Chapter Two
It had to have been a dream, these apparitions talking and touching
this way could not be my mom and dad, and like a dream the memory faded as I
slowly rose to the conscious world.
There were voices, but I was too concerned with my body to focus on what
was being said. My wrists and shoulders hurt. Awareness crept in as my eyes
fluttered open, and I realized my wrists were surrounded by leather and fastened
above my head. My feet were on the floor, and it finally dawned on me that I
could relieve the pain by standing. This put slack in chain attaching the
leather cuffs above my head to a post behind my back. Once upright, I looked
down and was puzzled to see that somehow I had come to be dressed in a
cheerleader outfit, white sweater, blue pleated skirt, folded down white socks
and white sneakers.
My heart started beating like crazy as I began to look around. Sitting
on couches a few feet in front of me were four couples. The four men were all
good looking, the oldest maybe fifty. The women looked mostly younger, none
older than about forty. All of them were dressed in ways that sent a shock
through me. The men were all nearly naked, wearing only skimpy black leather
thongs and black leather motorcycle type boots.
The women were attired in complicated harness rigs that strapped around
their breasts in ways that left their fleshy mounds exposed. One of them had
really big mammaries on a small but voluptuous body. The straps lifted her
breasts and set them out from her rib cage in a way Mother Nature and Father
Time would never have countenanced. Another woman was tall and slender, with
pert breasts that were nicely shaped, yet small enough to need no support. From
the looks of her well toned body she probably jogged miles every day and could
survive without a jogging bra. The third woman was maybe five foot two and dark
haired, with one of those compact figures that bulge in all the right places
without being fat. On the contrary, all was firmness and tone, including a pair
of tits with large, dark brown aureole and nipples that defied gravity by
carrying their substantial weight thrust straight ahead without need of support.
The fourth lady was medium height with red hair and a classic hourglass figure.
Without the unnatural lift of the harness, her soft globes would have relocated
a bit lower against her ribs, but would still have been quite alluring.
All wore black mini skirts so short their denuded nether lips were
visible a good part of the time, and each wore black spike heeled pumps on their
bare feet.
All four of the women were gorgeous in different ways, though none was
prettier than my mother who has been described as Nordic Goddess. Mom was
blonde like me and bore a striking resemblance to the model Cindy Crawford, only
mom had bigger breasts.
Behind the couches stood a giant black man wearing only a bulging red
satin thong. He was built like a Mr. Universe. Beside him stood a female
counterpart wearing a red satin bikini top that barely covered the nipples of
her firm breasts, with a matching red thong that disappeared up the back between
the hard muscles of her shapely buttocks.
Turning my head to the side I felt both relief and a renewed shock of
fear. On my right my mother was shackled with her back to a tall post, her arms
stretched above her head. She was stark naked with her large, melon shaped
breasts thrust out and up, their pink aureole and nipples lewdly displayed. Mom
looked shyly down and to the side, one thigh in front of the other.
Looking to my left my heart sank to see dad naked against another post.
I couldn't resist staring at his sex organs and was amazed at the length of his
penis as it draped down in front of his hanging scrotum.
Seeing me awake and looking around, the room grew quiet as the others
turned their attention on me. One of the men focused his Italian good looks on
us and said, "I am Master Ed. You will learn the names of your other masters
and mistresses in good time, but first I will give you the rules which you must
obey. Whether or not you ever leave the mansion will depend on how you follow
these rules and on how well you respond to your training.
"Here are the basic rules. First, if one of you fails, all three of you
fail. Remember, therefore, that the fate of the other members of your family
depends on you." I shivered, realizing that he was looking into my eyes as he
said this.
"Rule number two, you will obey without question or discussion any order
you are given by anyone you encounter during your training. Number three, you
will not speak unless spoken to. One exception is for begging at appropriate
times. If you are being tortured, begging often adds to our enjoyment. But god
help you if you beg for no reason. For example, if you were to be naughty
enough to interrupt me now and plead with us to let you go home, punishment
would be swift and severe.
"Number four, you will not speak to each other out of the presence of
one of us. Five, you will refer to anyone you meet here as master or mistress.
"Slave Lars and slave Karen, any refusal or resistance to an order on
your part will result in severe punishment of your daughter, is that
understood?" Mom and dad said in unison, "Yes, master."
"Slave Kim, if you refuse an order, we shall punish whoever we decide to
at the moment.. Is that understood?"
Stunned by my parents' tone of surrender, I answered, "Uh, uh,
yes....Yes, master." My real feelings were all mixed up. I was scared for
sure, and fear was by far the strongest thing. But at the same time there was a
stirring deep in my insides that reminded me most of the feeling I got when I
played with myself. Seeing my mother and father naked, not just in front of me,
but displayed for a room full of scantily clad people, both embarrassed and at
the same time excited me. I knew my folks liked sex, and with the recent
awakening of my own hormones, sex fantasies had become part of my everyday life,
including some in which my dad was a featured player. So, for a part of me the
whole scene was like one of my daydreams come to life.
With a wave of the hand by Master Ed, the black woman stepped around the
couch, walking toward us. Ed said, "Unlock the girl." Up close the woman was
really pretty, but with a sort of hardness to her features which matched her
buff physique. She towered above my five foot three height, her nearly bare
boobs in my face, and in moments my wrists were free. She turned around to face
the seated people, taking me by one arm in a vice like grip and waiting for
further instructions.
Ed ordered, "Step back, Mya. Kim, we have waited long enough to see our
new toy unwrapped. Take off your clothes, but leave your shoes and socks.
After all, we don't wish to take away all your modesty at one time." The others
chuckled as I blushed crimson.
Fantasies or not, I was just plain frozen to the spot. In a quiet, yet
menacing tone the leader said, "Remember the rules, girl, I don't give the same
order twice. You may get away with ignoring your mamma's orders, but that was
another life." When I still couldn't move he said, "Mya, strip her. And for
disobedience Rufus will administer ten lashes with the cat on momma's ass."
The giant black walked behind our posts and then came back right past
me, making a point of showing me the whip now in his hand. The handle looked
just like a long penis. From the end hung a number of leather cords with knots
in their tips. He approached mother and gestured for her to turn around to face
her post.
She looked at the whip, and while the look on her face was one of fear
she said nothing as she twisted in her wrist bindings until her naked buttocks
faced the seated men and women. Ed ordered, "Stretch that fine ass to the whip
and spread your legs. Now ask for the whip."
The black stood beside my mother with his striking arm drawn back.
Mother looked at him over her shoulder and said in a quavering voice, "Please,
master, punish me for my failure to raise my daughter properly."
My anguish overcame my fear and I shouted, "Please don't hit her. I'll
do what you want."
"You have sinned once again," Ed interrupted, " We gave no permission
for you to speak. You shall be allowed to take off your clothes for us, but
only because Mya will be occupied with giving your father ten blows to his ass.
If your tits and cunt are not well displayed for our enjoyment by the tenth blow
the whipping will continue until you make a satisfactory showing."
I glanced over to see dad bravely turning to accept his punishment on my
behalf. "Whap," the strands spread across mother's shapely buttocks, making the
tautly stretched mounds jiggle provocatively. "Mumph," she gasped, struggling
with her jaws tightly clenched to keep from screaming.
Dad merely jerked, his muscles contracting against the pain as red
streaks appeared across his muscular ass cheeks. I wanted to shout again,
wanted to tell them to hit me instead of my mom and dad. After all, wasn't I
the one who failed to follow the rules?
Instead, I faced the four reclining couples and reached down with both
hands to grasp the bottom of my sweater. I heard the second blows strike on
either side as I pulled the white sweater up my body, past my bra covered
breasts, and over my head. As the third blows struck I drew the short pleated
skirt down my thighs. Dropping it to the floor, I stepped away, shivering with
a strange excitement as I stood wearing only a bra, white panties, shoes and
socks. Never had I felt such attention and it gave me a queer feeling of power
despite my predicament.
For several moments I wasn't sure I could go the rest of the way. I
didn't even let my parents see me nude. But this whole scene was like something
out of a dream, an imaginary play in which I was one of the stars. The director
had ordered me to strip and a part of me wanted to play my role like an
accomplished actress.
Unsnapping my bra, I reached in front and crossed my arms, drawing the
straps down off my shoulders. Shrugging, the white cups slid over my over
developed boobs and the bra dropped to the floor. My first instinct was to cup
my hands over my breasts to fend off the taunting comments I was so used to from
my schoolmates in gym class. But I knew this wouldn't stop these perverted
people. So instead of covering myself I quickly stripped off my panties. I
gasping with surprise to realize that somehow the hair that had so recently
grown between my legs was gone, leaving my whole pubic area bare as a newborn.
Using all the courage I could muster I stood up straight with my arms at my
sides, looking up to the ceiling.
"Ten," Rufus announced in a deep rumbling voice a moment after striking
my whimpering mother's rosy ass cheeks. A moment later Mya struck her last blow
on my dad, who had still not uttered a sound. Mya's voice, also surprisingly
deep in tone, announced, "Ten." I looked at my brave father, my admiration
quickly turning to confusion as I watched his hips moving forward and back with
his penis standing out like a curving sword, its root at thick as my forearm.
Fascination overcame surprise as I stared at his hairless genitals. His penis
was light pink, while the knob on the end was darker, with a hint of purple.
The monstrous curving shaft was almost translucent and I could clearly see a
network of blue veins beneath the skin, some thick enough to form ridges along
the surface.
The two blacks turned to the seated ones awaiting further instruction.
Ed responded, "before I order the whipping to continue, little one, I will give
you one minute to display your charms in an attractive way. Your parents have
my permission to make suggestions to you."
I didn't want any more abuse on my account, but I didn't have a clue as
to what would please these nasty people. Mother finally said, "Baby, listen to
momma. Spread your legs.... No, baby, wider. . . That's it, that's my girl.
Now clasp your hands behind your head and pull your elbows back Show them your
beautiful titties."
Blushing furiously, I followed her suggestions. I couldn't take my eyes
off the ceiling as I felt their eyes on my lewd display. One of the women said,
"Look at the way her nipples are getting hard, the little bitch is getting off
on teasing us." She was partly right. I could feel my aureole contract and
push out like little inverted tea cups, with thimble size nipples capping my
pear shaped breasts.
"Turn mommy and daddy loose so they can show their little girl that all
is forgiven for putting them through a whipping." Ed said this with a tone of
sarcasm, but it brought vigorous approval from the others. The next thing I
knew mom was looking down at me with a strange look on her face. Standing
slightly to my side so as to not block the view, she took my face in her hands
and bent down to plant a kiss on my lips. It was no motherly kind of kiss. Her
lips ground against mine, working my lips apart as her tongue darted out to
explore the inside of my mouth. Her urgent passion sent shock waves coursing
through my nipples and down to tingle in my sex.
Without releasing my mouth, her hands touched my arms in a way that
warned me to keep them up, and then she moved one hand to my butt cheek and the
other to my right breast. As her right hand began to massage my spongy cone,
squeezing it firmly and making the nipple jut forward, my dad's big right hand
engulfed my other mound, pulling and kneading it in a way entirely different
from mother's touch. I had never had my titties fondled by anyone. Once I
started getting over the fact that it was my parents doing the fondling, I began
to notice how good it felt, making my nipples tingle and grow hard.
And then I felt my dad's left hand. In a not very fatherly way his hand
slid up the inside my left thigh, then cupped my bare puss, massaging and
rubbing the sensitive mounds. I felt my whole body stiffen, my breath coming in
little panting gasps. Time seemed to stand still as my full attention riveted
on the feel of his hand moving between my outstretched legs. Mother's lips
engulfed my right nipple, then sucked the turgid end of my titty into her mouth.
Her tongue started doing delightful things as I felt dad's middle finger bending
up from the others and slipping between the wet inner lips to find the tight
entrance of my vagina. His finger set my love channel on fire. I moaned as my
hips rotated with a mind of their own to thrust my pussy against the insistent
finger. First inside to one knuckle, then to the next, dad wormed his finger
into me until the tight membrane of my hymen blocked further intrusion. Then he
sawed his finger in and out slowly, making me squirm against his clasping hand.
All the times I had put a pillow between my legs and rubbed against it
had done nothing to prepare me for the kind of intense arousal I was feeling at
the hands of my parents. "Oh, oh, oh," I gasped, wanting them to use my tits
and pussy harder and deeper and faster. And then his finger slid up the tender
folds of my labia and came against the protruding shaft of my clitoris. I heard
my dad give a little grunt of surprise as his finger explored and measured the
size of the erect little finger of pink flesh. Though I had only vague
suspicions before that time, I was shortly to learn that my clitty was several
times bigger than most, more like a little boy's penis than a girl's clit. This
would prove to be both a blessing and a curse.
Dad dropped to his knees in front of my outstretched left leg, using the
fingers of both hands to separate the swollen mounds of my sex, exposing the
full length of my clit for the watchers inspection. This was just too much for
me. I stepped back and put my feet together, the arousal in my loins and
nipples fading. "Daddy," I said, "this isn't right for you and mom to be
touching me this way." Even as I uttered the words a part of me wished I hadn't
interrupted them. I was all confused, my body wanting one thing, but my mind
telling me I would be the worst kind of slut if I didn't put up a fight against
being treated as some kind of sex toy.
"Silence." Ed roared, "What say the group, is it time to begin teaching
the little bitch obedience?" The other three men and four women quickly agreed
as the huge black couple stood passively. I guess they didn't have a right to
vote. "Then I think we should begin her training in the playroom." Ed stood as
he said this, quickly followed by the others. Rufus and Mya put leather cuffs
on my folks and me, binding our wrists in front of us with short lengths of
chain attached to rings on the sides of the cuffs. With Mya leading, her whip
now carried casually in her hand, we were ushered out of the room to follow the
four couples. Rufus was close behind us, also with whip in hand. After going
down a long hall we arrived at a heavy door. Ed and the others had already
passed through, and as we went through the door I could see a staircase leading
down to another heavy open door.
