then Phil, then Kim. Phil started to react and Kim noticed. Sarah was gone, back into the kitchen. The table was set and a towel was folded on all four chairs. Phil started to sit. Kim headed for the kitchen to help. I followed Kim. With all three of us carrying it only took one trip and breakfast was on. After the first bite Kim said, "Is it Ok to ask questions, now?" "Yes." I said. "What happened to your breast?" Kim asked. Sarah looked at me. "The answer to that is a ways into our story. Let me tell the story, then I'll answer any questions we can answer." "Ok. Go." Phil said. "I must have your promises, both of you, that what is said here never gets repeated. Ever. Do I have your promise?" They both said yes. The news report of a young woman killed near Gold Lake was a report about Sarah. Her ex tried to kill her. I saved her from being lunch to a cougar. He had tied Sarah to a table and cut her. I assume the smell of blood attracted the cougar. I don't know that for sure but it seems logical." When I took a breath Kim said, "He cut her breast to make her bleed and attract an animal?" "No. Sarah had a ring in her nipple that he put there. He wanted it back so he cut her nipple off to get it back." "Shit!" Kim said as she held her own tits. Since I found her and she had no one else and no where to go I brought her home. I promised the police I would protect her. On our way home we talked and started a relationship. "That explains why she had no clothes. When he took her out there he stripped her and left her to die. Why did he do that, Sarah?" Sarah looked at me. Her rules wouldn't let her answer unless I gave permission. I answered, "She burnt his dinner three times." "You're serious?" Kim was ready to get up and do some harm. "Yes. Now, the reason we don't want you to tell anyone who Sarah is, is because for her protection it works best if she died in the forest and the evidence convicts him. The police know he killed three other women. The rest of the story is this: Sarah has no past. No ID, no memories of where she grew up, no parents or relatives. We need to invent her as a person. Till we have a good, logical story, that won't get people looking into it at all we don't talk about the past." Kim kept looking at Sarah. "Does she talk?" I nodded and Sarah said, "Yes, I talk." "Good. Now that I understand a little I want you to know I want to be your friend. This is a strange situation, but you're very lucky. You were found by Pete. He's a good guy." "Thank you, Kim." I said, "Sarah, it looks like we're done eating. Leave the clean up for the boys. You and Kim go to the master bedroom and see which clothes fit best for today. Wear them and we'll get dressed and go shopping. Ok?" "Ok, Pete. Thank you for doing the clean up." Kim took the bag, her own clothes, Sarah and they left us. When we got the dirty dishes in the kitchen Phil said, "She's beautiful. There's something very attractive about her, beyond her looks." "Kim is beautiful too. I'd never seen her uncovered before and they share a something undefined that adds to their physical beauty. I think Sarah is going to be my woman for the rest of my life." "People are going to ask questions. Better have some good answers." "Right. Like where did you meet?" "What is your answer?" "I'm not sure yet." Kim and Sarah came into the kitchen. Sarah had on a denim skirt, a blue tank top and a denim shirt, unbuttoned over that. The outfit went well with her boots. Kim had on jeans, a green tank top and button front shirt over that. "Sarah has never worn pants, so I'm wearing them. I asked why she had never worn pants, Pete. Do you know what she told me?" "I can guess, but Sarah tell me what you told Kim." "Sluts don't wear pants because that would block access to her pussy." Phil looked shocked. Kim was upset. "Her answer doesn't surprise me. There is more to her truth than we told you. Sarah was brought up as a sex slave. She has never known anything else all her life. She had three jobs in life. Cook, clean and fuck. Living in a world like that it makes sense that she never wore pants. She was raised and lived in a world where if she got food she was expected to have sex with someone as a way of thanking them for the food." "You don't plan to treat her like that, do you?" Phil asked, an angry edge to his voice. "No. But, I also have to respect that for twenty-five years she lived in that culture. It will take some time to acclimate to our world." "Damn." I put my arm around Sarah. "Honey, there is nothing wrong with you. You just don't live in that world any more. Ok?" "I understand, I think. When you ask me Ok? You are asking if I understand." "Yes. Ready to go shopping?" "If you say so, yes, Pete, I'm ready." We loaded Kim, Sarah and I in my car. Phil begged out of a shopping trip and drove home. We drove to a huge mall and I held Sarah's hand and Kim held her other hand as we went shopping. Two hours later we loaded our treasures into the trunk of my car. Sarah had clothes. She also had feminine supplies. We took all that home and unloaded. Sarah changed into clothes that were hers and bagged the clothes Kim had loaned her. We got back in the car and went to get sheets, towels as such. Kim was a big help. Sarah's education had not included coordinating colors or fabrics. Kim picked out curtains for our windows that would limit people seeing into our house. Sarah told her that she was used to being naked most of the time. Kim bought curtains in layers for good looks and privacy. We took Kim home and Kim kissed me good-bye. When she turned to kiss Sarah good-bye Sarah looked at me. I nodded and Sarah kissed Kim like a lover. Kim was surprised and when the kiss ended Kim said, "Sarah are you bi?" "I don't know. Did I do something wrong?" "That kiss was much more than a friendly kiss. It was an invitation for sex." "I am sorry. I don't know another way to kiss." Kim kissed her and said, "Can you kiss like that?" "Yes, Kim." "Kiss me like that." Sarah returned the kiss just as it had been given. "That is how friends say good bye. Very good, Sarah. You learn quickly." "Thank you for teaching me, Kim. Are we friends?" "Yes. Sarah, we are friends." Carefully Sarah said, "Thank you Kim for being my friend and helping me. I hope I see you again soon." Then she kissed Kim again and returned to my side. Kim smiled at both of us and went into her home. As we walked back to the car Sarah said, "There is so much to learn. I made lots of mistakes today. Are you angry with me, Pete?" "No. I understand this is tough." "Are you disappointed with me, Pete?" "No, I'm proud of you. You did really well today." We went home and worked together to install the curtains, wash and dry the new sheets and put them on the bed, load the new towels in the bathroom. We discovered that Sarah needed a chest of drawers more than a closet. She had a big closet she could use as hers alone and half of the closet in the master bedroom as well but no chest of drawers. We decided to look for one on Monday after I got home from work. Rather than have Sarah cook dinner, I had Chinese delivered. She loved the three dishes I picked and asked how she could learn to cook those things. I didn't know so I wrote a note to myself to find out. We talked about how the week would go. She would stay home while I was at work. If someone came to the door she was not to answer. If the phone rang she was not to answer until after the answering machine answered, and then only if she recognized my voice and I said, "Sarah, answer the phone." For safety reasons she was not to go in the front yard. She could go in the back yard and the garage. I showed her how to operate the garage door and how to lock the house from both the inside and outside. She showed me, after I showed her, where I kept the spare key so she could get back in if she locked herself out. I told her my phone number and that she could call me if there was an emergency. She looked at me like I was crazy. Finding Sarah "Pete, I have seen you use the phone. I even heard Kim's voice while I was in your lap last night. I have never used a phone. Phones were not for people like me. I cook, clean and fuck. No phone needed." "Here." I handed her the cordless phone. I showed her how it worked and told her to call a number. I gave her the number. She called it. Kim answered. Sarah got so excited she didn't talk. She hit the end button and hung up. I called Kim back and explained. She had me have Sarah call her again. That time they talked. They even made a date for lunch. Sarah asked me if it was Ok. I said yes. I trusted Kim to help me protect Sarah. I made a chart of how every day of the week would be. When I was at work, when I would be home, when we would go shopping for food. Sarah said we needed to go on Tuesday. By ten we were clean and in bed. Sarah used her hands, feet and mouth to get me off. I used my hands and cock to get her off, without fucking. The alarm woke me up. Sarah came from the kitchen, sucked my morning hard on until I popped, led me into the shower and washed me completely. She shaved me. She shut off the water and dried me. By the time I was dressed my breakfast was on the table. No more drive through breakfasts for me. I kissed her good-bye and then didn't want to go. I went anyway. On Wednesday I weighed myself and discovered I was up five pounds. I added a walk in the evenings for us. She met me when I came home on Thursday evening dressed for our walk. Jeans and a shirt were on our bed waiting for me to change for our walk. On Friday night Kim and Phil came over for dinner. Sarah made lasagna and a salad. It was better than any I had ever had in an Italian restaurant. Phil invited us to their house for the next Friday night. We worked on the house on the weekend. We planted herbs in the back yard. We got the chest of drawers we needed and Sarah loaded her stuff into it. I showed Sarah how to do laundry and laughed when I saw that the only things of Sarah's in the laundry were the skirt and blouse she had worn when we went to dinner and grocery shopping. No panties and no bras. We were getting into a pattern. Then the pattern changed. I came home on Monday night and Sarah was nude. Nothing new about that. She took me by the hand and led me to the answering machine. As I hit the play button Sarah began unbuttoning my shirt. The voice came on, "This is Detective Jimenez in Bassetts. I'll be sending you a copy of the lab results on Jane Doe in snail mail but thought you might want them by phone. She had no diseases, was not pregnant, and all the other tests show that she was healthy. No liver problems, no diabetes, cholesterol was good, everything. She would have lived a long and healthy life if Mr. Bill Thomas hadn't killed her. By the way, he took a plea and got life without parole rather than the needle. The case file is now closed and will be in the archives tomorrow. Have a good life." The machine cut off. I was naked and hard. "Why am I naked, Sarah?" "Sarah Forest has no worries. Sarah Forest can fuck you, if that would please you." Sarah's smile was lecherous. Mine probably was too. She gathered all my clothes and then led me into the bedroom. The linens were off the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet and pillows on the bed. On the night stand I saw a tube of KY, on a chair near the bed, two towels. Soft music played. The room smelled like a forest, pine and cedar. "Mr. Pete, I don't know if you have ever fucked a forest before but this Forest would love to be fucked by you." I recognized that this was the first time I had heard Sarah voice a desire, a choice, a want. I wanted to fuck a Forest! Sarah Forest. "I want to do more than fuck a Forest. I came home from work very hungry. So, before I fuck a Forest I'm going to eat a Forest!" I helped her lie on the bed and I put myself next to her. I kissed my way down her body enjoying all of her and not needing to detour this time. My tongue slid between her swollen labia and tasted her nectar for the first time. It was an instant addiction. I wanted all of it and her that I could get. She lifted her legs and tucked them behind her shoulders. Her pussy was wide open and filling with her own juices. I wanted a straw. I licked her and she moaned. I sucked her labia and she bucked and said, "Oh sweet Jesus! That is soooo good!" My tongue moved up and touched her clit. Her hands pulled her pussy even wider open. I lifted my head and said, "Do not cum! Ok?" "Yes, Pete. I will not cum!" My tongue swirled around her clit. My lips encircled it and I sucked in pulses. "Pete, I'm close. May I cum?" "No!" My finger gathered juice from her opening and spread it on her ass pucker. Her hips jumped and her belly quivered. "Please Pete! Please! May I cum?" I left her pussy and knelt at her opening, my cock resting against her. "I am going to enter you, Sarah. When I hit bottom the third time you may cum." I slowly pushed into her. I did not believe I would last three strokes. She was milking me with her muscles. She was tight! She was thrusting up to my down. I hit bottom and suddenly pulled all the way out. "Oh! Pete, please!" I slammed in. The slamming home moved her two inches on the bed. "Two! Thank you Pete. Thank you for fucking your slut! I love being your slut." I pulled back slowly feeing her sucking me back in with the muscles of her pussy. As soon as I was so far out that I was just touching her lips I shoved back in and came. She screamed and came with me. I ground against her pussy and she screamed again. I felt our combined juices flowing down onto my balls. I reached over and got one of the towels and shoved it under her ass to catch our overflow. Sarah's body was twitching and shaking. "Please, Pete. May I have your cock to clean?" I pulled slowly back out of her and straddled her contorted body, offering her my wet cock. Her mouth opened and sucked me in. I went in deep, then pulled back. I flipped around and drove my cock back in her mouth as I bent my face to her open pussy. Her nectar mixed with my seed. I drank and sucked all I could get. She came and came again. My cock was still hard and deep in her throat. Her hands held my hips and helped me go deep into her mouth. I knew that most women would be gagging from the mouth fucking she was getting but she didn't gag once. I rolled us over so Sarah was on top of me and my face was flooded with her juices. She still had me in her throat and I was as deep in her pussy as my tongue would go. Our noises were muffled and filled with juices. Every sound, every taste, every feeling added to my arousal and I felt my balls tighten farther and my cum shot into her mouth and throat. I collapsed, rolled on my side and Sarah untangled herself to lie beside me. "Pete, Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." "Sarah, Thank you. You're incredible!" It was a while before we thought of getting up, eating, doing anything but attempting to fuck each other to death. When we did get up Sarah provided a great dinner and we talked about plans. I wanted to take her with me hiking in the mountains. I had never asked anyone to go with me before. None of the women I had dated or been with had seemed the type to enjoy hiking, backpacking, or roughing it. With Sarah it just felt differently. When I asked if she had ever been hiking she said yes. From the time she was old enough to bleed she had gone hiking so her Master could enjoy fucking her outdoors. Being practical, she mentioned that she had no equipment other than her boots. Thursday after work we went shopping and fitted her with a backpack. We got two zip-together sleeping bags as well. The other equipment, I already had. We got the neighbors to watch our backs, gave them a map of our route and Friday night after work we went hiking. I picked a trail I had done before, not too hard, but challenging in spots. I wanted to see how Sarah would do. She wore a denim skirt, a jog bra and an over shirt. In her pack she had sweat pants and a jacket, for the evening when it really cooled off. She also carried food for Friday night and Saturday morning. I carried the food for the rest of the weekend. When we neared the spot I had picked in my mind for us to camp for the night there were two tents set up. The two couples were starting their fire and we said hello and kept going. Half a mile farther we stopped and set up our camp. We didn't bring a tent. If I wanted to sleep indoors I could stay home. Sarah cleared a spot for our ground cloth and then she rigged up a rain fly. She did it well. It could be out of the way until needed and would only take ten seconds to protect us from rain. I was impressed. I got our fire going and I made dinner. Sarah watched me cook and gave me some spices and things to add to my basic dinner. They were welcome additions. Dinner was quite good. "Pete, did you notice that I didn't wear panties?" "No, but you told me you only wear them when you're having a period, so I just assumed you were bare." "Please, Pete, may I beg for what I need?" "Tell me what you need, Sarah. Perhaps begging later, but now just tell me." "I have not been punished in a long time. I love how tender and caring you are with me... and I need a little pain to go with all the pleasure." "I have been doing some reading about that. My life training has me wanting to avoid causing you any pain. Your training has you crave it. I brought you out here to have the privacy to experiment on this aspect of our relationship. In my reading I found that people have safe words. Did you have them with Bill?" "No. I know about them, but he said I was not allowed to have them." "I want you to have them. The ones I read about that make sense to me are red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for go." "I will remember them, Pete." "For the rest of our weekend trip I am Master." "Yes, Master." "In my pack is a red nylon bag. Get it for me." "Yes, Master." She opened my pack and quickly found the bag. She didn't know what it contained. It contained things I had purchased at an adult store, toys for her pain and hopefully, our pleasure. She knelt in front of me and held the bag out to me. I didn't take it. "Hold it with your teeth and strip." There was no hesitation. She took off the skirt and then the over shirt, the jog bra. Without taking the bag from her mouth she asked, "Boots off too, Master?" I nodded. They came off too. She looked so good to me in the light from our fire. Her breast had healed nicely and I knew the nerves were still quite sensitive. Pointing to our bed I said, "Sit." "Open the bag, reach in and bring out one toy." She opened the bag and reached in with one hand. She smiled when she realized what she had found in the bag. She brought it out. A butt plug. "Tell me about the toy you picked." "Yes, Master. This is a butt plug. It gets shoved into my ass, stretching it and filling me. If it is well lubed and shoved slowly it can be inserted with minimal pain. If shoved in dry, I will tear, bleed and it will hurt for days, even after it is removed." "What is used to lube it, should I choose to lube it?" "My own pussy juices, KY, lard, cooking oil, Vaseline, sunscreen, anything slippery, Master." "Feel in the bag for something to use as lube. If you find it bring it out." She found a tube of KY. "Lube the plug, please." She applied a liberal amount on the plug. "May I speak, Master?" "Yes." "This may get quite messy. I would recommend a towel be used to minimize the mess." "Get a towel from my pack. First give me the plug." "Assume a position that makes it easy for me to insert the plug in your ass." "Yes, Master." She put herself face down on our sleeping bags, ass up in the air and her knees spread wider than shoulder width. Her arms spread wide out from her body. I touched the plug to her ass opening and it opened. Not wide but enough for me to insert the first half an inch of the plug. It was yellow and made a stark contrast even in the dim light to the tanned cheeks of her ass. I pushed steadily and increasingly harder as the plug widened her ass hole and went deeper. Sarah moaned. I remembered something I had read. I slapped her ass hard with my hand. "Did I give permission for you to make noises?" "No Master. I am sorry, Master." I slapped her again and as my hand hit her my other had shoved hard and the plug seated itself completely. She moaned again and the apologized. My hand slapped her ass ten times more, five on each cheek. She thanked me for each hit. My hand tingled and was hot by hit ten. "Are you wet, Slut?" "Yes, Master. Thank you Master." "Do not cum. Wipe off the extra lube with the towel and sit on the towel." She moved, did as I asked and waited for whatever was next. "How does that feel, Sarah?" "Delicious, Master." "Reach in the bag and find another toy, please." She reached in and brought out a nipple clamp. "Put it on." She pulled on her nipple three times, waited a few seconds as it filled with blood and became swollen, then she put the clamp around her nipple and tightened the screw. She looked at my face the entire time. When she was sure the clamp wouldn't fall off she stopped tightening and let go. I reached out and tightened the screw half a turn. "Tell me how that feels, slut!" "The pain runs from my nipple down into my pussy. My juices are soaking the towel and I am feeling an orgasm building. Thank you, Master." "Lie on your back." When she was on her back I stood and undressed. I straddled her shoulders and fed my cock into her mouth. She opened and took it all. I stroked in and out of her mouth a few times. Her tongue worked my shaft and her suction was incredible. I pulled out. "Thank you Master." As quickly as I could I turned so I faced her body with her head between my legs and I fed my cock back into her mouth. I fucked in and out, slowly. At the bottom of each stroke I slapped her pussy. After the first three slaps I said, "Spread your slut legs wider, bitch." Her legs were so spread that her legs formed a straight line between her feet. I slapped harder. It was the sound of slapping wet skin. She sucked harder, attempting to lift her head to get more of my cock inside her mouth and throat. I slapped harder and faster. Her belly began quivering and I saw spasms of contractions. She was about to cum from being treated harshly! More amazing, so was I. I pulled out of her mouth and she said, "Thank you Master. May I cum?" "Not yet." I positioned myself between her legs, lifted her legs and had her hold them. My cock lined up and plunged into her. I pulled back, all the way out and I slapped her open pussy. "Count the slaps, slut. At twenty you may cum!" "Yes, Master. That was one, Master. Thank you." All the way in and all the way out. Slap! "Two Master, Thank you." By twelve I didn't know if I could hold back until twenty. Sarah's eyes were wide open and she looked at my face all the time. All the way in and all the way out. Slap! "Eighteen Master, Thank you." "Whose slut are you, Sarah?" "I am your slut, Master Pete. I am yours. Thank you." All the way in and all the way out. Slap! "Nineteen! Master, Thank you." All the way in and I came! At the first pulse into her I slapped her and said, "I love you, Sarah." "Twenty, Master! I'm cumming for you!" Her body shook and arched beneath me. I continued to fill her with my seed. As I stopped I stayed inside her. She rested her hands on my arms, not holding me but touching me gently. When I started to pull back and out of her Sarah asked, "Master, may I clean you?" I rolled to her side and said "Yes." She moved to be able to lick me clean and positioned the towel to catch whatever dripped from her. I removed the nipple clamp from her breast. When I was clean she moved beside me and lay still. "Master, may I ask a question?" "No. I will answer without you asking. Yes, Sarah I love you. No, Sarah I didn't just say it because you're a great fuck. I love you." "Master Pete, I love you too." We got inside the sleeping bags and fell asleep. In the morning I was awakened by Sarah's mouth and hands. As I filled her mouth I noticed a flash of yellow in the sunlight. I had forgotten to remove the butt plug! Was that wrong? Dangerous? Stupid? "Sarah, I left the butt plug in you all night!" "Yes! Pete. Every time I woke I was reminded that you put it there. Every time I moved I felt it there. My ass is yours. My body is yours. I feel so loved and cared for." "So, leaving it in for so long is not going to damage you?" "No, Master. I have worn a plug for as long as four days and while it was painful and uncomfortable it caused no damage." "I'm glad. I love how it looks. In fact, I would like it if you made breakfast for us wearing just the butt plug." "Yes, Master. Just the plug or may I also wear boots? Should I make coffee first?" "Good idea. Yes, boots and then coffee." She got up and went to the packs. They were hung from the branch of a tree, high enough that for a bear to reach them he would need to reach fifteen feet in the air. She untied the rope and lowered the packs, got our breakfast and the coffee, and pulled the packs back up. She got the small coffee pot and walked the fifty yards to the stream for water. As she walked back to our camp she met the two couples we had passed the night before. Hiding wouldn't work and covering up would be too late so Sarah just kept walking back to our camp. The lead man said, "Good Morning!" Sarah responded, "Good Morning!" and continued with her task. I stood up and said, "We trust you all slept well last night. In a few minutes we'll have coffee. Would you like some?" One of the two women said, "Do you camp in the nude?" "We sleep nude and just got up. We will dress before we hit the trail. If our nudity bothers you we can dress now." "It does, a little. I'd be more comfortable if you dressed. Thank you." The other woman, a bit older than the one who spoke first said, "And I'd love some coffee. Seems someone in our group forgot to bring any." "Then pull up a rock and sit down. Sarah was about to start the coffee and then breakfast. I'm sorry but we didn't bring enough to share breakfast with you, unless it is an emergency." Sarah had only spoken the once when she said Good Morning. She had pulled on her skirt and a jog bra and was busy making our breakfast. When the coffee was hot she poured me a cup and brought it to me. She poured a cup for each of the others and then what was left she poured in her cup. Her skirt was short and every time she bent both her ass and puss were exposed. The bright yellow butt plug couldn't be missed. She behaved as though nothing was out of the ordinary. When she dished my eggs and potatoes into my mess kit the younger woman said, "Excuse me, if this is wrong to ask, but what is the bright yellow thing?" I answered, "It's called a butt plug. A sex toy. It makes the wearer constantly aware that it is there. Sarah can do whatever she needs to do and still be aware that I put that plug in her, to stimulate her." "I would never..." The woman said. "And, that is up to you. I remember being twelve when someone explained French Kissing to me. I thought that was gross and disgusting too, right up to the moment when Sherry Snyder and I French kissed. Ever since then I've been reluctant to judge what I haven't done." "Does it hurt, Sarah?" She looked at me. I nodded permission and she said, "No. It is a little uncomfortable when it goes in and later when it comes out, but while it's in it feels like Pete has his cock in my ass. I like the feeling of being full back there and since Pete put it there it is easy for me to feel it is Pete filling my ass." Finding Sarah "Oh my God. It isn't even nine in the morning and I've learned something new. I never knew anyone liked being done in the ass. I never heard of a butt plug. I've got a lot to think about." The four finished their coffee and headed down the trail. They would be ahead of us on the same trail. We ate breakfast and cleaned up. I asked Sarah how she felt about wearing the butt plug. She needed to remove it long enough to evacuate her bowels and then she wanted it back in. "I meant what I said about feeling you in my ass all the time. It's worth the discomfort to feel it there." I pulled it out and she went off the trail a ways to take care of business. While she was gone I washed it in hot water and soap, then relubed it. When she came back I put the plug back in. At one in the afternoon we caught up to the four. They had made lunch and had enough to share. We joined them. When we sat to eat the younger woman saw Sarah wasn't wearing panties. "I'm Bobbi, by the way. I think I forgot to introduce myself this morning. Maybe it's me but I was shocked seeing both of you naked and then seeing a butt plug. Can I ask another question?" "Sure." I said. "Sarah isn't wearing panties. She isn't hiding her body from us. Why?" "Sarah, would you like to answer?" "I would feel more comfortable if you answered, Pete, but if you want I will answer." "I'll answer, if you want to add something please do. Sarah doesn't wear panties most of the time and for some reasons we think are quite good. Panties trap moisture in the tissues of her pussy and that is like creating a breeding ground for bacteria, yeast and other problems. Reason number two, I am her lover and she doesn't want to limit her availability to me. Reason number three, it feels good to feel the breeze. As for why she doesn't hide her body from you, you've all seen her naked. Why hide something you've already seen? She assumes you've all seen a pussy before." "That makes good sense and it still seems weird." Bobbi said. "Weird means you aren't used to it. Neither was I when we met. There is something to be said for Sarah's different ways of thinking. She getting me to reevaluate a lot of my own thinking." We thanked them for lunch and helped clean up and get back on the trail. We hiked with them for half a mile and took a side trail. They talked as they hiked. Years of hiking alone had taught me that I needed to be focused on my surroundings and being quiet helped. Sarah was a perfect hiking companion. She hiked quietly. She walked so softly that often I couldn't hear her at all. We paused and sat quietly, drinking in the forest sounds and sights. She often pointed to things I had not seen. When we sat, we touched. Late in the afternoon we stopped and made camp. Sarah picked the spot. Level, between three trees we could tie our rain fly to, and near a stream. Not far from our spot we found an overlook that gave us a view down a valley at least twenty miles long. At the far end a small town was tucked up a little ways up the side of the valley. As it got dark we watched and saw the lights of the town come on. When it was fully dark we watched the lights of a vehicle leave the town and drive the length of the valley to disappear as it turned and went into a different valley. Dinner was boiled in a bag and shared. We cleaned up and went to bed so we could enjoy watching the stars and clouds. The moon was full. "Nick, I am happy." "I'm glad." "I've heard the word from time to time but I never knew what it felt like until recently. You actually care for me. You saved my life. You treat me like what I think and feel matter. I now know that happy is how you feel when you can't imagine it being any better." "That's how you feel right now?" "Yes." "It can get better. It's going to. See those clouds? They mean we'll need the rain fly. It's going to rain. I love being out here when it rains." "I love being with you when you love being out here." We got the fly strung up and us under it. Sarah took two plastic bags and put our boots and socks in the bags. We stripped and sat on the sleeping bags as the rain started. The drops made a pattering sound on the plastic over our heads. The water collected on the fly and dripped off the low end and flowed away from us. I kissed Sarah and she molded her body to mine. Lightning flashed five seconds away from us. We both saw the flash and counted seconds until we heard the thunder. We kissed again. The rain came down harder. The trees sheltered us from the light wind blowing the rain around. We crawled into the sleeping bags and dozed between lightning strikes. One strike was close enough that the thunder hit as the flash was still illuminating our faces. Seconds later we smelled the burnt air ozone smell. The storm moved down the valley and left us. We stayed in the sleeping bags and slept. As we slept I had a dream. When I woke up I thought about the dream and the story for Sarah came from that dream. All the way home I kept working on the details of the story. I called Kim from my car and asked them to meet us at home that evening. Kim said she would bring food. When we ate together I said, "I want you to know about Sarah. She was born into a cult. In the cult the women all had sex with whoever wanted sex and therefore no one knew who fathered any of the children. The girls were taught only the practical jobs they would do all their lives. Sarah was taught to cook and clean. They were kept isolated from the world. I found her wandering and dazed after an accident where the people she was traveling with were killed. She has been with me ever since." "Where are the other cult members?" "Sarah doesn't know where she was coming from or going to. No one claimed the bodies of the people killed in the accident. The van wasn't registered or listed as stolen." "Did she have any identification?" "None. Her fingerprints didn't generate any links to anyone." "I think you've done it. Wait, was there such an accident?" "I doubt it. We just won't say where I found her. We'll go to a county clerk somewhere and see about creating an identity for her. She was born in the boonies and never had a birth certificate. Now her parents are dead and she found her way to me. There must be a way to create someone." Three months later I showed Sarah a birth certificate for Sarah Forest. She was born on the eleventh of November 1983 in Oneida County Idaho. Her parent's names were listed as Allen Forest and Aspen Forest. I had found a relative of mine who worked at the county courthouse in Oneida County. She helped me get the birth certificate. My only regret is that my Dad never got to meet Sarah and Sarah never got to meet my Dad. She has adapted to life other than as a full-time slave. I've adapted to having her devoted to me. We still make adjustments to make sure she feels loved, cared for and protected. Just yesterday she brought me the yellow butt plug and told me something she had done that she needed to be punished for. Our life may not be what the white-bread world thinks is best, but I like a lot of other things besides white bread. Like loving a Forest.