Charity Events

Chapter 12: Treat for the Twins

Chet was the bolder of the two twins. He stepped forward and slowly walked around the two naked women letting his eyes roam freely over their nudity. "Anything?"

"Well, almost anything. You can't kill them or anything like that," replied the father.

"But sex is okay?"

"Sex is more than okay, son," said Perry. "I would be worried about you if there was no sex."

"Wow" was Chet's response as he stood in front of Jill, eying her freely. "Which one is mine?"

"They both belong to both of you," replied Allison. "You will have to figure out how to share them."

"Eeeewwww!!!" exclaimed Mandy who had been silent until this point. "But they're girls! I can't have sex with them!"

"You could if you wanted to," said Allison. "But you don't have to. We were hoping to buy a boy and a girl but we didn't see any boys who interested us. So we bought the two best girls there. And don't worry about the sex, dear. There are so many other ways to enjoy a slavegirl."

"You actually bought them?" asked Mandy.

"You bet," responded Perry. "Paid good money for them too."

"Perry, don't be so crass," interjected Allison. "The whole world doesn't revolve around money. Suffice it to say, children, that we purchased these two women for you."

Chet reached out and touched Jill's left breast, poking at it slightly and denting the skin inward. She didn't even flinch as his fingers moved over the soft, sensitive flesh. He moved around the slavegirl, letting his fingers glide over the toned flesh until he was back in front of her. Then he moved his hand down over the taut belly to her hairless sex.

"This is awesome, Dad!" gushed Chet.

"I'm glad you like your gifts," Perry replied. "Mandy, you can go touch too if you like."

"Daaaaaaaad!" complained Mandy.

"Suit yourself," was the father's response.

Jill was surprised that the boy seemed to be fixated on her instead of Charity. She viewed Charity as far prettier than herself and much closer to him in age. But there was no denying that he seemed fascinated by the older woman. She watched as he slowly untied and removed the pink ribbons that were adorning her nipples and then watched as he grasped each nubbin and rolled them between his fingers.

Allison was also surprised. She thought that both slaves were equally beautiful but assumed that Chet would be more attracted to the younger one instead of the one who looked to be only slightly younger than herself. And she had hoped that the older slave could almost play a surrogate mother role with her daughter when it came to freedom in sexual behaviors.

Allison was also puzzled by Mandy's reaction to having naked females available to her. Surely, the girl had fantasies about being with another female and maybe had even tried it out before with one of her friends. Maybe she was simply behaving this way because her parents were watching. Or maybe she truly didn't know what to do. If the presence of the parents was the problem, that was easily fixed. If it was due to inexperience, however, then Allison might have to demonstrate how to use a slavegirl. But that would be tricky.

Allison stood up and looked at Perry. "We have other things to do. Let's leave the kids alone to play with their new toys."

"Yes, dear," replied Perry as he got up. He followed his wife upstairs and they spent the next two hours fucking each other silly. While the afterglow still lingered, Allison propped herself up against the headboard.

"Which one do you like best?" she asked.

"I like them both. They're both very attractive and they both seem well trained."

"But if we decided to keep one, which one would it be?" she asked.

"Oh, we're keeping one?" Perry responded with surprise. "Well I suppose if I had to choose, it would be seventeen. Although Chet seems to be quite taken with number five. Either way I would be happy and either way Chet would have good taste."

"Five is Jill," informed Allison. "Seventeen is Charity. I think I would keep Charity too. But I thought we might try each of them out during the week."

"Oh you did, did you?" chuckled Perry.

Allison punched him in the arm. "Yes I did. Just consider me a mother checking out new toys to make sure they are safe for her children."

Perry laughed. "I enjoy helping with safety tests too."

After the parents left the room, Chet turned toward his sister. "Do you mind if I have this one?" he asked, resting his hand on Jill's naked bottom.

"I think they were both meant to be for both of us," Mandy corrected him.

"Well, I'm taking this one to my room for a bit. You can start with that one." With that, he led Jill upstairs, leaving Mandy and Charity alone together.

"We don't have to do anything," said Charity after a long pause between the two of them. "We could just talk if you would prefer."

"Hmmmphh," was all that Mandy said. Then she plopped herself down on the sofa, unsure about what to do with her gift. Charity just remained standing with her wrists still bound behind her back.

"Might as well make yourself comfortable," Mandy finally said. "Have a seat."

Silently, Charity crossed the room and perched her bottom on the edge of the sofa with her body angled toward Mandy. "Thank you."

"Do you want me to untie you?" asked the girl.

"Only if it pleases you," replied Charity.

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Why are you a slave anyways?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," said Charity. "I guess I was just meant to be a slave."

"Well, let's at least get those ridiculous ribbons off," Mandy said as she reached forward to untie the bows on Charity's nipples. Charity arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward in an attempt to help the girl, causing Mandy's fingers to unexpectedly collide with the firm flesh. Mandy immediately stiffened and pulled her hands back.

"I'm sorry," said Charity sadly. "I was only trying to help."

"That's okay," responded Mandy who was visibly shaken by the encounter. "I'm just not used to breasts."

Charity nodded but remained quiet as Mandy tried again and successfully removed the ribbons. "That's not what I mean because I have breasts. I'm used to them. It's other breasts I'm not used to. That's not what I mean either. All women have breasts. I'm used to that. Oh you know what I mean."

"I think so," said Charity. "You're not used to touching other girls' breasts."

"Exactly," said Mandy. "But you have very nice breasts. It's not that I don't what to touch them because I don't like them or anything like that. It's just…." And then her voice trailed off.

Charity waited a few moments until she was sure that the girl was finished. "You can touch them if you like."

Mandy's eyes opened wide when she heard that. "You want me to?"

"Only if it would please you," said Charity. "They belong to you now. Or they belong to you and your brother."

"Wow," exclaimed Mandy. "I never thought of it like that." She reached out and tentatively ran a finger across Charity's left breast, circling the nipple once and causing it to stiffen. "They really are very nice. They're beautiful in fact."

Charity smiled. "Thank you. What should I call you? Should I call you Mistress or Miss Mandy or Miss Amanda?"

"Oh," said a surprised teenager. "I don't know. What did you call your last owner?"

"I call her Mistress," replied Charity as she wondered how her owner was faring at the hands of her best friend.

"Mistress would be fine, then," said Mandy.

"Yes, Mistress."

"How did you become a slave?" asked the teenager. Charity explained the history of her enslavement starting with her fascination with the idea and the stories that she wrote and published. She described how she had gradually become more submissive to her aunt and how attending the costume party had sort of tipped the scales. "So now I'm a slave," Charity concluded.

"Do you like being a slave?"

"Most of the time, yes," replied Charity. "Most of the time it's the most natural thing in the world for me."

Mandy shook her head. "I don't understand at all."

"Maybe you were born to be a mistress and I was just meant to be a slave."

"Maybe," agreed Mandy. "But now I guess I need to learn how to be a mistress."

"You seem to be doing just fine," reassured Charity. "You'll be a wonderful mistress."

As this conversation was going on, Jill was busy sucking on Chet's cock to get him hard again. He had already pushed her back on the bed and mounted her, pistoning his cock in and out of her and cumming in her quickly. Now she was preparing him for a second round and she knew that, with a teenage boy, there would be many more.

"So what should we do?" asked Mandy.

"Whatever you would like," replied the slave. "We could continue to talk or we could do something together or you could go somewhere by yourself and leave me here. I belong to you but I hope that I'm not a burden."

Many thought she had hurt Charity's feelings and she scooted across the couch to hug her slave. Somehow, the feel of naked flesh did not feel so foreign this time, although she was only touching Charity's shoulders and back. Charity enjoyed the caring embrace. The touch also seemed to embolden Mandy.

"These are really beautiful," the teenager said as she rubbed her fingers lithgly over both breasts. "Mine need to grow a bit more before they'll be this nice."

"I don't know, Mistress," replied Charity. "You have a beautiful figure. I think your breasts are perfect for you."

"What's it like to have sex with another woman?" asked Mandy curiously.

"I suppose it all depends on who the other woman is," responded Charity after she paused for a moment to think about the question. "I had never tried it before a month or so ago. And I've only had sex with two women. But it was very nice with each. It's a lot softer and gentler. It's more tender."

"Maybe I can wrestle Jill away from Chet at some point and you can show me."

"Yes Mistress. Jill is a wonderful lover," commented Charity.

"Oh, so Jill is the other one you've had sex with?"

"Yes Mistress. Jill and I were paired together a week ago." She went on to describe how the two girls had been displayed for the entertainment of the dominants and how they had formed a friendship.

"She's very pretty too," said Mandy. "But I think you're my favorite."

Charity blushed. "Thank you Mistress. But you don't even know Jill. She's so warm and caring, on top of being beautiful. You really should give her a chance."

"It sounds like my slave is arguing with me," said Mandy. ""I hope I'm wrong because otherwise I might have to punish her."

Charity gasped and instantly clamped her lips shut. Then Mandy led her slave up to her own bedroom and closed the door for more privacy.

"I'm still not quite sure what to do with you," said Mandy. "How did your other owner use you?"

"Most of the time, I think I'm just used for decoration," explained Charity. "At least I assume that's why she keeps me naked. I have chores that I have to do also but I had chores even before I became a slave. She likes me to kneel a lot so I'm frequently kneeling at her feet or at her side as she reads or watches television. And then there's the sex. She likes to have sex with me a lot."

"Don't you ever get bored of being a slave? It sounds as if you are cooped up a lot. And all of the kneeling would drive me crazy."

"Oh no, not at all," replied Charity. "I can't remember being bored. Mistress, I mean my other mistress, is always surprising me in some way. It keeps me very excited and very aroused."

"Hmmmm," said Mandy. "I'll have to work on that I guess. Okay, now hop up onto the bed and lean back against the pillows. I want you to play with yourself for me."

"Yes Mistress," blushed Charity. It was no worse than other things she had been commanded to do. But she had started to think that there would be no sex involved with this new relationship. She now realized that she was wrong and that somehow made it more embarrassing.

"I will need my hands for that, Mistress."

"Oh yeah," said Mandy and it was her turn to blush. She quickly untied the ribbon and watched as Charity climbed onto the bed. The slavegirl moved the pillows around, making a comfortable pile against the headboard, and then leaned back against them. She spread her legs and reached between them with her right hand. She immediately sent her left hand to join the other hand when Mandy stretched out on the bed and laid with her face only inches from Charity's sex.

"Take that hand away," commanded Mandy. "I want to watch."

Again, Charity blushed but she obediently removed the offending hand. Then she started to glide her fingers over her labia, knowing full well that her new mistress could see how wet and aroused she was. Fingers slid up and down the labia and then stretched them apart to let a third finger slide into her juicy sex. The fingers would then move up to pull back the little sheath as the third finger circled and stroked the erect clitoris.

Mandy was enthralled by the show. It was amazing to her. She was starting to realize that she did totally control this girl who was a couple of years older than her. And the blushing had told her that Charity was not a shameless slut. She was simply a slave. And the knowledge that she owned this slave was like a powerful aphrodisiac to the teenager. She was also amazed at some of the ways that Charity played with herself and made mental notes to try out some of the techniques.

At that same moment, three other women were doing very similar things. Jill had been fucked twice and was now sitting on Chet's bed with her legs spread. Chet was lying in the same position as Mandy watching Jill play with herself as he watched his sperm slowly seep out of her.

Janice was similarly propped up on Claire's bed with Claire in the same position as Mandy. Janice was stroking herself to entertain her temporary owner and Claire would occasionally stop her and scoop her tongue up between Janice's petals to savor the sweet nectar.

Allison was in the same position in her own bed but had no audience. Perry was sleeping soundly beside her after their energetic sexual romp but Allison was still highly charged despite her two orgasms.

Even Hal was putting on a show at the same moment. He was propped up in the bed of his owners with the man lying in the same position as Mandy. The wife was kneeling on the bed and nibbling on the new slave's nipples while her husband held the slaves balls in his hand and Hal pumped his own cock up and down to masturbate for them.

When Charity would focus on her clit, Mandy would tentatively reach forward and run a finger over a glistening labia causing the slavegirl to shudder. Once, she even slid her finger into Charity and this was all it took to send the slavegirl over the edge. Again, Mandy was amazed as she watched the beautiful body tense and saw the girl's belly quivering as the orgasm rushed through her.

"Do me," said Mandy after Charity's breathing had returned to normal and she finally opened her eyes again.

"Yes Mistress," replied Charity. "How would you like me to do you?"

"The same way. Wait a second though." Mandy jumped off the bed and quickly shed her clothes. Then she crawled back up and sat on the bed against Charity, spreading her legs. "Okay, now I'm ready."

Charity found her new mistress' body fascinating. The girl was lovely and perfectly formed and Charity found herself becoming immediately aroused, causing her to wonder if she was becoming a lesbian. The mistress' back was pressed against the slave's chest, pushing the full breasts to the sides slightly. The teenager wiggled back as far as she could until Mandy could feel the slave's wet heat against her bottom.

Charity reached both arms around the girl and cupped one hand over the owner's sex with a second hand on top of the first. She kept her hands there motionless for a moment to let Mandy adjust to the new contact. Mandy did not seem to need an adjustment period, though, and she placed her hands over Charity's giving them a reassuring squeeze.

Charity used the fingers of her right hand to masturbate her owner, using all of the same motions that she had used on herself. She moved more slowly with Mandy, however, because she wanted the moment to last so the girl would enjoy it more. Charity moved her left hand upward and ran her palm slowly over the taut belly, enjoying the way it would quiver and jump in response to the attentions of her right hand.

Being bolder than she knew she should be, Charity tilted her head forward and started planting little kisses on Mandy's left ear and cheek. She waited for her reprimand but was instead surprised when her mistress turned her head to let their lips meet. Mandy was emitting soft moans as she snaked her tongue out, probing the slave's mouth and letting their tongues dance together.

Charity was surprised by the boldness and the apparent, sudden change of heart of the teenager but welcomed her owner's affection. The slave raised her left hand higher and let her palm glide lightly over each of Mandy's full breasts, feeling the stiff little nipples scraping against the flesh of her hand. Charity couldn't understand Mandy's concerns about breast size. The mounds that she was feeling were large and firm and perfect. Charity started using her fingers to circle and tease the girl's nipples, eliciting more moans from her owner. Suddenly, Charity stopped the fingers of her right hand but kept her left hand busy, causing Mandy to groan in frustration. The slave did not stop for long, however, and with only a few more strokes of the sensitive clit, Mandy's whole body tightened as she groaned again, but this time in climax.