Sara's POV
contains graphic sex. read at your own risk. ;)
Where are you Papa? I miss you so much and I'm so scared. I am a scullery maid and slave of Miss Minchin now. She is very wicked and has been beating me day and night for the last three years. My body is black and blue because of her. I'm starving too. I lost my freedom three years ago and now I am losing my life. Maybe it's for the best. After all, what is there to live for after Becky died? She died a month ago from typhoid and nobody cared. Nobody even called a doctor or sent her to the hospital! Nobody cared about her, and nobody cares about me. I might as well be dead. Miss Minchin seems to want me that way. Her treatment of me has worsened dramatically since Becky's death. I now must do all the housework and cleaning by myself, and she has not fed me for over a month. And as if this weren't enough, she sends me out for no reason during blizzards. I think she hopes I will freeze to death. Then, when I come back, she flogs me for being late even though I am only ever out for a half hour. She is insane and I pity her. I also pity her sister Amelia who has been slapped many times, often for little or no reason. Emerngarde has not visited since that night a year ago when Miss Minchin caught her, Becky, and I having a party up here. I naively thought that all was better the next morning when, seemingly by magic, a huge feast was laid out on a table. The attic was marvelous then and for the next several months I enjoyed being a princess again. But then, the house across the street burned to the ground. I happened to be walking by it when it exploded in flame. I ran inside to try to save Ram Dass and the Indian Gentleman, ignoring the danger. I saw the Indian Gentleman being assisted by the father of the large family. Suddenly, as I ran over to help, another explosion occurred, causing part of the ceiling to collapse, crushing the Indian Gentleman and nearly crushing the man whom I assumed was his solicitor and lawyer. He was able to jump away, and avoided injury, or so I thought. I myself was knocked down by the force of the blast. I slowly stood back up, my head streaming blood. Everything was tilting and I could not see well. I walked over to the man. ''Are you all right?'' I asked. He shook his head. ''My leg is crushed. I cannot move it. We need to figure out where these explosions are coming from.'' I nodded and said, ''But first let me try to unpin your leg. Then I will try to immobilize it so it has a chance of healing.'' The man smiled at me and nodded. ''My name is Mr. Carmichael, by the way.'' I smiled back at him, realizing he was quite handsome. I knew he was married, but perhaps he would allow me to be his mistress. That would certainly be quite better than the hell I was living at the school. The improvements were nice, but I was still being beaten and made to work far too much for a girl my age. I would be a complete idiot if I let such an opportunity pass me by. So I came close to him and said, ''My name is Sara Crewe.'' He immediately seemed in awe and shocked at the same time as his face lit up with a smile. “Sara Crewe, daughter of Captain Ralph Crewe?” he asked. I nodded, a little frightened that this man knew my papa’s name when I had never met him before. “How do you know my name?” I asked. Mr. Carmichael replied, “My dear, the man that just died over there was a dear friend of your papa. He thought he had lost your papa’s money while he was sick with jungle fever. By the time he recovered, your papa was dead. He has been looking for you ever since.” Sara said, “I was forced to become a scullery maid when papa died and left me penniless and in debt. And you’ve been looking for me this entire time, not knowing that I was so close.” Mr. Carmichael hugged her close. “I’m so sorry about what you had to go through, Miss Crewe. I had no clue who you were, even when Ram Dass noticed the condition of your attic and my client decided to help you.” Sara stopped. “So it was him that brought all those nice things over to my attic? He was my friend?” Mr. Carmichael nodded. “Yes, my dear. If only someone had asked your name.” I smiled and said sweetly, “It is all right. I am glad to have found you. I thought for years that my papa’s friend had cheated him and then run away, but now I find that is not true at all. I am happy that it was all a misunderstanding.” Mr. Carmichael smiled back. I then added, “What is going to happen to me now that you’ve found me? I suppose I’ll have to work to pay off my papa’s debts. Shall I also remain at the school? I would prefer not to, if such a thing is possible. What you’ve done for me is nice and beyond anything I could have imagined, but Miss Minchin still mistreats me as do the pupils. I am beaten almost weekly. I am very talented at cleaning and I am very intelligent. I am skilled in cooking and mending and many other tasks. I would make a good housemaid of governess. Or,” I said, now with my mouth inches away from his with my hands on his chest. “I could do something quite different.” “Sara,” he breathed, seeming to want this as much as I did. Then we kissed. The kiss lasted several minutes. It was better than I had ever dreamed my first kiss would be. I smiled, sure that I would never have to worry about money again. I was sure he would care for me very well as his mistress. Becky and I would live in a fine townhouse in London and be fine ladies that everyone admired. I would never be a princess again, for now I would become an elegant queen with a secret lover. Carmichael gently broke the kiss and pulled back, his face flushed. “Sara, you misunderstand. Your debts are nonexistent. You never need to work again unless you choose to. And while I am flattered and quite aroused by your attempt to become my mistress, I cannot take such advantage of a lovely young lady.” I frowned. “I don’t understand. My papa lost all his money because of false diamond mines. How can my debt be nonexistent?” Mr. Carmichael replied, “The diamond mines were never false, my dear. My client only thought they were false, and the thought that he had ruined you and your papa made him ill. In truth, the diamond mines are more prosperous than anyone had ever imagined and you are heiress to all of it.” I was in shock. Then I realized that I still wanted to be this man’s mistress, despite not having to worry about money. The kiss had been enough to make me begin to fall in love with him. “If I still wanted to sleep with you, would you oblige me?” Mr. Carmichael nodded and replied, “Yes. If you wanted to sleep with me out of your own free will and not out of a perceived financial need, then I would not refuse you. In fact, if you hired me as your solicitor and advocate, we would be able to sleep together without raising suspicion. Is that what you want?” I nodded eagerly. “Touch me,” I said before kissing him again. He kissed back as his hand went under my dress and caressed my barely concealed breasts which stretched the fabric of my long outgrown dress to the breaking point. This was the same dress I had been forced to change into on my eleventh birthday three years ago. It was by now far too tight and short, which made it easy for him to put his other hand on my upper thigh, making me wet. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe at all. I had been having trouble breathing for a couple years due to my dress compressing my lungs, but this was the first time I could not catch my breath. I began to gasp desperately. Mr. Carmichael immediately noticed my distress and broke the kiss. “Sara, are you all right?” he asked, concern all over his face. “I can’t breathe,” I managed to say. Mr. Carmichael looked down and ripped the bodice of my once fine dress. I instantly was relieved and fell into his arms. “Sara, are you all right now? Should I send for the physician, my love?” I nodded. Mr. Carmichael tried to stand, forgetting that his leg was pinned by part of the collapsed ceiling. He immediately cried out in pain. “My leg may be broken,” he admitted. I immediately broke free from his arms and ran around to see if I could help. It was very heavy, but I managed to free his leg. “Don’t stand up yet. I need to assess your leg first, love.” I then gently felt along his leg. “It isn’t broken, but the circulation was cut off. I am worried that you might lose your leg. Can you feel anything?” Mr. Carmichael replied, “No. I feel nothing in my leg at all, Sara.” I decided to be mischievous and squeezed his buttocks. “Do you feel that?” I asked, grinning. Mr. Carmichael jumped in shock and then turned to me, a smile on his face. Then to my shock he spoke in German. “What was that, love? I don’t understand German,” I replied. Suddenly the door opened and a man with curly brown hair came in and said something else in German, but he sounded very much like an American. “Are you American?” I asked. He frowned as his eyes went wide. He seemed to think being an American was a crime. “How’d you guess?” he asked. I replied laughingly, “Your accent is a clear giveaway. But don’t worry, it is not a crime to be from America. I know we English have had some strife with your people in the past, but that is over now. Our two nations can be allies.” Both men began to laugh at this. “Sara, you are in Germany. Were you not aware of that? The Germans and we are in a huge world war, or at least we will soon be. For now, America is stalling. They don’t want to be involved. We are trying to save as many of Germany’s victims as possible. We are in a way acting as spies. We have infiltrated the Third Reich and are working to undo all of its atrocities.” Sara was baffled. “But I’m not in Germany, I am in England. And there is no war brewing between Germany and anyone else that I am aware of. The only war that is going on right now that is worth interest is the huge war going on in America between the north and the south. I don’t quite understand the reasoning behind the war, but hopefully some good will come to the slaves there. I am a staunch abolitionist. Slavery is wrong and barbaric. We British abandoned it nearly a century ago. Hopefully the Americans will follow suit soon.” The man who had just walked in asked, “What year is it, Sara?” I replied, “It is 1863.” The man asked, “Who is the president of the United States?” I answered, “Abraham Lincoln. I am not insane. Perhaps you two are simply from the future, or mayhap I am hallucinating from lack of oxygen to my brain. Either way, I would appreciate it if you stopped treating me like I’m crazy.” I added, “By the way, who the hell are you and what are you doing in Mr. Carrisford’s house? I have never seen you before which means you don’t live around here.” The man sighed and said, “My name is Sonny and that is my brother Tom. I’m sorry to have frightened you, but we seem to have come to a place where our two worlds have somehow melded. We shouldn’t be able to see you, nor should you be able to see us. We are in 1946 Germany. We are from New York.” I watched in fascination as Sonny walked over to Tom and kissed him. “But in my world and time, that man is not Tom but my new solicitor, Mr. Carmichael. He and I just kissed as well. This is very confusing. Do you think he can hear any of this?” Sonny replied, “He can probably hear what you’re saying, but as for me I highly doubt it. The only reason you’re seeing us at all is because you are not a normal girl, but a witch. Also, your brain must be slightly damaged. I’m assuming since you are surprised by all this that you are not psychic.” I nodded and asked, “When will this end? I am anxious to get Mr. Carmichael to a doctor for his leg. Also, I want to kiss him again.” Sonny chuckled. “Why don’t you kiss Tom and me? We’re much better than some English fop.” Normally I would be offended at such a proposition, but this time I felt surprisingly acquiescent. These men were handsome, after all, and I was still aroused. Besides, Sonny was unmarried, which presented a great opportunity. If I married him, then I could have two loves at once, which seemed exhilarating. “Take off your shirt, Sonny. I want to see what I am getting,” I sad brazenly. Sonny grinned and slowly stripped his military uniform. When he had finally stripped off his shirt and undershirt, I gasped in awe. He was extremely good looking, making me wet again. I immediately was determined to marry him. He seemed like a wealthy man from his attitude and the nice ring on his pinky. ‘Kiss me,” I breathed. He nodded and sauntered over to Tom and me. “Do you want me?’ he asked. I nodded and replied, “I want you so much that it is all I can do not to pounce on you right now.” Sonny grinned wider and said, “Go ahead, Principessa!” I stood and was lunged at him, knocking him to the floor as our mouths met. His hands roamed over my body before they found my breasts and squeezed, making me wet. Sonny laughed at my reaction and licked his lips before licking my nipple. I moaned. Tom walked over and sat beside Sonny. Then he and I kissed too. He put his hand down my panties and made circles with his fingers. Sonny began to kiss along my face. His hands were down Tom’s pants. I put my hand down Sonny’s pants with my other hand caressing Tom’s cheek. It felt very good to be in between two men. “Sonny?” I managed to ask. Sonny replied, “Yes, dolce cuore?” I said, “Will you marry me?” Sonny stopped and pulled back. He asked, “Do you honestly want to marry me?” I said, “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. I’m in a shitty situation and you seem decent enough. Besides, it would be fun to spend the rest of my life in between you and Tom.” Sonny grinned again. “If that’s the case, then my answer is yes, I will marry you.” Sonny toon off his ring. “Here, this will do for an engagement ring until I figure out how to contact you again.” I nodded and smiled as he put the ring on my finger although it was far too large. Then he kissed me, his fingers in my long dark hair. I took off my locket and gave it to him. He put it on. Suddenly, he began to fade away. “Damn it!” he cursed. I began to cry, sure I would never see either of them again. Sonny hugged me tightly. “Don’t cry. Look, I promise that no matter what it takes, I will find a way to bring you to my time.” I nodded. Soon he was no longer there at all. I looked at saw Mr. Carmichael sitting next to me, his arms around me. “What’s happened?” I asked. He looked up and grinned. “I am so glad you’re back! You were saying such strange things. And then you lunged at thin air! Are you quite all right, my dear?” I nodded and replied, “Yes. I am all right. I just had an odd wakeful dream due to my head injury.” Mr. Carmichael frowned and looked at my bleeding wound. “My dear, you need to see a doctor as soon as possible. We both do.” Ram Dass then came into the room with a man. “Mr. Carmichael, I found the doctor. Is anyone here injured? Where is Mr. Carrisford?” Carmichael replied, “He is dead, Ram Dass. Your new employer is this young lady. She is the girl we’ve been looking for, and now she has inherited all the diamond mines.” Ram Dass looked at me in surprise and then smiled and said sweetly. “Missee Sahib, I look forward to serving you.” He then gave me a salaam as the doctor approached. The doctor did not notice Mr. Carmichael’s leg at first because he saw how much I was bleeding. “Miss Crewe, you need to lie down at once to prevent any more blood loss. I fear you are in grave danger from your injury.” I tried to lie down but I suddenly collapsed. Ram Dass caught me. The doctor sighed and said, “She needs rest. Is there a place nearby where she could lie down?” Mr. Carmichael stood up despite his leg and said, “Taker her to my house. I have several guest rooms.” The doctor smiled and turned to Ram Dass. “Go get a carriage and hurry. She needs to be in bed as soon as possible. Ram Dass gave me to Mr. Carmichael and ran out the door. Mr. Carmichael smiled at me. Then, when the doctor walked outside, he kissed me. His hands were in my hair. Suddenly, as his tongue was playing with mine, Ram Dass cleared his throat. Mr. Carmichael and I both blushed hotly as we broke the kiss to see Ram Dass standing in the doorway. “Misse Sahib, the coach is ready.” Carmichael nodded and carried me outside, limping only a little. He placed me in the carriage and sat beside me. Ram Dass and the doctor got in on the other side. I fell asleep as the carriage moved, my head resting against his shoulder.
I woke up in a nice bed. At first I thought I was still in the attic. But when I looked around, I realized that this couldn’t possibly be my attic. The room was too nice and the bed was bigger than I was used to. Suddenly, as I was wondering where I was, the door opened and the man I recognized as Mr. Carmichael came in. he grinned at seeing me awake. “How are you feeling, darling?” he asked as he sat on the bed. I replied, “I feel groggy, to be honest. Am I badly hurt?” he nodded. “My dear Sara, the doctor stitched a large injury on your head. We were all very worried because we could clearly see brain matter. You are so lucky that Ram Dass was so quick. He saved your life and my leg.” I said, “Come closer.” Mr. Carmichael obeyed. Then we kissed again. “Make love to me,” I demanded. He stopped and said, “Darling, you know I would love to do that, but I worry that you are not yet well enough. What if your stitches come undone? I would never forgive myself if I caused you harm, my love.” He stroked my face as he said this. I smiled and said, “I don’t care, honey!” Then I kissed him. He grinned and kissed back. I moaned as his hands played with my breasts as he nipped at my earlobe. Then he traced the shell of my ear with his tongue. “Sara,” he murmured right into my ear, making me shiver. Then he began to suck my throat. He gently bit down and sucked hard, causing me to moan again. My hands were in his blonde hair. I could feel him hardening against my leg. I shifted so that it was pressing against my clit. He smiled as he sucked my collarbone. “You’re still too thin, Sara. That worries me,” he said. I said, “I’ll be fine now that I’m no longer working. I’ll gain weight in no time.” He smiled and then covered my breast with his mouth. As he made circles with his tongue, I ripped his shirt open. He grinned and removed it while still licking and kissing my breasts. Then he slipped my panties off. He ran his finger along my clit. I moaned in pleasure. He continued to play with my clit as he kissed down my belly. Soon his tongue made circles in my nether hair. I felt as if I was about to burst with delight. This felt so good! I spread my legs as his mouth reached my clit. His hands on my thighs, he licked and sucked me. Then he flipped over so that I was sitting on his face. He then stuck his tongue inside me as one of his hands reached up to play with my breasts. “Sara,” he moaned. I soon arched my back in orgasm. He then lay me back down and stripped his pants, revealing his painfully engorged cock. I stared at it. “What is it, Sara?” he asked, blushing a little. “I’ve never seen a naked man before,” I admitted. He smiled at me and said, “Come here, then.” I moved closer and put my hand on it. It was very warm, which intrigued me. I gently ran my hand along it, causing Mr. Carmichael to moan. I bent down and licked it, then looked up into his face. “Don’t stop,” he breathed. I knelt down and began to kiss along his cock, causing him to moan again. He moaned even louder when I began to suck on it. His hands were in my hair, gripping the back of my head. I grinned and sucked harder. He stifled a moan as I swallowed. “Sara, don’t,” he said. I stopped immediately. He then pushed me onto the bed and lay down on top of me. “this is going to hurt, and you will bleed. Are you sure about this? I do not think this is a good idea. You’re grievously injured, my love. You need rest, not blood loss. I want to make sure you are aware of the danger you are putting yourself in before we go any further.” I smiled and said, “Yes I'm sure! I've never wanted anything add much as I want this. As for the danger, I am fully aware of the risks of this. I know thus well hurt, but I cannot stop now any more than you can. So please shut up and fuck me!” he grinned and gently rubbed his dick along my clit then gently thrust into me, causing slight pain. “Are you all right, my love?” he asked. I smiled and said sweetly, “I'm fine, darling. Keep going, please.” He smiled back, seemingly delighted that I was so eager. He kissed me and began to thrust harder And faster. I moaned, immediately becoming aroused. I arched my hips to meet his. “Harder!” I demanded. He obeyed with a loud moan. Very soon he cried out as he came. Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the room. I froze, not intend what to do. Then the door opened and a little boy walked in. I could tell he was Mr.Carmichael´s son. Mr.Carmichael, who had his hands on my breasts, looked up in shock at hearing his son’s voice. “Donald, this isn't what it looks like!” I knew that was the wrong thing to say, so I said in a sweet sugary voice, “Donald, I know this is confusing, but your papa and I are just playing an adult game. Nobody is in danger and nobody is hurt.” I smiled at him. He looked at his papa and suddenly gasped and ran over. “You're hurting her! Leave her alone! She’s bleeding!” I watched as Donald pushed his papa in an attempt to protect me. I was too shocked to even think. Mr. Carmichael moved away from me. “She's fine, Donald. Just a little bleed, that's all.” Donald looked me and gasped again. “Papa, there's blood everywhere! She needs a doctor.” I looked and sawed he was right. Blood soaked the bed, and it was all over Mr. Carmichael.
I woke up in a nice bed. At first I thought I was still in the attic. But when I looked around, I realized that this couldn’t possibly be my attic. The room was too nice and the bed was bigger than I was used to. Suddenly, as I was wondering where I was, the door opened and the man I recognized as Mr. Carmichael came in. he grinned at seeing me awake. “How are you feeling, darling?” he asked as he sat on the bed. I replied, “I feel groggy, to be honest. Am I badly hurt?” he nodded. “My dear Sara, the doctor stitched a large injury on your head. We were all very worried because we could clearly see brain matter. You are so lucky that Ram Dass was so quick. He saved your life and my leg.” I said, “Come closer.” Mr. Carmichael obeyed. Then we kissed again. “Make love to me,” I demanded. He stopped and said, “Darling, you know I would love to do that, but I worry that you are not yet well enough. What if your stitches come undone? I would never forgive myself if I caused you harm, my love.” He stroked my face as he said this. I smiled and said, “I don’t care, honey!” Then I kissed him. He grinned and kissed back. I moaned as his hands played with my breasts as he nipped at my earlobe. Then he traced the shell of my ear with his tongue. “Sara,” he murmured right into my ear, making me shiver. Then he began to suck my throat. He gently bit down and sucked hard, causing me to moan again. My hands were in his blonde hair. I could feel him hardening against my leg. I shifted so that it was pressing against my clit. He smiled as he sucked my collarbone. “You’re still too thin, Sara. That worries me,” he said. I said, “I’ll be fine now that I’m no longer working. I’ll gain weight in no time.” He smiled and then covered my breast with his mouth. As he made circles with his tongue, I ripped his shirt open. He grinned and removed it while still licking and kissing my breasts. Then he slipped my panties off. He ran his finger along my clit. I moaned in pleasure. He continued to play with my clit as he kissed down my belly. Soon his tongue made circles in my nether hair. I felt as if I was about to burst with delight. This felt so good! I spread my legs as his mouth reached my clit. His hands on my thighs, he licked and sucked me. Then he flipped over so that I was sitting on his face. He then stuck his tongue inside me as one of his hands reached up to play with my breasts. “Sara,” he moaned. I soon arched my back in orgasm. He then lay me back down and stripped his pants, revealing his painfully engorged cock. I stared at it. “What is it, Sara?” he asked, blushing a little. “I’ve never seen a naked man before,” I admitted. He smiled at me and said, “Come here, then.” I moved closer and put my hand on it. It was very warm, which intrigued me. I gently ran my hand along it, causing Mr. Carmichael to moan. I bent down and licked it, then looked up into his face. “Don’t stop,” he breathed. I knelt down and began to kiss along his cock, causing him to moan again. He moaned even louder when I began to suck on it. His hands were in my hair, gripping the back of my head. I grinned and sucked harder. He stifled a moan as I swallowed. “Sara, don’t,” he said. I stopped immediately. He then pushed me onto the bed and lay down on top of me. “this is going to hurt, and you will bleed. Are you sure about this? I do not think this is a good idea. You’re grievously injured, my love. You need rest, not blood loss. I want to make sure you are aware of the danger you are putting yourself in before we go any further.” I smiled and said, “Yes I'm sure! I've never wanted anything add much as I want this. As for the danger, I am fully aware of the risks of this. I know thus well hurt, but I cannot stop now any more than you can. So please shut up and fuck me!” he grinned and gently rubbed his dick along my clit then gently thrust into me, causing slight pain. “Are you all right, my love?” he asked. I smiled and said sweetly, “I'm fine, darling. Keep going, please.” He smiled back, seemingly delighted that I was so eager. He kissed me and began to thrust harder And faster. I moaned, immediately becoming aroused. I arched my hips to meet his. “Harder!” I demanded. He obeyed with a loud moan. Very soon he cried out as he came. Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the room. I froze, not intend what to do. Then the door opened and a little boy walked in. I could tell he was Mr.Carmichael´s son. Mr.Carmichael, who had his hands on my breasts, looked up in shock at hearing his son’s voice. “Donald, this isn't what it looks like!” I knew that was the wrong thing to say, so I said in a sweet sugary voice, “Donald, I know this is confusing, but your papa and I are just playing an adult game. Nobody is in danger and nobody is hurt.” I smiled at him. He looked at his papa and suddenly gasped and ran over. “You're hurting her! Leave her alone! She’s bleeding!” I watched as Donald pushed his papa in an attempt to protect me. I was too shocked to even think. Mr. Carmichael moved away from me. “She's fine, Donald. Just a little bleed, that's all.” Donald looked me and gasped again. “Papa, there's blood everywhere! She needs a doctor.” I looked and sawed he was right. Blood soaked the bed, and it was all over Mr. Carmichael.