Have a Bit of Faith

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

She kept her eyes on the road but her mind was racing in all different directions.  She mentally looked behind her at all of the steps she had taken to prepare for the summer.  And she looked ahead to the schedule in her mind all of the steps that remained.  She also looked ahead to the long weekend before her.

It was not summer yet.  She still had six months to wait for that.  But Faith was not about to make the same mistake this summer that she made last summer.  Those three months had been a disaster.

In hindsight, she knew that she had grown and developed quite a bit from the experience.  And the summer had been exciting most of the time; even thrilling at times.  But it was one humiliating surprise after another.  She was not about to have a repeat this summer.  She intended to control her own destiny this time.

It all depended on her finding the right summer job.  Last summer, she waited until the last minute to find a job but she had waited too long.  All of the good ones were already filled.  She ended up having to take the only job that was available to her.  And it was that job that led to all of the humiliating surprises.

She started preparing for the upcoming summer as soon as she got back to school a couple of months ago.  She signed up for as many extracurricular activities as her schedule would allow in an effort to boost and enhance her resume.  She got involved in the school newspaper.  She started modeling for the art department since one possibility for the summer that she hoped to pursue was with modeling agencies.  She ran for office in the student government, although she was not elected.  And she filled out the rest of her schedule with intramural sports.  She was a very busy girl.

She completed researching companies to send her resume just last week.  They included modeling agencies, advertising agencies, public relations firms, as well as every major company in the area.  Over the past weekend, she had prepared cover letters to go with the resume and had stuffed and addressed the envelopes.  Everything was ready to be mailed.  She wanted to wait until Christmas to actually mail them, though.  She figured nobody would even look at things like that until after the holidays.

Yes, she would have a proper job this summer.  There was no way she was going to be babysitting her cousins again this year.  They had practically turned her into a slave last year.  No, they had literally turned her into a slave.  She was kept naked for the entire three months.  She had been used as a sexual play thing.  And she had been cruelly punished when she misbehaved.

Thinking back to that summer brought her thoughts back to this upcoming weekend.  Her car continued to glide along the interstate as she wondered what lay ahead for her.

Before leaving for school in September, she had agreed to continue her enslavement over Thanksgiving.  She was sure that it must have been her hormones speaking for her.  At the time, everything was an erotic swirl of excitement.  She was in a constant state of highly charged arousal.  She surely couldn’t have been thinking clearly.

Now she was dreading that she had committed to the continuation.  And it had been her own idea, no less!  They hadn’t even asked her to do it.  She had volunteered it!  What had she been thinking?

Hopefully, her offer to pick up again in her enslavement had been forgotten by now.  She doubted that very seriously, though.  But maybe they had viewed her offer as just what it very probably was:  a foolish statement made by an over-sexed, hormonally-charged teenager.  Maybe they would take pity on her and not bring up the matter.

She would find out soon enough.  She steered her car onto the exit ramp.  She was only ten minutes from home now.  She felt a chill snake down her spine as she tried to anticipate what would happen.

“There’s my beautiful slave girl,” her mother greeted her as she came in the side door of the house into the kitchen.  It was obvious that her offer had not been forgotten.  She dropped her bag to the floor and returned her mother’s hug and kiss.

“Hi, Mom,” smiled Faith.  “Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie,” Jill smiled back at her.  “I’m just finishing something here in the kitchen.  Why don’t you take your things to your room and take off your clothes.  You can meet me in the living room.”

Faith gulped at the mention of taking off her clothes.  Her mother sure worked fast!  “Yes, Mom.”

“Mistress,” said Jill as she turned back to the counter where she had been working and fiddled with whatever she was focused on.

Faith took a deep breath before responding.  “Yes, Mistress.”

She picked up her bag and trudged up to her room.  She didn’t even bother unpacking her little duffel.  It was obvious now that the outfits she had picked out for the weekend would never be needed.  Reluctantly, she peeled off her clothes.  She went into the bathroom to shower and to freshen up.  Then she went back downstairs to face her fate.

“You look like you have lost some wait, love,” said Jill.  She was running her palms up and down Faith’s sides as Faith stood naked in the center of the rug.  She paused at Faith’s narrow waist, stretching her fingers around it before gliding her hands down to her daughter’s hips.  “Aren’t you eating properly?”

“I’m eating fine, Mom,” replied Faith, annoyed at her mother’s comment.  It seemed that her mother was always trying to fatten her up for some reason.  “I mean Mistress.  I’ve just had a very active semester; a lot of sports.  I guess I’m just burning it off faster than I take it in.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure that you eat a lot of turkey and stuffing this weekend.  Can’t have my girl wasting away to nothing.”

Jill raised her hands and spread her fingers to lift Faith’s breasts.  “These don’t look like they’ve suffered, though.  In fact, I think they might have even grown a bit.  Have they gotten bigger?”

Faith blushed as her mother held her breasts and commented on them.  “Yes, Mistress.  Maybe.  I was going to go shopping for bras this weekend to see if a bigger size would be more comfortable.”

“Lovely,” smiled Jill as she bounced the generous orbs in her hands.  “We don’t want them looking like udders, mind you.  But you are far from that.  But bigger is sometimes better.  You know how your father likes big-breasted women.  Well so do I, actually.  Yours are perfect for both of us.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Faith for lack of something more sensible to say.  She didn’t really know how to respond.

“No.  Thank you, pet,” said Jill, placing an accent on ‘thank’.  She was still holding up the breasts with her splayed fingers and now was rubbing her thumbs back and forth across the nipples, watching them stiffen.  “Thank you for being so perfect.  And thank you for giving yourself to us.  You are such a treasure.”

“Oh,” continued Jill as she released the full breasts and reached down to grip the little reddish-brown tuft of hair on Faith’s Venus mound.  “I see that you grew your little bush back.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, you know that I adore your little carpeted pussy,” Jill said as her fingers stroked up and down in Faith’s pubic hair.  “But I think the general consensus was that your pussy should be bald.”

“And for once,” Jill continued, “I think they might be right.  You looked so sleek and elegant this summer without it.  It was so very erotic.  But we’ll let your father decide when he gets home.”

Jill reached up and gathered Faith’s long auburn hair in her hands, holding it up to expose her neck and shoulders.  Then she walked slowly around her daughter as she continued to hold the hair.  Eventually, she dropped it, letting it fall down Faith’s back.  It reached all the way to her bottom now.

“Can you kneel up here, pet?” Jill asked as she patted the top of the coffee table.  It was a long, low, rectangular table.

Faith blushed again but nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.”

She crawled onto the table and knelt on all fours.  Jill ran her hand down the center of Faith’s back, admiring the silky softness of her daughter’s flesh.  Then she stood behind her daughter and gripped one of the perfectly sculpted bottom cheeks in each hand, pulling them apart.  With all of her mother’s actions, Faith felt as if she was being inspected.

“What are you looking for, Mistress?” she finally asked.

“Nothing, precious,” replied Jill.  “I’m just getting reacquainted with my property and making sure that no marks, especially marks of ownership, have been added without my permission.”

Faith rolled her eyes.  “I haven’t gotten any tattoos, Mom… I mean Mistress.”

“And no brands either?”

“No brands.”

“Good,” smiled Jill as she released the miraculous firm globes of flesh.  “And has anyone tried to claim ownership of this body that belongs to me while you were away?”

Faith shook her head in disbelief.  Her mother seemed to think that everyone in the world went around enslaving girls.  She had even worried that a professor might try to enslave Faith once she got back to school.

That didn’t happen but she did find herself to be much more sought after this year than ever before, and she had always been a very popular girl.  She was constantly being asked out on dates by members of both genders.  And she had let herself be bedded, again by both sexes.

She attributed it to the fact that she was much more involved in the school now and, as a result, and she was meeting more people.  But she also thought that it might be at least partly because of her experience as a slave.  Maybe people could sense that her inhibitions had been worn down.  Maybe her body chemistry had changed because of the extreme hormonal levels she experienced last summer and maybe they could subconsciously sense that.  Whatever the cause, she did not lack for dates or sexual partners.

“No, Mistress.  Nobody tried to claim ownership of me.”

“That’s good, sweetie,” said Jill.  “I’m surprised, but it’s good.  You can get up now.”  Then she gave Faith a playful swat on the ass.

Faith gasped at the spank but then breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the table.  Jill moved to the sofa and sat down on one end, patting her lap.  “Come join me, precious pet.”

Faith groaned inwardly at the invitation.  Her relief had been premature, it seemed.  Obediently, she padded to the couch and, when her mother gave her the instructions, she lay down on the couch with her head in Jill’s lap.

“Now, tell me all about school.  How are your classes?  Any boys in your life?  Any girls?”

For the next hour, Faith described all of the courses she was taking and how she was doing in each of them.  She had As in all but one but she even hoped to bring that one up to an A by the end of the semester.

She told her mother that she did not have a steady boyfriend; or girlfriend.  But she had dated often and there were several who she really liked.

Jill listened intently and let her hands roam freely over the marvelous flesh of the beautiful girl in her lap.  Her daughter truly was a priceless treasure.

She slipped a finger into Faith’s sex.  It was warm and soft and wet and tight.  She loved the sensations of her precious property as Faith sucked in her breath at the sudden intrusion.  Jill knew that this weekend might be her last opportunity to enjoy this treasured slave.  Faith might choose to reclaim her life after this.  But Faith had committed to this weekend so Jill intended to enjoy her girl while she could.

“Has Daddy been looking forward to having his slave girl back?” asked Faith as she felt Jill’s finger stroking slowly in and out of her sex, sending little thrills throughout her body.

“Oh, baby,” said Jill.  “I didn’t even tell him.  I thought you said you wanted to surprise him.  I know he’s looking forward to you being home.  I’m sure he’ll be delighted that he gets his beautiful slave back too.”

“Oh, yeah,” nodded Faith.  “I did say that I wanted to surprise him.”

Chapter 2

“I’m home!” called out Jack as he stepped into the kitchen.

“In here,” Jill called back from the living room.

Jack took off his suit jacket and placed it on the back of the chair and then he pulled his tie from around his neck, draping it over the jacket.  Then he went off in search of the rest of his family.  He had seen Faith’s car in the driveway and was looking forward to seeing his daughter again.

“Oh, my,” he said as he stepped into the living room.  The view that met his eyes was surprising to him, to say the least, but it was beautiful beyond belief.

“I didn’t realize that you were working late, dear,” said Jill.  “I couldn’t wait any longer to get started.”

Jill was reclining back in one of the upholstered chairs and was naked.  She held both of her breasts in her hands and the nipples were wet and glistening, telling Jack that she had been lifting them to her lips and sucking on them.  Her face and chest were flushed, indicating that she was highly aroused.

“Don’t worry,” he replied.  “I’m glad that you started without me.”

This was a truly amazing sight and he knew that he was one of the chosen few in the history of the planet who was ever blessed to see a scene like this.  His wife was leaning back, close to orgasm.  And his daughter was kneeling between her legs, bringing her closer and closer to that orgasm.

Jack immediately noticed the same changes in his daughter’s body that Jill had noticed earlier.  Her belly, which had always been firm and toned before, was even flatter now.  Her waist, which had been beautifully narrow before, was now even tinier.  Her ass was nicely padded but seemed tighter as she knelt between Jill’s legs.  And her breasts seemed fuller, although still rode high on her chest with their firmness.  She looked like a caricature of a fuck toy.  He couldn’t imagine a feminine form that could be more desirable.

Within minutes of his arrival, Jill’s orgasm arrived.  She let out a low, throaty groan that was an indication of a really good one.  He only heard that sound when the orgasm was truly over the top.  Faith’s tongue kept moving and Jill kept groaning until finally she keened and pushed Faith’s face away from her sex.

“Oh god!” she moaned.

“Good, huh?” smiled Jack.

“Mmmm, the best.”

“Maybe I can have my turn now?” he asked.

“Mmmm, yes,” Jill responded.  “I think you’ll like her.  She improves with age.  I’ve already prepared her for you.  And the lube is on the table beside you.”

Jack glanced at the tube of lubricant on the table to his right.  That could only mean that Jill expected him to take Faith anally.  His past experiences with his daughter had taught him that he never needed lubrication when he claimed her vaginally.  She was always amazingly wet and ready for him.

He stood up and started removing the rest of his clothes.  “Prepared her, huh?”

Jill smiled back at him as she was still enjoying the remaining tremors from her orgasmic bliss.  “Mmmm, yes.  Cleaned her out inside.  Oiled her.  She should be ready for you.”

His cock was already hard by the time he pulled off his underwear.  He always enjoyed having Faith prepare him with her mouth but that would not be needed tonight.  He was sure that after a long weekend with his fuck toy, however, he would need some assistance getting hard.

He poured some of the lubricant into his hand and then stroked it up and down his turgid shaft as he watched Jill reposition their slave.  He saw his wife lead his daughter to the coffee table and then position her on all fours at one end of it.

“May I have the honor?” asked Jill as she reached out and gripped her husband’s slippery cock after he arrived at the table.

“Mmmm,” he replied.  “Please do.”

He moved a little closer and Jill positioned the tip of the cock at Faith’s asshole.  Then he leaned forward and watched his lance slice into his daughter’s bottom.  “Oh, it’s so lovely.”

“Yes,” said Jill as she kept her fingers wrapped around the shaft as it continued to slide into Faith.  Faith groaned as she felt her bottom stretched and filled.

“How did you come to own this slave again?” he asked as he pulled out slightly.  He loved to watch Faith’s ass gripping his shaft as he extracted it.  Once only the head was lodged inside his daughter’s bottom, he pushed forward again, causing her to moan as the pole filled her more this time.

“It was Faith’s idea,” replied Jill.

“Oh, really?” he said, surprised.

“Yes, really.  She told me before she left in the fall that she would be your present for Thanksgiving.”

“I can’t imagine a more perfect gift,” he said.  At this point, he was gliding in and out of his slave’s body, fully impaling her with each stroke.  Fait would gasp each time the cock was fully embedded and then would shudder each time he slowly withdrew it.

“I agree,” said Jill.  She had turned her attention to the delectable breasts that swayed beneath the slave.  She still couldn’t get over how her daughter’s perfect body had become even more perfect and desirable.  It was almost as if she had been designed to be a sexual plaything.

“So how are your plans for the summer shaping up, Faith?” he asked as he plunged particularly deep.  She let out a yelp at the extreme intrusion and then trembled as her body tried to adjust.

“Oh, Daddy,” she gasped.  “Can we talk about that later?”  He immediately spanked her luscious bottom.

“Sorry.  I mean can we talk about that later, Master?”

“We can talk about it more later,” he replied as he watched his cock emerge from her ass again.  “But I want to talk about it now.”

Faith groaned.  Currently, her entire universe revolved around the cock that was pistoning in her ass.  She wasn’t sure she could put together a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence.

But despite her lust-crazed state, she went on to describe for her father all of the things she had done so far.  She told her parents about all of the school activities she was involved in.  She described the research and how she had put together a list of companies.  And she told them about the pile of stuffed envelopes.

“And the last thing I’ll do before I come home for Christmas is mail themmmmmmmm!”  Her body tensed as an orgasm overwhelmed her.  Jill reached out and held her to support her so that she did not tumble face first onto the table.  And Jill marveled again at her daughter.  She knew how rare it was for a woman to get pleasure out of anal penetration.  It was even rarer to be able to climax from it.

“Really?” said Jack as his cock continued to plunder Faith’s ass.  Again, he was looking down and watching his shaft withdraw from the perfect bottom only to disappear again and plunge deep into his daughter’s ass.

“I’m very proud of you,” he said.  “It looks like you are taking your summer job very seriously this year.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she panted as she gasped for air and tried to recover from her climax.  “I mean yes, Master.  I am.”

Faith was kept naked for most of the long weekend and was the continuous sex toy for her parents.  Even Thanksgiving dinner was served with the beautiful daughter sitting naked at the table.  The only exception to the nudity rule was on Friday.  Faith was allowed to go shopping and have some fun with her friends who she had not seen since the beginning of summer.  But on Saturday, she was back to being the naked sex toy.  On Sunday, she drove back to school.

As she drove back, she debated whether or not she had done the right thing by agreeing to be a slave again.  It had been quite a shocker at first.  And it still felt degrading to be treated as if she was property.  But she finally concluded that she had done the right thing.  At this point, all of her sexual needs were completely satiated.  That was a good thing because she needed to focus on her exams for the next three weeks.

She was caught up in the whirlwind of exam season once she got back to school.  There were papers to complete and tests to prepare for.  Her sleep suffered but her grades did not.  Finally, she got through them and prepared to head home again.  The last thing she did before leaving the university was to mail her stack of job-hunting envelopes.

As she drove home for the Christmas break, she wasn’t sure what to expect.  She hadn’t offered to be a sex slave again.  Would they let life return to normal or would she be expected to serve them again?

But she need not have worried, as it turned out.  Her mother met her in the kitchen with a kiss and a hug and let her keep her clothes on this time.  The same thing happened when her father got home.  There was no mention of the beautiful slavegirl.  They acted as if nothing had ever happened.

It all remained normal until Christmas Eve when her mother walked into her room.  Faith was already in her flannel pajamas and was warmly snuggled in bed.

“That was Mrs. Philpott, sweetie,” Jill said as she sat down on the edge of Faith’s bed.  She reached out and stroked Faith’s flannel covered arm.  “She asked a favor of you.”

“Sure, Mom,” replied Faith.  “What does she need?”

“You, sweetie,” said Jill.

“Me?” said Faith with a furrowed brow.  “What does she need me for?”

“Well, something went wrong with one of her Christmas presents for Mr. Philpott.  She had planned on gift wrapping herself as a present to him so he would find her under the tree in the morning.  But it’s that time of the month for her and she doesn’t feel comfortable doing that now.

“So she wants to borrow you,” Jill continued.  “She wants to give you to Mr. Philpott as a Christmas gift.”

Faith gulped when she heard the announcement.  She felt a chill race down her spine.  She was going to have to be a sex slave after all, it seemed.  When was all of this craziness going to stop?

“I know you hadn’t planned on continuing your slave career, honey,” said Jill as she continued to stroke Faith’s arm.  “But it would just be this one time.  And it would be such a lifesaver for her.  Will you do it?”

Faith groaned and looked up at her mother.  “Do I have to?”

“Of course not, baby,” Jill replied.  “But she sounded so desperate.  You would really be doing her a huge favor.”

“Do you want me to do it?”

“Of course I do,” was Jill’s response.  “We like the Philpotts a lot.  But the decision is up to you.”

Faith groaned and nodded.  “I’ll do it, Mom.  When do I go over there?”

“She said she would come and get you in the morning.  She has a key and will come and wake you up.  But she’ll be here at six so you’ll have to go to sleep soon so you get your beauty rest.”

“Yes, Mother,” groaned Faith again as she rolled onto her side.  “Can you turn off the light on your way out?”

Chapter 3

“Wake up, beautiful girl,” Faith heard.  A hand was gently shaking her arm as she was dragged out of her sleep.  Jessica Philpott had let herself into the house and quietly crept up the stairs to Faith’s room.

“Wha?” mumbled Faith as she was awakening.

Jessica leaned down and kissed Faith softly on the lips.  “Merry Christmas, darling.  It’s time to get up.  You have a busy day ahead.”

Faith suddenly snapped awake as she remembered what she had agreed to do the night before.  Gone were the romantic dreams of handsome princes and moonlit beaches.  The harsh reality of another day of slavery descended upon her.

“Oh,” said Faith as she opened her eyes and saw Jessica’s beautiful face smiling down at her.  “I’ll get ready.”

“Don’t worry, cutie,” said Jessica.  “I’ll get you ready.  I still need to shower too.  I didn’t want to risk waking up Tom by showering at home.”

“Oh, okay,” said Faith.  She pushed off her covers and swung her legs out to stand up.  “Do you want to shower first or should I?”

“Let’s shower together,” was Jessica’s response.  “It will save time.”

“Okay, Mrs. Philpott.”  Faith turned toward her bathroom and Jessica followed her.  She turned on the shower to warm the water and unbuttoned her pajama top, letting it fall to the floor.  She slid her bottoms down and stepped out of them.  Jessica was naked too by that time.

“Oh my,” said Jessica as she ran her fingertips down Faith’s taut belly.  “Your mother was right.  You just keep getting more and more beautiful every day.  And she was right that you look like the perfect fuck toy.”

Faith gasped.  “Mom said that?”

“Yes,” replied Jessica as she lifted Faith’s full breasts in her hands, feeling how heavy they were now.  “She’s so proud of you.  She was telling everyone at the club how beautiful you were at Thanksgiving during our get together last week.”

Faith blushed at the revelation.  “What else did she say about Thanksgiving?”

“Not a lot,” Jessica said.  “Not many details.  Just that you had given yourself to her and Jack for the holiday and how you were a perfect fuck toy.  And she said how amazed she was at how many times your dad got hard that weekend.”

Faith groaned.  How could her mother tell all of her friends about enslaving her own daughter?  And did her mother really say that she was a fuck toy; a perfect fuck toy?  What must they think about her  They probably thought she was a slut.

Jessica stepped under the shower and pulled Faith in with her.  Then Jessica did all of the work, shampooing Faith’s hair and washing her body.  Faith was not convinced that showering together saved any time, though, especially the way Jessica was doing it.  Her hands lingered on Faith’s breasts and ass far longer than was necessary to clean her.  And Jessica’s fingers toyed with Faith’s sex in ways that had nothing to do with showering or washing.

Finally, they finished and toweled off.  “Sit on the edge of the tub, cutie,” instructed Jessica.  Faith wasn’t sure why, but she did.  The reason quickly became clear as Jessica produced a pair of scissors and a razor.

“We’ll just get you all cleaned up.”

“Must you do that?” asked Faith, knowing that her pussy was about to be denuded again.  And it had just started to grow back from the shaving she received at Thanksgiving.

“Of course I must,” was the reply.  “I want my perfect girl to be the perfect gift.”  Faith just groaned and Jessica went to work.

Faith watched in dismay as the scissors snipped away what little had grown back of her precious little bush of hair.  Then she shook her head in disbelief as she watched the razor swiping across her mound.  Within minutes, her pussy was bald again.

She looked at her new owner as she worked.  Mrs. Philpott was truly beautiful even though she seemed to go to great lengths to conceal that fact.  The towel had slipped off, revealing Jessica’s body to her gaze.  And Faith had to admire all of the woman’s feminine curves, complete with a waspish waist and full, heavy breasts that swayed as she went about her task.

When she was finished, she slipped a finger into Faith’s sex, causing the girl to suck in her breath.  Then she pumped it in and out a few times before withdrawing it.

“I just love a responsive slave girl,” said Jessica as she raised her hand to lick off Faith’s juices.  “You’re just so perfect in so many ways.  We’ll oil this up after I have the rest of you prepared.”

She led Faith to the vanity table and had her sit.  Then she blew the beautiful auburn locks dry and brushed them out until they were lustrous.  She blew her own hair dry and then applied Faith’s makeup which consisted of lip gloss, eyeliner and roughed nipples.  Faith didn’t normally wear any makeup at all and, when she did, it was only lip gloss.  Certainly she never rouged her nipples.  But Jessica had gone light on the makeup so it was not ostentatious.  Jessica did not put any makeup on herself.

“I hope these are the right size,” said Jessica as she held up the shiny steel shackles.  She fit them on Faith’s wrists and ankles, clicking them shut.  Faith noticed that a key would be needed to remove them.

“I didn’t have time to get this engraved,” Jessica said as she circled Faith’s neck with the steel band that would become her collar.  It clicked shut also, transforming Faith once again into a slave.  “I’ll make sure it has a proper inscription when we do this the next time.”

“Next time?” thought Faith.  Who said anything about a next time?  And why did Mrs. Philpott say ‘when’ instead of ‘if’?

“Just one more item,” announced Jessica as she produced two silver hoops.  She fed them into Faith’s pierced ears and secured them.  She hung a gift card from the hoop in her left ear.  The card read:  “To my wonderful husband, from his loving wife.”

“Now just let me get dressed and we’ll go home,” said Jessica.  When she was finished, she looked like a cute, if somewhat pornographic, elf.  She wore green tights under a very scant green skirt.  She had on green pointed toes and a green hat, bordered with white fur.  And for a top, she wore a tiny green vest that laced down the front.  It showed a significant amount of cleavage and Faith was convinced that the two bountiful breasts would have been totally exposed if not for the laces.

“Santa’s little helper, yanno,” Jessica chuckled.  Then she locked the wrist shackles together behind Faith’s back and gave the girl’s bottom a playful swat.  “Okay.  Let’s go.”

“Wait!” said Faith as Jessica led her from the bedroom.  “You’re taking me outside like this?”

“Of course, sweetie.  “Well just walk through the yards.  Besides, nobody will be up at this hour to see you.”

“But it’s awfully cold outside.”

“Then I guess we’d better walk quickly.”

If anyone had been up to observe the pair walking between the two houses, they would have seen a beautiful elf from the north pole leading a strikingly gorgeous Christmas present to be delivered to a very lucky boy.

Tom was still asleep when they got into the warmth of the Philpott home.  Jessica went right to work.  She positioned Faith where she wanted beside the brightly decorated Christmas tree.  She had Faith kneel with her knees spread wide.  Then she locked the ankle cuffs together and attached the wrist cuffs to those.  That resulted in Faith’s back being arched slightly and thrusting her breasts and pussy forward as if in offering.  The finishing touch was to add a green bow to Faith’s hair.

Jessica disappeared into the kitchen to make coffee.  She reemerged ten minutes later, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee.  “I’ll be back in a little bit, pet.  And be sure to address him as Master.  He’ll like that.”

“And what should I call you?” asked Faith.

“Hmmm,” pondered Jessica.  “Mistress, I suppose.  But you should call me Jessica from now on.  Mrs. Philpott makes me feel so old.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she watched the cute little elf butt wiggling up the stairs.  Fifteen minutes later, she heard two sets of footsteps descending the stairs.  She took a deep breath as she tried to mentally prepare for what lay ahead.”

“Keep your eyes closed,” she heard Jessica say.  “No peeking.”

Faith felt her heart pitter-pattering as the footsteps drew closer.  She had developed a crush on Tom when he and Jessica moved into the neighborhood years earlier.  Even now that she was older and more mature, she was still infatuated with him.  She wished that she could be with him under more normal circumstances, though.  But then again, maybe this was the best way to be with him.  She always got so nervous and tongue-tied around him.  At least as a slave, she could be with him and not be expected to talk.

“Ta da!” announced Jessica after she led him into the room.  “No assembly required.  Although you may want to insert Tab A into Slot B.”

“Oh my,” declared Tom after he opened his eyes.  His face brightened as he saw the beautiful naked girl kneeling beside the tree.  “This is my best Christmas ever.  Thank you, darling.”  Then he kissed his wife.

“You’re welcome, darling,” smiled Jessica.  “She’s all yours until tomorrow morning.  You can play with your new toy all you want until then.”

Tom walked over to where Faith was kneeling.  “Hello, my princess.”

“Hello, my master,” Faith smiled up at him nervously.  “Merry Christmas, Master.”

“Merry Christmas, princess.”  He leaned down to unfasten her bindings but found that they were locked.

“You’ll be needing this,” said Jessica as she dangled the key that was on a chain around her neck.

“Yes, I will,” said Tom.  “I want to get her unwrapped as quickly as I can so I can play with her.”

Jessica pulled the chain over her head and gave the key to her husband.  He quickly unlocked Faith’s bindings and then pulled her to her feet.  “Look at you!  You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

Faith blushed at the compliment.  “Thank you, Master.”  She cast her eyes downward, too nervous to look him in the eye, and saw the front of his robe tenting outward.

Jessica saw the tent in the robe also.  “Looks like somebody is trying to get out.”  She reached into the robe and fished out Tom’s cock, stroking it a few times.

“Would Tommy like to go swimming?” she asked.  “I know a nice warm, wet place for him.”

Tom laughed.  “Little Tommy would love to go swimming.  And I think I know the perfect spot too.”

Tom reached behind Faith and grasped her bottom cheeks, lifting her off the ground.  She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself and then he slowly lowered her.  Jessica got down on one knee and gripped the ready cock, guiding it into the girl’s swampy sex.

This was one of the things she loved about Faith.  This girl was the most responsive person she had ever met.  She really was the perfect fuck toy, just as Jill had said.

The tip of the cock was nestled between the dewy petals and he continued to lower the girl.  She sucked in her breath as she felt the beefy shaft gliding effortlessly into her sex, already sending thrills through her body.  He tilted his head forward and kissed her on the lips as he continued to lower her.  His tongue sought out hers as it forced its way into her mouth and she moaned as his cock hit bottom, filling her completely.

Jessica remained on her knee and watched as her husband’s cock speared into the teenager.  There was a time when she would have been upset, or at least jealous, over this scene.  It had been Faith’s parents who helped her get over that.  Jill and Jack had befriended them when they first moved in.  And a slow seduction of Tom and Jessica started right away.  Within six months, the four of them started sharing a bed; or three of them if one of them was out of town.

Then the other couple introduced her and her husband to their club where uninhibited couples could share their spouses with others.  There was a distinct domination and submission theme to the club but it was not a whips and chains group.  People simply surrendered themselves to whoever they chose.  At least Jessica was always doing the surrendering.

Jessica was clearly submissive.  She did not mind that though.  She did not mind at all, in fact.  It was thrilling to be “owned” by another or by a couple.  It was Jill who had helped her learn her true nature.  Jill was probably the most dominant person she knew.  Jack was a close second but Jill was clearly the most dominant.

Jessica remembered when Jill had first made her move.  They were in the Philpott’s hot tub together.  Jill and Jack had been working on Tom and Jessica for six months and had gotten them to the point where they were pretty sure that the Philpotts would become players.  Tom and Jack were playing golf on that day.  Jill ended up playing Jessica.

They were drinking wine and gabbing and laughing.  The topic turned toward sex and they shared stories.  Jill’s stories were much more interesting than Jessica’s.  Finally, Jill moved next to Jessica and kissed her deeply.  Jessica tensed but did not push her neighbor away.  Within moments, Jessica found herself naked.

“You need more experiences,” Jill had said.  “I’m going to broaden your horizons.”  And the rest was sexual history.  Jessica was still not totally uninhibited.  But she was much more sexually adventurous now.

She reached up and let her finger glide along her husband’s cock as it sliced in and out of the beautiful teenager.  She slid her fingers around the girl’s stretched love tunnel, enjoying the soft wetness.  And she decided that it was time to be adventurous once again.

She had never been dominant over anyone before.  In fact, she was not sure that she had a dominant bone in her body.  But she determined that she would try with Faith as her sub.  She couldn’t imagine a more perfect body to control.

Her fingers were now coated with the girl’s natural lubricants and she trailed them back across her perineum.  Because of the way that Tom was holding the girl, her bottom cheeks were spread wide, giving Jessica a wonderful view of Faith’s beautiful little rosebud.  She circled it with a finger, painting it with the girl’s juices.  She touched the cock again to gather more nectar and painted the asshole again.  Faith moaned at the intimate touch.  Once she saw the little pucker glistening to her satisfaction, Jessica pushed in the center.  She heard Faith moan again as her finger popped through the tight little sphincter.

Jessica stood with her finger still embedded in the girl’s bottom.  She reached around, grasping one of the bouncing breasts and held it as she started moving her finger in and out.  “How is she, darling?”

Tom broke the passionate kiss to respond.  “Divine, love.  Simply divine.  It’s like she’s molded around my cock.”

Jessica found a nipple and gripped it.  She plunged her finger all the way into Faith’s ass, eliciting another moan from the captive girl.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying your new toy,” said Jessica.  “I hope you’ll share her.  I might want to have some fun with her too.”

“Mmm, yes,” uttered Tom.  He was surprised at his wife’s tone.  She was always the one who others toyed with.  But if she wanted to play with the new toy, that was fine with him.  There were only so many times that he would be able to get his cock hard in a day.  He would need some breaks between fucks.  “She’s all yours whenever you are ready to claim her.”

Faith shuddered as she heard the discussion between husband and wife.  Her entire body was over-sexed at this point.  The cock of the man she had long had a crush on was buried deep in her pussy.  His wife’s finger was in her ass as she squeezed and rolled her nipple.  And the passionate kissing was beyond belief.  She would not last much longer before she exploded.

Tom sensed that his new toy was about to erupt.  He was too.  He watched her as her eyes seemed to roll back in her head.  Then she threw her head back and let out a long, low groan.  Her sex clamped around his shaft and that was all that he needed to throw him over the top.

Thankfully, she had wrapped her legs around his waist or he was sure that he would have dropped Faith.  She continued to moan and was lost to the world as his sperm spewed into her body.  He managed to stagger to a couch and perched her bottom on the back of it.  Jessica had let go and pulled her finger out of Faith’s ass as soon as the two started climaxing.  She watched in wonder as her husband rested his forehead on Faith’s shoulder, totally spent, as Faith’s head remained rocked back in orgasmic bliss.

Jessica waited until they both recovered.  Tom’s cock had slipped out of its warm sanctuary and Faith’s eyes looked normal again.  “Well, that looked like fun.  Is it my turn now?”

Tom grinned.  Faith blushed.  Then Tom spoke.  “Yes, it was fun.  And yes, she’s all yours now.  I’m going to lie down on the couch for a nap.  She totally drained me.”

“She must have been really good,” Jessica commented.

“Exquisite,” replied Tom.

Jessica had planned on doing this on the kitchen table but Tom would not have a chance to witness any of it if she did.  She decided to use the coffee table in front of the couch instead.  She cleared it off and then smiled at Faith.  “Lie down here, princess.”

Then she turned to her husband.  “I dare you to fall asleep.”

Faith lay down on the table, not sure what her formerly timid neighbor had in mind.  She shuddered when she glanced at Jessica and saw the hungry look on her face.  This was not the Mrs. Philpott she knew.

Jessica adjusted Faith the way she wanted, with one leg hanging off each side of the table, leaving her opened wide and available.  Then she knelt at one end of the table between the girl’s outstretched legs.

Jessica watched the sperm dribble out of the girl’s pussy, pooling on the polished surface of the table.  She reached out and glided two fingers down the very wet petals which were opened wide at this point.

Faith blushed at the intimate touch.  This was not like Mrs. Philpott at all!  The fingers stroked down and then up and then down again, keeping her labia opened and stimulated.  After a few more strokes, the fingers came together and Faith felt them sliding into her, hearing herself moan again.

“Oooo,” Faith cooed.  She didn’t expect that!  Mrs. Philpott added a finger and then all three plunged deep into her sex.  And then she let out a gasp.  A fourth finger had just joined the other three and Faith raised her head.

“Mrs. Philpott!  I mean Jessica…. I mean Mistress!”

“Yes pet?” Jessica smiled back at the girl.

Faith shuddered again when she looked at her neighbor.  Jessica had looked hungry before.  Now, she looked positively demonic.  Jessica withdrew her digits from Faith’s sex and then, one by one, licked her fingers.  Then she put them together again in front of Faith’s view, to form a cone for impaling the girl.  The last thing she did before lowering her hand from Faith’s sight was to tuck her thumb against the fingers.

Faith panted and gasped as Jessica moved her fingers in and out of her.  Thankfully, she was well lubricated.  She didn’t know why, but she was.  The entire hand popped into her body with relative ease.  Jessica pumped her fist in and out as she fluttered her tongue over her slave’s sensitive clit.

Faith had no idea how many times she climaxed while Jessica fisted her.  And she had no idea how many other times during the twenty four hours she climaxed at the hands of the husband and wife.  She was fucked and fisted and sodomized.  She had real cocks and fake cocks in each of her orifices at one time or another.  And she had a human fist in her twice.  When they finally finished using her body at the end of the day, she was wasted.

The next morning, Tom fucked her again before they sent her home.  Jessica contented herself with suckling on the precious breasts of the precious slave before she was sent back home.

Not a word was said about Christmas day once Faith was returned home.  Her parents were her parents again and she was thankful for that.

She spent the rest of her vacation catching up with friends and partying.  She was a normal college girl once again.

To be continued

Chapter 4

“Daddy, I’m worried,” Faith spoke into the phone at the end of January.  She had hoped to have some responses to her letters by the time she got back to school, although she knew that she was unlikely to hear anything that quickly.  But now it was three weeks later and still there was nothing.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jack reassured her.  “It’s still early.”

“But not a single response!” Faith lamented.

“People are just getting back into the swing of things after the holidays,” said Jack.  “Give it some more time.”

Faith gave it more time.  She focused on her school work.  The boys and girls at the university focused on her body.  And still she worried.

“Daddy, I’m worried,” Faith told her father at the end of February.

“Don’t worry, baby.  Maybe you should send out a second round of letters to the same companies,” he recommended.  “And tell them that you’ll follow up by phone in a week.”

Faith sent out a new set of letters with her resume.  She started her phone campaign the next week.  Her grades were doing well.  Some of the other students were doing well at getting her clothes off.  And still she worried.

“Daddy, I’m worried.”  It was now the end of March.  She had received two rejection letters from companies.  A number of others that she contacted by phone told her that they were not hiring summer help this year because of the horrible economy.  A few told her that she was on a wait list and they would contact her once they determined their summer staffing needs.  The rest of the companies ignored her and did not respond to the messages that she left on voicemail.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he replied to her.  “I’ll start asking around.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“And your mother has an idea,” he added.

“I’m not going to be governess to the twins again!” she declared emphatically.

“No, no,” he responded.  “It’s nothing like that.  We know your feelings about watching the twins again.”

She went back to her school work.  The other students and a couple of professors went back to feasting on her luscious body.  And still she worried.

“Daddy, I’m worried,” she said at the end of April.  “There’s less than a month until the end of school.  I still don’t have a job.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he reassured her again.  “I haven’t been able to find anything for you yet either.  It’s this damned economy.  But your mother did find something that will work.”

“Oh!” said Faith brightly.  “What did she find?”

“Well,” he replied.  “Don’t get your hopes too high.  You’re still better off finding a full time job.  But she has a sort of online job board.  It’s only for temporary help.  But it should result in employment for most of the summer.”

“Oh,” she said.  Disappointment was obvious in her voice.  Visions of sweeping floors and packing boxes were rushing through her head; nothing like what she had imagined for herself when she started her job search.  But it would still be better than being in the clutches of her young cousins.  “What’s the name?  I can go ahead and post something now.”

“It won’t be open until the third week of May according to your mother,” he replied.  “It really is just for summer work.”

Faith sighed.  She would be home by then.  Well, maybe she would find something by then.  If not, at least now she had a fall-back plan.

“What about that job board that Daddy was telling me about?” asked Faith.  She had arrived home for the summer an hour earlier.  And she still didn’t have a job.  The economy was the worst it had been in decades and companies were eliminating jobs instead of bringing on summer interns.

“Oh,” smiled Jill.  “It just opened earlier this week.  It’s a non-profit that provides temporary employment and creates scholarships with the proceeds.  Yours would be one of the scholarships.”

“Oh,” nodded Faith.  “What kinds of jobs?”

“All sorts, I would imagine,” replied Jill.  “Want to see it?”

“Sure,” Faith said.  They went to the computer in the study and Jill sat down at the desk.  Faith stood beside her as Jill pecked away on the keyboard.

“It’s called haveabitoffaith.com” said Jill.

“That’s an odd name,” observed Faith.

Jill pressed the Enter key on the computer.  A website appeared with a picture of Faith in her high school cheerleading uniform.  There was only one button on the screen to click on:  Enter.

“What is this, Mom?” asked Faith with a furrowed brow.

“It’s your own personal job board, sweetie,” smiled Jill.  “I’ll show you how it works.  She clicked on the Enter button.  A new screen popped up and asked for a user name and password.  She quickly filled those in and clicked again.

Faith gasped when the next screen appeared.  It was a picture of her dressed as a pony girl and kneeling in the center of a barn.  She was completely naked but for the straps that criss-crossed her nudity and the bridle on her head that held a bit in her mouth.  It had obviously been taken the summer before but she wasn’t aware of any pictures being taken at the time.

“Mom, I don’t understand.”

“This is your job board, baby,” Jill said.  “It’s broken into one week segments and people get to bid on you.  It works a little like eBay.”  Faith saw three buttons below her nude form:  Schedule, Rules and Gallery.  Jill clicked on Schedule.

The next screen was a list of weeks, thirteen in all.  And next to each week was a listing of user names and dollar amounts.  “This shows you the bidding history for each week,” explained Jill.  “And the bidding will remain open until noon of the Saturday before each week.”

“I don’t understand it, Mom.  What are they bidding on?  And why was there a picture of me naked on that other page?”

“They’re bidding on you, honey,” said Jill as she scanned the page.  “They are all trying to buy you for a week; sometimes more than one week.  See, here the Philpotts are ahead for week 3.  And your Aunt Jane is ahead for week 6.  That seems to be a very popular week.  Look at all of the bids we have.  And the Simses are ahead for week 1 which is next week.  I don’t think you have ever met them.  But they’re nice people.  They are friends of your father and me.

Faith was speechless as she listened to her mother rattle on.  Was this what she thought it was?

“They’re trying to buy me?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, sweetie.  They all want to own you.  That’s very flattering to you, I’m sure.  You are a very popular girl.”

“Mom!” Faith said with exasperation in her voice.  “You’re pimping me out!”

“Oh no, dear,” replied Jill.  “It’s nothing like that.  This is charity work.  Remember that this is a non-profit.  All of the proceeds will fund your scholarship.  And whatever is left over will be donated to your school for scholarships.”

“Mom!  I can’t believe you would sell your own daughter!”

“It’s only for a week at a time,” said Jill.  “And you’ll have off every Saturday night to do whatever you want.  Oh, look here.  The Simons just put in a bid for next week.  The Simses had better up their offer or they’ll lose out.”

Faith shook her head in disbelief.  She had to figure out a way to stop this insanity.  Her mother planned to sell her into slavery for the summer.

“And look at this,” said Jill as she clicked on the button marked Gallery.  Dozens of thumbnail pictures popped onto the screen and she could see that all of them were of her.  She was naked in all of them and was involved in some sexual act in many of them.

Jill clicked on the first one and the picture filled the screen.  She was bound spread eagle across her aunt’s bed.  Jill advanced the slideshow and a picture of her in profile and kneeling appeared.  She had a cock in her mouth and was looking up at its owner.  She could tell by the background that it was the Philpott’s house.  The face on the male was not visible but she knew it was Mr. Philpott.

Other pictures showed her being fucked and taken anally.  She was bound in most pictures.  She was eating out another woman in one.  Her breasts were bound in another.  She was fisted in yet another and, although you could only see the back of the woman’s head, she knew that it was her own mother doing the fisting.  Again, she was speechless.

“And each week, we’ll add new pictures to chronicle your adventures.  It will be a virtual scrapbook for you by the end of the summer.”

Faith groaned and Jill clicked back to the schedule.  “Oh look.  The Simses are back on top.  That’s a lot of money.  Eight thousand dollars for the first week.  But look at week 6.  That’s up to fifteen thousand.”

“This is unbelievable!” said Faith in desperation.

“I know,” smiled Jill brightly.  “Isn’t it great?”

“How could you do this, Mom?”

“Oh, it was no trouble,” replied Jill.  “It was just my little contribution to your success, dear.”

“Here,” continued Jill.  “Let me show you the rules.  You can come back here and look at all of your bids and the pictures later.  Oh, my!  We have quite a bidding war going on for next week.  You’re up to ten thousand now.”

Faith rolled her eyes and Jill clicked on the Rules button.  Then Jill read the rules to her; all four of them.

“Slavery will commence at three o’clock on Sunday and will end at noon the following Saturday.”

“The merchandise will be delivered to the buyer at any destination within one hundred miles.  The buyer is responsible for the return shipment.”

Faith groaned again.  Now she was being referred to as merchandise that was to be delivered or shipped.  How far would this nonsense go?

“No alterations of any sort will be allowed.  This includes piercings, tattoos, brands and hair shortening.  The merchandise will arrive minus pubic hair.  Maintenance shaving below the neck is allowed.”

Faith groaned yet again.  Once again, she was going to have her little bush removed.  This was terribly unfair!

“No marks that last beyond the end of the week will be allowed.  Be respectful of the next buyer.

“Be respectful of the next buyer?” thought Faith.  What about being respectful of her rights?

“Go on,” said Faith.

“That’s it, honey,” replied Jill.

“That’s it?!?!?!?” gasped Faith.  “Those are all of the rules?”

“Yep, that’s it.  We wanted to give the buyers as much freedom of expression as we could so they could truly enjoy your delights.”  She clicked back to the schedule page.  “Eleven thousand now for next week.”

“Mom, you can’t do this,” protested Faith.  “And you can’t have those pictures of me naked out on the web.”

“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” replied Jill reassuringly.  “It’s a password protected site.  Only we and the buyers can see them.”

“Who are all of these people?”

“Mostly just friends of ours,” said Jill. “And your two aunts.”

Faith closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.  This was a nightmare!  It was making last summer look like a holiday compared to what lay ahead of her.

Chapter 5

“But why do they want me?” asked Faith as her mother drove the car to deliver her to her first buyer.  The final price had been seventeen thousand dollars.  “I mean, they don’t even know me.”

“Oh, they know more about you than you might think.  I’m always bragging about you.”  Jill smiled warmly at her daughter.  “And I know the Simses contacted the Philpotts to learn more about you.  All of our club friends know that Jessica gave you to Tom for Christmas.  I’m sure she gave you a rave review.”

Faith groaned as she learned that she had become the talk within the club.  Now she was sure that they all thought she was a slut.

“And then there’s the website,” Jill went on.  “How could anyone who saw you not want to own you.  You’re delectable and so ripe for the picking.”  This comment brought a blush to Faith’s cheeks.  She was ripe for the picking?

“Do you know what I should expect with the Simses?”

“I think you should expect a lot of fun and excitement and a lot of very good sex.  They are both excellent lovers.”

“You have sex with them too?” asked Faith in amazement.

“Of course, sweetie,” replied Jill, surprised at her daughter’s question.  “Whenever I can.  I think they’re my favorites; outside of your father and now you of course.  And I’ll even sub to them.  I rarely am submissive to anyone but I will be for them any time that they want to dominate me.”

“Wow!” gasped Faith.  It just kept getting crazier and crazier.

“I think you’ll have a ball,” Jill started up again.  “In a way, I’m kind of jealous.  Maybe I’ll have to start my own website.”

Faith just shook her head and remained silent.  They finally arrived at the home of the Simses.  Faith had worn a simple smock for the ride and Jill quickly dispatched that and threw it back into the car.  Then Jill led a blushing Faith up the front steps to meet the total strangers who had just bought her.

“Here’s my beautiful slave girl,” Phil Sims remarked as he opened the front door.  What was remarkable to Faith, though, was that he was looking at and talking to her mother.  “Come in and bring your package.  You can leave your clothes on the hallway table and then we’ll talk.”

“Yes, Master,” said Jill with a soft smile.  She nudged Faith forward past Phil whose eyes were roaming over the naked girl.

“Such a delicious little package you have brought us, girl,” said Barbara Sims.  She was standing just inside the door and stopped Faith, placing her hands on Faith’s shoulders and holding her in place.

“I hope you like what I brought you, Mistress,” said Jill as she slipped out of her clothes.  She tugged her shirt off and laid it on the table.  She pulled her shorts and panties down her legs together and put them with her top.  She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra before slipping out of her sandals to stand naked before Phil and Barbara.

While Jill was undressing, Barbara had claimed Faith’s breasts.  Jill turned to face her occasional master and mistress and saw Barbara bouncing her daughter’s full orbs in her hands.  Faith was blushing furiously.

“We’ve heard a lot about you, pet,” Barbara said to Faith.  “It’s so good to finally own you.  We have been looking forward to this day.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Faith.  She wasn’t sure if that was the right response but she couldn’t come up with anything better.

“We sure have,” added Phil as he squeezed Faith’s bottom cheeks with one of his hands.  Faith noticed that her mother was no longer standing by her clothes.  She turned her head and saw that Jill was on her knees and was leaning forward to suck on Phil’s cock which she had fished out of his trousers.

Faith was flabbergasted.  She had seen her mother naked before plenty of times and even having sex with Dad.  And she had seen Jill have sex with another woman before.  But even though her mother had told her that she had sex with other men, she had never witnessed it before.  Now she watched as the substantial shaft glided deep into Jill’s mouth.

“Isn’t she beautiful when she does that?” whispered Barbara into Faith’s ear as she maintained her grip on the girl’s breasts.  Faith simply nodded her response silently as she watched the unbelievable act before her.

“She’s preparing your new master for you,” whispered Barbara.  Her thumbs were now stroking along the smooth soft swells of the glorious orbs that she held, occasionally brushing across a nipple.  “Isn’t that exciting?”

Faith had no idea how to reply to that question.  She didn’t feel all that excited but she had to admit that it was very erotic to watch her mother suck the man’s cock.  She simply nodded her response again.

Jill was surprised at what was going on.  Lately, she was always submissive when she was with this dominant couple but she didn’t expect to be that way today.  She assumed that she would simply deliver their new slave and then leave.  Instead, she found herself naked and sucking Phil’s cock as her daughter watched and Barbara fondled her daughter.  She had to admit to herself, though, that the entire scene was so wickedly erotic.

Barbara lowered one of her hands and stroked her fingers across Faith’s bald Venus mound.  Jill had shaved her this morning and the skin was soft and smooth.  She reached lower and trailed two fingers along Faith’s labia which were already parted and slippery with her juices.  Faith would not need to be prepared at all for Phil’s cock but Barbara decided to have some fun anyways.  She wanted to see just how far Jill’s submission to them went.

“He’s ready enough, girl,” Barbara said.  “Now prepare our new girl.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Jill as Barbara gripped Faith’s shoulders and turned her girl so she was facing away from her and toward Phil and Jill.  Faith gasped as she saw her mother crawling closer and then gasped as he mother’s tongue scooped through her sex.  Barbara claimed Faith’s breasts again from behind and was stroking her fingers along the stiff nipples, toying with them.

Phil leaned against the table and watched with amusement.  He did not know that Barbara was going to do what she did, but he loved it.  They both enjoyed controlling the beautiful mother and now they would enjoy controlling both the mother and daughter.  He slowly stroked his cock as his eyes wandered over Jill’s naked form.  Then he let his eyes travel upward over the daughter’s body.  She was exquisite.  Her eyes were closed now and she was blushing.  Barbara’s fingers elongated Faith’s breasts as she squeezed.  He could tell how bountiful and firm they were.  Faith’s face was stunningly beautiful and her narrow waist and flaring hips gave her a look of feminine perfection.  He was looking forward to spearing into her body.

This mother/daughter set might be the answer to an issue that had perplexed them in the past.  Both he and Barbara were dominant.  But they had never had subs of their own.  There were very few male subs in the group and none that excited them sufficiently to claim them.  So claiming a sub couple had not worked for them.  And the math of the pairings during club events never seemed to work out if they tried to claim two wives.  But the mother/daughter set would be perfect.  He started to plan to purchase Faith one more time during the summer.  And he would arrange to either borrow or buy Jill for the same week.  It would be expensive, he knew, but it would be the experience of a lifetime.  It would be their opportunity to live out several fantasies at once.

“She should be ready enough for me now,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” Jill responded.  Her tongue had been curled and she was knifing into Faith’s honey pot.  But she stopped immediately at Phil’s words and backed away, settling her bottom on her heels.

Barbara led Faith to the table and moved Jill’s clothes to the landing.  She had Faith face the table and rest her hands on the surface.  This left Faith staring into a mirror that hung on the wall above the table.

“Oh god,” thought Faith as she saw her reflection.  She could also see the two clothed dominants behind her.  And she saw her mother being helped to her feet by Mrs. Sims who placed Jill in front of her and claimed Jill’s breasts just like she had just been doing with Faith.  All three of them could see her now.  It was embarrassing to see the three sets of eyes upon her.  And she realized that they were still in the front hallway.  Who has sex in a hall?

Phil stepped behind her and swiped the tip of his cock up and down a few times, enjoying the slippery wetness.  Then he had another idea that was inspired by what his wife had just done with Jill a little earlier.

“I need the other girl here to assist me.”

“Go to your master, pet,” said Barbara.  “And then return to me when he is finished with you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Jill.

“Guide me into the girl,” Phil told Jill.  Phil assumed that Jill would balk or at least be humiliated at having to assist him in the fucking of her daughter.  But, while he knew her pretty well, he did not quite understand how decadent she really was.  She did not find the job distasteful at all.  Instead, she was thrilled to be able to steer the spear tip to the warm tunnel of Faith’s awaiting sex.  It would let her witness, up close, the claiming of a slave by a master.

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and once again the head was swiped between the wet folds of Faith’s sex.  Faith shuddered and saw herself blush as she realized her mother was now guiding the cock that was about to penetrate her.  Mr. Sims was watching her reaction and smiling at the humiliation of the girl whose hips he held.  Mrs. Sims was watching her reaction and enjoying the rosy blush of the perfect girl who was about to be fucked by her husband.

Phil crouched his knees a bit to let Jill get the right angle.  He inched forward a bit as Jill positioned the head of his cock.  Then, as he straightened up again, the cock slid into their new slave until it was completely embedded in her.  Faith moaned as it pushed its way into her body and then gasped and rose up onto her toes once it was fully seated.

“Go back to your mistress, girl,” he told Jill.

“Yes, Master,” replied Jill.  She was disappointed that she would not be able to stay and watch, close up, the intimate act.  But she obediently rose to her feet and went back to Barbara, repositioning herself as she had been before.  Barbara immediately reclaimed Jill’s breasts and then all three of them watched Faith’s reactions in the mirror as Phil pounded in and out of the girl.

“Our new girl looks delightful,” whispered Barbara as she played with Jill’s nipples and watched Faith being fucked by her husband.  “But you’ll always be my prized possession, pet.”

Jill felt erotic thrills rushing through her body at all of the stimulation.  Everything about the scene was highly arousing to her.  Watching Faith being taken by Phil, the surprise claiming of herself by the couple, being naked and controlled by Barbara, and now the older woman toying with her sensitive nipples was all combining to overheat her.  She was close to a climax of her own.

The Simses were older than her.  Phil was in her early fifties and Barbara was forty nine.  They were both, however, youthful in their appearances and their behaviors.  Jill was highly attracted to both of them and loved it when they assumed control of her.  And they were both wonderful lovers which she also loved about them.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Jill whispered back.

Faith’s breathing was becoming ragged.  She had dropped her head and groaned but Phil grasped her hair and pulled her head back up to force her to watch herself in the mirror.  His other hand moved from breast to breast, toying with them as he continued to piston in and out of her body.

Phil sensed that Faith was close to orgasm.  He was too.  He continued to pound into her but he was going to time his release to hers.  “Look at the beautiful slave that I now own,” he whispered into her ear.

“Ohhhhhh!!!” Faith gasped.  Her orgasm struck her as she heard her master’s words.  Phil erupted inside her body a moment later.  Jill was not far behind.  Once everyone had settled down, Barbara had Jill clean her husbands cock with her mouth, which she tucked back into his pants once she was finished.

“Dear, could you take our new slave into the living room?” Phil asked.  “I am going to send our other girl on her way now.”

“Yes, dear,” replied Barbara.  Then she smiled at Faith.  Come, girl.  And try not to drip on the carpet.”  Faith’s face erupted in crimson at the instruction as she felt the master’s seed dripping down her thighs already.

Once the two had left the hallway, Phil turned the still naked Jill to face him.  “We are going to buy the girl again this summer. And we intend to buy you for that week also.”

Jill blinked.  “Master?”

“Yes,” he nodded.  He now had her nipples captured between his thumb and fingers and he was rolling them back and forth.  “We will be buying you for that week also.”

“You will be able to see by our bid later tonight which week we want her,” he continued.  “Clear your calendar for that week.  We will be claiming you too.”

Jill thought that was a little presumptuous.  But her body was betraying her as Phil’s boldness and domination sent wicked erotic thrills through her.  She never would have believed that submission could be so arousing to her.

“Yes, Master,” replied Jill as she closed her eyes submissively.

Phil used Jill’s nipples as handles to pull her toward him.  He kissed her passionately and then released her nipples.  He gave her a hard swat on the ass.  “You may get dressed now.  We will send the first pictures tonight.  And our new bid will be posted later in the day.”

Chapter 6

“How did it go?” asked Jack once Jill got home again.  “That took a lot longer than I expected.  Were there problems?”

“Noooooo!” keened Jill who was still highly sexually charged from the visit.  “No problems at all.”

She went on to describe the delivery of Faith to her new owners and how they had claimed her in addition for a few hours.  Then she gave him a moment by moment account of what had happened.

“Oh, it was so thrilling,” she said as she took a break from her description at one point.  “I was on the verge of orgasm the entire time.”

Then she told him about the closing conversation with Phil and how he said he would be buying Faith again.  “And he said he was buying me for that week too.”

Jack smiled.  “And how did that make you feel?”

“I almost climaxed again on the spot.”

Jack laughed.  “This is a new side to you.  I think I like it.  I may have to take advantage of having two slave girls in the house.  But how does your sale work?”

“He said he would be placing a new bid on Faith later today.  I was to understand that the price included me and that I was to clear my calendar for that week.”

“And are you okay with that?” asked Jack.

“Mmmmm, yes,” cooed Jill.  “I’m more than okay with it.  I don’t know what it is about that pair, but they just turn me liquid inside.”

“Let’s take advantage of that liquid state, then,” said Jack.  “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Last one there’s a rotten egg,” laughed Jill as she darted up the stairs, tossing off her clothes as she ran.

They made love.  No, they fucked.  There was an animal intensity to their sex and they rolled around in bed until they were sweaty and exhausted.

“I guess I’ll have to make other plans for that week,” said Tom as they cuddled together afterward.  “Maybe I’ll borrow Jessica for part of the week.  I wonder who else I could get.”

“Hey, let’s go check the website,” said Jill as she remembered that pictures were going to be emailed to her for posting on the website.  They went together, naked, back down to the den and sat as Jill logged into her email.  An email from Phil had dozens of pictures attached.

“Well that one sure isn’t going on the website,” said Jill as she opened the first one.  It showed her sucking on Phil’s cock to get him ready for Faith.

“That one’s not going up either,” she said about the second one.  It showed Jill’s face buried between Faith’s thighs as Barbara played with Faith’s breasts.  “I wonder who took these.  I didn’t even see a camera.”

“Nope,” she commented on the third one.  Jill was kneeling and aiming Phil’s cock into her daughter’s sex.

“Ooooo, this is a good one!”  In this picture, Phil was holding Faith’s hair, forcing her to look into the mirror with his cock partially buried in her sex.

That one and all of the rest were loaded onto the website.  They showed Faith in a variety of exciting poses.  She was kneeling before Phil and Barbara in one.  She was bound, straddling the horse in another.  She was being fucked again by Phil and another one showed Barbara fucking her ass with a strap-on.  She was giving Phil a blow job.  She was eating Barbara’s pussy.  In yet another, she was bound to an X-shaped cross and Barbara was holding a flogger.  Faith’s breasts were a bright pink indicating that they had been the target of the flogger.  The final one showed Faith kneeling in a cage with nothing but a bowl of water and a blanket.

“Looks like our girl is having a fun time,” commented Jack.

“I’ll bet the cage was a surprise to her, though,” said Jill.

“Let’s see if they have picked a week yet,” said Jack.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Jill.  She clicked on the Schedule button.

Jill gasped immediately as soon as the screen appeared.  The bid for week eight stood at fifty thousand dollars, far exceeding any other bid for any week.

“Nobody’s going to top that one,” Jill said.  “I guess I better clear my calendar.”

“So you’re going through with this?” asked Jack.

“You bet,” replied Jill.  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.  I’ll talk to Tom and Jessica to arrange a little fuck bunny for you for that week.”

As her parents were looking at her pictures and the latest bid for her body, Faith was curled up on her blanket, shaking her head in disbelief.  She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

The sex was good.  It was very, very good, in fact.  Her mother had been right about the Simses being very good lovers.  Even when she wasn’t being fucked, they had kept her highly aroused and bordering on the edge of orgasm.

But was she really going to be owned by a series of fifty somethings for the summer?  She couldn’t believe that she was going to be owned at all but she already knew that she would be.  Each week already had multiple bids for her body.  But that just didn’t seem fair to her.

And she couldn’t believe that more lewd pictures of her would be added to the site as the summer went on.  That, she thought, was really degrading.  She would have to talk to her parents on Saturday to see if she could at least stop the photo album or gallery as her mother called it.

The day had been a short one.  She had been delivered to her new owners at three o’clock.  Her mother had stayed until five or six.  And then she had endured a seemingly endless stream of indignities as she was fucked and whipped and forced to sit on the horse.

She was only on the horse for about five minutes.  But that was painful enough.  They had bound her wrists behind her and they had bound her ankles to the sides of the horse.  Then they had raised her wrists behind her back, forcing her to lean forward because of the strain.  This resulted in her sex supporting all of her weight on the cruel, tapered top of the horse.  And it felt like her clit was being crushed against the wooden beam.

If they could accomplish all of this in a few short hours, what would happen to her if they had a whole day available to use her as their sexual plaything.  She shuddered as she tried to imagine the degradations that lay ahead of her.

“I think it’s time for my little fuck slave to service me again,” said Jack as he stood up from the computer.

“Watch it, buster,” replied Jill as she punched his arm playfully.  “I might submit to them but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to be enslaved by anyone else.”

He swatted her naked ass.  “Upstairs, girl.  Your master is going to use you again.”

Jill yelped but scurried out of the room and up the stairs with Jack following close behind, delivering several more spanks to the wiggling ass.

Chapter 7

Monday was much of the same for Faith.  She was frequently used throughout the day for sexual pleasure, although they were always diligent to ensure that she received at least one orgasm with each session.  Sometimes, there were multiple climaxes.

She was placed on the horse several times, each time for a longer period than the previous one.  It was midway through the day that she realized something.  They never corrected her or admonished her or gave any indication that she had done anything wrong.  But she finally realized that she was being punished.

Each time that she would hesitate at a command, she would be taken to the dreaded thing.  She would be locked onto it just like she was the first time and she would have her clit crushed as the edge dug into the tender petals of her sex.  The most recent sentence was for twenty five minutes.  By the time she was released, she was sure that her sex had been ruined and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

As soon as she realized the relationship between the hesitation and the punishment, she stopped hesitating.  She quickly complied with each command, regardless of how distasteful it was to her.  She vowed to be the perfect slave girl so that she could save her clit from being crushed.

That night, as she lay in her cage, she shook her head in disbelief at how she was behaving.  She had been reduced to eating out of a dog bowl, swallowing Phil’s urine as he peed into her mouth, and reaming her owners’ assholes without hesitation.  She hoped that this experience was not scarring her for life.  She hoped that she would still have some willpower and dignity left at the end of the summer.

As she lay in her cage, Jill was standing, bent over at the waist and reviewing the latest batch of pictures that Phil had sent her.  Jack was standing behind her, idly sliding his cock in and out of his wife’s pussy, as he looked over her shoulder and watched her scroll through the pictures.

“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Jill as she got to one.  “Is that what I think it is?”

The picture showed Phil standing in front of a kneeling Faith.  His cock was soft and he was holding it with the tip only about an inch from her lips.  A stream of yellow liquid could be seen extending from the tip of his cock into her open mouth.

“He’s peeing into her mouth,” said Jack in amazement.

The next photo was obviously shot only moments later.  In this one, Phil’s cock was in her mouth and Faith had her lips wrapped around it.  Her cheeks were puffed out.  The third one from the series showed that her throat had shifted and she was obviously swallowing.  There were several more, either showing her cheeks puffed out again nor showing Faith in the act of swallowing.

“Oh my gosh,” blurted Jill as Jack continued to glide in and out of her sex.  “She’s swallowing his piss!”

“Our little girl is growing up fast,” commented Jack.  “But are you still sure that you are up to a week of slavery with them?  Somehow, I can’t picture you guzzling pee.”

“Oh, I’m sure they wouldn’t do that to me.”

Tuesday turned out to be different for Faith.  The first change was that she did not have to eat out of a bowl like a dog.  She knelt beside Barbara’s chair as the mistress fed her breakfast.  That was a very pleasant change.  She still had to endure the indignities of having her naked body stroked and caressed as her owner fed her, but it was still a huge step up in her mind.

After breakfast, she did get whipped by Barbara’s flogger.  But Faith had already determined that the floggings were not meant as punishment.  They stung a little but were not really painful.  She realized that Barbara just did this because she liked the way that Faith’s skin pinkened so nicely.  This time, it was her bottom that was turned rosy.

The next surprise was Barbara’s announcement to Phil as she was removing Faith from the cross after the flogging.  “I think I’ll take our girl for a walk today.  She could use the fresh air and exercise.”

“Have fun, dear,” replied Phil.  “I’m just going to stay here and get some work done.  It looks like a nice day, though.”

Faith was elated with the news.  It would be good to get outside.  And she was especially excited to be able to wear clothes.  She had been naked since she arrived at the house two days earlier.  But it turned out that Barbara had other ideas.  She fastened a collar around Faith’s neck and attached a leash.  Then she led her girl out the back door wearing nothing but a collar; not even shoes.

They walked for a couple of hours along little paths and over streams.  Faith had no idea where they were or even if they were still on the Sims property.  If they were, she thought, the place was huge.

They chatted as Barbara led her girl through meadows and forests.  Barbara was full of questions and Faith answered them all without hesitation, regardless of how embarrassing it was.  She was determined to avoid the dreaded horse at all costs.

“How did you first become a slave?” asked Barbara.  That story was an embarrassment but Faith quickly described how she had been hired as a governess for her two cousins the summer before and how they had captured and enslaved her.

“Governess?  How old were they at the time?”

“Fourteen, Mistress.”

“Ooooooo!  Isn’t that wickedly delicious?”

“What type of cock do you prefer?” was another question late on in the walk.  Faith had no idea how to answer that but she started talking immediately so that she couldn’t be seen as hesitating.  She finally managed to conclude that medium sized ones were her favorite.  Long ones hurt her when they hit her cervix.  Fat ones made it uncomfortable when they stretched her too much.  And small ones failed to excite her.

“And how do you like my husband’s cock?”

Faith blushed at that question.  She could not imagine that very many women in the history of the world had ever been asked that question by another woman.

“He’s a little long for me sometimes, Mistress,” was the response.  “It’s okay when he takes me from the front.  But when he takes me from behind, he hits my cervix sometimes and that hurts.”

“Yes, I know what you mean.”

“I think maybe I’m just too tiny for him, Mistress.”

They paused from time to time to sit on a rock together.  Barbara always held her girl when they did this and would caress Faith’s body and enjoy it.

“What was the most humiliating thing that you’ve experienced so far in your life as a slave?”

“Well the whole website auction thing is pretty humiliating,” Faith responded.  “But probably the most humiliating was last summer when my aunt invited my mother to see my slavery and to participate.  I thought I would die.”

“Yes, I suppose that would be pretty embarrassing.”

“What has been your biggest surprise?” was another question.

“Oh, Mistress,” replied Faith.  “There have been so many and they have all been big.  The most recent was on Sunday when I saw my mother submit to you and Master.  I have never seen her like that before.  I have only seen her as dominant.”

“She’s a precious pet to us,” said Barbara.  “Were you shocked that we had her lick you?”

“No, Mistress,” Faith responded.  “She has licked me before.  And I understood that you wanted to make sure that I was ready for Master.”

That response surprised Barbara.  She wasn’t surprised that Jill had licked her daughter.  She knew that her friend enslaved Faith from time to time.  But she was surprised at how Faith had simply taken it in stride as part of the scene.

“Well, as I said, she is a very precious pet to us,” Barbara said.  “In fact, we have bought her for a week later in the summer.”

Faith gasped.  “You bought her?  I didn’t know that she was for sale.”

“Everything is for sale at the right price, pet.”

“I have been asking all of the questions so far, girl,” said Barbara after they had walked for another ten minutes.  “I’ll shut up for a bit.  What would you like to ask me?”

Faith thought for a brief moment but didn’t want to be seen as resisting asking the question.  “Why did you buy me, Mistress?”

Barbara raised her eyebrows and stopped to see if Faith had a mocking expression on her face.  “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”

Faith opened her eyes wide at the response.  “No, Mistress.  Honest.”

“Hmmm,” said Barbara, convinced that the question had been sincere.  “Well, that answer has many parts.  First, we bought you because your master and I are complete libertines.  Do you know what that means?”

Faith nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.  I do.”  She only knew that because that was how her mother described herself.  She had looked the word up in the dictionary after her mother had used it.

“We are totally decadent,” Barbara continued.  “We love to break societal norms and owning a slave is surely breaking the norms of what is considered decent behavior.  That’s one of the reasons we belong to the club where we met your parents, too.  That is outside of the norms.”

“Second, we love to bring a second woman to our bed.  It’s such a thrill to have another soft, warm, cuddly body in bed.”

“Third, we have heard so much about you from your mother; about how you have become their slave and about some of your adventures in slavery.  We wanted to give you some additional adventures.”

“Finally, you are gorgeous.  You are the girl who everyone would want to own.  So we bought you and own you now.”

Faith blushed furiously at the last two points.  She hadn’t realized how much her mother had talked about her slavery.  And it always made her uncomfortable when people talked about how pretty she was.

“Mistress!!!” Faith whispered loudly.  “I see someone!!”

Barbara turned in the direction that Faith was looking.  “Oh, that’s Charlotte.  Let’s go say hello.”

Barbara tugged on Faith’s leash as she walked in the other person’s direction.  Faith was not about to hesitate but she was sure her mistress must be making a huge mistake.  “Mistress,” she hissed.  “I’m naked!”

Barbara chuckled.  “Yes you are, pet.  But don’t worry.  She’s just another girl.”

“Char!” called out Barbara as they drew closer.  Faith cringed as she saw the other woman turning her head in their direction.

“Hey, Barb,” replied the woman.  “What’s that ya got with ya?”

Barbara waited until they were across the fence from Charlotte before responding.  “This is my pet.  Her name is Faith.”

Faith saw the woman running her eyes over her body.  Charlotte appeared to be in her late sixties.  Her hair was white and her face was wrinkled.  She was wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt that she had torn the sleeves off of.  She held a pair of pliers in her hand and had obviously been working on the barbed wire fence that separated her from Faith and her owner.

“Nice filly ya got thar,” said Charlotte with an accent that made her sound like a hillbilly to Faith.

Barbara reached down and patted one of Faith’s bottom cheeks.  “She is.  We are enjoying owning her.”

“Come down to the gate and I’ll let you in,” said Charlotte although to Faith it sounded more like “cum don tada gittin all litcha en.”

Barbara tugged on the leash again and Faith cringed.  There was no way in her mind that this could have a good outcome.

“Glory be,” said Charlotte once she let them through the gate.  “Wouldja lookie at that.  Mighty fine filly.  We used to have some fillies.  This is until Lester passed.  Sold’em I did after he died.”

Faith remained silent.  Barbara raised her eyebrows at Charlotte’ remark.  “You owned girls?”

“Dozens, we did, over the years.  Had three of um at the end.”

“I had no idea,” said Barbara.  It was amazing what you don’t know about people, she thought.  Charlotte was her closest neighbor, even though she lived over a mile away from the house.  And she never would have guessed that Charlotte had owned slaves in the past.

“Had to sell ‘em,” said Charlotte.  “Too much upkeep.”

Charlotte reached out and grasped one of Faith’s breasts with her bony, wrinkled fingers. “Are these for real?  Is she a breeder or somefin?”

Faith gasped at the cold touch.  Barbara had to stifle a chuckle at her girl’s response but had to raise her eyebrows at the question.  “A breeder?”

“Yup, a breeder,” said Charlotte as her fingers manipulated the firm mound.  “We kep a few breeders over the years.  Lotsa work to milk ‘em.  But it uz worth it.  Good milk.”

Faith blushed at the comment.  Barbara laughed before replying.  “No, she’s not a breeder.  At least not yet.  And yes, those are for real.  She’s one hundred percent pure, natural girl flesh.”

“No way!” declared Charlotte.  She released the breast and fished a pair of glasses out of her shirt pocket.  Once she had them perched on her nose, she leaned down and inspected Faith’s breasts.  She lifted them in her bony hands as she peered at them.  Finally, she gripped the two nipples and lifted the heavy breasts, looking at the soft swells beneath.

“Glory be,” Charlotte said again.  “They is fer real, aint they?  Ya got yerself a blue ribbon one.”

Barbara laughed at that comment.  “Yes, she’s a definite keeper.”

Faith was turning all shades of crimson at this point.  And then her face took on a whole new brightness as Charlotte pried open her mouth.  The woman grasped the girl’s tongue and pulled it out.  Then she peered into the slave’s mouth, inspecting her teeth.  It was so humiliating.

“Fine chestnut mare,” said the old woman as she ran her bony fingers through Faith’s hair.  “This is the one Lester and me looked fer.  A hounds age we looked.  Wanted ta start a new line of chestnuts, we did.”

“Oh?” asked Barbara.  There seemed to be much more to her neighbor than she ever imagined.  “So you bred your girls for more than their milk?”

“Wanted to, dearie,” replied Charlotte.  “But we wanted chestnuts.  This mare woulda bin perfect.”

“If you still have your stud, we could mate him with Faith,” said Barbara.  Faith gasped and stared wide-eyed at Barbara, shocked at the suggestion.

“Aw shucks, cutie,” said Charlotte.  “He’s a bit long in da tooth now.  ‘Sides, I don’t need no colts or fillies underfoot at ma age.”

Charlotte was running her hands down Faith’s arms, squeezing the flesh occasionally.  Barbara watched as her neighbor inspected the girl so professionally.

“Lester woulda loved this un,” Charlotte said with a sigh.  “He loved the big titted ones like this.  Used ta sneak out ta the barn and sample dem when he thought I weren’t watchin’.”  She giggled.  “I knew zackly what he was up ta.”

“Hell, I used ta sneak out ta the barn too,” Charlotte giggled again.  “Nothin’ like a good filly tongue to brighten the day.”

Charlotte returned her attention to Faith’s breasts.  The cute slave looked down as the old woman held her soft mounds and glided her fingers over them.  I don’t have big tits, thought Faith to herself.

“Come over for dinner tomorrow night,” said Barbara.  “We hardly ever see you any more.  And maybe you can enjoy a little filly tongue while you are there.”

Faith blushed again at Barbara’s offer.  She couldn’t imagine being forced to service someone so old.  The image in her mind was disgusting.

Barbara finally said goodbye after the old woman agreed to dinner.  Then she led her chestnut filly off to continue their walk.  By the time they got home, they had been walking for four hours.

There were two more surprises on Tuesday for Faith.  She spent no time at all on the horse.  She had learned her lesson and always immediately obeyed.

And she spent the night in her owners’ bed instead of the cage.  She didn’t even mind that Barbara suckled on her nipples all night long.  The soft warm bed was much better than the cage, even if the constant sucking kept her aroused through the night.

Chapter 8

“It was pretty humiliating,” Faith told her parents on Saturday afternoon after Phil and Barbara returned her to her home.  “And painful too at times.”

She told them about the horse and how it dug painfully into her sex.  But she also told them how she had figured out how to avoid it.  All it took was immediate compliance and complete submission.

“What’s this about them buying you, Mom?” Faith asked.

Jill smiled brightly.  “That’s right, sweetie.  They bought both of us.”

Faith gasped at the news.  “They bought me again?”

Jill nodded.  “Yes, and we should be very flattered.  Come look at the price they are paying for us.”  Jill led Faith to the computer and brought up the website.  She saw that someone named the Randalls were going to own her next week and that they had won the bidding at fifteen thousand.  Then she gasped when she saw the bid for week eight.

“Fifty thousand?!?!!?!?”

“Yes, dear,” Jill smiled again.  “Isn’t that flattering?  Of course, that’s for both of us.  Phil made that very clear.  But it’s still a lot of money for just two girls.”

“Why would you let yourself get sold, Mom?”

Jill laughed.  “I can’t be letting you have all of the fun.  Besides, I like the Simses a lot.  They make me feel all gooey inside.”

Faith rolled her eyes.  “That’s more disclosure than I needed, Mom.”

Jill laughed again.  “Lighten up, dear.  It will be fun being slave sisters with you.  I’ve never done that before.”

Faith just shook her head and left the room.  She didn’t think she would ever understand her mother.

She had plans to go out with a girlfriend that night but the girlfriend called and cancelled.  She wasn’t feeling well.  Faith decided that was probably best.  She still needed to figure out what she would tell people when they asked what she was doing during her summer vacation.

She went to her room and logged into the website.  She shook her head again as she saw the outrageous prices that were being offered for her.  It was especially outrageous because she didn’t even know most of them.  The Philpotts still had the winning bid for week three.  Her Aunt Jane was still in the lead for week six.  She noticed that Aunt Ann was now bidding to own her for week seven and she shuddered as she thought about what her sadistic aunt might do to her.  Thankfully, Aunt Ann was not the leading bidder but Faith knew that could change in an instant.

She had no idea who all of these other people were.  It boggled her mind that they would offer so much money for her.  But then again, she thought, the whole summer boggled her mind.  This was crazy!

She was delivered to the Randall home on Sunday.  The couple was in their early thirties and didn’t seem to have much experience with domination and submission.  They fastened a metal band around her waist and her wrist cuffs were attached to that.  She was kept like that the entire week and was simply used for sex.

The Philpotts were outbid for week three and were now the high bidder for week four.  Faith was delivered to the Wright household for her third week of slavery.  They were both in their late forties and seemed like a nice couple.  But they had not bought her for themselves.  Instead, they had bought her for their twenty year old son who was also home for the summer.  She spent that week naked and again was simply a sexual plaything.

The Philpotts were outbid for week four and Faith was delivered to another couple who she had not met before.  Paul and Elizabeth Waxwing were new to the club and Faith’s father told her that Elizabeth was a great fuck.  Paul was twenty seven and was very handsome.  Elizabeth was twenty four, only a few years older than Faith, and was strikingly beautiful.

Faith had hoped for a more normal week once she met the young couple.  But this week was far from normal.  In fact, it turned out to be the most humiliating experience of her life.

“Do you want to fuck the bitch before we put her in the kennels?” Elizabeth asked.  Faith was insulted at being referred to as a bitch but she knew better than to say anything at this point.

“No,” he replied.  “I don’t fuck bitches.  Collar her and we’ll take her out there.”  Again, Faith was insulted but again she kept her opinion to herself.

Elizabeth wrapped a brown leather collar around the slave’s neck and then attached the leash.  She handed the leash to her husband and then grabbed the camera.  Oh, no, thought Faith; more pictures.

“Heel, girl,” said Paul.  “Down on all fours.”  Obediently, Faith dropped to her hands and knees and followed Paul as he led her outside.  Elizabeth followed and snapped pictures as she watched the perfect butt wiggling and the delicious breasts swaying beneath the girl.

They stopped at an empty cage at the back of the house.  “Here Winston,” called Paul.  Then he whistled.  A Great Dane pushed his head through the swinging door at the back of the kennels and then bounded out to greet his master.

“Here’s your new bitch, boy,” said Paul.

“NOOOO!!!!” shrieked Faith as she realized what was about to happen.  She pulled back, struggling against the leash as Elizabeth continued to record her fate with the camera.

“NOOOOO!” she wailed as Paul pulled hard on the leash.  Faith turned out to be no match for the larger, stronger male and he easily got her into the cage with the brute of a dog.

“Enjoy her, boy,” said Paul as he turned to walk away after locking the cage door.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” shrieked Faith again as she cowered away from the dog that was salivating as it stared at her.

“I’m going to stick around and get some pictures,” said Elizabeth.  Then she turned to Faith.  “We’ll muzzle you if we have to.  So keep quiet.”

The dog approached the whimpering Faith and was sniffing around her, pressing his cold nose to her at times.  She clamped her legs together to protect her modesty as best she could but she still felt his cold nose touching her in places that should never be touched by a dog.

Elizabeth dragged a lawn chair over and sat down to watch.  She wondered how long it would take Winston to claim his new mate.  This should be fun, she thought.

Faith tried to stand up, thinking she would be better able to defend herself that way.  But the kennel was not tall enough and she was left crouched over.  This meant that she was a little off balance and it was an easy job for Winston to knock her down.  After doing that several times, he grew tired of the game and finally held her down by gripping Faith’s neck in his massive jaws.  Faith was terrified.

When Faith tried to move again, Winston tightened his grip and growled.  Faith felt her blood run cold and stopped all attempts to escape.

The dog released his grip and then growled again each time she tried to move.  After a few growls, she stopped all movement and just trembled with fear and dread.

Winston moved behind his bitch and Faith felt the cold nose, this time at her sex.  Before long, she felt a long raspy tongue lapping at her sex and shuddered again.  The dog moved over her, holding her in place tightly with his forelegs.  She groaned as she felt his hot cock touch her petals and then felt the massive shaft thrust deep into her womb.

Click.  Click.  Click.  Faith heard the camera clicking away and saw that Elizabeth had gotten up from her chair to get better camera angles.  Click.  Click.  Click.  The camera kept recording Winston’s claiming of his new bitch.

“Oh, look,” Jill said to her husband that night as she went through the pictures that had arrived in her email.  “Our little girl has gotten into bestiality.”

Jack was standing behind his wife and fucking her as he watched the pictures flash across the screen.  “Seems like such a waste of a perfectly good slave girl if you ask me.”

Chapter 9

The Philpotts finally won the bidding in week five.  Faith never imagined that she would look forward to a week of slavery but she was very much looking forward to this week.  For one thing, they were familiar faces.  After being owned by so many strangers, that alone was welcome.

And she did still have that teenage crush on Mr. Philpott.  He was so handsome as far as she was concerned.  And the best part was that they did not own a dog.

Her week with the Waxwings had been positively horrifying.  She was kept in the kennel almost the entire week.  The only times she was brought out was when Elizabeth would bathe Winston and her.  She would bring out Winston first and hose him down.  Then she would lather up his coat before rinsing him off.

Then Winston would go back into the cage and Faith would be brought out to receive the same treatment.  The only difference was that Elizabeth would lift her skirt after bathing Faith and have Faith lick her to orgasm.

She ate what Winston ate.  She was forced by the big dog to sleep cuddled up next to him.  And he seemed to have a never-ending libido.  He fucked her up to ten times a day.  The entire ordeal was horrible.  She just hoped that it did not scar her for life.

But now, she was actually looking forward to spending a week as Tom’s and Jessica’s slave.  It would be an almost carefree week and she was sure that there would be lots of sex.  That was fine with her.  She still swooned whenever she saw Tom.  And she thought that Jessica was adorable.  It was too bad that they had to part with eighteen thousand dollars of their hard-earned money.  Maybe she could pay them back at a later date by being their slave for free for a week.

Delivery for this week was simple.  A pair of handcuffs and a leash and collar was all that was needed.  As soon as Jill was sure that nobody was watching, she walked a naked slave girl through the yards to present her to her new owners.

“I was rereading the rules for Faith this morning,” Jessica said to Jill as Faith stood nearby.

“And what did my little pet find?” asked Jill as she slowly pulled Jessica’s top over her head and tossed it aside.  Faith shook her head in disbelief at the crazy world she found herself in.  Jessica owned Faith.  Jill acted as if they owned Jessica.  The Simses acted as if they owned Jill.  Faith was the only constant these days.  Everybody owned her, it seemed.

Jill removed Jessica’s bra and Faith watched as her mother claimed the bountiful breasts and lifted them.

Jessica blushed as Jill unexpectedly bared her chest.  “Well, it doesn’t say anything about taking her places.  The club meets this week.  Can we take her there?”

“Of course,” replied Jill as she gripped Jessica’s nipples and lifted the heavy orbs.  “That’s a wonderful idea.  It might even get more people into donating to the scholarship fund.”

Jessica giggled.  “Hehe.  Yeah.  Scholarship fund.  Right.”

“Well, that’s what it is,” said Jill as she spanked each of the breasts, sending them bouncing on Jessica’s chest.  “And don’t ever mock your mistress.”

Jessica cast her eyes down.  “Sorry, Mistress.”

Jill leaned down and kissed each of the punished orbs.  “That’s better, pet.”  Then she kissed Jessica on the lips as her hands worked on Jessica’s shorts, leaving Faith’s new owner naked and blushing.

“You have fun with your new girl, pet,” said Jill as she let herself back out the door.  “And we’re looking forward to having you tomorrow night.”

“Well, no sense in bothering to get dressed at this point,” giggled Jessica after Jill had left.  “I’ll just end up taking it off again when I start playing with my girl.”

Faith giggled too.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“Come up to the bedroom, little one,” said Jessica.  “I have a present for you.”  Faith followed her naked owner and watched the shapely form move elegantly through the house and up the stairs.  They ended up in the master bedroom and Jessica opened a drawer, pulling out the same steel shackles and collar that Faith had worn on Christmas day.

“I had a chance to get it engraved,” she said.  “What do you think?”  She held the collar up for Faith to see.

It was engraved with ornate script and read:

Faith

Philpott Property

“It’s lovely, Mistress.”

“Yes, I think it came out nicely.”

“Mistress, may I ask a question?” asked Faith as Jessica busied herself fastening the shackles around her ankles and wrists and then attaching the collar.

“Of course you may, girl.”

“My mom said something about seeing you tomorrow night?  What’s that all about?  Is that the club meeting?”

“Oh that,” replied Jessica as she continued to click the steel rings shut, locking them.  “It’s something I promised to do for your mom over a month ago.”

“She’s having a party tomorrow night.  I said I would help.  I had no idea that I would end up owning you this week.  And Tom’s out of town to boot.”

“This was not the best week for us to buy you,” Jessica continued.  “But we kept getting outbid for the last two weeks.  But don’t worry.  I’m taking you too so you won’t be lonely.  We can both help.”

“What are we going to do?” asked Faith.

“Get fucked, I think,” giggled Jessica as she went to the closet.  She pulled out a hanger with some clothes on.  “This is the outfit your mom got me for tomorrow night.  So judging by this, she planned on me being a fuck toy by the end of the night.”

Faith’s eyes opened wide as she looked at the outfit.  There was not much material on the hanger.  It was obviously supposed to be a French maid costume but it was so scant that Jessica was sure to be nearly naked when wearing it.

Jessica put the hanger back in the closet.  “Your mom’s getting you an outfit too.  Come along my pretty girl.  I’m worked up just thinking about it.  You have to settle me down.”

Jessica led Faith out of the bedroom and then stopped in the middle of the hall.  “Wait!!!  What am I thinking?  Come back in here.”  Then she led Faith back into her bedroom and lay down in the bed, spreading her legs wide.

“Do your magic, pretty girl.”

Faith looked across the naked body, seeing again how beautiful Mrs. Philpott was.  She shrugged her shoulders and then climbed onto the bed between her mistress’ legs.  Quickly, her tongue went to work and she brought Jessica to a series of three orgasms.

“When are we going to eat, Mistress?” asked Faith as they lay together cuddling.  “I’m getting hungry.  When does Master get home?”

“Oh, he’s already gone until Wednesday,” replied Jessica.  “But you’re right.  We need to eat.  Can you cook?”

“Do you have something I can boil?” asked Faith.

“Never mind.  I’ll cook.  Come keep me company.”

Jessica was not a demanding mistress so it was a nice change of pace for Faith.  They ate dinner.  They drank wine.  They watched a movie.  Both girls remained naked for the evening and the only way to distinguish mistress from slave what that one of them had a lot of steel circling body parts.

At bedtime, it was Jessica’s turn to provide pleasure.  She did this with her tongue and the largest dildo that Faith had ever seen.  It was a fat, flexible, long black tube in the shape of a cock and it even had a handle at the end.  It was so flexible that Faith was not convinced it would even stay inside of her.  But it did.  And that dildo, accompanied by Jessica’s tongue, brought Faith to a pair of very satisfying orgasms.  The two of them slept soundly with their limbs intertwined throughout the night

Monday was an orgasmic haze as the two girls continued to feast on one another.  By the time they took their nap in the early afternoon, dildos and vibrators were scattered across the bed and night stand.

“Here are my lovely girls,” Faith heard her mother’s voice as she was awakened from the nap.  Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed and was stroking each girl’s naked hip.  “Are you two ready for an exciting evening?”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Jessica for the both of them.  “Is it time to start getting ready?”

“You two have an hour until I need you,” said Jill.  “I just brought Faith’s outfit over.”  Faith lifted her head and saw the skimpy little set of clothes, identical to the ones Jessica had shown her the day before.

The two nudes got out of bed and showered together.  They did each other’s hair and then they each applied their own makeup.  It was one of the rare times that Faith had seen Jessica wear any makeup at all, although each of them only applied a modest amount.  Finally, they were ready for their costumes.

“I might need to go home for a minute to get some panties and a bra that will work with these,” said Faith as she held up the hanger with the tiny outfit.  She wasn’t sure what kind of underwear she had that would even work.

Jessica giggled.  “You won’t be needing those.  Jill said no underwear.”

Faith gasped at the words and then looked back at the costume.  “You gotta be kidding.  We’ll be positively indecent.”

“Nope,” replied Jessica.  “Got it straight from the mistress’ mouth.  And I think that indecent is the look she’s after.”  She had already slipped into the garter belt and was sliding one of her stockings up her shapely leg.

“Well if that’s what she’s after, she sure got it,” remarked Faith as she put on her own garter belt.

Jessica giggled again.  “Yep.  I think that’s the whole idea.  Remember, I told you that I figured we’d be fuck toys by the end of the night.  I figured she just didn’t want any undergarments to get in the way of her guests.”

Faith furrowed her brow at the comment.  Her stockings were on and clipped to the belt.  Now she was sliding her skirt up her legs.  “I think she got me the wrong size.”

Jessica walked over to Faith and slipped a finger into Faith’s waistband.  “It seems like the right size to me.”

“It’s too short,” said Faith.  This brought another burst of giggles out of Jessica.

“I think that’s for advertising purposes.”

Faith groaned at the response.  The skirt actually was indecent.  It barely covered her pussy and would completely expose her bottom every time she bent over.  Even gentle movements were likely to result in naked flesh being exposed.  “How many people will be there?”

“Twenty,” replied Jessica as she adjusted her blouse.  “Ten couples.”

Faith groaned again at the news.  “Will I know any of them?”

“Hmmmm,” Jessica pondered.  “I doubt it.  They’re all from the club so I know them all but I don’t think you do.  One of the couples was winning in the bidding for one of your upcoming weeks, though, the last I saw.  So you might get to know them real well real soon.”

The two scantily clad girls made their way through the yards to report for duty.  Jill met them at the door.  She was wearing an elegant black cocktail dress and Faith thought she looked beautiful.

“Okay,” she smiled.  “You two are just adorable.  Turn for me.”  Each of the girls did a slow pirouette and then turned back to face Jill.  “You’re simply delicious.  I know the guests will love you.”

“Or lust us,” grumbled Faith under her breath.

“Okay,” the guests should be arriving in about thirty minutes,” Jill went on, ignoring her daughter’s complaint.  “It’s just heavy hors d’oevres and drinks.  The caterer is in the kitchen.  And we have a bartender.  Your job will be to circulate and make sure everybody gets enough to eat and drink.”

She smiled again as she drank in the sight of the two beauties who stood before her.  They really did look adorable.  And they looked so available.  The short skirts would do nothing to protect their modesty.  And the low cut tops exposed a lot of cleavage.  Plus, it should be easy to scoop out a breast if one of the guests so chose.

Jessica and Faith went into the kitchen and talked to the caterer to find out how she planned to make things available.  The caterer’s eyes practically popped out of her head when she saw the two scantily clad beauties.  They prepared their trays with napkins and toothpicks.  Then they went to meet the bartender who was practically drooling as he ogled the pair.

The guests arrived and mingled in small groups in the living room and den.  The two French maids circulated among them.  They were kept very busy as they delivered drinks and food and Faith had no idea how Jessica would have been able to do this by herself.  Even with two of them, they were in constant motion.

Everything was relatively normal for the first thirty minutes although there were frequent racy comments or off-color jokes.  Things changed quickly after that.

“I think this one is in danger of falling out of her top,” said one of the women who was holding Jessica by the wrist.  “It’s making me nervous.”

“Then go ahead and release them now,” said one of the men.  “Then you won’t have to worry about them falling out.”

“Good idea,” smiled the woman.  Then she reached up and tugged on the scooping neckline of Jessica’s top, stretching it to each side until her breasts were exposed.  When the woman released the material, the neckline pushed the two mounds together and lifted them slightly but left them completely available for viewing.

“Much better,” said the woman.

“Oh, I seem to have dropped a toothpick,” another woman said to Faith.  “Be a dear and pick it up for me.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Faith replied. She looked down and then bent down to pick it up.  As soon as she was bent over, however, she felt the woman place one hand in the middle of her back.  The other hand started caressing Faith’s ass which had become exposed by her skirt riding up.

“Lovely girls you have here, Jill,” said the woman as she ran a finger between Faith’s bottom cheeks, causing her to tremble slightly.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying them, Grace,” replied Jill.  “They’re on the menu too if you’re interested.”

“Delightful,” Grace responded.  “I think I might have a taste.”  Faith was led into the dining room where the woman relieved her of her clothes.  Jill came along and cleared the centerpiece off the table.  And then Faith was installed as the new centerpiece.

Faith noticed that she was not blushing this time.  She guessed that being naked and sold and used so much must have affected her sense of modesty.  She didn’t even blush as Grace leaned down and started scooping her tongue through Faith’s already wet folds.

“Delicious!” Grace declared.  “And she comes pre-marinated with a wonderful juice.”

Jill smiled.  “Yes, isn’t she delightful?  I frequently snack on her whenever I can.”

The party quickly became an orgy after that with the two girls as the star attractions.  People wandered into the dining room and started feasting on Faith’s breasts.  After Grace was done snacking, Faith was pulled to one end of the table with her head bent back and Grace’s pussy at her lips.  After she gave Grace an orgasm, she was pulled to the other end of the table with her butt perched on the edge and her legs being held up and wide apart as one of the male guests fucked her.

A naked Jessica was eventually deposited on the table with her and the two were slid back and forth so their mouths could be used at one end of the table and their pussies and assholes at the other end.

Everyone was naked at this point and the entire house was filled with the sounds of partygoers rutting.  Someone grabbed Faith’s wrist and pulled her to her feet.  He took her into the living room where he wanted to fuck her with another male. 

She was amazed at the sight that met her eyes.  Her naked father was fucking a woman who she had never met before.  Her mother was straddling a male and riding his cock up and down as another male pounded his cock in and out of her ass.  The entire house was filled with decadence.

The man lay down on the floor next to the one her mother was fucking and then settled Faith onto his cock.  A second male soon filled her rectum and mother and daughter knelt beside each other being double-fucked.

Jill twisted her body and leaned over, kissing Faith as the cocks slid in and out of both of them.  The kiss turned passionate and Jill claimed Faith’s breasts, squeezing them.

By the end of the evening, it felt like she had been fucked by everyone.  Even the bartender had sampled her charms.

“Wow!” exclaimed Jessica as she held Faith in her arms once the evening was over.  They were back in the Philpott home and were naked together in bed.  “That was wild!”

“Sure was,” agreed Faith.  “I can’t believe this club of yours.  Is this what I should expect on Thursday night?”

“I don’t think so,” said Jessica.  “It can get a little wild at the club gatherings.  But usually they take it into private rooms.  I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

To be continued

Chapter 10

The bids for the remaining week took a jump after the Monday night party.  It seemed that more people wanted to enjoy more of that tight body that was being sold.  They jumped again after the Thursday night club event.  For the remaining eight weeks of the summer, the lowest bid was close to twenty five thousand dollars.  The only week that did not increase was week eight where the high bid was still fifty thousand.

“It looks like the scholarship fund is going to exceed three hundred thousand dollars by the end of the summer, dear,” said Jill as she drove Faith down the highway.  Faith was being delivered to her Aunt Jane who had succeeded in winning the bidding for week six with a bid of thirty thousand dollars.

“Can we stop now, then?” asked Faith.  “I don’t need nearly that much money for school.”

“Oh no, sweetie,” replied Jill.  “We can’t stop now.  This is your summer employment.  And just think of all of the other boys and girls you’ll be helping when the remainder is donated to your school’s scholarship fund.  You are doing a lot of good for a lot of people.  I’m very proud of my baby.”

Faith shook her head in disbelief once again.  It didn’t feel like she was doing a lot of good.  It didn’t feel like something that someone should be proud of.  It just felt like she was getting her brains fucked out all summer long.

Her cousins were delighted to see her.  Cinny and Linny squealed and each jumped up to give her a hug and a kiss.  And within seconds, they had her stripped naked.  Then they took her into the house to show their mom.

“There’s my beautiful girl,” smiled Aunt Jane.  She encircled the naked girl with her arms and gave her a big hug.  “I see that the twins have already gotten to work on you.”

Faith blushed and nodded.  “Yes, Aunt Jane.  I had barely gotten out of the car before they had me stripped.”

Jill laughed.  “They were pretty fast.  Now I see how they were able to capture my daughter last summer.”

“Yeah, they work pretty fast,” agreed Jane.  “The other one they caught should be here soon too.”

“Good, I haven’t met her yet,” said Jill.

“She’s beautiful,” smiled Jane.  “And her mother’s divine.  She’s mine.”

“That’s right,” nodded Jill.  “I had forgotten that.  So you still own her?  You don’t usually keep girls that long.”

“Yes,” replied Jane.  “I still own her; pretty completely most of the time and total ownership when I summon her here.  And when she gets here to deliver her daughter, you’ll see why I still own her.”

“So what do you have planned for my baby girl this week?” asked Jill.

“Oh, she’ll have lots of excitement.  I plan to share her a bit.  My new girl’s husband has been very good about sharing his wife.  He was a little shocked at first that I own Heather now but we’ve worked out an arrangement now that keeps him satisfied.  I’ll be loaning Faith to him for part of the week.

Faith gasped when she heard that she was going to be loaned to someone.  She had met John at the end of the previous summer but he was still a virtual stranger to her.  And he seemed like he was three times her age.

“Is that part of the arrangement?” asked Jill.

“Yes,” nodded Jane.  “He has free access to any of my girls.  In exchange, I can claim Heather whenever I want.  He met Faith last year and has been dying for her to become my girl again.  I’ll ship your daughter to him tomorrow and then reclaim her later in the week.”

“He’s going to be a very happy man, I’m sure,” smiled Jill.  “I’ve been hearing rave reviews from her buyers.  Have you shown him any of the pictures from the website?”

“Oh yes,” replied Jane.  “He came over yesterday afternoon as soon as I learned that I had won the bidding for her for this week.  We went through a lot of them together.  I like how you’ve done the cross referencing.”

“Oh, that became a necessity after we got above five hundred pictures,” commented Jill.  “We started with just one page with all the pictures.  That soon became cumbersome.  Then we organized them by week but we had two weeks with over two hundred pictures each.”

This drew another gasp from Faith.  She had given up on reviewing the photo album weeks earlier.  It was just too humiliating to relive those experiences.  But two weeks with over two hundred pictures each?

“So now you can sort by subject,” Jill concluded.  Now there was a string of buttons along one side of the web page that let the viewer pick a theme.  All of the pictures that included that theme them would be presented to the viewer.  The options included Fucking, Anal, Lesbian, Threesome, Bondage, Whips, Other Torture, Water Sports, Masturbation, and Bestiality.  Faith determined that she would have to go back to the website next weekend to see what they were talking about.

“Yes, I love it,” Jane said.  “You can have Heather for the night, by the way, if you want.  But I’m claiming this girl.”  Jane had gathered Faith’s breasts in her hands and was looking at them as they nestled in her palms.  “I have missed my beautiful girl.”

“I was hoping that you’d offer that,” grinned Jill.  “You’ve told me so much about Heather.  I’m looking forward to meeting her and trying her out.”

“Trust me.  You won’t be disappointed.”

“Have these grown, pet?” asked Jane as she bounced the bountiful breasts in her hands, enjoying the weight.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith.  “A little, I think.”

“They’re even more divine than I remember them.”  Then Jane turned to her sister.  “I still think that this little one is the ultimate slave girl.”  Jill just smiled proudly back at Jane.  Jane turned her attention back to her niece whose breasts she was fondling.

“Did your mother tell you that we have a new puppy?  His name is Olaf and he’s a Great Dane.”

All of the color drained from Faith’s face.  She was speechless and she started trembling uncontrollably as she remembered her week as Winston’s bitch.

Jane couldn’t control herself any longer and broke into laughter.  “I’m just kidding, pretty pet.  I could never do that to you.  But I do have to admit that those pictures of you were pretty hot.  You were a beautiful bitch.”

Kim and Heather arrived soon after that and once again, the twins were a whirlwind of activity.  Kim and her stepmother were stripped within seconds and were brought into the house.

“Sis, this is my girl, Heather,” said Jane proudly.  Jill opened her eyes wide in surprise at the beauty that stood before her.

“My gosh!” exclaimed Jill.  “Is this all for me?”

Jane chuckled at her sister’s reaction.  She couldn’t blame the reaction, though.  At thirty one, Heather had blossomed into unheard of beauty and was at her sexual prime.  She was gorgeous and desirable and almost seemed to exude sexuality.  She was a perfect slave girl.  Jane viewed Heather at the same level as Faith, which was saying a lot since Faith was on a pedestal as far as Jane was concerned.

“She’s all yours, sis,” replied Jane.  “Keep her for the night.  Or, if you can stay the week, she’s yours for as long as you can be here.”

“Wow!” breathed Jill.  She realized then that she should have visited Jane much sooner.  But when Jane told her that she had enslaved the stepmother of the girl who the twins had captured, she assumed that Heather was just a convenient, temporary slave until Jane found one more suitable.  She never imagined that Jane’s new girl would be a living goddess.

“I’ll have to see about clearing my calendar for the week,” Jill said.  “Have you ever thought about selling her?”

Three naked slaves stood there and listened to the two sisters talking.  Each of them shuddered at the question.

“Good heavens, no!” replied Jane quickly.  “I mean, honestly, Jill.  This whole thing with Faith this summer is pushing you over the top.”

“Yeah,” nodded Jill, taking a deep breath.  “I do need to settle down; slow things down, maybe.  I can’t for the next three weeks.  But I’ll slow down after that.  But if you ever do decide to sell this girl, Jack and I would buy her in a heartbeat.”

Faith couldn’t believe how her mother was behaving.  She talked about buying Heather.  She was thinking about sticking around to dominate Heather.  Last week, she had dominated Jessica.  And in two weeks, she was going to be a slave to the Simses.  It was like her whole world revolved around sex and the domination/submission lifestyle.  And she would take both in whatever form she could.  It was all just so hard for Faith to imagine.

Jane took Faith upstairs and didn’t reemerge for several hours.  She and her beautiful slave bathed together and Faith was reminded again how nice it was to luxuriate in a bath with her aunt/mistress.  They made tender love for hours and cuddled in between sessions.  Finally, Jane led her naked girl back downstairs and prepared dinner.

Jill also took Heather upstairs to the guest bedroom that she usually used.  She spread the raven-haired beauty across the bed and secured her ankles and wrists to the bedposts.  Then she availed herself of her sister’s pet, exploring every delectable curve and valley.  She was in heaven.

The twins took Kim to their bedroom.  The sex in that room was more athletic than in the other two, but all participants in each of the rooms enjoyed multiple orgasms before everyone congregated for dinner.

Jill got on the phone and rearranged her schedule for the following week while Faith helped Jane in the kitchen.  Jill would be staying the full week.  She would take advantage of Heather for as long as she was available.  She also had her eyes on Kim who was a beautiful, ripe teenager.  And she knew from past experience that she could always claim one of the twins, if needed.  They were little bundles of energy and had pleased her many times during the previous summer.

“I can have her for two whole days?” asked John incredulously.  He had hoped to be given Faith for an evening but never dreamed that Jane would give the beautiful auburn-haired teenager to him for more than a few hours.  Even though he had the most gorgeous wife imaginable, he had fantasized about Faith for the past year, ever since seeing her the previous summer.  It was the hope of receiving Faith as a gift that finalized the deal of his wife becoming Jane’s slave.

“I think that’s only fair,” replied Jane.  “You have been very generous with Heather.”

“Wow!” he uttered.  “If this is how you repay me, then I’ll have to give you Heather more often.”

Jane laughed.  She really liked John a lot.  And even though she had lesbian leanings, she enjoyed sharing a bed with him.  She watched his eyes darting over her naked niece’s body, moving quickly from feature to feature, almost as if he thought her beauty might disappear at any moment.

“I’ll gladly take Heather off your hands any time you want,” said Jane.  “And here; I have a present for you.”  She reached into her purse and extracted a felt case which she handed to John.  He opened it and smiled.

“Thank you,” he said as he smiled.  “It will look lovely on your girl.”

“Your girl,” Jane corrected him.  Then she handed him a piece of paper.  He unfolded it and saw that it was a deed to Faith’s body.  His first slave girl!  “She belongs to you now.”

“Thank you again.”  He picked up the collar which was a gold chain and held it up for Faith to see.  She saw the piece of fine jewelry and saw a gold disk dangling from it.  Inscribed on the disk was:

John’s pet

Faith

She glanced nervously at Jane who just smiled back at her.  She felt the chain being wrapped around her slender neck and then shuddered involuntarily as it clicked shut.

“She looks divine,” he said as he admired the new collar.

“She looks like she belongs to you,” said Jane.  “Because she does.  Well, I should be leaving.  Enjoy your girl.”  Then she turned to walk back to her car, leaving her naked niece with the man.

“Wait,” called out John once Jane got about halfway.  He turned to Faith.  “Wait here, girl.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied and then she watched the male walk toward her aunt.

“What is it, John?” asked Jane as she saw him approaching with a concerned look on his face.

“I have a confession,” he said.  “I’ve never had a slave before.  I don’t know exactly what to do with her.”

Jane chuckled softly.  “You do whatever you want with her.  That’s the beauty of owning someone.  You do whatever you want.”

“I just don’t want to come off as inadequate,” he said.  “I know she’s had experience with other owners.  And they probably knew what they were doing.”

Jane chuckled again and reached out, gripping the crotch of his pants.  “Trust me.  You won’t be inadequate.  She will love being with you.  I know her.”

“But what do I do?” he asked with a little desperation in his voice.  “I mean, I saw what others did to her but how do I do that?  Like if I want to tie her to my bed or lash her to a pole or spank her over my knee, how do I get her to cooperate?”

“Hmmmm, that’s a tough one,” said Jane with a glint in her eye.  Then she giggled.  “You say ‘Faith, lie on the bed.  I’m going to tie you up now.’  Or you say ‘Faith, stand facing the pole.  I’m going to whip you now.’  Or you say ‘Faith, get over my knee.  It’s time for your spanking.’  It’s as simple as that.”

“And she’ll do that?”

“She’s a slave, John,” said Jane.  “She’ll do whatever you tell her to do.  And if she ever balks at something, you punish her.”

“Wow!” he exclaimed.

“What if she says no?” he went on.

“She won’t,” replied Jane.  “But if she ever does resist, paddle her.  She hates paddles.  She’ll be very obedient after that.”

“Wow!”

“Tell you what,” Jane offered.  “I know that Heather doesn’t like anal.  Well, neither does Faith for that matter.  But I also know that you have fantasies about taking a girl anally.  Test out what I just told you by claiming her bottom first.”

“Hmmm,” he pondered.  “She’ll let me do that?”

“She’s a slave, for crissake!” blurted Jane.  “She is your property.  You own her.  She doesn’t have a say in the matter.”

“Oh,” he nodded.  “Okay, I’ll start with that.  But could you stick around for a bit in case anything goes wrong?”

Jane rolled her eyes at a request that she found truly ludicrous but she ended up nodding her head.  “Sure.  I’ll stick around for a bit.”

They walked back to Faith who had her head cocked to one side and her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what was going on.  Jane noticed that Faith had her hands clasped behind her back, leaving all of her feminine charms on display.  That was an improvement.  A year earlier, she would have held both arms in front of herself, desperately trying to protect her modesty.

“Your master needs some relief, girl,” said Jane.  “Let’s go inside so you can help him.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith.  That’s odd, she thought.  If Master needs relief, why are WE going inside?

“Let’s try a little bondage with this,” said Jane as she positioned Faith on her knees in the center of the bed.  She pulled a spreader bar from the bag she had retrieved from her car and attached it to Faith just above the knees.  Then she pushed Faith’s upper body forward and placed a pillow beneath her head.  Her final step was to cuff each of the girl’s wrists to the corresponding ankle.

“I frequently bind Heather this way when I’m going to take her anally,” Jane continued.  Faith shuddered at the news that her ass was going to be plundered.  “It’s a beautiful view for me.  And it seems to get Heather even more aroused by her helplessness.”

“Wait!” exclaimed John.  “You fuck my wife’s ass?”

“Yes,” nodded Jane as she made the final adjustments.  “Quite often.”

“Wow!” breathed John.  “She never lets me anywhere near her ass.  The next time you claim her, I want you to give her back to me as a loaner slave.  We’re going to try her out that way.  You can assist.”

Jane laughed.  “It’s a deal.  Now, let me oil up Faith and then we’ll get you ready.”

Jane took a bottle of baby oil from her bag and poured a little into the valley between the slave’s beautifully shaped bottom cheeks.  She caught the stream of oil with her fingers and coated Faith’s little rosebud.  She dripped a little more oil and then pushed her finger past the little sphincter, causing Faith to inhale her breath.  She pumped her finger in and out, twisting it.  She pulled her finger out and then pushed two fingers back into the girl.  A little more oil and she started rotating her wrist, causing the fingers to twist back and forth in the girl’s ass.

John watched intently.  “Have you ever put your whole hand in?”  Faith gasped at the question.

“Not in there,” replied Jane as she busily worked her fingers in the girl.  “She’s too tight.  You’ll see in a minute.  It would be too painful to fist her ass.  Now her pussy’s a different matter.  Faith and Heather are both delightful to fist.”

“You have fisted my wife too?!?!?!?  You definitely have to give her to me as a slave.  I have a lot of exploring to do on that body.”

Jane chuckled and then pulled her fingers out of the girl.  “Now, let’s get you ready.  Oh, you still have your clothes on.”

John remedied that problem quickly.  He peeled off his clothes and tossed them to the side in a matter of moments.  Now Jane was the only one with any clothing on.

She saw that John’s cock was semi-erect, having started to stir at the sight of the naked slave girl and her preparation.  Jane got off the bed with the bottle of oil and walked to him.  “Let’s get you ready now.”

She lowered herself to her knees before him and lifted the cock in her hand, bringing it to her lips.  She kissed the tip and then wrapped her lips around it, sucking it in.  She let her tongue bathe it and felt the shaft hardening and lengthening.

“Oh gaaawwwwwd!” groaned John.  “That’s wonderful.  You do it all!!!!.”  He felt the warm mouth engulf his cock.  It felt so divine.

She pulled her head back, letting the stiffening cock slip from her lips and grinned up at him.  “I’m a full service dominatrix.  We aims to please.”

She sucked the cock back into her mouth, hearing him groan again.  She would have to be careful.  She wanted him to be able to spear his new girl’s ass.  She couldn’t afford to over stimulate him.  She felt the cock continuing to stiffen as her lips glided up and down its length.

Despite her realization that she was lesbian, she still liked a good cock now and then.  And John’s was a particularly nice one, primarily because it was attached to Heather’s husband.  For the past year, John had been her exclusive source of cock and she always enjoyed it when they fucked.

The cock was fully erect now and Jane pulled back again.  She poured some of the baby oil into her palm and then reached up, coating the shaft.  Again, she knew she had to be careful.  He needed his strength for the waiting slave girl.  Finally, she stood up and wrapped her fingers around the slippery shaft.

“Come along, big boy,” she said as she pulled him forward.  “Your girl needs a good reaming.”

“Oh gaaaawwwd!” he repeated as he looked down and saw Jane’s fingers wrapped around his pole.  “Oh gaaaawwwwd!” he said again as he looked ahead and saw Faith’s inviting ass waiting for him.  This was all so unbelievable to him.

She led him to the bed and he crawled up on it.  He positioned himself behind the girl and then Jane grasped the cock again.  Oh gaawwd, he thought to himself.  She’s going to help me fuck her niece!

Jane stroked the oily cock one more time and then positioned the tip at Faith’s little pucker.  “She’s all yours now.  Claim her.”

John leaned forward as Jane held the stiff cock in position.  He felt resistance at first but, as he continued to apply pressure, he felt the tip of his cock push past the tight little sphincter.  John and Faith both moaned at the same instant.  John kept pushing and looked down, watching as inch by inch, the shaft disappeared into the girl’s body.

Jane had been right about the girl’s ass being tight.  Without the oil, he never would have been able to gain access.  Without the oil, her tight grip would have rubbed off his skin.  It was like being squeezed tightly in a warm, oiled, gloved hand.

But Faith felt exquisite to him.  He could fuck this tight asshole forever.  But he also knew that he had limitations at his age.  His youthful prowess now that he was over fifty was not what it had once been in his youth.

Then again, the wonders of medicine could come to his assistance.  Researchers had discovered ways of returning youthful virility to men.  He had popped one of the magical pills this morning and had plenty more to sustain him for the duration of this girl’s slavery to him.  And he would have to line up a new batch of the magic pills for when Heather was delivered to him as a slave.

Jane had slipped off the bed and removed her clothes once John had established a steady rhythm.  She got back on the bed and knelt beside him, lifting both of her breasts in her hands and offering them to him.  “Would master like to nibble on anything while he enjoys his new girl?”

“Oh yes,” he exclaimed.  He leaned down and sucked one of Jane’s nipples into his mouth, enjoying the feel of the firm breast against his lips.  This woman was amazing, he thought.  She enslaves her niece.  She enslaves my wife.  And she offers herself to me.  She was like an erotic dream.  Nothing was out of bounds for her.  Nothing was too kinky.  It was all like a quest for the ultimate pleasure.

Faith was a whirlwind of emotions.  Part of her was disgusted that she was being treated as property again and fucked in the ass no less.  Part of her was amazed at the free love attitude being demonstrated by her aunt.  It was incredible how libertine she was.  And part of her liked the tentative master to whom she had been given.  He seemed kind and caring.

John did not last long.  He spewed his seed into the girl’s bottom soon after Jane offered her breasts.  Jane reached beneath Faith and brought her off with her fingers as the cock softened in her ass.

“I know that this is a lot to ask,” said John as the three of them lay together in the bed afterwards.  One girl was on each side of him, resting her head on his shoulders.  “I know you want to get back to Heather.  But could you spend the night?”

Jane lifted her head and kissed him.  “I would love to.  Besides, I can summon Heather whenever I want her.  I would love to stay and watch you enjoying your new girl.”

“Let me just call my sister and let her know,” Jane added.

Chapter 11

Jane woke up first the next morning.  She did not move for fear of waking the other two.  She smiled as she saw John with his face nuzzled up against the side of Faith’s breast.  Faith was lying on her back and breathing slowly as she slumbered.

Jane drew the sheet down to expose the bodies.  John had a nice trim form, especially for someone his age.  But it was Faith’s curves that she adored and which she wanted to view this morning.

She watched her niece’s chest rising and falling with each breath.  She looked so peaceful and serene.  But then she realized that was how slaves should look.  They had no responsibilities and, therefore, had no reason to worry.  Their owners always controlled everything for them.

Even in her sleep, Faith was adorable.  One arm was draped across her chest and her hand seemed to be pushing her breast toward John’s lips.  Her other hand lay across her belly.  A year ago, both arms would have worked furiously to protect her modesty, even in her sleep.  Now, she appeared to be comfortable with the knowledge that she should always be nude so that others could appreciate her body.

Jane reached out and ran a finger lightly down Faith’s cheek.  Faith’s eyes fluttered as she started to awaken.

“Shhh,” said Jane quietly.  “Come with me.  We’ll make your master some breakfast.”

Jane rolled carefully out of bed.  It was a little more difficult for Faith.  She had to separate herself from John who had one leg draped over her and was nuzzling against her breast.  Eventually, she succeeded without waking him up and followed her aunt downstairs.

“Why are you still naked, Aunt Jane?  I mean Mistress.  I’m not sure what I mean at this point.”

“Why not?” replied Jane.

“Well, hmmmm…” said Faith.  “Well you are acting like a slave girl yourself.  Are you going to be Master’s slave too?”

Jane chuckled at the question.  “Maybe just for today.  This is the first time your master has owned anyone.  I wanted to make sure that he enjoys the experience.  I want to make sure he feels free to borrow you again in the future.”

“Oh,” nodded Faith.  She wasn’t sure that she wanted people to feel free borrowing her, but at least that explained her aunt’s presence.  “That’s why you stayed yesterday.  Now I understand.”

“Yes, pet.  That’s why I stayed.  Now get the coffee going.  But don’t burn yourself.”

It was all becoming clear now.  Her aunt had remained naked since John had first fucked Faith’s ass.  And her aunt allowed John to fuck her too which really surprised Faith since she thought Jane was a lesbian.  But the two of them had alternated, giving John quite a variety throughout the day.

They busied themselves in the kitchen and prepared a tray.  Once breakfast was finished, they went back up to the bedroom.  Jane knelt on one side of the bed and gently tugged the sheet off of John.  Faith knelt on the other side of the sleeping master.  As soon as Jane wrapped her lips around the flaccid cock, Faith leaned down and kissed John on the lips.

“Good morning, Master,” Faith said as John opened her eyes.

“Mmmm,” John smiled.  He looked up at the beautiful girl who had just kissed him awake.  Then he looked down and saw the blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock which was already starting to wake up on its own.  “What a wonderful way to start a morning.”

“We made you some breakfast, Master,” said Faith as Jane continued to slurp on the cock which was now fully erect.  “May I serve it to you?”

“Yes, you may,” he replied.  He sat up and ran a hand across Jane’s smooth soft back as he enjoyed her warm mouth around his cock.  Faith piled pillows behind his back to support him and then fetched the tray.

“Just a moment, girl,” he told Faith as she stood beside the bed with the tray.  “Let me adjust this other girl first and then you may feed me.”

He cupped Jane’s chin and lifted her face off of his erect shaft.  Then he arranged her so she was straddling him.  She slowly lowered herself and she felt his cock penetrate her sex until it was firmly seated inside of her.

“Now I’m ready to eat, girl.”

Faith thought this was one of the most bizarre sights she had ever seen.  John was half sitting in bed as Faith fed him forkfuls of the omelet they had prepared for him.  She held the bacon and toast up with her fingers for him to eat.  All the while, her aunt was bobbing up and down on his cock, coating his pole with her lubricating juices.

“Coffee, girl,” he commanded.

“I’m afraid that might spill on you, Master,” Faith replied.  “The bed is bouncing too much for me to serve it.”

“Good thinking girl.”  He reached out and grasped Jane’s hips, pushing her down on his shaft and holding her there.  “Stay.”

Wow, thought Jane.  For a guy who had never handled slaves before, he sure caught on quickly.  She was sure that Heather would be in for some interesting times in the future.  She wondered if he would also want Kim to belong to him at times now that he had discovered the wonders of owning slaves.

Jane remained still with the cock fully embedded in her body.  Faith held the cup to his lips and he drank the coffee.  Then she held the glass of orange juice to his lips and he sipped some of that.

“Begin again,” John instructed Jane once Faith had set the liquids aside.  Jane once again started her steady up and down motion, feeling the beefy shaft sliding inside of her again and feeling it filling her completely.

Faith finished and was ready to get off the bed but John told her to stay.  “Feed me your tits,” he said.

Apparently, he was still hungry, thought Faith.  She leaned over and dangled one breast and then the other over his mouth and he greedily sucked on each.  After awhile, he had a new command for her.

“Kiss the other girl for me,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” Faith nodded.  She straightened up and shifted closer to her aunt.  She leaned forward and kissed Jane, letting her tongue dance with the older woman’s.  John availed himself of the four breasts that were presented to him, marveling at the control he had over the two beauties in his bed.  This was wonderful!

He squeezed and stroked the glorious orbs.  Jane’s bounced as she rode his pole but he noticed how they seemed to have minimal movement, indicating how firm they were.  He gripped one of Faith’s nipples and stretched the breast away from her chest.  It became a little more conical as he pulled but her breasts were also very firm and retained most of their shape.

He wondered what his daughter’s breasts were like.  He knew that Kim had large breasts but were they as firm as the ones displayed by the two girls in his bed?  Maybe he would have to find out.  He would talk to Jane later about borrowing that slave too some time.

All of the erotic input to his senses finally overwhelmed him.  He climaxed and then held Jane down, impaled on his cock as he spewed his seed into her.  The two girls continued kissing and now were fondling each other’s breasts.  It was magnificent.  Maybe he should find a permanent slave of his own.

Jane was finally released by his hands and she slowly raised her body, letting his cock slide from her sex.  Without even being commanded, Faith bent down and sucked the semi-hard cock into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue and cleaning it.  She knew he would order her to do it so she decided to take the initiative.

They both curled up next to the master and cuddled with him.  Jane knew that it would take him awhile to get hard again.  They all fell back to sleep and awoke an hour later.

“I think I’d like to see my two girls play together,” he announced when they were awake again.  “Show me how fisting is done, Jane.”

Faith gasped as she heard the words.  At this point, she had been fisted many times but it still shocked her.  It was uncomfortable at best and sometimes even painful.  But it was always degrading and humiliating to her.

“Yes, Master,” replied Jane.  “Do you want me to do it here?”

“Yes, do it here,” he said as he scooted closer to the edge of the bed to give Jane room to work.

“Yes, Master,” said Jane.  She arranged Faith lying on her back.  Then she lay on top of her niece, kissing her.  She assumed that Faith was already quite aroused and well lubricated.  But a little bit of foreplay never hurt.  Besides, she just loved to feast on Faith’s body.

Her tongue explored every nook and cranny of Faith’s mouth before moving downward.  She kissed her way down Faith’s throat and then showered the soft upper swells of the girl’s ample breasts with more kisses.  She focused on the nipples, pulsing them in and out of her mouth at times and raking them with her teeth at other times.  Faith was moaning by the time Jane slid down so that her face was directly over the girl’s sex.

John had become hard again as he watched the erotic display of feminine love.  The little magic pills certainly did as they were advertised.  He slowly stroked his thick shaft as the show continued.  He watched Jane’s tongue flicker over Faith’s clit and saw the girl suck in her breath as her belly quivered from the arousal.  He shifted to get a better view as he saw Jane insert one finger and then two into the swampy sex.

He saw that Faith’s pussy was positively flowing as Jane pushed three fingers into her niece.  The fingers pumped in and out, glistening in the morning light with the sweet dew from the sweet slave girl, and then Jane added a fourth finger.  Faith was rocking her head back and forth as the thumb slipped along the side of the fingers.

Jane moved her fingers in and out of the girl many times to ensure that her fingers were well lubricated.  Then she started pushing in earnest.  Faith groaned as she realized that the moment had arrived and braced herself to be stretched widely by the intruding hand.  Her eyes opened wide as the stretching got to its maximum and then the hand popped through.  Her sex closed a bit and relaxed somewhat once it was wrapped around the slender wrist.  She felt the fingers moving inside of her as if exploring her inner recesses.

John was beside himself with excitement.  He had never seen anything so blatantly sexual and erotic in all his life.  He was going to climax soon.  But there was no way he was going to waste his orgasm on his hand.  He got up and moved behind Jane and, in one swift motion, completely impaled her on his cock.  She turned her head and smiled at him as the cock filled her once again.  She kept moving her fingers, stroking the smooth vaginal walls and returned her tongue’s attention to her niece’s clit.

Faith climaxed from the over-stimulation but Jane kept moving her hand around inside of her.  She would keep stimulating the girl until the master climaxed.  Faith had a second orgasm.  Or was it just a powerful aftershock from the first one?  After her third orgasm, she was begging for her aunt to stop and was writhing uncontrollably on the bed.

But Jane kept her hand and tongue moving, tormenting the wiggly girl who was wrapped around her hand.  John finally couldn’t take any more stimulation.  He once again shot his seed into the beautiful aunt before Faith had a fourth orgasm.  Faith breathed a sigh of relief that the tongue had stopped teasing her clit.  But her body was coated with a thin sheen of perspiration at that point from all of the stimulation.

Jane left at noon and said that she would return the following day to collect Faith.  Faith was left alone with the new master.

John decided that he kind of liked bondage and the affect that it could have on a female form.  Jane had left him with a supply of toys that included cuffs, shackles and an arm binder.  The bag also included nipple clamps, which he discovered that he also loved, much to Faith’s chagrin.  She hated those nasty little things.  Other items in the bag included a leash, some vibrators, several dildos and a butt plug.

At one point, he realized that he truly could do anything he wanted with this girl.  He decided that he wanted to spank her.  John draped Faith over his knee and started slapping her beautifully rounded bottom.  But he stopped after less than ten seconds.  Her bottom had only started to get pink.

“This ass should be fucked; not spanked,” he declared.

Faith spent the next hour back in the bed on her hands and knees as John leisurely fucked her ass.  He was in no hurry to climax.  He knew that he must be running close to his limit of being able to sustain an erection.  He had already climaxed six times in the past twenty four hours.  And even though he was taking those magical pills, he knew that magic could only go so far.

Besides, he was content to look at the girl as he slid his pole in and out of her bottom.  She was an exquisite creature to behold.  Everything about her was perfect.  He especially enjoyed watching his thick cock sliding into her butt and watching it reemerge as he pulled back.  This was heaven.

Jane returned for her girl the next day and Faith returned with her.  John was exceptionally grateful for the loan and again offered his wife for Jane to claim any time she wished.

The rest of the week was embarrassing but not overly difficult.  The most embarrassing point came on Thursday when Jane gave her to the twins.  Once again, she was transformed into a human pony by the mischievous girls.  And she and Kim were attached to a cart together to pull the twins around.

Faith noticed a change in Kim from the year before.  A year earlier when Kim had been captured, she had been tentative and shy and easy to embarrass.  Now, she was composed and confident and even elegant.  She held her head high as the two of them trotted together, pulling the cart.  She arched her back, thrusting her full breasts forward proudly and raised her knees high as she pranced along the trails.  It was obvious that the twins had spent a lot of time training their pony.

Jane reclaimed her at the end of the day and they spent the remainder of the week together, making love frequently.  Jane was not into pain or humiliation but she did demand complete obedience.  Control was like a drug to her.  And Faith fed that addiction as best she could by obeying every command instantly and completely.

“Mmmmmm, that was a delicious week,” commented Jill as she drove her daughter home on Saturday.  “Did you have fun, dear?”

“It was different,” replied Faith.  “Fun, I guess; but different.  I was surprised that I was given to Heather’s husband; but he was nice.  And I’m not real wild about how the twins treated me.  But I love being with Aunt Jane.”

“Yes, she’s fun,” agreed Jill.

“I had forgotten how beautiful Heather is,” Faith said.

“Yes, she’s a little hottie,” smiled Jill.  “I’m going to have to visit my sister more often.  And I can’t wait to sample Kim.  She’s a little hottie too.”

Faith just closed her eyes and sighed.  It seemed like sex consumed the lives of everyone she knew.  How did things get that way?

To be continued.

Chapter 12

The fifty thousand dollar week finally arrived.  Faith was viewing her upcoming time with Phil and Barbara as just another week on the job.  In fact, it was probably going to be a relatively easy week for her.  They were a known commodity to her.  She knew that there would be lots of sex but that was pretty normal nowadays for her.  They were not harsh or cruel people.  They would punish her if they had to but she had already learned how to behave to avoid punishment.  So for her, it was just a normal week of slavery; nothing to get excited about.

Her mother, on the other hand, was so excited that she was almost beside herself.  She was positively giddy as the two of them prepared themselves on Sunday afternoon.  Faith couldn’

t believe that her mother was actually looking forward to this.  What ever happened to the dominant woman who used to be her mother?

“What do you think about this one?”

she asked Faith as she held a white sundress in front of her naked body.  Faith was seated at the vanity table, watching her mother try to figure out what to wear.

“They’re just going to take off whatever we’re wearing as soon as we arrive.  So it really doesn’t matter what we wear.

”

“Oh, you’re no fun,” commented Jill.  “So what are you planning to wear?

”

“I don’t know,” Faith replied.  “Maybe a burlap sack?

”

Jill rolled her eyes.  “Well you would still look beautiful even in a burlap sack.  But I think we can find something a little more appropriate for you.

”

Then Jill stepped into the bathroom.  “Come in here and help me, sweetie.

”

Faith got up from where she was sitting.  She found her mother sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs spread.

“Will you shave me?”

asked Jill.

“Jeeesshh, Mom!” complained Faith.  “I shouldn’t be doing that.  You’re my mom.

”

Jill laughed.  “If I’m not mistaken, we’re going to be touching each other in a lot more intimate ways during the week.  Better get used to it.

”

Faith sighed and picked up the scissors.  Then she kneeled and started snipping off the fine golden hair that covered her mother’

s pubic area.  When it was down to stubble, she lathered the area up and swiped a razor through it, leaving the mound bald.

“Between my legs too, sweetie,”

said Jill.

Faith sighed again and then started running the razor between her thighs, eliminating any stray hair that might have taken root there.  With that finished, Jill turned around and presented her bottom to her daughter.  Faith ran the razor down the little valley that separated the two firm globes and Jill was virtually hairless from the neck down.

“Jeesssh, Mom.  You’re swampy down here.  You really are excited about this.

”

“Oh, baby,” replied Jill.  “You can’t believe how excited I am.  I’m about ready to pop over all of this.

”

“Okay, how do I look?”

  Jill stood up and pirouetted slowly for her daughter who was still kneeling.

“You look like a good little slave girl,” replied Faith as she reached out and let her fingers glide over the mound that she had just denuded.  “Bald pussy and all.  A beautiful little slave girl, though.

”

Jill smiled.  “Thank you, baby.  I have one more thing I need you to do.

”

“Sure, Mom.  What’s that?

”

“I want you to dye my clit.

”

Faith gasped.  “You want me to do what?!?!?!?!?

”

“Dye my clit.  I want it bright red.  You can use some of the cotton swabs in the drawer.

”

Faith groaned.  This was going to be even more embarrassing than shaving her mom.  She picked up the bottle of dye and a swab and then knelt again.  “Why are you doing this, Mom?

”

“I’ve never been a slave girl before,” Jill explained.  “I’ve never been bought.  I want to make a good impression.

”

“Trust me,” Faith said.  “They won’t ever forget owning you.  You’re too wet.  I need to dry you off.

”

Faith grabbed a towel and wiped it between her mother’s thighs.  She had to swab the area several times before it was dry.  Even then, Faith could see Jill’

s lubrication seeping out of her sex.  She grabbed a washcloth and pushed it into her mother to try to stop the flow so she would have a dry work area.

“Ooooo!!!” squealed Jill as Faith’s finger pushed the cloth into her sex.  “That feels good!!!

”

Faith just rolled her eyes.  “This is obscene,”

she muttered.

She dipped the cotton swab into the dye and then carefully dabbed it on her mother’

s clit.  Then she blew on it to dry it.

“That feels good too,” cooed Jill.  Faith dabbed a few more times until Jill’

s clit was bright red and was evenly coated.  Then she stood up and set the supplies aside.

“Want me to do you too?”

asked Jill.

“No thanks,” replied Faith.  “I like my clit just as it is.

”

“Okay.  Suit yourself.  But sit down and I’ll clean up the stubble.

”

Faith groaned.  She had gotten good at shaving herself so she didn’t really need any help.  But she saw the excitement in her mother’s face and didn’t want to ruin the experience for her.  She sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs.  “I can’t believe how lewd this is,”

she thought.

Jill lathered up Faith’s mound and swiped the razor through it.  There actually wasn’

t any stubble.  Faith was already as smooth as a baby but Jill still enjoyed the process.

Jill grasped one of Faith’s labia.  “Look who’s talking.  You’re like a fountain yourself down here.”  This drew a blush to Faith’

s cheeks.

The labia were also already hairless but Jill continued the charade.  After she ran the razor over the slick petals which had never had hair on them even before she started denuding her daughter, she decided to get mischievous.  She put two fingers together and then slid them quickly into Faith.

“Mom!!!” gasped Faith.  “What are you doing?!?!?!?

”

“Just having a little fun,” giggled Jill.  Then she lowered her head and started suckling on Faith’s clit, pulsing it in and out.  Faith groaned and tried to push her mother away but immediately felt teeth gripping her sensitive clit.  Several more times she tried to back away or push Jill away but each time, she felt teeth.  Finally, she just surrendered herself to her out-of-control mother’s aggressions and watched as Jill’

s lips and tongue gradually brought her to orgasm.

“Wasn’t that nice?” asked Jill as she looked up at her daughter’

s chest heaving as she tried to recover from her climax.

“Sure, Mom,” groaned Faith.  In reality, she thought it was completely deviant but she didn’t want to burst her mother’

s bubble.

Finally, they got dressed for the trip to their enslavement.  Jill convinced Faith to dress nicely and she selected a cute little green sundress.  Jill slipped into her own white sundress.  Faith gasped as her mother stood in front of the mirror.

“I hope we don’t get stopped on the way,” remarked Faith.  “You’ll get arrested for indecent exposure.

”

Jill giggled at the comment as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.  The material was so sheer that her nipples could be seen clearly as could the petals of her sex.  She reached up and bounced her braless breasts in her hands a few times.  “Not bad for an old broad, huh?

”

Faith just rolled her eyes in response.

They got to keep their clothes on longer than Faith expected.  She remembered her first trip where she was delivered into the house already naked and her mother had been stripped right after.  And then they had been used before they even left the front hallway.  This time, the Simses invited them into the backyard and served them wine as they sat in lawn chairs and chatted.

For some reason, this seemed odd to Faith although she knew that she should view it as normal.  This would have seemed perfectly natural to most people.  Maybe slavery was changing the way she viewed things, she thought.

“

They chatted about current events and the weather and movies they had seen.  The Simses and Jill shared stories about friends that they had in common.  It was actually a pleasant change for Faith.

“Be a good girl and take off your dress for me, dear,” Barbara finally instructed Faith.  “I want to hear all about your summer.

”

This command caught Faith totally off guard even though she knew it was coming eventually.  But she had been seduced into a sense of normalcy and wasn’t ready to be so abruptly returned to her slave life.   She blushed furiously, which Barbara thoroughly enjoyed, as she stood up.  “Yes, Mistress.

”

She unzipped the back of her dress and then slipped it off her shoulders.  She stepped out of the garment as her blush continued.  She laid the dress on the table and then turned to face Barbara.  “Where would you like me, Mistress?

”

“Oh, you can sit down again,” Barbara smiled.  “I just wanted to be able to enjoy my property while we talk.

”

Faith sat down again where she had been sitting for the normal conversation.  Phil and her mother had continued to chat normally, making Faith’

s situation even more uncomfortable for her.  It would have been better to strip her right away.  Even if she had been fucked right away, it would have been fine with her.  She was prepared for that.  But to be lulled into a false sense of security and than have it abruptly taken away from her was just not fair.

“I have been following your adventures on your website,” Barbara said.  “You are having quite a summer.

”

Faith’

s blush deepened again at the mention of the website.  There were now thousands of pictures up there, documenting her humiliation and degradation.  She hoped that people did not look at them but she knew that they did.  She seemed to be the preferred entertainment for all of the friends of her parents.  She just hoped that there was enough security on the website to prevent the pictures from being viewed by people outside of the club.

“I can’t imagine wasting an opportunity to enjoy a girl like you by giving the girl to a dog for a week,” Barbara said.  “But I’m glad they did.  Those pictures were wickedly erotic.  What was that dog’s name?”

Faith was sure her face was flaming red at this point.  “Winston, Mistress.

”

“Yes, Winston.  That’s right.  Big dog; and huge cock.  I had no idea that dogs were that big.  That cock looked like it belonged to a horse.  How did you like being his bitch?

”

Faith groaned at the question.  It was so humiliating to have to relive that week in her mind.  It had been the worst week of the summer and she was doing her best to put it behind her.  “It was awful, Mistress.

”

Barbara tittered at the response.  “

Well it may have been awful to you but those pictures have given a lot of people a lot of pleasure.  I keep getting drawn back to them.  Just the thought of that dog pinning you in place with his forelegs and pounding that huge cock into you gives me goosebumps.  I would have loved to be a fly on the wall and watch it in person.

Faith groaned again.  She hoped that the Simses had not gotten a dog of their own during the summer.

“I went out and bought a new dildo in preparation for this week,” Barbara went on.  “I think you’ll like it.  I think it’s about as big as Winston.

”

“I saw some pictures of you with a man I didn’t recognize from the club.  He had a nice cock too.  And he seemed to be infatuated with that cute little ass of yours.  Who was he?

”

“That was a friend of my aunt’s, Mistress.  She gave me to him as a kind of thank you present.

”

“Oh, that’s so thoughtful of your aunt.  What was she thanking him for?

”

Faith had learned early in the summer to just tell the truth no matter how embarrassing or painful it was.  And she had learned that Barbara Sims demanded quick responses and total compliance.  Therefore she did not hesitate in telling her new owner the story about how her aunt had enslaved the man’s wife and how her cousins had enslaved the man’

s daughter.  And she described how she was given to the man for making them both available so often.

“Ooooo, that’s wickedly erotic too,” smiled Barbara.  “You really are having quite remarkable adventures this summer.

”

Barbara had dozens of questions for Faith, all of which seemed intended to embarrass the girl.  What was her most humiliating experience?  What was her most painful?  What went through her mind when she was being fisted?  What was the most orgasms she had in a day?  The list seemed to go on and on.

“Pet,” she finally said.  “Come kneel here.

”

Faith nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.”  She arose and crossed to the spot indicated where she knelt before her owner.  Barbara pulled a collar out of the bag beside her chair and held it up for Faith to read.  This brought renewed blushing to the kneeling girl when she read “Barbara’s Bitch: Faith”

inscribed on the metal plate attached to the emerald green collar.

“I thought this color would go nicely with your hair, pet,” smiled Barbara as she held the collar to the side of the Faith’s head.  Then she fastened it around Faith’

s neck and patted her girl on the head. 

“It looks lovely on you.  Now, I have one more chore for you.”  Barbara reached back into the bag and pulled out a black collar.  “Go fasten this on your mother and bring me her dress.

”

“Yes, Mistress.”  She glanced down at the collar that she had just been given and saw that it was inscribed “Phil’s Bitch: Jill.”  Apparently each of the dominants planned on claiming a girl of their own.  She arose and walked the few paces to where her mother was still chatting with Phil.  She buckled the collar around Jill’

s neck before speaking.

“Mistress wants me to bring your dress to her.

”

“Oh,”

said Jill, surprised that the message had been sent via a slave.  But she stood.  She started to reach behind her back but Faith stopped her.

“I’ll do it.”

  Faith unzipped the back of the dress and then peeled it off of her mother.  Jill remained standing, not certain of what to do as Faith delivered the dress back to Barbara.

“You may sit down,”

Phil told Jill.  Faith was told to sit also.

“Girls,” Barbara started.  She stood up and moved behind Faith’s chair.  “Finish up your wine while I am going over a few rules for you.  As you know, we paid a lot of money to buy you.  Now, we are not complaining, mind you.  You two are worth every penny of it.  Plus, the money is going to a good cause.”  She patted the top of Faith’s head as she said that, indicating that Faith’

s education was the good cause.

“But it was still a lot of money,” she continued.  “And we expect to get full value.  We expect full and immediate obedience from you.  You will be doing some unpleasant things; things that you might normally balk at.  There will also be some pleasant things, I’m sure.  But you will do some things that you do not like.  Any resistance or hesitation will be dealt with swiftly and painfully.

”

“We like to think of ourselves as kind owners.  But we will not hesitate to punish you cruelly if you displease us.  You will visit the horse.  You will be whipped.  You will sleep in a cage.  And much more if you disobey us.

”

Faith listened intently.  She already knew all of this from her past visit with the Simses.  But she wanted to make sure that she didn’

t miss any new rules that Mrs. Sims might have for them.

“Now, I’m going to take my pet inside and enjoy her for awhile,”

Barbara said after she finished reciting the rules for the two girls.

“I’m going to stay out here,” said Phil.  “It’s a nice day and I think I’ll enjoy my pet right here.  Come, girl.

”

Jill turned and saw Phil patting his lap and immediately went to him, crawling into his lap.  Faith turned her head as Barbara led her into the house by a leash and saw her mother kissing the man as he fondled one of her breasts.  She knew that she shouldn’

t be surprised and that both of her parents had outside sexual partners.  But she still was always surprised when she witnessed it.

Barbara led Faith to the master bedroom and had the girl undress her.  For the next hour, Faith’s tongue caressed and probed Barbara’

s sex, pleasuring her new owner.

Barbara finally got out of bed after her second orgasm and walked to the window.  “Come look at this, pet.

”

Faith got up and walked to the window.  She looked to where Barbara was pointing and gasped.  Her mother was suspended face up and horizontal between four posts.  Ropes circled her wrists and ankles and ran to each of the posts.  Her mother’s head was pulled back and she saw Mr. Sims’ cock pistoning in and out of Jill’s mouth, disappearing at times.  She knew from past experience how long Phil’s cock was and knew it had to be going down Jill’

s throat.

Barbara stood behind Faith and held the girl’s full breasts in her hands as she toyed with the nipples.  “Isn’t that an exciting sight?

”

Faith was not sure how to respond.  Her mother did look beautiful as she was stretched tightly above the ground.  She saw Jill’s generous breasts wobbling and jiggling on her chest as the cock rammed into her throat over and over again.  “Yes, Mistress.  And she’s so beautiful.

”

Barbara squeezed the breasts in her hands and leaned forward, kissing Faith’s neck just above the collar.  “My pet is beautiful too.  I’m going to have to have your master tie you in that way so I can enjoy my girl that way too.”  Faith shuddered slightly as she thought about Barbara’

s new dildo being rammed down her throat.

Faith continued to watch as she felt her owner groping and caressing her body.  Phil pulled out of Jill’s mouth and moved between her legs.  He had bound her so that her pussy was at cock height and Faith watched as the long cock disappeared into her mother’

s sex.  She knew by how quickly it was fully inserted that her mother must be highly aroused.

Barbara continued to hold the girl by one breast as she slid her other hand down Faith’s belly to her sex.  Then she started toying with Faith’

s clit as they watched the erotic scene below them in the yard.

Faith saw her mother’

s body tense and knew that she had just climaxed.  She wondered how many times Jill had climaxed already.

Barbara kept her fingers busy as Phil continued to pound into the bound and suspended slave.  She moved her other hand from breast to breast and concentrated on the nipples, stretching them away from Faith’

s chest and releasing them.

It did not take long before Faith felt her own orgasm approaching.  The sight of her beautiful mother being used so sexually and the ministrations of Barbara’

s fingers soon became too much and the orgasm overwhelmed her.

Chapter 13

“Yeeeoooooowwwww!!!”

howled Jill.  Faith had been successful in staying off of the dreaded horse.  She immediately did whatever her mistress demanded.  Jill had not been so fortunate.  This was her fifth time on the beast and they had only been captives for less than twenty four hours.  Faith knew that this punishment would last for twenty five minutes, with each punishment lasting five minutes longer than the last.

“Yeeeoooooowwwwww!!!” she cried out again.  “This hurts!!!

”

Faith and her mistress were in the next room and Faith was curled up on the couch beside Barbara as the mistress stroked her girl’s long auburn locks.  “Go help your slave sister, pet.

”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she immediately got to her feet.  Then she paused, wondering what was expected of her.  “Help her how, Mistress?

”

Barbara arose and took Faith’s leash in her hand.  “Come, pet.  I’ll tell you what to do.”  She led Faith into the punishment room just in time for another howl.  Jill had only been on the horse for less than ten minutes so she still had a long way to go.  Faith knew that her mother’

s sex had to be very tender already from her previous visits to the horse.

Barbara walked up to the horse and reached out, lifting one of the punished girl’s dangling breasts in her palm.  Jill’s entire body was glistening from a thin coat of perspiration that had formed due to the stress.  “You are making a lot of noise, girl.

”

“It hurts, Mistress.  It hurts so bad.

”

“Then you should do better at avoiding punishment, girl.  The rules were quite clear.”  Then she turned to Faith.  “Suck on these, pet.  Maybe it will take this girl’s mind off of her punishment.

”

“Yes, Mistress,”

replied Faith quickly.  She moved beside her mother and bent over.  It was difficult to find the right position for this since Jill was bent forward so that her torso was almost horizontal to the floor.  The breasts hung down freely but they were too high for Faith to reach if she knelt.  She leaned down and eventually captured one of the nipples with her lips, sucking it into her mouth and bathing it with her tongue.

It seemed to be working.  Jill stopped howling as her nipple was pulsed in and out of her daughter’s mouth.  But eventually, the distraction wore off and she howled again.  “Yeeeeooooowwwww!!!!

”

“The other one now, pet,”

said Barbara.

“Yes, Mistress,”

replied Faith.  She quickly moved to the other side of her mother and captured that nipple in her mouth, suckling on it and pulsing it in and out.

“Yeeeoooooowwwwww!!!” Jill howled.  “I’ll be good.  I promise.

”

Faith knew that her mother was not putting on an act.  She could tell that she was experiencing real pain.  And she also knew that Jill had at least another ten minutes or so to go on her punishment.

“Tongue her butt, pet,” instructed Barbara.  Faith thought that was a disgusting idea.  But she was also witnessing the effect that refusal or lack of cooperation would have.  She immediately released the breast that she had been sucking and moved behind the bound woman.  Reluctantly, but with great haste, she extended her tongue and started circling Jill’s asshole, painting it with her saliva.  This seemed to have the desired effect and Jill’

s protests were reduced to moans and whimpers.

Phil had come back into the room and was standing next to his wife with his arm around her waist.  “Isn’t it nice to see a mother and daughter getting along so well?”

he asked.

“Yes,” agreed Barbara.  “It’s obvious that they have a very close relationship.  But I’m not sure that Jill will work out.  She just doesn’t seem to be learning.  We might have to sell her.

”

“She’ll learn,” Phil replied.  “You’ll see.  It took awhile for your pet to learn.  And now she’s a perfect girl.

”

Barbara nodded and sighed.  “Yes, she’s my perfect girl.  It’s too bad we can’t keep her beyond the summer.

”

“Yes, I agree,” nodded Phil.  “But there’s no reason not to keep the other one.  We have no limits on her.  And she’ll get better.  You’ll see.

”

“Well, I hope.  But we’ll see,” said Barbara doubtfully.  “Do you still plan to mark her?

”

“Yes,” Phil nodded again.  “Later in the week.  And I’ll bet she’s fine by then.

”

“Hopefully she is,” remarked Barbara.  Then she spoke louder to Faith.  “More tongue action, pet.  Stick it in.

”

Faith groaned as she heard the command.  This was about to become even more disgusting than she feared.  But she dutifully curled her tongue and stabbed at her mother’s asshole until the tight sphincter yielded.  Then she plunged her tongue into Jill’

s ass until the punishment time finally ran out.  Both girls were relieved when the twenty five minutes expired.

There were many things that Faith expected to occur this week.  She expected that both of her owners would have sex with her and she was fine with that.  She expected that she would be kept naked and possibly even displayed to others.  Again, she was fine with that.  Her previous weeks of enforced nudity had sort of deadened her sense of modesty and now it seemed fairly normal to be put on display.  She also expected to be punished from time to time.  She even accepted that.  She certainly hoped that she would not end up straddling the horse but she had grown to acknowledge that she would be disciplined for infractions.

There were two things that she expected that she was absolutely dreading.  The first was having sex with her mother.  They had sex in the past but it had always been in relative privacy.  If it happened this week, they would have an audience and that was just too humiliating to think about.  So far, it hadn’t happened.  She was commanded to suck Jill’

s nipples and tongue her asshole, which was not something she would have chosen to do, but they had avoided full-fledged love-making.  She hoped that trend continued.

The second thing that she expected and dreaded was Charlotte, the elderly widow who lived on the adjoining property.  She was not as lucky on this one.

Each day, Barbara took her pet for a walk, ostensibly to give her girl some exercise.  And each day, they ended up at Charlotte’s home.  The old woman found no end to the ways she could use and humiliate Faith and seemed to take great joy in Faith’

s discomfort.

Each day, she would lay out milk and cookies for Faith.  Then she would make ridiculous comments as Faith ate her afternoon snack.  “Milk is good for the bones; but it’s also good for plumping up a girl’s udders.”  Or “The girl is all skin and bones.  We gotta fatten her up a tad.

”

After the snack was finished, Barbara would watch her neighbor use Faith in some way.  Barbara was not sure why, but she found it thrilling to see her pet in the clutches of the old woman.  One day, Faith knelt in front of a naked Charlotte and used her tongue to get the woman off.  Each time Faith looked up, she had to avert her eyes.  The expanse of wrinkled flesh and the saggy breasts that drooped halfway to Charlotte’

s navel were just too much for Faith to take.

On another day, Charlotte led Faith to the barn where the girl was dressed in tack.  Then the old woman grabbed a buggy whip and took Faith out to the corral and used the whip to encourage the girl to learn how to prance.  On yet another day, Faith was bound to a table so that Charlotte could work her wrinkled fist into her sex.  The worst indignity was on the day that Charlotte decided that Faith would be her cow.

“Let’s see if those udders work,”

said Charlotte.

“They’re delightful breasts, aren’t they?” remarked Barbara.  “I mean udders.

”

“Aye, they’re pleasin’ to the eye,” Charlotte responded.  “But udders like those have a purpose.

”

“A purpose more than just being pleasing?”

asked Barbara as Charlotte led Faith back out to the barn.

Faith was strapped into a metal frame, rendering her completely immobile.  The only thing she could move was her head.  She craned her neck to see what the crazy old fool was up to and saw Charlotte pushing a machine toward her.

“Let’s milk her,”

said Charlotte as she untangled some rubber hoses lying on top of the machine.

“Let’s not,” was Faith’

s reply.  That earned her a swat on the ass from the old woman.  Faith saw that each hose ended with a clear plastic cup and she furrowed her brow as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Charlotte crouched down on one knee and reached out, bouncing Faith’s breasts which were dangling beneath her chest.  “Gotta see if’n there’s any milk in these here beauties.

”

“I’m sure there’s not,”

said Faith.  This earned her a swat to her right breast and a stern look from the old woman.

“We’ll see,” said Charlotte as she held the two plastic cups to Faith’s breasts.  Much of each breast fit inside the cups.  Then Charlotte looked over her shoulder to Barbara.  “Turn it on, will ya?

”

Barbara flicked the switch and the machine started humming.  Faith immediately felt the suction on her chest and felt her breasts being drawn deeper into the cups.  For the next hour, the machine worked away, sucking on her sensitive breasts and pulsing them.  In the end, Charlotte had to concede that there was no milk to be had in Faith.

“But I know a vet that could help us with that,” Charlotte said.  “She’d be milkable by the end of the week.

”

Jill continued to be punished and continued to howl through her punishments.  Faith couldn’t understand how her mother could keep misbehaving.  It was perfectly clear to Faith how to avoid the horse.  Didn’t her mother understand that?  Was her mother some kind of pain slut?

”

Faith wished she cold have a little private time with her mom to see how she was doing.  But there never seemed to be a way to do that.  Each of them belonged to different people and each was kept with their personal owner at all times.  The only times they were together were for meals and when the four of them got into the giant bed at night.  But neither of these times would work for a private chat.

But Jill seemed to be doing okay other than when she was on the horse.  Faith witnessed Phil using her mother sexually on many occasions and Jill always seemed to be enthusiastically participating.  She certainly had plenty of orgasms.

The only time that Jill seemed distressed other than when she was on the horse was the day she was marked.  She fought and protested until she was wrestled into the frame and bound to it.  She continued to protest until she was finally gagged and, even then, she was very vocal even if she was totally unintelligible.

The tattooist was brought in and examined the human canvas that he had to work with.  Faith was in disbelief once she realized what was going on.  Jill was bound face down over a bar with her legs hanging down on one side and her upper body on the other.  Her legs were spread widely and secured to rings in the frame.  The same thing was done with her arms.

The tattooist had a good view of Jill’s ass which was up-thrust and extremely vulnerable.  He set his tools down and went to work.  Faith listened incredulously as she heard the buzzing sound of the artist’s tool.  When he finally stepped aside, Faith saw that a brilliant red “S” had been emblazoned on her mother’s perineum.  She assumed the S stood for Sims, although maybe it stood for slave.  What did this mean about her mother’

s future?

The other thing that Faith was dreading finally happened on Thursday.  The Simses had invited another couple to dinner and they were delighted when they saw the two beautiful, naked slave girls kneeling in the living room.

“Oh, they’re darling,”

said the woman.

“You certainly have good taste in female flesh,”

the man said to Phil.

It was during dinner that the dreaded event finally happened.  They were to act as a living centerpiece.  Faith was laid on her back in the center of the dining room table.  Jill was positioned above her with her head over Faith’s sex and her sex over Faith’

s face.

“I expect a good performance,” Barbara had told them when she took the two of them aside right before dinner.  “I expect continuous activity.  And I will accept nothing less than two orgasms apiece.  Even after two orgasms, you are to keep at it until you are excused.  You will both be punished if you fail me.

”

“Yes, Mistress,” the pair replied in unison.  Then, once they were set in place, Faith immediately got to work, scooping her tongue vigorously between Jill’

s petals and plunging her tongue into her pussy.  She did not want to be punished.

Jill was already quite lubricated which Faith found remarkable.  This was one of the most humiliating acts imaginable:  a mother and daughter being displayed to strangers and being forced to have sex together.  How could her mother be aroused?  But then she realized that her sex was already wet also.  How could being naked and owned and humiliated be arousing?

Faith felt Jill’s tongue lapping away at her sex, occasionally stabbing into her.  Her eyes kept being drawn back to the crimson S that was right in front of her face.  The tattoo on the narrow strip of flesh between her mother’s pussy and asshole was tastefully done.  But she still didn’t understand the significance of it.  And she didn’

t understand why her mother had not been mad about it afterwards.  She had seen her mother being released from the frame that day and had expected to see her hurl fists and insults at their owners.  Instead, she had gone to Phil and knelt, saying something softly to him.  Faith did not catch the words.

“They are a mother and daughter,”

Faith heard Barbara say as the diners ate and watched the lewd display in the center of the table.

“Really?” the woman asked, surprised.  Faith felt a hand claiming one of her breasts and kneading it.  “I would have guessed sisters.  Both of them are beautiful.  It must be so delightfully wicked to own a mother and daughter.

”

A hand claimed her other breast and now Faith knew that both of the guests were holding her soft mounds.  They were seated on either side of the table and Phil and Barbara were seated at the ends.  “They’re both in great shape,” said the man as the fresh hand started palpating Faith’s breast.  “You couldn’t tell them apart by the texture of their breasts.  They’re both so firm and they seem identical.”

  At this point, Faith knew that her mother must be receiving the same treatment as the male compared breasts.

“Yes, they’re both wonderful pets,” said Barbara. “They are our valued treasures.  Did you see that we marked the mother as ours?

”

“No,” said the woman.  “I missed that.  Where’s your mark?

”

“Right here,” Barbara replied.  Faith saw Barbara’s hand appear over her face and watched a finger trace the S.  Chairs scraped across the floor and Faith knew that the guests were getting up to inspect the tattoo.  She continued to lap at Jill’s sex, focusing more now on her mother’

s clit.

“A beautiful mark for a beautiful girl,” the woman said. “I’m sure she must be very proud of her ownership marking.  And I’m sure she’ll serve you well for years.

”

Barbara’s hand was removed and Faith saw the woman’

s hand take its place.  The finger traced the S and then Faith felt fingers combing through her hair.

“Did you mark the daughter also?”

the man asked.

“No, not yet,” Phil replied.  “The timing isn’t right to claim her yet.  But we plan to someday.  Let her finish college first.”  This comment sent a chill down Faith’s spine but she continued to vigorously attack Jill’s sex.  Jill climaxed and Faith tasted the fresh honey that flowed from her mother’s sex.  She kept her tongue moving and Jill was shuddering as her orgasm was prolonged.  But Jill never missed a beat and continued to toy with Faith’

s sex, bringing her daughter to orgasm a few moments later.

By the end of the meal, each of them had received three orgasms.  Their tongues were aching from such prolonged use but neither of them had paused in their love-making.

“Did you have fun, sweetie?”

asked Jill once they got into the car for the trip home on Saturday.

“Parts of it were okay,” replied Faith.  “It was pretty embarrassing, though.

”

“What parts didn’t you like?

”

“Well, servicing that old woman was pretty disgusting,”

said Faith.

“I wish I could have seen that,” commented Jill.  “I’m sure it was very erotic to watch.

”

Faith just rolled her eyes at her mother’s remark.  “Doubtful.  And having to make love with you while we were on display to strangers was pretty humiliating.

”

“Oh, that was my favorite part!” exclaimed Jill.  “I can’t believe you didn’t like that.  That was the point when I most felt like a sex slave.  It was delicious!

”

“Maybe that’s why I didn’t like it,” said Faith.  “It really did make me feel like a real sex slave.

”

“And you were such a beautiful sex slave,” smiled Jill as she reached out and gave Faith’

s breast a squeeze.

“Mom!”

exclaimed Faith as she pushed the offending hand away.

“Relax, sweetie,” said Jill as she moved her hand back and squeezed Faith’s breast again.  “After what we’ve been through together, this is nothing.  And I can’t wait to get you into bed again.  And I’m sure that goes for your father too, especially after he hears about this week’s adventure.  And especially after being alone all week.  I wonder if he was able to claim Jessica at all this week.

”

Faith just rolled her eyes again.  She looked down and saw her mother’

s fingers kneading her breast until they reached the nipple.  The fingers toyed with the little nubbin until it was stiff.

“Mom, why did you let them mark you?

”

“I didn’t let them.  You were there.  You saw it.  I fought hard to keep from being marked.

”

“Well, why weren’t you mad afterwards?”

asked Faith.

Jill shrugged her shoulders.  “I don’t know.  The whole experience did something to me. I guess that after I settled down in that frame, I was actually flattered that they wanted to mark me as theirs.  I almost climaxed when I was receiving their mark.  Do you understand what I mean?

”

“No,” was Faith’

s only reply.

To be continued

Chapter 14

The thirteen weeks finally ended, much to Faith’s relief.  In the end, she had raised over three hundred thousand dollars.  It amazed her that people had been willing to pay so much for her.  But then again, they demanded quite a lot in exchange.

She wondered if the summer had changed her.  She probably was much more sexually liberated at this point.  After all, there was not much that she hadn’t experienced during the last thirteen weeks.  But she hoped that the three months of complete slavery hadn’t turned her into a mindless drone of a sex slave.

There were five days left until she was to return to college.  They divided up the money.  Part of it was used to pay Faith’s tuition.  The other part was sent to her school’s scholarship fund so that others could benefit from her hard work.

“Can we leave some money in the fund for next year, Mom?” Faith asked hopefully.  “Or in case I decide to go to summer term next year?”

“No, baby,” replied Jill.  “We told everyone how the donations were going to be used.  We can’t be changing the rules now.”

Faith blinked.  “Those were donations?”

Jill chuckled.  “Of course they were, sweetie.  Those were all charitable contributions.  You were bought with pre-tax dollars.”

“Besides, you’ll have a job next summer,” said Jack.  “That will pay for next year’s tuition.”

“But what if the economy doesn’t improve?” asked Faith.  “What if I can’t find a job next summer?”

“Don’t worry, love,” was Jill’s response.  “We’ll keep the job board active in case you need it.  I’ve already updated it for next summer’s weeks.  And half the weeks already have bids on them.”

Faith groaned.  She had been hoping the website would be dismantled at the end of the summer.  This was horrible news.

“Can we at least take down the pictures?”

“No way,” replied Jill emphatically.  “Those pictures are great advertising.  Although I think that word of mouth will actually drive your price up more.  You have been the prime topic of conversation among club members all summer long.  And some of the members who didn’t get a chance to sample you have committed to winning the bidding next year, regardless of cost.”

“Oh,” Jill continued.  “I did make you a scrapbook too.  Well actually, I made you two.”  She set a very thick photo album on the table and then she placed several CDs on top of it.

“The book contains all of the pictures from the website in chronological order in case you want to share your summer adventures with your friends back at school.  I couldn’t figure out a good way to cross reference the pictures, though.  So I burned them onto the disks.  These will let you find pictures by topic.”

Faith looked at her mother in disbelief.  How could she be so clueless?  There was no way she would let her friends at school know how she spent her summer vacation.  She was still trying to figure out what she would tell them when they asked what she did but she surely wasn’t going to tell them about her summer as a sex slave.

“Thanks, Mom,” was all that she said in reply to the clueless wonder who was her mother.

This conversation did one thing for Faith, though.  It gave her a renewed dedication to doing whatever she had to in order to find a real job next summer.  Now she had an acute sense of urgency.

For her last days at home, there was a little more balance in her life.  Faith kind of viewed this as a transition period.  She went shopping with her friends in the afternoons and went out to dinner and movies in the evenings.  To all appearances, she was a normal college girl getting ready to go back to school.

Each morning, however, she would be awakened by her parents and would become their sexual plaything again.  And then again, when she got home each evening, she would be invited to their bed where she would be ravished by the two of them.  So part of each day was perfectly normal.  And the other part was perfectly deviant.

There was only one point during her time with her friends when Faith was worried that her cover had been blown.  She was sitting in a club with two of her girlfriends when a boy slid into the boot beside Faith.

“Hello again, girl,” the boy said.

Faith looked at him and replied without thinking.  “Hello, Master.”

Faith gasped as soon as the words were out of her mouth.  It was Evan Wright.  His parents had bought earlier in the summer as a gift for him.  Now she had blurted out the response that he was her master.

Emily raised an eyebrow.  “Master?”

Evan grinned and reached across the table, offering to shake Emily’s hand.  “Evan Wright, at your service.  Master cocksman.”

Faith gasped again.  “He’s just being funny.  He means master coxswain.  He’s on his school’s crew team.”

Evan looked at Faith, puzzled for a moment.  But thankfully, he realized that Faith’s friends did not know how she had spent her summer.  He let her off the hook and played along with the crew story.  Even though he knew nothing about the sport, he regaled the girls with entertaining stories about his life in control of the boat and its team of rowers.

“You doofus!” she whispered to him as the four of them left the club.

“That’s you doofus Master,” he smiled back at her.

“That week is over,” she hissed at him.  She was not about to let this guy her own age boss her around.  He wouldn’t even know her if his parents hadn’t bought her for him.  She doubted that she would have even dated him if she met him somewhere else.

Her two friends had missed the whispered exchange but they did hear the hiss.  “Faith, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she reassured them.  “I’ll be right out.”  Her two friends walked outside and Faith turned back to Evan.”

“Listen here, master doofus…” But she was cut short when he raised his hand and waggled his finger back and forth.

“Hold that thought, girl.  I have something I want to give to your friends.”  He pulled out his wallet and produced a piece of paper and held it up for her to seem  It was the website address and password that would let her friends discover how she had spent her summer vacation.

He smiled at her and turned toward the door.

“Wait!” she said quickly.  “I’m sorry I called you doofus.”

“I am  too,” he replied and then started walking.

“Wait!” she called out to him.  “Please don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?”  He acted as if he didn’t understand what her concern was.  “I’m only trying to help you.  I figured if I drove more traffic to your website, you could raise more money.  Wasn’t that the objective of the charity?”

“Please don’t,” she implored him.

“What do you have to offer me in exchange for not doing it?”

Faith sighed.  “I don’t know.  What do you want?”

“You,” he replied.

Faith gasped.  “Me?  For how long?”

“Just for tonight,” he said.  “I fly back to school tomorrow night.”

“Deal,” she responded.  “If you promise never to give out that website and password to anyone.”

“Deal,” he said.  “But I do plan to show the pictures to my friends back at school.  I won’t give them access, though.”

Faith’s shoulders sagged at the news.  But she knew that she was in no position to negotiate with the male.  He held all of the cards at the moment.  Finally, she nodded her head.  “You own me.”

They went outside and she told her friends to go ahead without her.  She was going to hang out with the master coxswain for awhile.

“Master Cocksman,” he corrected her.

“Ooooo!” Evan’s mother said as he brought Faith into the house.  “You got her on your own this time.”

“Yes, Mom,” he replied.  “I captured her on my own this time.  Now, I’m taking her upstairs to enjoy her.”

“Have fun, Evan,” the mother called out.  “And remember your parents if you get too worn out.  We’d love to enjoy her for a bit.”

Evan did not wear out.  And it was clear to Faith that something had changed in him.  When he owned her earlier in the summer, he had been a tender and almost tentative lover.  Now, however, he was forceful, controlling and even selfish.

He stripped her at the top of the stairs, leaving her clothes in the hallway as if they were trophies on display.  As soon as he got the naked girl into his room, he bound her bent over the end of the bed.  He immediately plunged his cock into her sex without even seeing if she was ready for him.  Thankfully, her sex was already quite wet.  Faith wasn’t sure why she was flowing so freely already but his cock slid into her easily.  It must be one of the symptoms of being enslaved so frequently and for so long.

He pumped away in her for several minutes before pulling out.  Then he positioned his cock at her asshole and, in one swift motion, impaled her bottom.  She was not ready for that and she cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion.  The cock was coated with her juices but that was the only lubrication and it hurt as she was penetrated so abruptly.

Again, he pumped away without regard for her or her needs.  Her arms were stretched across the bed and bound.  Her feet were spread wide and were also bound.  She felt the cock pistoning inside her rectum and she realized that he viewed her as nothing more than a sperm receptacle.

After he climaxed in her bottom, she was released and he tied her wrists behind her back.  A rope was looped around her neck and tied.  This coarse rope was chafing her skin and was apparently his version of a collar and leash.

He pushed her to her knees and presented his softening cock to her lips.  She balked and tried to pull away, knowing where the cock had just been.  But he grabbed her hair and held her in place as he used his other hand to pry her mouth open.  Then he forced his smelly cock into her mouth with a warning.

“If I feel teeth, I’ll whip you until you bleed.”

She couldn’t believe how she was being treated.  Even during the summer when people paid a lot of money for her, they had not treated her like this.  She was a prized possession to most people.  This guy, however, hadn’t even bothered to undress to use her.  He had simply unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and raped her.

After he deemed his cock to be clean enough, he tucked his cock back into his pants and pulled her to her feet, yanking on her hair.  Tears were in her eyes as he led her by the crude leash downstairs and into the kitchen where his mother was sipping tea.

“She’s a beautiful pet,” commented Mrs. Wright.  “How was she this time?”

“Passable,” he said.  “I’m hungry.  What do we have to eat?”

Mrs. Wright raised her eyebrows at the response.  She too noticed a change in her son.  She got up from her chair and went to Faith.  “Check the fridge, Evan.  I’m sure you’ll find something.”

Then Mrs. Wright lifted Faith’s breasts in her hands and cradled them, letting her fingers enjoy the soft fullness of them.  “Well, I still think that you are exquisite, dear.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Faith sniffled in reply.

“Why don’t you go watch TV for a bit,” Mrs. Wright said to Evan.  “I’m going to clean up your pet.”

“Okay, Mom,” he said as he disappeared through the door carrying a can of beer and a container of something he found in the refrigerator.

Mrs. Wright untied the rope from around Faith’s neck and then led her back upstairs.  “Come, dear.”

The older woman ran a bath and let Faith luxuriate in it for thirty minutes.  Mrs. Wright shampooed the auburn locks and then used a soapy hand to caress all of the feminine body before her.  Faith closed her eyes as she felt the hands gliding over her body, relaxing her.

“It’s funny that you are here tonight,” Mrs. Wright said as she concentrated on Faith’s breasts.  She would soap them up and make them slippery and then would squeeze them at the base and pull upward, letting the firm flesh slide through her fingers until she reached the nipples.  She grasped both nipples and continued to pull upward, stretching the breasts away from Faith’s chest until the nipples slipped free.

“Just this afternoon, we put in a bid for you for next summer.  This time, though, I’m going to keep you for myself.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she felt the fingers squeezing the base of her breasts again.

“You already have a lot of bids for you.  Have you checked the site?  You are a very popular girl.”

“No, Mistress.  I haven’t looked at the site recently.”

Mrs. Wright continued to toy with one breast as she slid her other hand down to cup Faith’s sex.  Then, with her fingers, she slowly brought the beautiful slave to orgasm.

Eventually, Faith was taken back downstairs and reunited with Evan.  He fucked her once more before going to bed and woke Faith up once in the middle of the night to fuck her again.  Again, she felt like nothing more than a sperm receptacle.

Thankfully, Mrs. Wright came into his room the next morning and declared that it was time for Evan to start packing.  “I’ll take the girl,” she said.  “You focus on getting ready for your trip.”

Mr. and Mrs. Wright treated her much better than their son had.  Once again, she was bathed by the older woman.  This time, Mrs. Wright got into the tub with her and, just like the evening before, she did all of the work.  Before long, Faith was moaning and squirming as the woman’s hands glided over her naked flesh.

Mrs. Wright laughed.  “You’re a wiggly little girl, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, Mistress,” moaned Faith as she tried to compose herself.  “But I’m very sensitive in the places where you’re touching me.”

“Hmmm.  Do you mean places like here?”  She squeezed Faith’s nipples lightly and rolled them back and forth.

“Ooooo, yes, Mistress.  Places like there.”  Again, Mrs. Wright laughed.

“What about places like here?”  She leaned forward and sucked one of Faith’s earlobes into her mouth, pulsing it in and out a few times.  Faith gasped and felt goose flesh immediately forming down that side of her body.

“Ooooo,” squealed Faith.  “Yes, Mistress.  Places like there too.”

Mrs. Wright stretched the nipples away from Faith’s chest until they slipped from her grip.  Then she slid her hands down the girl’s belly.  She slowly pushed a finger from her left hand into Faith’s sex which was already swampy with her arousal from all of the touching.  “How about here?”

Faith moaned as her body responded to all of the intimate touches.  “Yes, Mistress.  That place too.”

Mrs. Wright smiled at the reactions of the exquisite girl she held in her arms.  She was a delightful creature and she would make sure that the Wrights won the bidding next summer for at least one week.  She had to own this girl again.  She extended a finger from her right hand and touched Faith’s clit, starting to slowly stroke it.  “What about here?”

“Oh god,” groaned Faith.  “Yes, Mistress.  There toooooooooo!”  She squealed as the orgasm wracked her body and Mrs. Wright just continued to stroke, prolonging the exquisite torture.  Finally, her orgasm died away and her breathing returned to normal.

“Okay, let’s dry you off now.  You are going to make my husband very happy.”  They got out of the tub and Mrs. Wright dried them both.  She blew their hair dry and then brushed out Faith’s.  Finally, she rubbed a thin coat of oil over the girl’s body until her entire body from the neck down glistened in the light.

“You look divine,” Mrs. Wright said as she stepped back to admire the beauty who stood before her.  “Just one last step.”

Mrs. Wright bent Faith over at the waist and had her put her hands on her knees.  Then she coated two of her fingers in oil and slowly pushed them past Faith’s asshole, eliciting a groan from the girl.  She pulled them back out and poured more oil on her fingers before reinserting them in the girl’s ass.  Finally, she rotated her wrist to ensure that everything inside was well coated and lubricated.

“There,” Mrs. Wright finally said as she extracted her fingers and washed her hands.  “Now you’re ready for your new master.”

Mr. Wright was waiting for her.  He was naked and lying in the middle of the bed.  A naked Mrs. Wright led the equally naked and glistening slave girl to the bed and then tugged her up onto it.  It came as no surprise as Mrs. Wright positioned Faith’s bottom to receive the cock.  She already knew where it was going to be lodged because of the older woman’s attention to her rectal lubrication.  But she was surprised that she was positioned with her back to the male’s head.  Normally, people wanted to look at her as they fucked her.

Mrs. Wright had her straddle the husband’s body and then pushed Faith lower as she held the cock.  Faith felt the head of the cock pressing against her sphincter.  It pushed past the tight opening fairly quickly and Mrs. Wright pushed her lower until the shaft was fully embedded in her butt.

Then it became clear why she was positioned the way she was.  Her husband could fuck Faith but Mrs. Wright was going to play with the girl.  She crawled closer and hugged her before starting Faith on a slow up and down motion.  Mrs. Wright’s lips sought out Faith’s and both women were lost in a passionate kiss.

Eventually, Faith picked up the rhythm on her own, freeing up Mrs. Wright’s hands to play with her girl’s body.  Fingers glided everywhere over the smooth oiled skin and squeezed the succulent flesh.  Breasts were squeezed and lifted and squeezed again.  Eventually, fingers found Faith’s clit and Mrs. Wright toyed with it until she brought the girl to orgasm. 

She had three more orgasms that morning at the hands of Mrs. Wright.  She received a deposit of sperm in her rectum from Mr. Wright. And she used her lips and tongue to bring her mistress to climax.  In the early afternoon, they dropped her off at her parents’ house as they drove their son to the airport.

Chapter 15

“Mom, you have to take down that website!” she pleaded once she got into the house.  Then she related her tale of woes from the evening before.

“Isn’t that exciting being captured like that?” was her father’s response.  “A real damsel in distress story.”

“I told you that someone would try to capture and enslave you if you weren’t careful,” added Jill.  “You’re just too yummy not to own.”

“But he couldn’t have captured me if it wasn’t for the website,” Faith complained.  “He was using it to blackmail me.”

“Well, that’s not right,” said Jill.  “I’ll have to talk to his parents about that.”

“What good will that do?” asked an increasingly exasperated Faith.  “The pictures are still up there and he has access to it.  Who knows who else does too by no?  And he’s planning on showing the pictures to his friends.”

Jill smiled.  “I’m sure that Evan is very proud of his week with you.  And I’m sure he will want to share the experience with his friends.”

Faith rolled her eyes.

“Here’s what I’ll do,” Jill added.  “We’ll give him a week.  That should be enough time for him to walk his friends through the gallery.  Then I’ll change the password.  Only the right people will have it after that and I’ll make sure they know not to share it with anyone under any circumstances.”

“By the way,” Jill concluded, “you now have bids for every single week next summer.  Isn’t that exciting?  Even if nobody else bids, you are guaranteed to raise over two hundred thousand dollars.  You are becoming quite a popular little slave girl.”

Faith groaned.  How could her mother think that she could possibly, even remotely, think that she found that exciting?

“By the way,” Jill started again.  Faith cringed as she waited for the next revelation from her clueless mother.  “The Philpotts have asked to borrow you tonight.  I said I’d send you over at around six.”

“But Mom, this is my last night at home,” protested Faith.

“I know, dear,” nodded Jill.  “I know that you wanted to serve us for your last night before you went back to school.  But they are such dear friends.”

Faith rolled her eyes again.  “No, it’s not that.  I wanted to spend time with my friends before I left town.  Besides, I planned to give myself to them at Thanksgiving to make up for the time they lost during the week when they owned me.”

“Oh, you were, were you?” asked Jill with raised eyebrows.  “Well you can do that too.  But be sure to clear it with me the next time you decide to be giving your body away.  We can’t have you getting double booked.  I’ve already given you to the Simses for the week between Christmas and New Years.”

Faith gasped.  “Mom, how could you?”

“Relax, sweetie,” Jill replied.  “It was the least I could do.  After all, they did spend a lot of money for you this summer.  And besides, they’ll own me too for that week.”

Faith just groaned again and shook her head in disbelief.

“I guess I should start working now to make sure I have a slave girl of my own for that week,” said Jack.

“Yes, you should,” agreed Jill.  “I’ll arrange for Jessica.  After all, we gave her Faith for Christmas last year.”

“Am I going to be a Christmas present again this year?” asked Faith.

“Yes, love,” replied Jill.  “We both are.  We’ll spend Christmas morning here and then deliver ourselves to Phil and Barbara as their Christmas presents.  And we’ll enjoy the New Year celebration with them before we return home on New Years day.”

The next Day, Faith was back in her car, speeding down the highway toward her college.  She never would have believed that she would look forward to being in school.  But after the lunacy of the summer, she couldn’t wait to sit her butt in an uncomfortable chair and listen to a boring lecture.  It would be divine.

She served her time as the Philpott’s sex toy the evening before.  This visit was a little different from past visits with the Philpotts.  She kind of enjoyed it, actually.  Tom was clearly her master.  But Jessica was not her mistress.  Instead, the beautiful Mrs. Philpott was her slave sister.  This was a new twist.  She and Jessica had both been subs at her parents’ party earlier in the summer.  But they had been used separately that time.  This time was different.

Faith was told to leave her clothes in the kitchen once she arrived.  Then, a naked Faith padded into the living room behind her master for the night.  Kneeling in the center of the carpet was a very naked Jessica.  The only clothing that she wore was a collar.

Tom locked the steel collar from earlier in the summer around Faith’s neck and then instructed her to kneel beside her slave sister.  Then he guided them through a series of activities.  Any fantasy that he had about girl/girl sex came to light and was acted out by the two lovelies.

He had them face each other until their nipples touched.  Then he just watched the two female forms touching so lightly and so intimately.  He had them kiss and enjoyed the way their breasts squashed together.  He had them caress each other’s bodies, which they did gladly and with enthusiasm.

He was enjoying the scene so much that he was getting overheated and needed relief.  He had them crawl to him and service him with their mouths.  They started by kissing the head of the cock together and running their tongues down each side of the shaft.  They frequently paused in their chore to kiss one another and at one point he had to remind them of their assignment.

Jessica was the first one to wrap her lips around the cock and she let it slide deep into her mouth.  She did one stroke and then Faith took over.  They alternated back and forth, engulfing the shaft and then relinquishing it to the slave sister.  All the while, they were fondling and caressing each other’s bodies.  The erotic sights of the two beautiful slave girls and the stimulation to his cock soon overwhelmed him.  He erupted into Jessica’s mouth and she sucked on the shaft until it stopped spewing it seed.  But she didn’t swallow.

Instead, she pulled her head back, letting the cock slide from her lips.  She kissed Faith, holding her in an embrace and pushed the sperm from her mouth into Faith’s.  Faith accepted the salty load readily and held it in her mouth.  Then they passed it back and forth several times until Jessica had it in her mouth once again.  She pushed back on Faith’s shoulders until the younger girl was lying on her back with Jessica lying on top of her.

Jessica held her head above Faith’s and smiled.  Faith realized what Jessica was about to do and opened her mouth wide.  Jessica then parted her lips slightly and let her husband’s seed dribble into her slave sister’s mouth.  “Swallow it,” Jessica said once all of the sperm was deposited in Faith’s mouth.

Faith gladly swallowed the entire load and received another steamy kiss from Jessica as her reward.  Then, Tom was ready for the next act in his pornographic play.

The two girls were positioned by the master.  Again, Faith was on her back on the floor.  Jessica was placed above her facing the opposite direction.  Upon his command, they started licking and sucking on one another’s pussies as he had them sixty nine together.  Jessica was the first to climax and he commanded them to keep going.  Faith climaxed shortly later.

“Continue,” he said.  By now, he was hard again and he knelt behind his wife.  With one swift push, he entered her completely, drawing a gasp out of her as she felt completely filled.  He stroked slowly, wanting it to last.  He loved the slurping sounds that they made and reveled in the little moans and coos that they emitted.  They each had another orgasm and he told them to continue.  Jessica finally erupted in her third orgasm and he followed shortly behind, filling his wife’s pussy with his sperm.

He pulled out as the slurping continued.  “Clean her out, girl,” he told Faith.  Faith’s tongue swiped through Jessica’s petals as she saw the white sticky fluid starting to ooze out.  She slurped and sucked, tasting the salty fluid.  And she continued to swallow as Jessica’s tongue and lips continued to assault her sex.  By the time Faith achieved her third orgasm of the evening, she had two servings of sperm in her belly.

Tom needed time to recover but he was not about to let the two beauties rest.  There were at least two more acts in his play.  “Faith, come.”

The two girls had been snuggling together on the carpet, enjoying the warm afterglow of their orgasms.  Faith heard the command and quickly disentangled herself from Jessica.  “Yes, Master.”

“Over my knee, girl,” said Tom in the most commanding voice that he could muster.

Faith quickly laid her body over his knee, with her bottom sticking up vulnerably.  “Have I been bad, Master?” she asked, knowing that she was about to be spanked or paddled but also knowing that she had not done anything to misbehave.  She knew that he was going to be spanking her just for his entertainment.

He ran his hand over the smooth, firm globes of flesh that were being presented to him.  The girl was totally flawless.  “No, girl.  You have been very, very good.  This is just for my amusement.”

Then, without warning, he brought his hand down swiftly for the first spank.  It was not all that hard but it still drew a yelp from Faith as she was caught by surprise.

Jessica rolled onto her side and propped her head up on her hand to watch the spanking of her slave sister.  Faith’s arms were extended with her palms on the floor as she held herself up and in position.  Her toes were off the ground and her breasts dangled deliciously, jiggling with each stroke.

Faith received a dozen strikes.  Her bottom had turned a nice shade of pink by the time he was finished.  And Faith could feel his cock stirring as its head started rubbing against her denuded pubic mound.

“Jessica, it’s your turn now,” he announced once he had finished with Faith.  Faith stood up and reached behind her, rubbing her butt which was warm to the touch.  Jessica spread herself across her husband’s lap and Faith lay down on the carpet to watch.

“Gosh, she’s beautiful,” thought Faith; perfect skin, perfect ass, perfect legs, tight tiny waist, gorgeous face, and breasts that defined the ideal.  At least they were ideal in Faith’s mind.  And then she shook her head to clear her mind.  “Wow!  I’m really changed if I’m admiring another woman’s body now,” she thought.

She listened to and watched the spanks raining down on Jessica’s behind.  Faith lost track of the count but she was sure her slave sister was receiving more than she did.  Jessica wiggled in her master’s lap and yelped and moaned as her bottom turned pinker and pinker.  She also noticed that Tom’s cock was now fully erect and was as hard as steel at this point.

Eventually, Tom grew tired of reddening the bottoms of his girls and decided to move on to the final act of his play.  He had Jessica lie on the dining room table and spread her legs widely.  Then he had Faith stand between her legs.

“Lick her,” he told Faith.  Faith quickly complied and bent over at the waist, fluttering her tongue over Jessica’s sex.  Tom stood to the side and watched the excitingly lewd act.

“Put a finger in her,” he commanded.  Again, Faith quickly complied.  She extended her index finger and then slowly pumped it in and out of her slave sister.

“Another finger,” he said.  She put her middle finger alongside the index finger and moved them in and out of Jessica.  Tom watched his wife becoming fidgety.  He reached out and rested his hand on one of her breasts and squeezed it softly.

“Another finger.”  Faith now had three fingers gliding in and out of Jessica as she kept fluttering her tongue over the older girl’s clit.

“Another finger.”  Faith gasped as she realized where this was heading.  She had been fisted before but she had never fisted anyone else.  She wasn’t sure if she could do this or exactly how to do it.

“Master?” said Jessica, raising her head as she too figured out what was about to happen to her.

“Hush, girl,” answered Tom as he gave the breast that he had been kneading a hard swat.  The breast bounced wildly on Jessica’s chest and she emitted a yelp.

“Now the thumb.”  Faith groaned but tucked her thumb alongside the fingers and moved them all slowly in and out.  She cold feel the girl’s sex tightening around her knuckles as she pushed inward.

“Master!” gasped Jessica in a panic.

He swatted the other breast and then the first one and then gave each two more blows, keeping the firm globes animated.

“All the way in now.”  Faith groaned again.  She could not believe this was happening.  But she did obey and start pushing.  There was a lot of resistance from Jessica’s tight channel but there was plenty of lubrication from Jessica’s highly aroused state.  Finally, Faith’s hand popped through to the sounds of Jessica groaning.

Faith was amazed.  She stopped her tongue for a moment and looked at her wrist disappearing into the woman’s body.  She moved her fingers and could feel the wet warmth of Jessica’s sweet cavern of honey.  She stroked the supple vaginal walls with her fingertips, feeling them yielding to her touch.  She heard Jessica moan and looked up across the beautiful body.

Tom was gripping Jessica’s nipples and stretching them upward, tightening the breasts into conical shapes.  Jessica’s body was coated with a light sheen of perspiration as her body was used and toyed with.

Faith lowered her head and returned her tongue to the juicy clit of the captive woman.  No sooner did her tongue make contact with the clit than Jessica’s body tensed and she let out a loud groan.  Faith felt her neighbor’s sex tighten around her hand and wrist as the intense orgasm raced through Jessica’s body.

As soon as Jessica started to return to normal, Faith started to extract her hand.

“Stop,” commanded Tom.  “Leave it in there.  You aren’t finished playing with my new toy.”

“Yes, Master,” replied Faith as she pushed her partially revealed hand back into Jessica, eliciting another moan.

Tom released the nipples, letting the stretched breasts fall back into their original shape.  Faith glanced up again, seeing that the nipples were stiff and still very elongated.  Tom moved behind Faith and, with one thrust, fully embedded himself in her sex, causing her to suck in her breath.

Faith was licking the succulent clit again, occasionally sucking on it and pulsing it between her lips.  Her fingers were once again moving inside of Jessica, probing and exploring the hidden, dark recesses.

“Form a fist, girl,” ordered Tom.

“Yes, Master,” replied Faith as she complied.

“Now pump it in and out,” was the next command.

Faith started moving her fist forward and back, seeing more of her wrist disappearing and then partially emerging.  Her wrist was shiny with Jessica’s copious lubrication.

“Faster,” said Tom.  “Harder.”

Faith sped up the actions as she continued to flutter her tongue over the clit before her face.

“Harder, “commanded Tom.  “Punch into her.”

Faith sped up more and extended her reach.  She felt her fist come into contact with her friend’s cervix and heard Jessica cry out from the pain she had caused.  She felt Tom’s cock speed up inside of her and cried out as the long shaft punched against her own cervix.  Jessica tensed again and groaned as Faith’s tongue and repeated punching of her cervix overwhelmed her with the combination of pain and pleasure and sent her over the edge again into orgasm.  Faith watched Jessica’s belly quivering and her arms twitching almost as if she was having convulsions.

“Once more,” Tom instructed Faith.  Faith couldn’t believe the command.  She was starting to worry about Jessica’s health and safety.  The last orgasm had obviously been intense.  The next one might kill her.

“Master, please,” begged Jessica.  “No more.  Please.”

Tom leaned down over Faith’s back with his cock still fully impaling her.  He extended one arm and again swatted Jessica’s breasts multiple times until she stopped begging and complaining.

“Wow!” thought Faith as she sucked Jessica’s clit back between her lips.  “This is getting pretty intense!”

“I want to see that fist moving,” said Tom.  “Push it up.  Let me see you push out her  belly.”

Faith did her best to comply and pushed her fist outward.  She couldn’t see any change in the older girl’s belly but Tom must have seen something since he didn’t say anything more.  Then she gasped as she felt an oily finger starting to probe her asshole.

“Uh oh,” she breathed.

Her fears were well founded.  After plunging his finger into Faith’s rectum several times, he pulled his cock out of her sex and plunged it quickly into her bottom, skewering her with a single stroke.  She groaned as she felt herself stretched around the shaft and filled so completely.

She continued to move her fist for a bit and then opened her hand to stroke and probe inside of her neighbor.  Her tongue kept fluttering over the clit which was engorged and distended at this point.  And she felt the pole continuing to impale her ass and fill her bottom so completely.

Jessica shrieked as her body tensed for a third time.  Then her limbs twitched uncontrollably almost as if she was being electrocuted.  A moment later, Tom grunted and tensed and stopped moving.  Faith knew that her bowels were being filled with his seed.

“Stop now,” Tom finally commanded.  Both Faith and Jessica breathed a sigh of relief.  Tom finally softened and slid out of Faith’s ass.  Then he commanded his limp wife to get between Faith’s legs and bring her to orgasm.  They were all spent after that and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.

This morning, she said goodbye to two families, although the two goodbyes were remarkably similar.  She woke up in the arms of the Philpotts who were already awake.  She asked that she be allowed to use the bathroom and a naked Jessica led Faith by the leash into the adjoining bath.  Jessica stood there, as if supervising, as Faith used the toilet, brushed her teeth, and then combed out her hair.  Then Jessica led the girl back to the bed.

Her final moments with the Philpotts were in a threesome. Jessica and Faith were sixty nining with Jessica on the bottom.  Tom was behind Faith, pounding his cock into her.  It was not tender love making.  It was more like sex on a schedule.  All participants knew that Faith did not have much time before she left for school.  They climaxed almost at the same time but the whole episode only lasted about fifteen minutes.  This was far different from the normal, leisurely hours-long fucks that she was used to with the Philpotts.

Once again, she lost track of the times that she climaxed in the arms of the dreamy Mr. Philpott and the beautiful, beautiful Jessica during her visit.  She told them of her desire to be their girl over Thanksgiving break.  She would have preferred to surprise them but she was afraid that they might make out of town plans if they didn’t know.  They assured her that they would be in town and that they were looking forward to claiming her as their girl again.

Jessica got dressed and then led her naked charge across the yards.  Thankfully, Faith did not see any neighbors out and about.  Jessica handed the leash to Jill who then led the naked girl up to the master bedroom where Jack was still sleeping.

Once again, Faith found herself in a threesome with her mother on the bottom as they sixty nined.  Jack pounded his cock into his daughter’s sex which was already well lubricated by his neighbor’s sperm, although Faith never needed extra lubrication, he knew. Once again, it was fast and furious and the three of them climaxed together.

Then Faith showered, dressed and got into her car.  She backed out of the driveway and waved to her parents before starting her journey back to college.

Faith made a mental note as she sped along the Interstate to call her mother in a week to make sure the password to the website was changed.  And she wanted to get the new password herself.  There was no way that she would share the pictures with her friends.  But she might want to relive some of her experiences on lonely nights when she was finished with her studies.

She focused on the road.  And she tried to figure out what to say when one of her friends asked her how she spent her summer vacation.

The End