Lady Ariel replied, as always her voice sensuously deferential but far from the obsequiousness Sharon would normally associate with a slave. “Whatever you desire milady, but perhaps with her colouring a brand would suit, and not take attention away from her hair.”
“Why yes, that hair does show much promise even after the rigours of the desert, a brand it is.”
Sharon gulped, while to compliments on her hair made her quite proud the thought of branding irons made her visibly pale, so much so that Lady Arial came to sooth Sharon as the young Duchess was presented with the heated implement.
“Do not fret so Sharon, I have a balm to remove the pain, and once everything is finished healing paste to sooth the flesh, so you will barely feel a thing. Milady is kind to her girls, and even her punishments have a certain…satisfaction to them.”
Taking her charge firmly in hand, the raven locked beauty applied a pungent paste from a small stone jar to Sharon’s pubis with a soft brush. Her measured, gentle strokes left the flesh with a slight pins and needles sensation. Soon slaves led Sharon to an elegantly carved stone bench and told her to recline. Spread out on the bench, her head and buttocks jutting over the ends, Sharon’s hips were held down by two girls, while Lady Ariel crouched by her head, holding her hands and making soothing noises as she gently kissed Sharon’s brow.
The Duchess applied the heated iron with great care and all Sharon felt was a sharp sting, though the branding iron made a terrifying sizzling noise as it was applied. The sting faded to a dull ache as Sharon was helped up, still feeling apprehension about what was to follow, but unable to muster the courage to do anything about it. The behaviour of the slave girls, willing participants rather than cringing wretches had Sharon quite in awe of the strange white haired Duchess who could hold these girls so in her sway, and now had her name branded on Sharon’s flesh.
The realisation that she was now someone’s property, with no way of turning back worried Sharon, who had always had a fairly independent spirit, but it seemed fate was against her in this one. It was certainly too late to worry about now, as she found herself seated on the bench while the Duchess examined a selection of tools on a wall over a small cabinet of dark polished wood.
“Er…so what happens now?”
Lady Ariel looked down at Sharon with an amused smile. “Now, you are to be…”
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