Sara's South American Adventure

Sara's South American Adventure—Part 6

Preparing for Lunch

Felicia attached the lead to Sara's collar. She motioned for Sara to get back into her red mules, had her stand, grabbed Sara's jaw and forced open her teeth in order to insert the red ball gag. She then buckled the gag behind Sara's neck and led Sara out of the Massage Room and into the lounge.

The massage had been a sensual rollercoaster for Sara. First the light touching and kneading of her sore muscles. Then the filling of her pussy with the girl's hand…her whole hand… fisting …she heard that bitch Rebecca call it. Followed by the severe spanking, the terrible tittie torture, being fucked by Rebecca with the strap-on, and having to eat Felicia's pussy. She had been so turned-off, then so turned-on, but was humiliated that she had no choice other than to submit to each of these acts with no choice of her own.

When Sara left the Massage Room, she saw some of the girls who had been outside of the shower. Most of them were clothed now. Their clothes were as rich and beautiful as the girls were physically. They seemed to be hanging around waiting for something. As Sara followed Felicia, the girls stared and pointed at Sara. Sara hobbled forward on her mules. She had been through so much today that her body trembled and because her arms were doubled up and attached to her collar, it was difficult to maintain her balance. She felt so cheap and dirty to be led around in front of these foreign girls. Being an American she was better than these other, foreign girls. Felicia was a quick strider and Sara tried to keep up with the masseuse.

Felicia opened a door off the main room. Meagan and Courtney were sitting in robes in the two chairs in the room. They were relaxed and were having manicures and pedicures. Their robes were big and fluffy and white. The two pretty girls had them belted at the waist and their feet and hands were resting on small tables and footstools and lazily stretched out for the technicians to complete their work. Courtney's and Meagan's casual sitting and being robed made Sara feel even more naked as she stood with the ball gag in her mouth and her arms attached to her collar as Felicia held her lease.

"Why look who is here, where have you been? You look rather flushed," giggled Courtney. "Did you need to aggressively relieve her 'stress', Felicia?"

Felicia smiled and then Meagan said, "Well, I am finished. Sara can sit here."

Felicia hesitated for a moment and responded, "I think we will wait until Courtney is finished to start Sara's manicure and pedicure. I also would like your opinion about the color for the nail polish and the outfit for her to wear for lunch in the Grille."

Outfit…lunch in the Grille…and Felicia and Meagan had referred to her by her actual name …not slut or whore like that horrible Rebecca. This was a turn for the better and Sara was certain that Mr. Harris had taken care of the situation. As soon as her manicure was over she would be joining Mommy and Mr. Harris and the rest of the party for lunch. And it was to be lunch in the Grille . She had heard Daddy telling Mommy how nice the airport Grille was: sort of a private club where he ate and drank at the beginning and end of his hunting trips. Sara could hardly wait for all this to be behind her.

When Courtney was finished, Felicia led Sara toward one of the chairs. Sara began to sit in it. Felicia jerked the lease hard, almost toppling Sara. "No, sit on the footstool, not the chair," ordered Felicia.

Sara carefully lowered herself on the tiny footstool. Her cute little bottom barely fit on it. Without her arms to grab the footstool or to balance her, sitting anywhere was difficult: the tiny footstool even more so. Meagan and Courtney grinned as they looked down at Sara's attempt to settle onto the footstool.

A technician took Sara's left foot and removed the high heel mule. Sara looked up at Felicia standing in front of her, holding the lease. She wanted to ask what was going on, but the ball gag prevented this. The technician took off Sara's other shoe and bent Sara's right foot back until it touched the bottom of Sara's thigh. There was a hook on the footstool and the technician attached Sara's black leather ankle restraint to the footstool. She then went to Sara's left foot and bent it back and attached it like the right. The technician unhooked Sara's wrist restraints from the collar and quickly rehooked each to the top of the respective back leg of the footstool. Sara was now perched on the tiny footstool with her feet and hands attached to the top of the legs of the footstool. This forced her knees up and spread her thighs, exposing Sara's pussy to Meagan and Courtney and to Felicia, who continued to hold the lease.

A pair of nail technicians went to work on Sara's toes. "What color should we paint her toes?' asked Felicia to Courtney and Meagan.

Meagan said, "Red…bright red."

" Red like a whore," finished Courtney.

"And her fingernails…red, also?" asked Felicia.

"Yes, with long extensions glued on," said Meagan.

Sara heard this and could not understand why she was still restrained and collared if after her manicure she was going to have lunch in the Grille. The position was uncomfortable and Sara shifted her weight to the right. She lost her balance and the technician had to stop her from tipping over the footstool. Sara had a sinking feeling that all was not as well as she had hoped.

"Maybe she needs something to hold her in place," laughed Courtney. Felicia opened her gym bag and removed a huge blood red dildo. Sara thought that the flesh colored one Rebecca had was large. This one was far bigger. It was the same color as the paint on her toes.

Still holding the leash, Felicia knelt down and placed the red monster beneath the footstool. Sara felt the tip of it push through an opening in the footstool and begin to enter her exposed pussy. The tip cleared her lips and then began to fill her pussy. The thickness was enormous. It bulled its way into Sara's young pussy. Then Meagan reached into the bag and handed Felicia a block of wood. Sara could not see what Felicia was doing with it, but the dildo kept going deeper inside her. The upward thrust stopped and Sara breathed a sigh of relief. Her pussy was filled and she could not take any more.

"What is the little lever on the side of the dildo," asked Courtney.

"This dildo is like an old-timey car jack. Once it is in place," Felicia stopped her explanation as she worked beneath the footstool, and Sara began to feel the dildo move again. "Yes, once it is in place and the dildo is properly braced on the floor, you pump the lever up and down and the head continues to climb inside: quite resourceful, actually," beamed Felicia.

As Felicia said this, Sara felt the head of the dildo lunge forward and Sara screamed into the gag. Sara could barely see Felicia kneeling on her right. Each time Felicia pumped her arm down, the head would inch forward, farther into Sara's pussy. The dildo seemed to almost raise Sara off the footstool. She tensed her thighs and rose up as far as her restraints allowed trying to relieve the pressure, but the dildo kept creeping higher and higher, exploring new depths of her pussy. The pain was intense.

Felicia finally stopped pumping and rejoined her friends and the three girls smiled sweetly down at Sara as she was now not only hooked onto the legs of the footstool by wrists and ankles, but also she was held in place by the red monster deep in her pussy.

The technicians completed Sara's toes and began gluing on the fingernail extensions. The extensions made her nails so long. She had never seen nails that long on any girls she knew. Then they began applying the red paint to them as well.

As they finished with her fingernails, one of the technicians asked Courtney to grab Sara's ponytail. Courtney wrapped her hand twice with Sara's mane and then yanked Sara's head back. The technician then asked Meagan and the other tech to spread Sara's legs even wider. One grabbed one leg at the knee and the other grabbed the other and stretched her wider still. Sara thought her pussy might split.

This pulled taut Sara's tummy and skin over her hips. The technician bent over and stirred a pot on a hotplate with a small wooden paint stick. Courtney pulled Sara's head back. Meagan and the other tech pulled her legs wide and Felicia grinned as she held the lease. Sara was immobile. Sara watched as the tech brought over the small pot and continued to stir what was in it. Sara noticed a mild floral smell emanating from the pot. The technician brought out the stick and there was a glob of goo on it. Sara had shaved her pussy before she had left on the flight. Sara was wide-eyed as the technician approached Sara and smeared the goo on Sara's mons pubis. The heat seared. Sara slammed her legs together, but the combination of the ankle restraints and Meagan and the other tech holding them open prevented her from protecting her pussy. The huge dildo allowed little movement also. With her head pulled back by Courtney, Sara was forced to watch an even larger grin creep onto Felicia's face.

The waxer kept dipping the stick into the pot and applying gobs of the goo all around Sara's pussy. Sara wished that it was allowed to cool a bit, but the woman went from pot to pussy before it could. Each time the hot wax caused Sara to scream into the gag and try to close her legs; each time Courtney pulled harder and Meagan and the other girl held tighter; and each time Felicia just smiled. Sara was humiliated that Felicia stood and nodded approvingly as the wax was smeared on Sara's pussy. Some of the paste dripped onto and down the red dildo forced inside her.

"This is a Brazilian wax treatment, named after our sister country. It is long lasting and will make you smooth as a billiard ball. We know that it is quite painful, especially if the wax is not allowed to cool. Since it is your first time and you are a pampered little American princess, we thought we would heat it more than usual and not allow it to cool in order for you to understand what to avoid in future treatments," explained Felicia. .

Then the girls with the pot applied cloth strips over the hot wax and let the wax cool and harden on Sara's skin. When the wax had cooled, the waxer pulled an initial cloth strip off in the opposite direction of Sara's hair growth. The pain was terrible. The strip was three times longer than when her eyebrows were waxed and the area was ten times more sensitive. The technician went from one strip to another and each time Sara braced for the pain and still it was horrible. After the last strip was removed, the technician moved back to Sara's pussy with tweezers and removed a number of stubborn hairs. Sara could not believe that these girls were so closely watching her pussy being waxed and holding her down and opening her wide for the waxing: Sara could hide nothing; she was totally exposed; it was most humiliating.

Finally the technician finished pulling the last hairs with the tweezers. Sara was glad it was over. The technicians unhooked her wrists and Courtney pulled her ponytail in front of Sara bending her forward. The technician then hooked Sara's wrists into the bottom of the front legs of the footstool. This bent Sara forward severely. Next the tech unhooked Sara's right ankle and then the left and lifted Sara. The red monster slid out of her pussy as Felicia removed the dildo. Then the tech pulled Sara's legs behind her and down to the bottom of the rear legs of the footstool. Sara was facing the floor with her tummy pressed against the base of the footstool. Her wrists were attached in front of her and her ankles behind her. With the footstool beneath her, it raised her ass in the air.

Sara was confused. Surely the waxing was over, but the waxer retrieved the pot once again. This time Meagan and the other tech dug their nails into Sara's bare buttocks and spread them wide exposing her ass. The waxer moved quickly and applied a large dollop on and in Sara's ass. Sara had thought that the wax on her pussy was hot, but nothing could have prepared her for this. No Tabasco or jalapeño peppers could ever burn like this. The tech applied a cloth strip to Sara's ass and then the other two girls let go of her asscheeks. Her cheeks closed around the goo in her ass. The tech continued to dip into the pot and paint Sara's ass with the goo. Once coated and the cloth applied, the waxer removed each strip, saving the one in her ass for last. As the tech moved to this last cloth piece, Felicia bent down and looked directly into Sara's eyes. Sara's eyes bugged out and her scream into the ball gag was quite audible as the tech ripped off the last strip.

"Let's get her off the footstool and get her dressed for lunch in the Grille," said Felicia.

To be continued---next episode "Lunch"