Mother's Owner # 13
by Paladin
Martha was torn between the pleasure of the pounding in her cunt, the burning
pain of her pierced nipples, and the horror of being naked before these
strangers in her neighbors kitchen. She could not think... She could not
scream.... Her tits cried out her debauchery.... She could not bear it.. She did
the only thing... as she felt the hose spewing in her cunt .. she passed out.
Vi was holding her head up by her gray hair. Greg was pumping out the last of
his juices into the bitches hole.
Lonia went over to the squatting slave, O. She stood before the slave for a
second before she slapped the slaves nipples.
This served to remind the slave of her response,
"How may I serve you, Mistress?" O inquired.
"Put your hands behind your head and stick out those tits. You are one slow
bitch and I'm going to fix that right now." Lonia demanded.
Quaking with fear O assumed the required position. Her aching exposed mammarys
stood right out there and waited for the inevitable stroke...
"Why are we going to tit whip these?" Lonia asked... pulling on the nipple
rings.
"I was slow to ask for your will." O answered hating every word she pronounced.
"Good you are not totally stupid. You realize your error. Now beg me to punish
them... Or I'll do it when your sitting on a hot sauce prepared dummy. We have
lots of that sauce.." Lonia reminded her.
Just the memory or the hot sauce inside her influenced her to beg...
"Please please Mistress Lonia.... whip my tits.... I deserve it.. I .... Please
whip my tits." O cried out.
SPLATT
"AAAAAAA"
"Now that one doesn't count. You must thank the one correcting you. Now we'll
try again. Don't worry...You'll get it right... We have all day and then some
people will come over and they will help in your training..." Lonia related to
her trainee raising the lone leash.
This tedious training went on and on....
Meanwhile Vi was happily toying with the now ringed tits of poor Martha. True
they were old and tired. Vi decided to make them her project. She would enliven
the almost useless organs.
"Greg did she give you a real good ride.... and when I did these." she asked
holding up one of her hand worked tits.
"Liked to pinched off old Peter when you did her. Too bad we can't do um more...
Bitch be awful slow other wise..." Greg answered from his position with his head
in the refrigerator. "Any beer, or something to wet my throat?"
Lonia looked over at his big black ass sticking out of the refrigerator and
commented,
"Not really Greg. How about you go get some things for the party. Chips etc...
Here take O's whore money. I know she'll donate it and herself for the party...
Won't you bitch??"
From her position, nude, chained, totally exposed, she was grateful for the
respite from her tit whipping. She readily agreed.
"Yes Mistress..." she managed.
Greg took the money, put on his clothes and left to do the errand that Lonia
wanted.
"Hope he comes back." Lonia said to Vi.
"You mean he'd steal from us??" Vi demanded.
"NAA He wants to come back and dip his wick in the bitches... but well the boy
has a problem. He likes knocking over convenience
stores..." Lonia answered..
"And you gave him our money?" Vi demanded.
"No body's perfect." Lonia commented, "Now lets get these bitches to work
cleaning up the place. Move all the furniture out of the living room and here
and your room. This group'll trash it all if we have it out for um. Come on
bitch!" Lonia commanded O by tugging her now attached leash and started the
slave on her task.
Vi tried to get Martha's help but she proved to be real balky. Lonia had to take
a hand, or rather a strap,then she worked well. That strap on a woman's tits
worked wonders...
After the rooms were clear the slaves were taken outside and hosed off in the
back yard.
Lonia came up with an idea to keep the slaves busy till they were needed.
"I don't want them standing around with nothing to do. Bring um back here to the
shed." Lonia ordered.
O by her cunt lock and Martha by her tit rings were lead to the little metal
shed. They were forced to clean it out of the implements and plants. Now the
slaves were forced into the '69' position and their nipple rings were joined
with locks.
Each was given a dildow and the command...
"Give the bitch before you a good fucking. When I come back here, if I do not
fine a pair of wet red holes I'll take a curling iron to the other bitch." Lonia
explained.. "And I don't want any talking... Just fucking... Oh O I almost
forgot... Here let me unlock your lips... There now Martha... You give her a
good fucking... Come on stroke ... stroke.."
Smack ... Smack...
"Come on bitches get them thing in there deep..." Smack.. "Martha Don't fuck
around... dig it right in there... Start in the ass... Just like you like that
old fart of yours... He was in there before. Can't you smell him.." Lonia
inquired.
Enraged and feeling the cylinder wielded by O bruising her uterus, Martha
commenced to forcing her dummy deeper into her neighbors ass hole..
O sought to please the bitch Lonia, She forced her dummy deep inside Martha till
it bottomed out. All the while she tried to keep her aching tits in contact with
their counterparts on Martha. She hurts soo bad every time she loses contact tit
to tit. Then she felt Martha's deep thrusts in her wide open ass...
Martha and O tired during their long girlie session but neither ceased totally
to torment the other... The metal shed was like an oven and the sweat fell in
torrents on the madly coupling women.
Every so often the door flew open and Vi or Lorna looked in to see that the
girls were hard at work... The strap encouraged the slacking slave to strain to
greater efforts...
Finally the door opened again and it was evident by the darkness that the night
had come.
Vi unlocked the tit to tit locks and relocked her mother's labia. Both exhausted
women were taken out on the lawn and hosed down. As the water was ice cold and
did not totally clean up the women from their 'days work'. During the 'washing'
a couple of drunken boys came out of the kitchen and help.
They joyously dug right into the work of cleaning up the shrinking naked women.
Here a young man, probably a virgin, was allowed free access to female parts of
an older, and in the case of Martha, Old Old, woman.
(Just think of it.. All those things you never get to handle... A real live tit
and these were with rings.. Stick your hand in the slit where you came from??
Finger a bitch as much as you like and she has no say. You wanna put the soap
in... Well use your imagination...)
Then the naked women, shivering and cold were taken in the house through the
kitchen with its plethora of bottles and snacks, to the living room. There the
slaves were forced down over the seat of two kitchen chairs. They were arranged
so their chests stuck out one side. Tits swaying free for anything, decorated by
rings of gold. Asses available at the other Each hand was tied to a chair leg
and each ankle was similarly joined to a leg.
Cunts were on the other side and for the party O's cunt lock was ceremoniously
removed and the fucking and sucking began...
You can imagine the noise and the reaction if this was a city apartment, but
this was the country and the only nearby house was the Williams residence.....
and we know they weren't home..
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Late evening old man Williams came home. He wanted his dinner.. He was drunk and
disappointed. Martha was not there. She did not call his beeper or leave a
message or anything.
She must be at some friends place.. But who?? She never...
Angelo went in to the living room and sat in his favorite chair and as he had a
heat on from taking his 'ass fucking' story to the bar. He soon fell into a deep
drunken sleep...
He woke up and his neck was killing him.. He stumbled to the toilette and
relieved the used liquids from his pervious day.
Wait a minute something was wrong... No Martha... No lights...
Only the din from the Campbell's house.. He scratched his now full balls and
thought fondly of the smooth white ass of Olives that had soo occupied his
day... His shriveled old organ began to stiffen from that thought...
Looking around he had nothing to do... Nothing on the tube... and then their was
still that stiffie he needed to take care of.
His hand?? NAAA.... Martha? Better but well... Not here! He reached into his
pocket and found the folding cash he had just retrieved from the ATM..
If Martha ain't here now would she miss him? What would it hurt..
He would go over and see if the niggar was gone. Maybe he could do Olive's tight
little ass again...
He took a sweater and sought to walk to the neighbors lit up and noisy house. He
saw groups of chorusing boys and half naked girls at every window of the house.
He cautiously approached the lights and sought to make out if the niggar was
there... He did not want to meet the black again.. As he was peering through a
window..
"Hay bud what you doing there??" A voice came out of the dark.
Angelo whirled and there was a squat muscular youth peeing off the porch into
the bushes.
"Fucker man asked you a question." came another voice from beside the first
youth on the porch.
Found out and unable to hide further Angelo answered, "UM I'M the neighbor and I
was looking for my wife.. Have you see..."
"Look you old fart, this here is a great party and Lonia has whores and quite a
spread.. You fuck it up by calling the fuzz and We'll come over to that crib of
yours later and redecorate you and you place.. Ken go get Lonia and see if she
wants us to break his legs for him... And you .. fucker you .. jest stand right
there."
"Run and your dog meat... I do the hundred in... aw never mind...
Just stay there till Lonia gets here...or else." the boy ordered.
A scared Angelo tried to look dignified and awaited his fate at the girls
behest.
Lonia at the news of the 'old dude' from next door had a wonderful Idea...
