Chapter 17: Consummation

She awoke lying in Rebecca’s arms.

“Welcome back,” Rebecca said. Concern etched her features as Sarah shifted to look up at her face.

“It’s done?”

“Yes, you’re truly one of us, now.”

“He’ll fuck me, now?”

Rebecca laughed, jostling Sarah. Sarah cringed at the movement.

“Yes, later after you’ve recovered a little.”

“How long was I out?”

“Maybe five minutes. John and Lawrence moved you from the altar to me.”

“It fucking hurts.”

Rebecca nodded. “I told you it didn’t tickle.”

“You weren’t fucking kidding.”

“Brady will be careful with you later. Or at least he was with me, and I think he likes you a lot more than he ever liked me.”

Sarah looked down, carefully moving her breast. She couldn’t see the mark while she lay in Rebecca’s arms, but she could feel it. Lord, could she feel it. It felt like her entire left side was afire. Rebecca shifted a little.

“Everyone wants to see it. I did, too.” She held up a small mirror and angled it for Sarah.

BS within a cross in raised, very inflamed letters adorned her skin, tucked under her breast.

She truly belonged, for better or worse.

All about the chapel, naked bodies intertwined, partners changed, passion expressed. There was an air of festival, or celebration, to the love making, a sense of passionate abandonment, a sense of camaraderie.

Rebecca helped Sarah to her knees, then to her feet, carefully supporting her right side to avoid touching her left. Sarah moved slowly and deliberately back to the altar, carefully avoiding stepping on bodies in passionate embraces. She noted Uma under Stephanie, both pleasuring each other. Brady was nowhere to be seen.

Carefully, Rebecca lowered Sarah to the floor, her back propped against the altar where she’d been branded. Sarah extended her legs, flexing her toes. With a smile, Rebecca stripped off her clothes.

“I’ll be back for you later. Have fun.”

Surprisingly, Sarah wanted sex despite her discomfort. The pain from the branding somehow stoked the flames of her deep arousal. The double dose of S coursed unabated through her system. Unselfconsciously, she stroked her sex and breasts idly with her fingers even as Rebecca bounced off the altar to find partners.

She waited, watching pairings change below. Occasionally, she spotted Rebecca lying with various partners, climaxing. Sometimes, Rebecca would check on her, mostly Sarah simply waved if she caught Rebecca’s gaze. Her left side burned and throbbed. Her fingers continued to stroke her own skin, but carefully avoided the fresh brand.