The Naked Gardener

The Naked Gardener

by captv8td

Chapter 8

The rest of the party was tame after the encounter with her father.  Kathleen was nothing more than a decorative object at the end of Allison’s leash.  After the party, Allison took her home with her and had Kathleen service her with her tongue to several orgasms.  Allison rewarded the slave with an orgasm of her own before the two drifted off to sleep.

“Your father fucked you?” asked an astonished Marge.

“Yes,” whimpered Kathleen as she knelt in Marge’s living room.

“Wow, that’s hot!” exclaimed Mandy.  “You must have a pretty cool dad.”  Kathleen was then released from her slave duties to rest up from the night before and to take care of her own home.

That evening, Kathleen opened the front door with trepidation, not knowing if she was going to be treated as a daughter or a slave.  She took a deep breath and then pushed it open.

“Hi, sweetheart,” said her mother as she met Kathleen in the front hallway.  Hugs and kisses were exchanged and then they went into the family room.  Her brother, Brett, was already there and was watching some sporting event on the television.

“Hi, sis,” said Brett without moving his eyes from the game.

“Hi, sweetie,” said Joe as he stood and hugged his daughter.

Everything seemed so normal to Kathleen and she breathed a sigh of relief.  It remained normal until after dinner.

Once the meal was completed and the table was cleared, they lingered at the table, sipping their coffee.  “So,” said her mother, “I understand that you have a new hobby.”

Kathleen immediately blushed, recognizing what her mother was referring to.  “Yes, I suppose so.”

“I think that’s wonderful.  You must be a beautiful slavegirl.”

Kathleen stiffened and immediately glanced at her brother, not knowing how he would react.  When she saw him grinning back at her, however, she knew that he was aware of the little secret.  Once again, she wished that the earth would swallow her up.

“Oh, and I talked to Marge this afternoon about borrowing her slavegirl,” Joe announced.  “She readily agreed to loan us her slave, so here’s how it works.  Tonight is our call as to whether you are daughter or slave.  From now on, though, you will only be our slave if we arrange it ahead of time with Marge or her sister.  On those occasions, one of us will come to collect you and deliver Kim to them.”

“Doesn’t that sound reasonable, sweetheart?” asked her mother, Betty.  “That way, you won’t have to worry about whether you are here as our daughter or our slave.”

“Yes, Mother,” Kathleen replied.  “I suppose so.”

“Well, I think it’s very reasonable,” Betty continued.  “And it’s very considerate of Marge to worry about you like that.  She must be a wonderful mistress.”

“She’s hot, too,” piped up Brett who had met Marge many times when he visited his sister.  “And Mandy’s hot too.”  Brett was three years younger than Kathleen but still acted like a teenager in her opinion.

“Our new little slavegirl is hot, too,” Joe inserted.  “Unbelievably sexy.”

“I can imagine,” said Betty.  “But there’s no sense in having to imagine.  Sweetheart, be a good girl and stand up and remove your clothes.  Your father has talked about nothing else since he had the chance to sample your charms.”

“Mom!” exclaimed Kathleen in utter shock at the suggestion.  “Mom, I’m your daughter.  And Brett is here.”

“Yes you are.  And yes he is,” Betty responded.  “He has been into the lifestyle for several years.  He won’t be shocked.  In fact, we sometimes loan Kim to him if we are going to be out of town or otherwise occupied.”

“Mom,” Kathleen whimpered and pled.

“Your father explained the arrangement to you, sweetheart.  Even you agreed that it was reasonable.  Do we need to invoke our ownership rights tonight?  Or are you going to be a good girl?”

“No, Mother, you don’t,” Kathleen replied as she pushed her chair back and stood up.  She knew this was wrong but she felt trapped.  She took a deep breath and then, with trembling hands, reached up and started to unbutton her blouse.  She pulled it off and set it in the chair.  Then she took another deep breath and unfastened her jeans, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them before setting them on the chair also.  When she looked back up, she saw three pairs of eyes glued to her body.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” encouraged Betty.

Kathleen groaned but reached behind her to unhook her bra.  She closed her eyes as she lowered the cups of the bra and heard her mother suck in her breath as the impressive breasts came into view.

“They are glorious, sweetheart,” the mother exclaimed.  “Your father was not exaggerating.  He was absolutely right.”

Kathleen hooked her thumbs into her panties and, with grave doubts, slid them down her legs and kicked them aside.  Now, she was completely naked in front of her entire family for the first time.

“What do you think, son?” Joe asked Brett.

“Hot!” the brother replied.  “Just incredibly hot!”

Kathleen opened her eyes again and saw that the six eyes were still fixated on her body, moving from face to breasts to sex and back again.  Joe was more focused on her sex.  Brett’s eyes lingered the most on the substantial orbs on her chest.  And Betty just smiled into her eyes.

“Beautiful, dear,” Betty said.  “Do sit down again.”

As if in a trance, Kathleen sat back down in her chair.  It was incredibly unnerving to be the only naked one seated at the table where everyone else was clothed.  It was even more unnerving that the others were her immediate family.

“Do I get to pop her tonight?” asked Brett crudely.

“No, you don’t, Brett,” replied Betty.  “Your father and I get to enjoy her first.  But not tonight.  We’ll arrange to borrow her for that.  I just wanted to check out the merchandise tonight.”

“Well, I think she’s grade A prime meat,” responded Brett.  “And Dad says she’s a great fuck so I can’t wait until I get my turn.”

Kathleen just glared at her crude brother.  Brett was sent on his way after the coffee was finished, leaving Kathleen alone with her parents.  She sat silently, not knowing what to say or do.  Betty cleared the remaining dishes and then returned.

“Lie down on the table, sweetheart,” Betty instructed.

“Mom!!!” protested Kathleen.

“Just do as I say, dear.  We aren’t going to use you.  I just want to inspect you.  You are more superb than I could have imagined.  It’s a long time since I have seen you completely naked.”

Kathleen bit her lower lip to keep her frustrations from spilling out of her mouth and making her situation worse.  She reluctantly stood up and then perched her bottom on the edge of the table, sliding herself into the middle of it.

“Now turn and lie down, dear,” said her mother.  Kathleen reluctantly complied and found herself lying on the table with a parent on either side of her as she looked up at the ceiling.

Her father reached out and grasped the closest breast at the base and squeezed lightly.  “See what I mean?  They are unbelievably firm.”

Betty reached out and did the same thing with the breast on her side of the table.  “Firm, but so warm and soft,” agreed Betty.  The mother leaned down and kissed Kathleen’s nipple before sucking it into her mouth to taste it.  The nipple was significantly stiffer when she lifted her head.

Betty then reached between Kathleen’s thighs and stroked a finger along her daughter’s labia, feeling the wetness there.  “She’s definitely ripe.  We will have fun with our new slave.  Sweetheart, you may get dressed and go home now.  And remember that you come here as a daughter unless we collect you.  And know that we both love you very much.”

Chapter 9

The remainder of the summer was a blurry collage of humiliation for Kathleen.  She continued to tend her gardens and Marge would frequently lie in a lounger, keeping her company or just admiring her nudity.  Despite the fact that she felt more and more enslaved to Marge, Kathleen grew very fond of her.  She had a loving and protective side.  While the initial naked episode at her parents’ dinner table had been both shocking and humiliating, Kathleen remembered the subsequent rules that Marge had insisted on.  It was these rules that still allowed Kathleen to visit her parents as a loving daughter instead of as a sex slave.

Mandy had pursued her sadistic whims throughout the summer.  At one point, Marge almost kicked her out of the house.  Mandy had taken Kathleen to a parlor and had her clit hood pierced.  When Marge got home that evening, she was furious that Mandy had defaced her property.  “What about her is not already perfect?!?!?!?” she screamed at her sister.

Joe and Betty had not minded the new jewelry at all.  “The new attachment point should prove to be useful,” remarked Joe as he envisioned leading the slave with the leash attached to her new ring.  “It will be fun to play with it with my tongue,” remarked Betty as she visualized Kathleen bound spread eagle on the table while she teased the ringed clit with her tongue.

Mandy tried to mar Kathleen’s body one additional time.  Marge arrived home to find a brazier burning on her patio.  Kathleen was bound lying down on a table with her legs spread wide.  Mandy was holding a branding iron with a red hot tip inches from Kathleen’s inner thigh right below her sex.  “Stop!!!” Marge shrieked.  Mandy quickly backed up, not wanting to further infuriate her sister.

“I was only marking her as ours,” she said as she held up the branding iron for Marge to see.  Marge saw that her property was to be marked with a brand that said “M&M”.  From that point on, Mandy lost all property rights to Kathleen and Kathleen was off limits to her unless Marge was present to supervise.  Marge even drafted a slave contract which she had Kathleen sign in Mandy’s presence to drive home the point.  Kathleen had grave reservations about signing a document that stated that her body belonged to another person but she did sign it, knowing that it would provide some protection to her.

Allison borrowed Kathleen for two more parties.  The slavegirl wore her pantaloons and nothing else except the gold collar and the cuffs.  Her parents attended both parties and traded Kim for her each time for an hour or so.  At one of the parties, Joe fucked her, much the same as he had at the first party.  The only difference was that, this time, Betty laid down on the desk and had Kathleen service her with her tongue while she was being fucked.  Even though Kathleen had already done this several times before at home, she still found it uncomfortable to be making love to her mother.

At the other party, Joe laid Kathleen on the desk and fucked her.  This was the most awkward because she was looking up into the eyes of her father as his huge rod pounded into her.  Once he was finished, Betty moved between Kathleen’s spread legs and, one finger at a time, entered her until she eventually had her whole fist inside her daughter.  She moved her hand around actively and skillfully and Kathleen was horrified as she looked down, seeing the fist pressing outward and causing bumps and tenting in her belly.

Allison turned out to be somewhat of a switch.  Even though she acted quite dominant at the parties, Kathleen learned that she had a submissive side.  Joe had ‘collected’ Kathleen one morning to begin one of her days of slavery.  When they arrived home, Kathleen was surprised to find a naked Allison kneeling in a corner of the room with her face to the corner.

“What do you think, girl?” Joe asked.

“I think she’s beautiful, Master,” Kathleen had been taught not to use the titles of ‘mother’ and ‘father’ during her time as their slave.  “But why is she naked?”

“Because I like all of my slaves naked, sweetheart,” announced Betty as she strode into the room to greet the newly arrived slave.  “Allison is a natural slave.  I spotted it immediately at the party two weeks ago.  So after a little discussion, she agreed to be ours for a couple of weeks.”

Kathleen wondered what the ‘discussion’ was.  She couldn’t imagine that anyone would voluntarily become a slave.  Was there blackmail involved?  Was there some kind of threat or reward involved?  Regardless of how she became enslaved, Allison became a frequent slave sister to Kathleen.  They were shared by Joe and Betty and even were forced to share each other as they performed together to entertain the two dominants.  Despite her occasional role as a slave, however, two weeks after her initial appearance, Allison once again borrowed Kathleen for one of the special parties.

It was all so confusing to Kathleen.  Now she had six masters.  Marge was always her primary owner.  Mandy was allowed to use her under supervision.  Joe, Betty, Brett and Allison also had some ownership rights.  And she had two slave sisters:  Kim and Allison.

By far, the most difficult times were when she was with Brett.  She had never been naked in front of him before that fateful family dinner, although she remembered that when he was a teenager, he was always trying to sneak peeks at his curvy older sister so she assumed that he had seen her naked before.  She didn’t know if he was just being his normal immature self or if he was intentionally trying to humiliate her but he always found some crude way of embarrassing her.

“Look at those boombahs bounce,” he said one time.  Kathleen was straddling him as he laid on the bed and was bobbing up and down on his cock, riding it.  Betty or Joe were usually present when Brett used his sister.  This time, it was Betty who had grasped Brett’s cock and guided it into Kathleen’s velvety tunnel.  Kathleen looked down and saw that her full breasts were indeed bouncing with every stroke but still thought that the comment was crude and unnecessary.

“These jugs belong in an art gallery.  Or better yet, porno flicks.”  Kathleen convinced herself that Brett intended this crude comment as a compliment but still thought it was crass.  This time, she was bound standing upright to a pole in the basement.  Brett had adorned her breasts with two cruel nipple clamps.  Then he had started to add weights to them and, when he saw that they continued to defy gravity despite the added weight, he came up with his crude comment.  Joe was in attendance this time and just sat there watching his son and daughter playing with one another.

“God, you are a great fuck!” was another comment he made.  Kathleen was lying on her back on a coffee table and Brett was between her splayed legs, pumping his cock furiously into her tight sex.  Betty was ‘chaperoning’ this time and busied herself nibbling on the delicious nipples or kissing Kathleen passionately while she stoked the girl’s clit.  Occasionally, she would let her fingers run along the slick cock as it pulled out or pushed in but always returned to stimulating the slave’s sensitive clit.  Kathleen had an explosive orgasm that time but still thought that the crude comment was unwarranted.

Kathleen had successfully compartmentalized her mind into slave and daughter roles.  When she visited her parents’ home she was the daughter and was able to behave as she used to.  She was loving and caring and attentive.  She could shut out the images and memories of her times there as a slave.  When she was collected by one of her parents, she was the slave and she behaved as the slave.  She was naked, docile, submissive and sexual.

Joe was also good at compartmentalizing his mind.  When Kathleen visited, he called her Kathy or sweetie.  When she was collected to serve as a slave, he usually referred to her as “girl.”  So complete was his transformation, that Kathleen quickly adjusted to her new role when she was alone with him.  Even when he was fucking her, she was able to enjoy it because she was “girl” pleasing her master.

Betty was not so good at segmenting her mind.  “This will be more humiliating than painful, sweetheart,” she said to Kathleen one day.  Kathleen was kneeling naked on a short table and Betty was behind her with a well lubricated vibrator.  She pressed the tip of the vibrator to Kathleen’s little rosebud and slowly inserted it into the slave’s’ bottom.  “Relax sweetheart,” Betty continued as she slowly rubbed her palm over Kathleen’s belly and pushed the vibrator deeper.  “Enjoy the fullness, sweetheart,” she said once the vibrator was fully lodged in Kathleen’s bottom and she occasionally rubbed the erect little clitoris.  Betty had been training Kathleen for anal sex by gradually increasing the size of the objects that she stuffed into her bottom.  The humiliation and pain was bad each time the next larger object was used.  But the worst part was being called sweetheart by her mistress the same way she was by her mother.  It just kept reminding Kathleen that she was slave to her parents.

Brett was also bad about it.  “I still can’t believe how big and firm your jugs are, sis,” was one example.  Another was the time he brought a friend home.  Kathleen was kneeling in the center of the living room while Joe and Betty chatted.  Brett brought his friend into the room.  “My sister has a hot body, doesn’t she?  And she’s a really good fuck.”  Episodes like this caused great turmoil in her mind.

Chapter 10

Mandy returned to school in the fall which got her out of the house, much to Kathleen’s relief.  Now she was down to only one live-in mistress with the others borrowing her fairly frequently.

“I’m going to like having you all to myself,” smiled Marge as she slid her fingers in and out of her pet.  Kathleen was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide.  Marge was lying between them with three fingers in Kathleen’s sex.  Kat knew that the fourth would soon join the other three, followed by the thumb.  Marge had grown fond of fisting her slavegirl.  The first few times, it had been a shock and it had been very uncomfortable.  After that, Kathleen had adjusted to it and now it was only somewhat embarrassing to see another person’s wrist disappearing into her body.  Marge made sure to always reward her slave when she used her this way and would flicker her tongue over the slave’s cute little clitoris once she had her hand inside the girl until Kathleen exploded in orgasm.

“Yes, Mistress” Kathleen replied.  “It will be nice to be alone with you.”  She couldn’t believe that she said that so sincerely.  Maybe she really was a slave now.

Marge leaned forward as she slowly pushed her hand into Kathleen’s well lubricated sex and wrapped her lips around the sensitive clit, sucking it into her mouth.  She suckled on it, letting it pulse in and out between her lips as her fingers stretched and explored the velvety tunnel.  She decided to try something new and placed a fingertip at Kathleen’s cervix.  She slowly pressed, feeling resistance from the little opening.

“Mistress!” gasped Kathleen as her eyes flew wide open in surprise.  “What are you doing?”  Already she felt cramping and pain in her abdomen.

“Just playing,’ replied Marge.  “Trying something new.”  Her finger kept pushing, increasing the pressure.  Slowly, the little opening began to dilate, sending more pain through Kathleen’s body.  Marge increased the suckling action on the girl’s clit and Kathleen was consumed with an overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure.  Eventually, the finger wormed its way into Kathleen’s womb.  Marge wiggled her finger and each movement shot pain through Kathleen’s body.

“This is where babies start,” said Marge as she continued to wiggle her finger.

“Yes, Mistress.  I know,” panted Kathleen as she tried in vain to adjust to the new intrusion.

“I might just have to breed you so we can have a baby,” Marge continued.  “You would be beautiful with a big belly.  And you would be a wonderful mother.  Plus, I would get all of the milk I wanted.”  She punctuated that sentence by reaching up and giving one of Kathleen’s full breasts a squeeze.

“Oh Mistress,” cried Kathleen.  “It hurts so.”

Marge raked her teeth lightly over the slavegirl’s clitoris and then began pulsing it in and out between her lips again.  The finger continued its devious torture of the prone girl and it was not long before she climaxed.  She announced her orgasm by letting out a long, low howl and tensing her body.  It was so powerful that she ultimately passed out.  Marge withdrew her finger and then extracted her hand from Kathleen’s sex.  She washed her hands and then returned to the still sleeping girl and bent over to kiss her awake.

“You are so beautiful, little one,” she murmured.  “So precious and beautiful.”  Kathleen opened her eyes slightly and cooed.  Her whole body was weak from the intense orgasm.

“I have a present for you, pet,” said Marge as she spooned with Kathleen, holding her as she continued to enjoy the warm afterglow of her orgasm.

“What is it, Mistress?” asked Kathleen eagerly.

“It’s these, little one,” Marge said as she held two small metal balls in her palm for Kathleen to see.  “Do you know what they are?”

“No, Mistress.  They look like marbles.  What are they?”

“They are ben wa balls.  I want you to wear them for me when you are away from me.”

“Wear them how, Mistress?”

“I’ll show you,” Marge said as she propped herself up on one elbow.  She moved her hand down Kathleen’s body until she was at her sex.  “Open up for me, pet.”

Kathleen obediently parted her thighs and Marge pushed each of the balls into the still well lubricated sex.

“Oooooo, Mistress.  I can feel them.  They are moving inside of me.”

Marge smiled and patted the bald pussy.  “They will constantly remind you of me.  And they will keep you nice and tight for me.”

“But won’t they fall out when I stand up?”

“They will at first.  But after awhile, you’ll tighten up your muscles and be able to hold them in.  You’ll wear them for me, won’t you, pet?”

“Oh yes, Mistress.  Anything for you.”

Kathleen’s outlook on life had been changing.  Initially, her mind had resisted the idea of slavery.  She viewed her situation as temporary and one that would end as soon as Marge tired of the silly game.  She played along with the game to avoid hurting Marge’s feelings but she was constantly in turmoil about acting as if she was a slave.  Her mental struggles over being a slave gradually subsided, however.  She began to exist only to please her owner or those her owner gave her to.

Marge noticed the change and liked it. Kathleen still resisted new, painful experiences like the violation of her womb.  But she was always completely compliant in her behavior as a slave.  Marge decided that it was silly to continue with two houses since she had accomplished the conquest of her neighbor.  She decided that she would sell her home and have Kathleen sell hers also.  Then they would buy a new home in the country with more seclusion so she could better enjoy her girl.  Away from prying eyes, she could do whatever she wanted.

Over the next several months, they shopped for houses as they sold their own homes.  Marge had anticipated resistance to the idea from Kathleen but all that she received was “yes Mistress” to her ideas.

By springtime, they were in their new home and Kathleen became the naked gardener once again, molding the beds to her will.  Her skin still held some of its tan throughout the winter, thanks to the generous amount of time she spent in the sun the previous summer and thanks to the fact that she had rarely worn clothes when she was in the sun.  Once again, she would be able to work on a completely even tan.

Their forty acres of mostly wooded land afforded them the privacy that Marge wanted and yet provided a nice yard for Kathleen to cultivate.  The neighbors had each invited the girls over for dinners to welcome them to their new home.  The neighbors also frequently stopped by unannounced to chat or to drop something off but the crunching of the tires on the gravel driveway always alerted Kathleen in time to throw some clothing on.  She always kept a sarong or frock nearby for these times.

Marge hosted two housewarming parties.  The first one was for the neighbors and was quite tame.  They each brought gifts for the girls and made sure that they felt at home.

The second one was for family and friends.  Kathleen and Kim were naked and did all of the serving.  Joe, Betty, Brett, Mandy and Allison comprised the rest of the guest list.  The two slaves received much groping and were the stars of the event.  Each of them was fucked by each of the two males.  And the tongues of the slavegirls were each used to bring the females to orgasm.  Kim and Kathleen were then the entertainment for the night as they brought each other to orgasm in a sixty nine position in the middle of the floor while the audience smiled and watched.

Brett stopped by the house frequently. Each time, he would sample his sister’s charms and sometimes provide added humiliation by punishing her or binding her in some embarrassing way while he made her climax.  Marge increasingly grew to dislike the brother.  She did not mind that he fucked her slave.  She was always willing to let others enjoy Kathleen.  It broadened her horizons and gave Marge an opportunity to show off her pet.  Marge did not mind the punishments or the humiliations either.  She wanted Kathleen to grow to need these.  So by Brett punishing Kathleen and giving her orgasms, he was actually helping Marge.  But she didn’t like the way that he only interacted with Kathleen the slave instead of visiting sometimes to be with Kathleen the sister.  Marge viewed him a just another horny male looking for a quick fuck.

She finally put her foot down when he arrived to see Kathleen.  She laid out a new rule that Kathleen could be his slavegirl on every other visit but that he had to treat her as his sister on the other visits.  He argued that she would always be his sister and that he should be allowed to use her whenever he wished.  Marge stood her ground and Brett finally backed down.  After enjoying some stimulating sex with Kathleen, he left, leaving Marge with a threat.  “Better not get in my way or you’ll both be my bitches.”  Marge was disappointed but not surprised by the brutish, crude behavior of Kathleen’s brother.

Joe stopped by that afternoon to collect Kathleen for the evening.  When the girl had been loaded into the car, Marge pulled Joe aside.  “Please limit Brett’s exposure to her.  He’s been here every day for the past week.  I think he’s just using her as quick fuck.”

Joe nodded.  “He’s always had a crush on his sister.  When he was younger, we were constantly catching him trying to sneak peeks of her.  Maybe he’s just getting all of that out of his system now.  But I’ll be careful.  We’ll limit his time with her.”

Kathleen spent most of the evening simply being decorative.  She knelt in the middle of the dining room table as Joe and Betty entertained another couple.  She never spoke.  She never moved.  She was simply a beautiful centerpiece until dinner was finished.  She was completely naked but for her clit ring.  Not even her collar was worn.

Kathleen blushed as she saw who the dinner guests were.  She hadn’t seen the Hickocks in over fifteen years since they moved away but it was embarrassing to be displayed to them.  They did not seem shocked at her nudity and she wondered how many other people she knew were into the lifestyle.  Hopefully, the Hickocks did not recognize her.  But, since they were moving back to town, they would probably eventually learn about her new life.

After dinner, Joe offered ‘girl’ to Al and Judy.  Judy said that she would let Al go first and then she would enjoy the pet afterwards so she wouldn’t be rushed by an anxious husband.  Kathleen knelt and opened Al’s pants, leaning forward to take him in her mouth to harden him.  Betty watched from her chair and had an idea.

“Al, would you do us a favor?” asked Betty.

“Sure,” he replied, enjoying the tongue that was bathing his cock.  “What?”

“Take her in the ass, please,” Betty requested.  “I’ve been training her but she is in no way ready for Joe.  I think you’ll stretch her but not do any damage.”

“She’s cherry?” asked Al.

“Yes,” replied Betty.  “An anal virgin.”

“Oh, I haven’t had one in ages.  It will be my pleasure.”

A year ago, Kathleen would have run from the room screaming upon hearing this conversation.  Even several months ago, she would have cringed at knowing that her ass was to be fucked.  Today, however, she accepted it as simply something that was expected of her.  She knew that her mother had been preparing her for this day.  On almost every visit, her mother would work some object into her bottom to condition her for the day when a cock would impale her.  Today would be that day.

“Here, let me help you, Al,” offered Betty.  She crossed the room and stood to Kathleen’s side.  She had Kathleen bend at the waist and rest her palms on the coffee table in front of her, exposing her delectable bottom to the cock that was about to impale her.  Betty reached between Al and Kathleen and gripped the erect cock.

“Let’s get it oiled up,” she said as she tugged Al forward and positioned the head of the cock at the entrance to Kathleen’s freely flowing sex.  Al took over from there and slid his cock forward letting it glide easily into the slave’s tight channel.  Betty knew that she could remove her hand but left it between the two, feeling Kathleen’s wetness against the backs of her fingers while she felt Al’s body against her palm.  She didn’t know why she liked this so much but she just loved guiding cocks into her daughter’s waiting body.  It was wickedly erotic and it sent thrills through her.

“God, she’s so tight,” exclaimed Al.  Kathleen had been dutifully wearing her ben wa balls for months and they were having the desired effect.  In addition to keeping her constantly stimulated, they were strengthening her vaginal muscles, making her as tight as a teenager.

“That should be good enough,” declared Betty.  She pulled the cock out.  Then she scooped two fingers through Kathleen’s swampy sex and rubbed her oily digits around the girl’s little rosebud.  She positioned the cock head at the little sphincter and, once again, Al pushed forward.  Kathleen had learned how to relax to be able to accept objects in her bottom and it worked as well with this cock as it had for each of the vibrators that had preceded it.  Soon, Al was buried to the hilt.

Judy watched the scene, mesmerized.  She did not know that Kathleen was the daughter of the hosts.  She just knew that it was so erotic to watch another woman handle her husband’s cock and help him lodge it in yet another woman.  Had she known that Betty was helping to impale her own daughter, the kinkiness of it might have sent her over the edge into her own orgasm.

Al stayed still deep inside of Kathleen, enjoying the vise-like grip around his cock while he let the slavegirl adjust.  Then, he started slowly moving in and out.  Betty turned her attention to Kathleen and rubbed her belly in slow circles trying to soothe whatever cramping she was experiencing.  As soon as she heard her daughter moaning, however, she knew that Kathleen had relaxed and adjusted to the intrusion.  Betty moved on.  Her next target was the beautiful breasts that danced beneath Kathleen as her body moved with the fucking.  Betty wrapped her fingers around the base of the right breast, squeezing inward and then pulling them downward.  The move ballooned the breast and then, as the fingers started to slide down the silken flesh, stretched it downward.  Betty let the breast pop free when she reached the nipple and then repeated the actions with the left breast.

Being into the lifestyle for quite awhile, Judy had seen a lot of kinky, erotic scenes but she found this one to be one of the best.  Her angle allowed her to see her husband’s cock spearing into the tight asshole of the beautiful girl while she watched Betty entertain herself with the girl’s breasts.  Judy became highly aroused and lifted her skirt, slipping her fingers into her panties, and started to stroke her already wet sex.  She felt a sexual flush spread across her cheeks and chest as her eyes remained glued to the two dominants enjoying the gorgeous slavegirl.

“Can I help you?” Judy heard.  Joe was standing behind her chair and was reaching down.  He wrapped his hands around her petite breasts and rubbed them slowly in circles.

“Oh god yes,” she stammered.

Joe slid one of his hands lower and his fingers replaced Judy’s allowing him to tease and toy with the woman’s sex.  This brought his lips to her ear, which he kissed.  “Do you recognize the slave?” he asked.

Judy shook her head.  “No,” she gasped as Joe’s finger pressed down on her sensitive clit.

“Look closer,” Joe said.  “You know her.”

Judy looked at Kathleen and recognition finally registered.  “Oh my god!  It’s Kat, little Kat,” she whispered.  “You have enslaved your own daughter?”

“Yes, it’s little Kat,” he replied.  “And no, she is not our slave.  She belongs to someone else.  We just borrow her from time to time.”

“Unbelievable,” she remarked.  Just then, her body tensed and she let out a long hiss as the fingers and the news of the daughter-slave overwhelmed her and sent her into orgasm.

After Al climaxed, Kathleen was instructed to put her collar on.  Judy had Kathleen sit in her lap and she held one of the slave’s breasts as her finger rubbed the white collar, turning it until she could read the inscription.  She read “Kathleen Collins, property of Margaret Mayfield.”

“I can’t believe how beautiful you have grown up to be,” Judy remarked as she gently twisted a nipple back and forth.  “And I can’t get over you being a slave.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kathleen.  “I am owned.”

“Be sure to let your mistress know that, if she ever decides to sell you, we will buy you in an instant.”  Kathleen shuddered as she heard this.  She knew that she was simply property now and that she could be sold at any time.  But the thought of being sold still shocked and frightened her.

After cuddling the slave in her lap and playing with the generous breasts for awhile, Judy had Kathleen kneel between her legs and service her.  The orgasm that she received was not as explosive as the one she had when she first learned about the daughter-slave but it still was most gratifying.

It became late and the Hickocks finally departed.  Joe and Betty took Kathleen to bed where she had to provide two more orgasms and then she slept, wedged between her parents with each parent holding one of her breasts.  She was returned to Marge the next morning.