A Week of Harmony

A Week of Harmony

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

Harmony Collins had been looking forward to this weekend for a long time.  As an alumnus of Wardham College, she was very involved in reunions and other school events.  This weekend was the “Old Girl” Hellenic Games.  She had only missed one of these alumni events since graduating some twenty years earlier.

Wardham College was founded in 1911 as a women’s college to “develop the leaders of tomorrow.”  Indeed, their alumni included a former US Senator, several congresswomen, three ambassadors, multiple CEOs, mayors and presidents of non-profit institutions.  There was even a head of state of a South American country who had been a Wardham girl.  The college was living up to its goals.

By 1920, sororities had sprouted up and they became the social core of the college.  The college officials decided to take advantage of this new social network and introduced the Hellenic Games in 1922.  Since the sororities considered themselves to be Greeks, they quickly adopted the Hellenic Games.

The first games were loosely based on the Olympic games of the ancient Greeks.  There were track and field events and wrestling matches.  There were swimming competitions and skill events such as archery.

Two things led to their change over time.  The first was the college administrators realizing that these games were not supporting the college’s mission.  The games were fun and they tested athletic prowess, but they did not build leadership.  The second was that attendance was dwindling.  The girls had better things to do than to spend a fun day competing for a trophy that meant nothing.  By 1925, several of the sororities had dropped out of the games and only about twenty percent of the membership of the remaining sororities participated.

In 1925, the Hellenic Games were changed to pit one sorority against another at a time.  This one-on-one competition got the leadership of the sororities engaged, which furthered the cause of the college.  It also drove participation back up.

For twenty years, the games continued as an Olympic style competition.  The college administrators backed away from running the game because the “Greek Council” was running the show so well.  The Greek Council consisted of the presidents of each of the sororities.

In 1947, the Greek Council decided to change the games into a “capture the flag” competition.  Two sororities would compete against one another as two armies.  The Hellenic Games remained roughly in this format to this day.

The rules of the matches changed over time.  The college administrators did not like some of the changes and tried to intervene.  The solution to the interference was to find a location off campus where the games could be held without the rules that the college wanted to impose.  In 1968, Baldsworth Park in central Virginia became the new home for the games.

Some of the rule changes were designed to make the games more exciting.  Instead of tagging an opponent, the opponent had to be held for thirty seconds.  Then, bindings were added.  Once an opponent was subdued and bound, she had to obey.  The flags were replaced with passwords.  People were capturing the flags too quickly.  By having to extract a secret password from the opponent, the length of the games were extended.

When the password rule resulted in some games with no winner by nightfall, the games were extended into Sunday by nightfall.  They turned into thirty six hour events.  Since some girls would surrender early to avoid having to run around all day, a rule was added that made all captives at the end of the game slaves of the winning team until the scheduled end of the game on Sunday night.  This provided motivation to actively avoid capture and to try to capture the opponent.  The uniform was altered.  Rules of interrogation were introduced.  The games turned out to be a fertile ground for cultivating future leaders.

The college tried to step in multiple times over the years.  Each time, they were rebuked by the Greek Council.  The games were no longer a college sanctioned event and the sororities were not about to put up with interference.

For five weeks during the spring, the sororities would compete.  On numerous other weekends throughout the year, alumni would return and compete for old times sake.  Girls ranging in age from twenty two to sixty two would select the games that suited them best and compete.  It was a tradition that all Wardham girls valued and cherished. 

The Old Girl events were fashioned after the Hellenic Games in which the sororities competed against one another.  They started by maintaining the sororities as the basis for teams but quickly evolved.  Some sororities drew many more sisters than others and the lopsided wins caused changes in the way the games were organized.  Over the years, various themes were developed and introduced.  Also, a lottery system was created to make sure that attendance was sufficient for each of the matches scheduled throughout the year.

For the lottery, each Wardham girl, as the alumni considered themselves, would identify which theme games they would want to participate in and they would rank them according to level of interest.  If there were some that held no interest, then they would just place an X in that blank.  They would also indicate which weekends were not available for them.  For some of the games, they had to indicate which weeks would not work.  The computer would then take everyone’s input and would develop a game schedule that best met everyone’s needs.  This was not an easy task since there were over two thousand Wardham girls participating each year.

The themes for the games were only limited by the imaginations of the alumni.  And, since Wardham girls tended to be very bright and ambitious, imagination was one thing that they had in abundance.  Two themes were always on the schedule.  The first was “the Original Hellenics.”  This theme included various Olympic style events and was structured like the original games at Wardham.  The other regular was “Today’s Hellenics.”  In these games, the alumni competed under the same rules that the sororities used today.

Harmony’s daughter, Destiny, had competed for her sorority three weeks earlier so Harmony had been tempted to enter “Today’s Hellenics.”  But that was too tame for her.  Even at the age of forty one, she still had a wild streak in her.  She had been born to two love children in the era of “peace, love and understanding” which had since been renamed the era of “sex, drugs and rock and roll.”  She had been raised as a free spirit by her free spirit parents, hence the name Harmony.  She remained a free spirit today.

She had settled down a bit over time.  She had gotten married, fresh out of college and remained happily married to that same man today.  That demonstrated at least a little bit of maturity.  She was the mother of two beautiful daughters.  Destiny was eighteen and was a freshman at Wardham.  Faith was sixteen and was finishing her junior year in high school.  Having children had certainly settled her down.

After leaving Wardham, she had gotten her masters degree and gone to work in the nonprofit sector where she had demonstrated substantial organizational and fundraising skills.  She had risen quickly and currently was the Executive Director of the World Children’s Health Foundation, a nonprofit dedicated to delivering quality healthcare to millions of underserved children worldwide.  She had definitely matured since her Wardham days.

Despite all of the responsibilities, she still had that wild streak in her.  She was still a free spirit.  At forty one, she had the face and body of a twenty five or twenty six year old.  In fact, people frequently mistook her as Destiny’s sister.  That always embarrassed Destiny but Harmony loved the mistake.  At pool parties, she was the one who always seemed to be the one wearing the scantest bikini.  She was the one who always seemed to be causing people to blush with her off-color comments.  And she was always the one who people seemed to migrate toward.  She was not trying to seduce anyone.  She was not trying to act like a slut.  She was just being herself:  a beautiful, energetic, free spirit.

So, being the wild child that she was, Harmony picked one of the other themed events this year.  She had a number of options to choose from.  Some involved different technologies.  The sororities had tried and abandoned paintball guns and electronic capture tags but the alumni still had game weekends where these capture techniques were used.

At least once each year, husbands were involved.  The husbands who participated were considered camp slaves. They were not allowed to go out in the raiding parties but were available to service horny members of the team.  They were also very useful in interrogating lesbians from the opposing team.  Many times, the simple act of slipping the head of a penis between the labia was enough to get the opponent to give up the password.  Harmony had brought her husband as a camp slave the year before.  He had thoroughly enjoyed being available for use by the women and would be willing to return.  But his schedule this year was too uncertain to allow him to commit to any specific weekends.

There was a native American theme this year.  As Harmony read the description, she thought it sounded like fun.  Instead of the toga-like outfits of the Hellenic Games, the participants would be dressed as female Indian braves, complete with war paint.  This one was called “Tribe Wars.”

There was always at least one weekend each year for the “Lost Fig Leaf Games.”  As the name implied, these games were played in the nude.  Harmony had participated in these a couple of times in the past.  It was exhilarating for the successful leader and wife and mother of two to be streaking through the woods completely naked but for the sneakers she wore.

There were several other themes that Harmony had to select from but one in particular caught her attention.  The “No Return Games” were new this year.  In this game, there would be no password.  The object of the game was to catch girls.  The team that captured all of the other team’s girls would win.

There were to be no prisoner exchanges in this game. Once captured, you would remain captured unless your team captured or drove off the guards who were keeping you.  Even then, it was not a given that you would be freed.  If your teammates overran the enemy camp where you were being held prisoner, they could either free you and let you rejoin the battle with them or claim you as their prisoner.  So you could end up being a prisoner of your own team.

Once the last girls from a side were captured, there would be an auction.  All of the women from the losing team plus potentially some members of the winning team would be sold.  The buyers would own their slavegirl for a period of one week.  The owner could take her slavegirl anywhere on the globe that she wanted but had to provide return transportation at the end of the week.

Since there could potentially be more slaves for sale than there would be buyers, each of the sororities had been invited to participate in the auction.  The proceeds from the auction would be given to the Greek Council, which represented each of the sororities, for the purpose of funding the Hellenic Games and the Old Girl Games into the future.

Harmony selected the No Return Games as her first choice.  Regardless of whether she won or lost, the money would go to a cause that she felt very strongly about.  Plus, the prospect of having a slavegirl for a week was thrilling.  She had already selected an island resort named Shackles that catered to dominants and their submissives and planned to take her girl there.

There was always a sexual air about the games.  There was not lovemaking, at least not during the games themselves, but there was plenty of sexual tension, touching and even kissing.  During college, Harmony had belonged to the Sigma house, which had been and still was a lesbian sorority.  She always considered herself to be bisexual but her time as a Sigma allowed her to study and appreciate the female body.

There was also a chance that Harmony would be the one being sold at auction.  Even that prospect sent little thrills through her body.  She considered herself to be a dominant but she did enjoy being an occasional submissive.  In fact, she would be a slavegirl for the week if she lost.  That sent waves of excitement through her.  She would not even mind being purchased by one of the sororities as long as it was not the Lambda house where her daughter was a pledge.  But she thought it would be unlikely that one of the sororities would pick an old broad like her.  They would more likely select one of the newer alumni.

There were a few limits to the No Return Games on top of the limits that had already been established for the Hellenic Games.  One limit was no aftermarket sales.  A purchased woman could be loaned to others or shared but she could not be sold to another third party.  No naked travel was another limit.  The purchased woman must be allowed to wear clothes to and from wherever she was to be held captive for the week unless private transport was provided.  Then, nudity was allowed.

There was also the standard warning that people should remember that these are games and that games should be fun.  “If you plan on buying a slavegirl,” said the brochure for the games, “then remember that it is your responsibility to keep her entertained and to make it fun for her.”

Harmony drove through the Virginia countryside on her way toward Baldsworth Park, where the games were to be held.  In the back of the minivan was a cage which she planned on using to transport her purchase to the airport.  There, a private jet would take her to the island.

As she drove, she wondered what kind of group these games would attract.  Each theme seemed to draw a different crowd.  The Old Hellenics tended to attract the older alumni.  The games utilizing technology tended to be populated by middle age women who did not want to do so much running.  Harmony realized that her age qualified her for middle age but she did not yet look or feel middle age.

Would the average age be older or younger than her?  She suspected younger.  Would they be the athletes?  Would they be single or married?  Would they be lesbian or bi?  She could not imagine that any heterosexuals would elect the No Return Games, although she could never be sure.  Sometimes, the devout heterosexuals let themselves go all out during the Old Girl Games and do things that they had never even dreamed of doing.  It was a time to explore fantasies for some and discover new worlds for others.

She pulled into the hotel parking lot.  Most of the players would be spending the night here.  The rest would be arriving early in the morning to catch the buses that would take everyone to the games.

Chapter 2

As always, there was a mixture of new and familiar faces.  Harmony had showered and changed before heading downstairs for dinner.  The Greek Council was hosting the barbeque for the alumni and most members of the council were in attendance.

Harmony should not have been surprised that she constantly met new Wardham girls at these events.  Despite having attended the games for twenty years now, there were new Wardham girls being produced each year as each graduating class moved out to conquer the world.  Plus, there were thousands of Wardham girls out there and she was only exposed to sixty to eighty of them each year.

She spotted Kristi from last year.  The girl had been twenty five at the time, only three years out of school.  Harmony captured Kristi in the mid afternoon of the first day of the game.  Within minutes, Harmony’s team won the match and, by the rules, anyone from the losing team who was captive when the game ended became a slave until eight in the evening on Sunday.

So Harmony owned the beautiful, petite, redheaded Kristi for the next twenty eight hours.  This was the year that Harmony’s husband participated in the games but, once the game was won, he was no longer considered a camp slave.  To celebrate his emancipation, he took his wife and her beautiful slavegirl back to the hotel where the three of them enjoyed a three way orgy until they passed out.  Then they resumed the orgy on Sunday morning, pausing only to eat or sleep.

“Hiya, slavegirl,” said Harmony as she approached Kristi.  She wrapped her arms around the younger girl and kissed her.  “How are you?”

Kristi hugged and kissed in return but then stepped back with her brow furrowed.  “We’ll see who’s a slavegirl this year.”

Kristi reached out and placed a palm on the outside of Harmony’s breasts, pressing them inward and squeezing them together.  “I’ve been thinking about these for the past year.  After this weekend, they’ll belong to me.”

“Ha!” retorted Harmony.  “We’ll see about that.  Besides, what if we’re on the same team?”

Kristi kept her hands on Harmony’s breasts.  Nobody else around them took any notice of their intimate behavior.  One of the advantages of the Hellenic Games was that it made one very comfortable with her own body and very accustomed to intimacy.  Kristi moved her palms over the sides of Harmony’s 38C breasts, enjoying the way the untethered mounds moved and yielded to her touch.  Harmony had not worn a bra so her breasts moved freely beneath her white sundress.

“If you are on my team, all I have to do is hope you are captive at the end of the game.  That throws you into the slave pool.  And I plan on buying you,” explained Kristi.

“You are so cute, girl,” said Harmony as she reached out and tweaked Kristi’s left nipple through her blouse.  She too had gone braless.  Harmony found the younger girl’s B cup breasts to be delightful and perfectly shaped and would not mind owning them again.

“Well, I brought a big checkbook,” continued Harmony.  “And I’ve already filled out the subject line.  This check is written out for the purpose of buying a beautiful but big-mouthed redhead.”

“Ha!” snorted Kristi.  “Mine is for a beautiful, blonde, big-breasted bimbo.”

“Oooo!!!  I’ll get you,” said Harmony in mock outrage as she tweaked Kristi’s other nipple.  “Bimbo, huh?”

Kristi just nodded her head and shrugged.  “Beautiful…” she trailed her fingers down Harmony’s cheek.  “Blonde…” she reached out with both hands and tucked Harmony’s long hair over her shoulders.  “Big breasted…” she placed both hands beneath Harmony’s breasts and lifted them.  “And bimbo…” she quickly tweaked both of the older woman’s nipples and then giggled.

“It’s great to see you, Harmony,” said Kristi after they had finished with their girlish kidding around. “I really have been thinking a lot about you for the past year.  I’m glad that we got picked for the same weekend.”

Harmony smiled and gave the younger girl another hug.  “I’m glad we ended up on the same weekend too.  And I have thought about you a lot too.  I loved being with you last year.”

The two of them chatted for a long while.  One of them attended Wardham in the 80’s and the other in the 00’s.  One was a Sigma and the other was a Delta.  But they were both Wardham girls.  And one had owned the other for a brief moment the year before.  It had made them close.

“Sister Harmony?” they heard as they chatted.  Kristi and Harmony both turned toward the voice.  They saw an even younger woman, obviously one of the current students.

“Yes, I am Sister Harmony.”

The girl smiled.  “I am Sister Jessica.  I am the current president of the Sigmas.  I heard that you would be here and I was hoping to be able to talk with you.”

“Should I leave?” asked Kristi.

Harmony placed her hand on Kristi’s.  “No.  Stay.”  She turned back to Jessica.  “I’m all ears.”

Jessica took a deep breath.  “First, I want you know how hard we tried to get your daughter to become a Sigma.  We were very disappointed that we failed and I’m sure you were disappointed also.”

Harmony just nodded slightly.  “Continue.”

“As I’m sure you are aware, she became a Lambda,” Jessica went on.  “We met them in the games three weekends ago.  I wanted to personally tell you how incredible Destiny is.  We are even more dismayed that we did not get her to become a Sigma.  She is amazing.  All of the Sigmas refer to her as the magician now.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows.  “Magician, huh?  How so?”

“I only know parts of the story.  And since it happened during a games weekend, I can only share some of those parts.  I’m sure that you remember the rules about confidentiality.”

Harmony nodded again.  “Yes, I remember.  I would not want you to violate a trust.”

“Thank you,” replied Jessica.  “I will tell you this much.  The Lambdas developed a new strategy for the games this year.  Destiny was at the forefront of that strategy.  Thanks to your daughter, the Lambdas captured all but two of our scouts and were on the verge of winning.  Destiny would just magically appear time after time and tackle our scouts.  Then, her two teammates would finish the capture.  It really was magic.”

“I understand my daughter was captured during the games,” said Harmony.

“She was one of three targets that we selected before the games began,” replied Jessica.  “She is a cupcake.  She was captured along with the other two cupcakes.  But that is as much as I can tell you about the games.”

“I understand,” said Harmony.  “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“You are welcome, Sister Harmony.  You truly do have an amazing daughter.  Good luck in the games tomorrow.”

“Well, that was interesting,” said Harmony after Jessica walked away.  “A cupcake.  And a magician.”

“What does all of that mean?” asked Kristi.

“Well, a cupcake is a very desirable woman,” replied Harmony.  “Sigmas love to eat cupcakes.  I just never thought about Destiny in those terms.  I’m not sure what to make of the magician stuff, though.  It sounds like it goes beyond capturing scouts.  I’ll have to ask her.”

“Your daughter must be beautiful if they consider her to be a cupcake,” said Kristi.  “Beautiful just like her mom.”

Harmony reached out and trailed her finger down Kristi’s cheek.  “Thank you, dear.  Where are you staying tonight?”

“Right here,” replied Kristi.  “Oops.  That reminds me.  I should check in before I lose the room.”

Harmony took Kristi by the hand and led her back to the reception area.  “Let’s take care of that room for you,” she said.  But then she kept leading Kristi past the reception desk to the elevators.  Kristi’s eyes grew wide in surprise but she did not resist the upcoming seduction.  In fact, she had been secretly hoping for another encounter with the beautiful blonde.  She had even told her parents that she hoped to capture Harmony this year.

They got off the elevators and walked in silence to Harmony’s room.  She opened the door and dragged the younger woman in, catching her in an embrace and kissing her.  “It’s my turn to eat my cupcake,” said Harmony.

They quickly stripped one another and made love.  Kristi called the front desk later that night and told them that she would not be needing the room after all.

Chapter 3

Harmony was lying on her back after they made love for the second time.  Kristi was snuggled up against the older woman, lying on her side and was idly tracing Harmony’s nipple with a finger tip.

“Where are you going to take your girl if you win one this weekend?” asked Kristi as she moved her finger to the other nipple.  She loved how responsive the nipples were and how quickly they stiffened.

“Ha!” replied Harmony.  “I don’t want to ruin the surprise for you.  You’ll find out when we get there.”

Kristi gasped in mock surprise.  “You plan on buying me?”

Harmony tilted her head toward Kristi and kissed her.  “Of course I plan on buying you.”  It was true.  There were other alumni who she would consider buying but none of them appeared to be participating in the games this weekend.  She had looked around during the barbeque and she recognized most of them.  But none of them were as appealing as Kristi.  Last year, Kristi had been a cross between a sexual dynamo and a blushing school girl.  She had been tentative with each new sexual activity but then quickly dove in completely.

Kristi smiled.  “That’s funny.  I plan on buying you.  I really was hoping that you would be in these games because I really was hoping to buy you.”

“That’s very flattering, little one,” said Harmony as she kissed Kristi again.  “And just where do you plan to take me if you buy me?”

“To my parents’ farm,” replied Kristi.  “It’s in upstate New York.”

“I see,” said Harmony as she rolled onto her side to face the beautiful redhead.  “But won’t your parents have an issue with you bringing a slavegirl home?”

“Oh, no,” replied Kristi.  “They’ve been encouraging me to do that for years.   Well, a slavegirl or a slaveboy.  Either one.  I just haven’t found one I want until now.”

“Really?” asked Harmony.  “They sound quite progressive.  Liberated.  Kinky, even.”

Kristi giggled.  “Yeah, they are kinky, that’s for sure.  We have had slaves around the house for as long as I can remember.  Actually, I suppose they are subs since slavery is not legal.  But for all intents and purposes, they are slaves.  I think my parents must be so disappointed in me for not having my own slave yet.  So I planned to take you there as my trophy slave.”

Harmony blushed, which was a very rare occurrence for her.  “Thank you, love.  But shouldn’t your trophy slave be younger than me?  I’m almost old enough to be your mother.”

It was Kristi’s turn to lean forward and kiss Harmony.  “If I’m able to buy you, you will be my trophy.  Age has nothing to do with the desirability of a slave.  I want you more than you can imagine.  And you are so incredibly beautiful.  And you are so amazingly kind and gentle.  Those are the things that will make you a trophy slave.”

The two of them slept together and awoke in the middle of the night to make love again.  Then they spooned themselves back to sleep to rest up for the games.

Chapter 4

The buses whisked the players off to Baldsworth Park early in the morning.  It was still chilly when they disembarked and started changing into their uniforms for the games.

Each girl knew from prior games to wear comfortable sneakers.  They also knew to strip off all of their other clothes before putting on their uniforms.  Neither Harmony nor Kristi even bothered with a bra or panties this day.  Those would just be one more thing to keep track of.  They peeled off their blouses and shorts and then picked up their uniforms.

They were on the same team this year:  the black team.  Their uniform was the same one worn buy the upperclassmen in the Hellenic Games held between the sororities.  It consisted of an impossibly short skirt that only provided modesty when the wearer was at rest.  Any kind of movement, however, would result in the skirt flaring out and exposing a naked bottom or pussy.  Attached to the skirt was a length of cloth that went over one shoulder and reattached to the skirt in back.  The overall effect was that of a Greek toga, although it had been modernized and made much sexier.  The top piece effectively covered one of the wearer’s breasts but left the other one completely exposed. It was as close to competing naked as you could get without actually being naked.

Harmony was surprised at the assignments that they received.  Both were leadership positions.  Harmony was to be a scout, which normally went to the faster and fitter younger women.  Her job would be to roam around in front of a raiding party and gather intelligence that would help the raiding party to capture girls.

Kristi was named to lead one of the raiding parties.  Normally, this position would go to one of the older and more experienced girls.

Kristi showed that she was a good choice, however, soon after the games started.  She worked well with her two scouts and moved her raiding party into an advantageous position.  Harmony was not one of her scouts.  She had been assigned to support a different raiding party.

Within the first hour of the game, Kristi’s group had attacked an enemy raiding party and captured all but one of their group.  Now, nine white uniforms lay in a box in the black camp and nine naked women stood in a cage, hoping to be rescued.

Kristi’s raid was the most dramatic of the day.  The rest of the captures were onesies and twosies.  Kristi did lead an attack on the white base camp at one point and freed all of her teammates who had been captured.

It was about two hours after the rescue mission that Harmony was captured.  It was her own fault for not watching in all directions.  She was watching one raiding party, trying to figure out the best way to capture the girls.  Unbeknownst to her, Kristi had just attacked another raiding party, scattering the survivors.  Three of the survivors of that raid stumbled upon Harmony as they headed back to base camp to regroup.

Harmony was so caught by surprise that she never had a chance.  They never even had to tackle her or sit on her.  One of the whites grabbed one arm and another grabbed the other.  The third white calmly removed Harmony’s scant outfit and tucked it into the waist band of her own outfit.

“Delicious,” said the third white as she reached out and bounced Harmony’s breasts with her splayed fingers.  “I think I figured out who I’m buying tonight.”

“Ha!” snorted Harmony.  “You’re going to be the ones on the auction block.  We almost have you beat already.”  It was true.  Harmony had watched the black raiding parties wreaking havoc on the white team’s raiding parties.

“We’ll see,” said the white holding her left arm.  “In the meantime, let’s get you tucked in all safe and sound in our cage so we can go bring home more of your sisters.”

They led the naked Harmony along a path back to their camp.  Before making the journey, they had tied her wrists behind her back and hobbled her ankles with a length of rope to prevent her from escaping.  They finally emerged into the clearing and turned her over to one of the guards.

The guards led her over to an X shaped cross where two other guards bound her to it, stretching her limbs tightly and leaving her exposed and vulnerable.  Little did she know, but she was on the same cross that held her daughter, Destiny, three weeks earlier.  She glanced over at the cage and did wonder why she was not being placed in that.  She saw two of her black teammates in there and wondered why she was the only one who had been placed on a cross.

“Why the cross?” asked Harmony.  “There’s no need for interrogations in these games.”  This was true.  There were no passwords or secrets that had to be discovered.  This was just a game of capturing girls.

“We may not need your password,” replied one of the guards as she lightly slapped Harmony’s left breast back and forth, “but we will still want to play with you.”

Harmony just rolled her eyes.  She did not mind girl play at all, having spent four years in the Sigma house.  But she was surprised that the guard would let herself become distracted by playing with another girl unnecessarily when she should be on the lookout for intruders.  Harmony watched as her left breast bounced and bobbed on her chest with each swat and then saw her right breast move into action as the guard shifted attention.

“Looks like good slave meat,” said the bouncing guard.  Harmony had seen her before in the games but did not know her name.  She looked to be in her early thirties with a nice body and dark brunette hair that she wore long and loose, managed only by a couple of strategically placed bobby pins.

“She’ll fetch a pretty penny at the auction,” another guard said.  This one was in her late twenties with sandy blonde hair and an oversized bust.  She wore a wedding band which made Harmony wonder if her husband had given her a breast enhancement for Christmas one year.  They were too large for her slender frame and seemed to completely defy gravity.  Not that Harmony would have tossed her out of bed.  The girl had a very pretty face.  And Harmony had to admit that she enjoyed large breasts.

The first guard kept bouncing the boobies as the second guard stabbed a finger into Harmony’s love canal.  “She likes what you’re doing to her, Renee,” said the second guard as she lifted her glistening digit.  “She’s the prize to win based on what I’ve seen so far today.”

Just as the blonde guard finished her declaration about Harmony being the choice pick of the auction, Kristi came swooping into the white base camp with her raiding party close behind.  All three of the guards were quickly subdued, stripped and bound.

“I think these three might be the last of them,” speculated Kristi.  “Let’s take them to the judge and find out.”

“Thank goodness you got here, Kristi.  Let me off this cross and I’ll start scouting again.”

“I’ll let you off,” responded Kristi.  “But I think your scouting is over for the day.  I think we may have just won.”

“Wow, that was fast,” said Harmony.

“Yeah, we had a lucky break early and they just never recovered.  Here, let me get you off that cross.”  Kristi reached up and unfastened Harmony’s wrists, pausing for a moment to let her rub them.

“Thanks,” said Harmony.  She saw the caged teammates being released from their prison and putting on their outfits again.

“No problem,” replied Kristi.  “Now, just lean forward so I can secure them behind your back again.”

“What!?!?!?!?” gasped Harmony, indignantly.  “How could you?”

“Be a good girl,” said Kristi as she placed her hand behind Harmony’s neck and her other hand at the captive woman’s belly to make sure she did not fall forward.  Kristi pressed Harmony’s neck forward, bending her at the waist until her torso was horizontal with the ground.”

“I told you that I planned to buy you and keep you as my slave,” said Kristi as she knotted the rope, tying Harmony’s wrists behind her back.  She knelt beside the cross and kissed Harmony as her hands reached out and lifted the dangling breasts.  “I adore you.  And I honestly have been dreaming of owning you for over a year.”

“And here I thought we were friends,” said Harmony as Kristi removed the bindings that held her ankles to the cross.

“Now don’t get all pouty on me,” said Kristi as she helped Harmony to straighten up.  “We are friends.  And we will be much better friends by the end of the week.  And my parents are going to adore you also.”

Kristi gave Harmony a swat on the bottom.  “Do I need to hobble you or will you be a good girl?”

“Yikes!” yelped Harmony at the spank.  “I’ll be a good girl.  But this isn’t at all how it was supposed to turn out.”

“Oh?” responded Kristi.  “How was it supposed to turn out?”

“Well, you were to be my slavegirl, for one thing,” said Harmony.  “And we were supposed to be spending the week at Shackles, a resort in the Caribbean that caters to mistresses and their slaves.”

“Sounds like a fun place,” said Kristi.  “Maybe I’ll take my slavegirl there next month.  Would you like that?”

Harmony just rolled her eyes.  She knew that this would be an exciting week.  She just hoped that Kristi did not have any intentions beyond the week of captivity.

Kristi’s raiding party had taken the three fresh captives to one of the judges and confirmed that the black team had won by the time Kristi led her naked captive up to where the judge was standing.  “Here’s another one for the auction.  She’s a black named Harmony Collins.”

“Oh, my,” tittered the judge.  “We had provisions for this in the rules but we certainly didn’t expect anyone to put one of their own teammates into the auction.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t put her up for sale,” responded Kristi.  “But I want to buy this one.  And the only way I can buy her is to put her on the auction block.”

“I see,” said the judge as she ran her finger down the list of names of the participants.  “I don’t have a Harmony Collins.  I have a Harmony Cranfield.  Could that be your girl?”

“That is my maiden name,” replied Harmony.  “The school always lists me under Cranfield.”

“I see,” said the judge again.  “Do you want to be sold as a Cranfield or a Collins?”

“Hmm,” pondered Harmony.  “I don’t know.  I’ve never been sold before.  Which would you recommend?”

“I would definitely recommend that you be auctioned off as Harmony Cranfield,” said the judge.  “It will work better for the alumni news.

Harmony groaned as she thought about what the alumni newsletter would say about this.  Usually, their articles about the Old Girl Games were tastefully done.  But occasionally, they would divulge a little too much information which invariably resulted in someone being embarrassed.  Harmony hoped that there would be no article at all but that, if there was an article, it was tastefully done.

Chapter 5

“Your mom’s being sold tonight,” Samantha told Destiny.  “Want to go watch?”

“My mom?” asked Destiny.  “Sold?  What are you talking about?”

“Your mom is in town for the games today.  I don’t know what the rules for this one are.  They have all sorts of different rules for the Old Girl Games.  But this version of the games apparently includes a slave auction.  And your mom is being sold.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Destiny.  This cleared up a question that had been nagging her for the last three weeks since her own first Hellenic Games.  She wondered if her mom played in the Old Girl Games.  Now she knew the answer.

“Do you want to go watch?” Sam asked again.  “Tiffany and I are going.”

“Wow!” Destiny repeated.  “I don’t know.  It would probably be too weird to see your mom sold, even if it is just a game.”

“I think it would be so cool,” Tiff interjected.  “And your mom’s so beautiful.  I’m going just for that.”

”Janet was talking about buying her for the house,” Sam went on.  “She thought it would be good for morale to have the famous Sexista being owned by the Lambda house.  But I think I talked her out of it.  It would be awkward for you.”  Sexista was the nickname of the Sigma girls.

“My mom?” asked Destiny again.  “A famous Sexista?”

“Oh yeah,” said Sam.  “I’m surprised she never told you.  She had more captures when she was a Sexista than anyone ever has.  She still holds the school record.  She was also the most effective interrogator.  After her first couple of interrogations though, they made her a scout instead because she was ending the games too quickly.

“Even I knew that,” said Tiffany.  “I’m surprised she never told you.  She’s a legend.”

“Wow,” breathed Destiny.  Her mom was a legend?

“That’s why it’s such a big deal,” said Sam.  “Your mom hardly ever gets captured.  And I don’t think she’s ever been sold.  Wanna come?”

“Let me think about it,” replied Destiny.  Her head was spinning at this point.

Chapter 6

The winning team was enjoying dinner.  Along the walls of the dining room, thirty naked members of the white team were standing with their arms stretched upward by their bindings.  They were on display for inspection, along with a solitary member of the black team.

Individually, or in small groups, the victorious diners would leave their tables for a bit to inspect the merchandise that was on display.  Bodies were stroked and pinched and probed as people tried to decide who to bid on and how much they were worth.

Representatives of several sororities were on hand to assess the slaves who were to be auctioned.  The Lambdas and Sigmas each planned on buying a girl and there were two other sororities with buyers in attendance.

“Ladies,” the speaker intoned from the stage over the announcing system.  “It’s time for the auction to begin.  I hope that you have taken an opportunity to inspect the goods that we are offering tonight.”

“It’s a long line of beauties that we will be selling.  Each is a fresh catch of the day.  And each comes with a superb pedigree because each is a Wardham girl.”  The crowd erupted into cheering and applause.

“We will start by auctioning off each of the white team members.  Then, we have a special treat for the final sale.”

The speaker motioned to the side of the stage and one of the helpers from one of the sororities led a naked white member onto the stage.  The speaker also turned out to be the auctioneer.

“Lot number one is the lovely Vivian Chartiers.  Vivian is twenty nine years old and a member of the class of 2002.”  The auctioneer reached out and lifted one of Vivian’s breasts in her hand. “38D breasts, a twenty six inch waist, and thirty six inch hips.  This one is truly a beauty.  What am I bid for Vivian?”

There was silence in the room.  The auctioneer was dumbstruck but then she gathered her wits.  She motioned to the side of the stage.  A second girl was brought out.  Both of them were beauties but, even when the auctioneer announced that lots one and two were to be sold together and after the auctioneer had displayed number two’s features and extolled on her beauty, there were no buyers.  Someone scampered onto the stage and whispered into the auctioneer’s ear, eliciting a nod.

“We’re going to change the order a bit.  You will have a second chance at these beauties a little later.  We are going to bring up lot number thirty one first.”

The girl had whispered that everyone was there to bid on Harmony and that it was unlikely that anyone would be sold until she was off the market.  So she would be sold first.

“We start with a living legend who became fresh meat this afternoon.  During her first year at Wardham, she earned the nickname ‘Lady Killer’ because of her interrogation techniques.  No blood was shed so you will have to use your imagination to figure out how she earned that nickname.  By her second year at Wardham, she was known as ‘The Slaver.’  To this day, she holds the school record for the most captures during a four year career in the Hellenic Games at eighty seven prisoners.  She is a living legend and we offer her for sale today.  I present Harmony Cranfield.”

“The Slaver?” whispered Destiny to Samantha.  She and Sam and Tiffany were seated way in the back of the hall.  Destiny did not want to come but the other two had insisted.  Now, she watched as her famous mother was brought naked onto the stage to be sold.

“I told you she was a legend,” whispered Sam back.

Destiny saw her mother walking proudly with her shoulders back and her head held high.  A metal collar was around her neck and she was fastened by that collar to an arm that extended from the back of the stage.  Her wrists were bound behind her back in the way that Destiny remembered from weeks earlier.

The auctioneer extolled the virtues of Harmony’s body, touching and lifting and probing to illustrate her points.  Breasts were lifted and bounced.  A hand glided over Harmony’s firm belly to show how toned she was.  Fingers pried open her mouth and showed off her pearly white teeth.  Then, those same fingers tugged on the tuft of hair over her Venus mound to illustrate that she was a true blonde.  A finger was pushed into Harmony’s sex and then held up triumphantly for everyone to see it shining.  Destiny had to cover her eyes. It was all too much for her.

The bidding started at five hundred dollars but quickly soared past that.  At least ten bidders were involved initially but all but three dropped out once the price got to two thousand.  The bidding continued to move along briskly and soon the price got to four thousand.  The Lambda house dropped out of the bidding at this point, much to Destiny’s relief.

Now the bidding was down to two parties:  the Sigma house and someone far on the other side of the room.  From where Harmony stood, she had no idea who was bidding on her.  The bright lights blocked out most of the audience.

The bidding moved past five thousand and then six thousand.  There seemed to be no ceiling.  Harmony started to worry.  Nobody was worth that kind of money for a week of sexual slavery.  What did her buyers have in mind for her?

The bidding started to slow down at seven thousand.  The auctioneer was amazed that it had gotten this high.  Lot number thirty one was ultimately sold for seventy five hundred dollars.  Before she was unlocked from the arm that held her, the auctioneer made some comments.

“The No Return Games are a new format for us.  We have never sold people for a whole week so we aren’t sure what kinds of prices to expect.  But I believe that tonight you have witnessed the Slaver setting a new school record that will stand for years to come.”

The audience cheered and clapped.  Destiny gasped.  She had just witnessed her mother being sold; and for a week no less!

A table had been set up for processing the slaves.  The blue numerals that identified Harmony as lot number thirty one were washed off her thigh.  Kristi walked up just as Harmony’s wrist bindings were being checked.

“Hello, beautiful slavegirl,” said Kristi.

“Hi, Kristi,” smiled Harmony.  “I wondered if that was you out there bidding on me.”

“I told you that I would own you,” replied Kristi.  “And it’s Mistress from now on.”

Again, Harmony found herself in a rare blush.  This girl was fifteen years her junior and yet she owned her.  Not only did she own her, but Harmony was expected to address her as Mistress.  Thrills that she had not felt for years rushed through her body.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“We have clothes available for your girl to wear when you are ready,” the woman behind the processing table told Kristi.

“Thank you,” replied Kristi, “but I think I will be taking her as is.”  Harmony’s eyes flew open wide.  It was one thing to be naked in front of friends.  It was another thing entirely to be paraded naked for strangers to see.

“You know the rule about travel, I trust,” said the processing woman.

“Yes, of course,” replied Kristi.  “Have no fear.  I have private transport.  On, I will not be needing this collar either.  I brought my own.”

The processing woman picked up a key and unlocked the metal collar.  Kristi held the new collar up for Harmony to see.  It was an ornate gold chain with a beautifully tooled tag that hung down in front.  The tag read, “Harmony Collins, proudly owned by Kristi Smythe.”

“What do you think, girl?” asked Kristi.

It felt odd to be called girl by this young woman but it sent another odd thrill through Harmony.  “It’s beautiful, Mistress.  I guess you really have been thinking about this.”

“I told you that I have thought about you a lot,” replied Kristi.  In truth, however, she had the tag engraved earlier in the day after she knew that Harmony was going to be on the auction block.  She planned to spend whatever she needed to own this woman.

Kristi attached a leash to the collar and then kissed Harmony on each cheek.  “Come, pet.  It’s time to get you home.”

Again, Harmony felt a familiar stir between her thighs when she was called pet.  While it was familiar, it had been a long time since she had felt it.  She couldn’t even remember the last time.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she followed Kristi through the crowd toward the door in the back of the room.

“Mom?”  Harmony heard the familiar voice of her daughter and stopped and turned.  Kristi stopped when she heard the voice.

“Hi, kitten,” said Harmony.  “Or should I say Magician?”

“Oh god!” groaned Destiny as she buried her face in her hands.  “You know about that?”

Kristi smiled as she watched the beautiful mother and daughter together.  She reached forward and unfastened Harmony’s wrists, giving her freedom of movement.

Harmony reached up and pried her daughter’s hands away from her face and kissed her.  “I know that you magically kept appearing and capturing scouts.  Why?  What else is there to the story?”

Samantha and Tiffany, who were standing behind Destiny, both giggled.  “I’ll tell you the rest someday.  I just wanted to let you know how beautiful you are and how proud I am of you.”

Harmony gathered Destiny in her arms and hugged her.  “Thank you, kitten.  But I haven’t done anything to be proud of.  I got captured.”

“But you were so proud and noble looking up there on the auction block.  I really am very, very proud of you. And you never told me about the Slaver.  I’m proud of that too.”

“The Slaver and the Magician,” smiled Harmony.  “We’ll make quite a team someday.”

“I want to make sure you two are on my team from now on,” interjected the new owner.

“Oh,” said Harmony.  “Please excuse my manners.  Kitten, I’d like you to meet my new owner, Kristi Smythe.  Kristi was owned by your father and me last year.  This year, the tables are turned.  Kristi, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Destiny.”

Destiny gasped.  “Dad is involved too?”

Harmony chuckled.  “Only once.  But he loved it.  He’ll be back, I’m sure.”

“Ahem,” Destiny heard from behind.

“Oh, I forgot,” said Destiny.  “Mom, I’d like you to meet two of my friends.  The tall one is Samantha and this is Tiffany.”

Harmony licked her lips.  “Mmmm, nice to meet you girls.  I hope to see much more of you in the future.”

“It’s such an honor meeting you, Mrs. Collins,” interjected Samantha.  “You really are a legend on campus.”

Harmony reached out and placed a palm on each of Sam’s and Tiff’s cheeks as she smiled.  “Thank you, dears.  But I must be going now.  I’m sure Kristi is getting impatient.  But when she returns me next week, I want the four of us to get together.  I want to hear all about the adventures of your games.”

Harmony turned back to Destiny and gave her a big hug, flattening her naked breasts to her daughter.  Then she turned toward Kristi who led her from the hall.

Destiny watched her mother’s heart-shaped ass move seductively as she was led away.  Then she turned back to her two friends.

“I can’t imagine that there are too many daughters who have an experience like that.”

Chapter 7

“I thought you said your parents were farmers,” said Harmony.  She was kneeling between Kristi’s thighs and, until a moment earlier, had her face buried in Kristi’s crotch.  Kristi placed her hand on top of Harmony’s head and guided her talented tongue back into place.

“No, I never said that,” replied Kristi who was loving the sensations being caused by her slavegirl.  “I said that they have a farm.  My dad owns a company and runs it.”

Harmony knew enough about the mistress/slave thing to not pursue the conversation at this point.  The two of them were riding in luxury on a private jet and Harmony knew that her only job at the moment was to give her mistress pleasure.  She set her tongue and lips and teeth to work and soon had Kristi squealing and squirming in delight.

Afterwards, Kristi pulled her shorts back up and kept Harmony kneeling between her legs.  Kristi leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of the blonde head and gave each plump breast a squeeze.

“You are so precious to me.  I’m going to love owning you.”

The plane descended through the darkness and delivered the girls to a limo that was waiting beside the tarmac.  Again, Harmony was embarrassed about her nudity but felt relieved when she saw the collar around the driver’s neck.  She must have been one of the slaves that Kristi had talked about.

“What does your father’s company do?” asked Harmony as they sat in the back of the limousine, isolated from the driver.

“All kinds of things,” replied Kristi.  “You may have heard of it:  HQS Amalgamated.”

“Oh my god!” groaned Harmony.  HQS was one of the major benefactors of the nonprofit that she ran.  And its owner, Henry Q. Smythe, was on the nonprofit’s board of directors.  This was disaster!

“What’s wrong?” asked Kristi, hearing the shock in Harmony’s voice.

“Your father,” Harmony replied.  “Is he Henry Smythe?”

“Yep,” said Kristi.  “Sir Henry himself.”  He was not knighted.  He was not even British.  But he was known to most people as Sir Henry.  Harmony was mortified.

“Kristi… I mean Mistress… You have to take me somewhere else.  Your father can’t see me like this.”

“But he’s been dying to see my slavegirl ever since I called him this afternoon.  He and mom probably won’t stay.  I expect they’ll go back to the city on Sunday night.”

“Did you tell your father the name of your slave?” asked Harmony.

“Hmm,” thought Kristi.  “I’m not sure.  He doesn’t know any of my friends so a name would mean nothing to him.  Hmm.  Why?  Do you know him?”

“Yessssss!” hissed Harmony. “I know him very well.  He’s on the board of the charity that I run.  We can’t go in there.  He can’t see me like this.”

“Oh, pish,” said Kristi.  The limo had pulled up to the house and she stepped out, tugging on the leash.  “I’m not going to let a little old thing like that ruin my week with you.  Now be a good girl and come along.”

“Please,” implored Harmony.

“Don’t make me punish you, little one,” threatened Kristi.

Harmony could see that her pleas were going nowhere.  Reluctantly, she stepped out of the limo, feeling the cool New York night against her flesh, chilling her.  “Yes, Mistress.”

It was two o’clock in the morning when they crawled into bed.  Kristi kept her slave’s arms bound but shifted the binding to the front to make it more comfortable.  They were both sound asleep within moments of their heads hitting the pillows.

At eight o’clock the next morning, Kristi proudly led her slavegirl downstairs to breakfast.  Once again, Harmony was mortified at the upcoming encounter with one of her key benefactors.  She heard voices ahead as Kristi led her down a hall and knew that life as she knew it was about to end.  She sucked in her breath to try to calm her nerves.

“Here’s my pumpkin!”  Henry Q. Smythe was a big man.  Neither Kristi nor Harmony were tiny women but he towered over both of them.  He gave his daughter a big hug before turning to Harmony.

“Are you going to introduce me to your girl, pumpkin?” he asked.

“Oh, yes Daddy,” Kristi replied quickly.  “This is my new slavegirl, Harmony.  Isn’t she just so beautiful?”

Kristi’s mother arose from the table and stepped up to Harmony who, by now, was trembling.  “Yes she is, sweetheart.  Simply beautiful.  May I, sweetheart?”

“Sure mom,” replied Kristi.  “I brought her here to share her.”  This comment made Harmony gulp.

Kristi’s mother reached out and placed a hand on each of Harmony’s hips, holding her in place.  “Hello, Harmony dear.  This is a side of you that I have never seen and never even imagined.  It’s a side that’s quite becoming on you.”

Helen Smythe also knew Harmony.  She attended most of the fundraising galas and had even worked closely with Harmony in preparation for some presentations to the legislature.  It had been a very good relationship before.  It had been all about work.  Now that relationship would change.”

“Hello, Helen, or Mrs. Smythe…” Harmony stuttered as she tried to figure out what to call the woman who held her by her hips.  “… or Mistress… I don’t know what I am to call you.”

Helen smiled and used her hands to slowly turn Harmony.  “Mistress would be fine.”  Then she turned her head toward her daughter.  “Kristi, you have outdone yourself.  She’s exquisite.  And to think that she’s your first slave.  This one will be tough to top.”

“So you really do know one another?” asked Kristi.

“Oh yeah,” replied Harmony.  “Big time.”

“Yep, we have met,” nodded Henry.

“Your father is suffering from understatement once again,” said Helen as she kept her hands on Harmony’s flesh, letting them glide up her sides.  “At a party recently, your father declared Harmony to be the most fuckable woman on earth.”

“Next to you, dear,” interjected Henry.  “I said that she was the woman I wanted to fuck most, next to you.”

“Ha!” retorted Helen.  “I’m sure that I was just thrown into that comment for political correctness.”

Again, Harmony was horrified.  How could she become a topic of conversation like that at a party?  Were they each sharing views of the most fuckable woman?  Was it a conversation about her that just deteriorated?  This was so embarrassing.

“Well, now you can fuck her, Daddy,” offered Kristi.  “After all, she belongs to me and I can do what I want with her.  I just can’t sell her, although I can’t imagine ever wanting to sell her.”

Henry smiled.  “I’ll take you up on that, pumpkin.  In fact, I might do it this morning just to take the edge off.  What are your plans for her this week?”

Harmony could not believe her ears.  Kristi had just loaned her to another.  Her major donor was about to fuck her!  And they were discussing her future without even considering her in the conversation.  It was both embarrassing and frustrating at the same time.

She had enjoyed the domination/submission lifestyle and had played at it many times.  She was almost always the dominant.  On the rare occasions when she played the role of the submissive, it was only for very short periods of time.  She wasn’t at all sure how this would work out with her being submissive for an entire week.  She would probably go out of her mind.

“I don’t know, Daddy,” replied Kristi.  “Harmony’s my first slave.  I’m not sure what I should do with her.”

“Why don’t you spend some time with your mother?” Henry advised as he arose from the breakfast table.  “I’m sure she’ll be able to help you with some ideas.  And, in the meantime, I think I’ll run your little filly through her paces.  Come, girl.”

Chapter 8

“Henry, how could you?” asked Harmony as he led her upstairs by her bound wrists.

“How could I what?  Fuck you?”

“Yes,” replied Harmony.  “Don’t you see that it will change everything between us?”

Henry stopped in the middle of the upstairs hallway and turned toward the slavegirl.  “That’s what I’m hoping for.  Helen’s right.  I have been hoping to get into your panties for years.”

“But that’s not who you are,” countered Harmony.  “You are a kind and giving man; not a lecherous one who lets his cock make the decisions.”

Henry laughed.  “I’m an uncouth, ambitious man who takes what he wants.  You are right that I am giving but how do you know that all of those millions weren’t just part of seduction ploy to get you?”

“You’re impossible!” scoffed Harmony.  “Okay, let’s get it over with.  Find me a bed and I’ll spread my legs for you.”

“A bed will be nice for later, after I’ve taken the edge off.  A little bit of romance.  Maybe Helen will join us.  Maybe even Kristi will too.  But right now, I have other plans for you.”

Henry led her past the bedrooms to a room at the end of the hall.  Harmony gasped at what she saw inside.  It was nothing short of a modern day dungeon.  The walls were stone, with rings positioned every few feet.  An X shaped cross was in one corner.  What looked like a stretching rack was in another corner.  What appeared to be a balance beam was along one wall but it was too short and the top was too narrow to be a balance beam.  There was a naked girl straddling the beam and groaning, obviously in a great deal of discomfort.  Harmony quickly figured out that this was designed to punish a girl’s private parts.  It also provided confirmation to Kristi’s comments about her parents owning slaves.

Henry led Harmony to the center of the room where he picked up a remote control.  A chain with two leather cuffs descended from the ceiling when he pushed a button.  He untied the bindings around her wrists and then raised her hands, buckling the cuffs around her wrists.

Harmony did not know what to think or how to act.  She should be outraged at this.  It was one thing to belong to Kristi.  That was part of the almost fantasy play that characterized the games.  People got to be something that they weren’t for a period of time.  They got to take control over someone or surrender complete control to another.  It was thrilling and sexual and fun.

But this had gone beyond anything she had envisioned or heard of.  It was her fantasy world colliding with her real world in a way that could ruin her real life.

Harmony kept her eyes on Henry as he finished buckling the cuffs and then used the remote to raise her slightly.  He was a rather handsome man.  She knew from her previous experience with him that he was fifty and that Helen was forty eight.  Neither of them looked their age, however, and each looked like they were in their thirties.

She looked down as he crouched.  She saw her chest rising and falling with her breathing and saw that her nipples had stiffened into little erasers.  She felt him fitting more leather cuffs around her ankles and she craned her neck forward to see him attaching chains to the cuffs and drawing her legs apart.

“Isn’t that a pretty picture,” said Henry as he straightened up again.  He ran a finger between her thighs and then held it to his lips, tasting her for the first time.  “I always knew you’d be delicious.”

He picked up the remote control again and started working the buttons.  Harmony felt the chain leading to her wrists raising her slightly as the chains to her ankles drew her legs apart.  Quickly, she was suspended in air with her sex completely exposed and vulnerable.

“Henry, if I agree to this fuck, can we make it a one time thing and put it behind us?”

Henry reached out and grasped Harmony’s long blonde hair, pulling it back to tilt her head up so he could look into her eyes.  “Girl, let me respond to that question in pieces.  First, you do not have to agree or disagree with anything.  You belong to my daughter and therefore you are Smythe property for the week.  We make the decisions; not you.”

Harmony shuddered as she listened to the words.  The tone was not threatening.  Henry was just calmly describing Harmony’s new world and rules as he would if he were describing rules to a child.  Then, Henry continued.  “Second, the idea of a one time fuck with you is preposterous to me.  You have been the object of my lust and desire for years.  I plan to fuck you as often as I can get it up.”

Harmony felt her heart sink at this latest revelation.  She honestly had no idea what this would do to their relationship.  How could she face Henry or Helen at a board meeting or in a committee meeting in the future?

“And thirdly,” Henry went on, “I have no desire to put this behind us.”  He leaned down and kissed her on the lips as he continued to hold her by the hair.  She wanted to be repulsed but found herself drawn into the kiss.  “My objective is to extend this beyond the period that my daughter owns you.  I want you as my sub for years to come.  I want to enslave you.”

“Oh, Henry,” whimpered Harmony as the latest words blasted her sense of morality.

“That’s oh Master,” corrected Henry.

“Yes, Master.  Sorry, Master.”

Harmony was strung tightly in her bindings and Henry decided to enjoy her body and take advantage of her immobility.  Fingers traced and prodded the magnificent breasts.  He played with them for a long time, enjoying their perfection.  He glided his fingers over every square inch of her nudity, leaving goosebumps behind frequently.

He moved behind her and palpated her tight ass cheeks before spanking each and eliciting a pair of yelps.  He slowly probed a finger into his captive’s sex and then spread the beautiful ass cheeks and painted the little rosebud with the girl’s juices.  He repeated this ritual several times until Harmony’s little pucker was well lubricated.  Then he pressed his fingertip against the delectable target until it yielded and Harmony moaned.

“Have you ever been fucked back here?” asked Henry as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of Harmony’s bottom.

“Yessss,” hissed Harmony as she tried unsuccessfully to maintain her composure.  This was all moving too fast.  There were too many unexpected twists and turns.  “But I didn’t like it.”

Henry laughed and withdrew his finger, spanking each of Harmony’s bottom cheeks again.  “You will.  By the time you leave here, if you leave here, you will love having your ass fucked.  You will need it.”

“If I leave here?” thought Harmony.  This was getting spooky now.  But despite the scariness of the situation, she still felt her sex pulsing with arousal.

“It’s time for the main event,” said Henry as he pulled his shirt over his head.  Harmony had forgotten about the girl on the bar against the wall but was reminded of her when Henry slid his pants down and she whimpered.  Harmony looked down and gasped as she realized why the girl had whimpered.  Henry’s cock was enormous.  It was not overly thick, although it still had considerable girth.  But it was so long!  Harmony was sure she would feel it in her throat if he fucked her; no, when he fucked her.

Henry grasped his captive girl’s hips and then kissed her, letting his tongue snake between her lips to explore her mouth.  Despite her better judgment, Harmony felt her body responding as her tongue dueled with his and her lips suckled on the intruding tongue.  She knew she should not encourage him but she couldn’t help it.  It was like her body was betraying her and had a mind of its own.

Henry leaned down and kissed each of the perfect breasts.  Harmony had not completely escaped the effects of gravity.  Certainly the years had taken their toll as did the breast feeding of her two daughters.  But the resulting effect was even more alluring than the original models according to most observers.  Henry definitely thought that the breasts at his lips defined an ideal of womanhood.  He sucked each nipple into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue.  He sucked them in again and again and let his teeth tease and nibble on them.  All the while, Harmony’s breathing drew more ragged as she hung suspended in her bindings.

Henry straightened up and reached down between the two bodies.  He ran the head of his cock between the petals, smiling as he found them so wet and ready.  He was absolutely amazed.  This woman really was the perfect fuck toy.

Knowing how wet she was, he placed the tip of his cock at the opening of her love canal and slowly but deliberately pushed, letting his shaft impale her.  Harmony sucked in her breath at first as she felt herself stretching around the large pole and then started panting as it filled her.  She ended up groaning and pulling at her bindings as the last inches disappeared into her captive body and she felt the large monster pounding at her cervix.

“Oh god, Henry.  Oh god Master.  It’s so big!”

“Don’t worry, little love,” Henry replied.  “We’re going to take everything nice and slow.  It might not always be gentle but we’ll go slow.  I want you to belong to me by the end of the week.”

The words were lost on Harmony.  She was trying desperately to maintain her composure as the head of Henry’s cock rested against her cervix, sending waves of pain through her body.  Slowly, Henry started moving inside of her.  She felt his cock withdraw until just the head was cradled in her petals.  And then she felt him pushing back in until her belly was cramping again.

Over and over, the cock withdrew and then slowly plunged back into the wet warmth.  Harmony was moaning constantly at this point, wanting to be pushed over the edge.  On one withdrawal stroke, Henry pulled all the way out, leaving Harmony whimpering and flexing her hands as if she were trying to grab something out of thin air.

Henry started feasting on the delicious breasts again, marveling at how soft and firm they were.  Everything about this woman was perfection in his mind.  Her soft whimpers and coos were like a beautiful chorus.  The way her sex molded itself around his cock was heaven.  He had to find a way to own her, even if it was only on an occasional basis.  She had to belong to him.

Harmony had always known herself to be a wild thing.  She was the product of two free-spirited flower children whose motto had always been ‘anything goes.’  Harmony had adopted that motto for her private life.  Certainly, it would have been an unacceptable creed for her professional side.  In her career, she had always been guided by the Golden rule and the desire to do what was best for society.

The cock continued to slice into her and she realized again that her two worlds had collided.  She had been so successful at keeping the worlds segregated until now.  She could be a wanton slut with her husband or select friends or with the Wardham games.  But she was always prim and proper and exercised good judgment with the donors and the board and the volunteers and the public.  The worlds had overlapped now, though.  What did that mean about her future?  Would it just require a minor adjustment or would it be a cataclysmic event?

She would have to worry about that later.  The cock that was once again embedded deep within her body kept plunging, leaving her gasping for air as she moved toward an orgasm.  It pounded her cervix over and over but even that pain somehow mixed with the pleasure that was swirling through her body.

Henry had no idea what would make Harmony climax.  He had never played with this toy before.  Would she need clitoral stimulation?  Could she climax from just being penetrated?  Did she need breast stimulation?  Did she need pain?  He would keep up his slow thrusting and make mental notes.  The slavegirl seemed to be highly aroused.  Maybe there were many ways to make her climax.

Harmony bit her lower lip to stave off the orgasm that was approaching.  It would be highly inappropriate to be sleeping with her largest benefactor.  Tongues would wag.  Her career would be ruined.

Henry saw his girl bite her lip and had a sense of the turmoil that was going through her.  He kissed her to try to distract her from the torment in her mind as he kept slowly pounding his cock into her stretched and captive body.

The distraction worked.  Harmony immediately rationalized that she was not sleeping with her board member and largest donor.  Why, there wasn’t a bed in sight.  This was something but it wasn’t sleeping together.

With a clearer conscience, Harmony was able to finally let herself go.  The ‘anything goes’ motto was prevailing this day.  She felt her body trembling.  Her vision blurred.  She knew that she was about to climax.

Henry sensed it too.  He kept up his methodical pumping until he felt her sex clench around his rod.  He had planned on continuing after her climax but her death grip on his cock spoiled that plan.  He spurt his seed deep into her body as she writhed in her bindings and shrieked.  Eventually, she just whimpered and cooed and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as his cock softened and slid from her body.

“My beautiful slavegirl,” he whispered in her ear as he held her.

“My master,” she cooed as her body was still coming down from its orgasmic high.  The girl on the bar just looked on in disbelief.  How could anyone climax with that huge log embedded in her?

Henry lowered Harmony back to the floor and then released her.  She flexed her muscles and looked up at him, wondering what was next.

Henry released the girl on the bar and commanded her to bathe and prepare Harmony.  He said that he would watch.  The girl walked gingerly after having been tortured on the beam for so long, but led Harmony to a bath.  Henry followed and watched.  The girl, whose name was Amy, bathed Harmony, dried her hair, combed it and then applied just the barest of makeup.

Henry led his girl back to his wife and daughter with a wide grin on his face.

“Did you figure out how you want to use her?” he asked as he plopped down in a chair at the table.

“Some of it,” replied Helen.

“We’re still debating other parts,” added Kristi.  “What do you think about a fox hunt?”

“I think I’ll be taking the week off and staying at the farm if that’s the kind of thing you are considering.”

“We’re still working on it, Dad.”

“Well, Kristi, I will be happy with whatever you decide.  I’m just so happy that you brought her.  You made your father’s dream come true.”

“Dad, I didn’t even know you knew her.  So it was just an accident.”

Harmony breathed a sigh of relief.  She had started to think that maybe all of this had been orchestrated.  It was good to know that it was just coincidence.

“Well, be sure to include lots of sex in your plan.  She’s wonderful.  She’s a magician.”

“No, Dad.  She’s the Slaver.  Her daughter, Destiny, is the Magician.”

Henry furrowed his brow.  He had no idea what his daughter was talking about.  He just knew that the person who he had dubbed the most fuckable woman in the world was truly the best fuck imaginable.

Chapter 9

Kristi took Harmony back to her room after the second meeting at the breakfast table.  Harmony was naked but was completely unbound other than for the decorative collar that proclaimed her to be the property of Kristi.

“Please sit down, Harmony,” said Kristi.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she perched her bottom on an ottoman near the dressing table.

“No Mistress for the time being,” said Kristi.  “I want this conversation to be between Kristi and Harmony.”

“Okay,” responded Harmony.  “What’s on your mind?”

Kristi sat in the dressing table chair, facing the beautiful slavegirl.  “I don’t want to make a mess of things.  I truly had no idea that you knew my parents.  I wanted you because I love and admire you.”

“There was no way you could have known, love,” assured Harmony.  “It just happened.”

“I’m thinking of releasing you so that I don’t make things worse.”

Harmony sighed.  “That would be retreating.  Wardham girls don’t retreat.”

Kristi looked at the beautiful naked woman sitting opposite her.  The woman had already suffered indignities that were never intended to be part of the games.  And yet she was advising Kristi not to give up.  It was amazing to the younger woman.

“What would you have me do?” asked Kristi.

“Well, Mistress,” started Harmony, purposely using the title instead of the name in an effort to give Kristi some encouragement and some strength.  “I never would have chosen to get so close to a board member and a benefactor.  But the fact of the matter is that your father has already fucked me.  Your mother has seen my naked and has fondled me.  So those barriers are behind us.”

Kristi nodded as she listened.

“Now that new boundaries have been drawn,” Harmony continued, “I think I can deal with them.  I think it’s best if you keep me as your slave for the week.  It will protect the integrity of the games.”

Kristi nodded again as she listened but remained silent.

“I do have one request, though,” added Harmony.

“What is it?” asked Kristi.

“You are my mistress.  When you loan me to your father or mother, they also become my master or mistress.  I will honor my captivity and my slavery.  But your father has made it clear that he wants to enslave me permanently.  Please prevent that; for the honor of the games.”

Kristi got up and hugged Harmony.  “You are so incredible.  I just love you to death.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Harmony, trying to move the two of them back to the proper roles.  “So what do you have planned for the week?”

Kristi laid in bed with Harmony lying on her back.  Kristi’s hands cupped one breast and then the other.  “I don’t have it all planned out.  Mom is pretty sure that Dad will want to use you for at least a little bit each day.  According to Mom, he really did declare that you were the most fuckable woman in the world at a cocktail party about a year ago.”

Harmony groaned.  “I hope I don’t know any of those people.”

Kristi shrugged her shoulders and then glided her hand over Harmony’s tight belly to cup her sex.  “I don’t know.  I didn’t think to ask who was there.  Mom asked to borrow you for a few hours tomorrow.  I think she wants to see how you look as a pony.”

“A pony?!?!?” asked Harmony with a bewildered look.

“A ponygirl,” replied Kristi.  “You’ll find out tomorrow.  Mom loves her ponygirls and thinks you would be a beautiful, exotic show pony.”

Harmony remained silent, not wanting to show her ignorance.  She felt Kristi’s fingers idly stroking her labia and marveled at the wonderfully erotic and exciting world of Wardham girls.  They were trained to be successful but not at the expense of their sexuality or sense of adventure.  She doubted that many alumni from other schools were spending their Sunday mornings like this.  How many Radcliff girls were a slave for a week?  How many forty one year old Bryn Mawr girls had been fucked recently by a powerful tycoon?  How many Sweetbriar girls were going to be pony girls tomorrow, whatever a pony girl was?

“Mom recommended a hunt for Tuesday,” Kristi went on.  “That takes some effort to set up, though, so we’ll see.”

“I assume that I’m the prey in the hunt,” commented Harmony.

“Oh yes,” replied Kristi.  “We would be hunting you.”  She said it so sweetly and innocently that there was no way that Harmony could be angry with her.  She just hoped that they weren’t going to be using paintballs.  She remembered from a few years earlier how much paintballs hurt on naked skin.  And she remembered the ugly bruise on her breast that was with her for over a week afterwards.

They ended up making love and then spent the day lounging around, pampering each other and having more sex.  Sir Henry borrowed Harmony again after dinner and fucked her before returning her to Kristi.

Chapter 10

Harmony quickly detected a pattern.  Henry loved binding girls and then fucking them.  Harmony found herself bound and stretched on top of things and dangling from things and bent over things.  She always got fucked.  Each time, he stretched her bottom with his fingers but so far had not taken her anally.

Helen loved humiliating situations.  On Monday, she dressed Harmony in equestrian tack while Kristi watched.  It was not painful at all.  But it was totally debasing to have someone turn you into a beast of burden.  Inserting the butt plug that held the tail was the final indignity.

On other occasions, Helen would bind Harmony and fasten her some place as nothing more than a decorative piece.  One time, while Kristi was napping, she took Harmony to the den and had the slavegirl kneel on all fours and act as her foot stool.

Kristi’s dominance was very loving; almost tentative.  It was never spoken but Harmony knew that the family considered her to be Kristi’s starter slave.  And Kristi was going slow in her exploration of her dominant role.

Tuesday’s hunt had to be pushed back to Wednesday because one of the invitees was not available until then.  Henry decided to go into the office that day but woke up Harmony for a good morning fuck before heading into the city.

Helen’s indignation on Tuesday was to attach Harmony to a milking machine.  Despite having stopped lactating many years earlier, Harmony found herself kneeling on all fours on a table in the barn.  Helen had taken care fitting the cups over the luscious orbs and, when the suction was turned on, the dangling breasts were drawn deeper into the cups.

“Helen, is this necessary?” protested Harmony.  This earned her a hard swat with a  paddle across her bottom cheeks.

“Mistress, is this necessary?” Harmony tried again.

“I’m still trying to decide what kind of slave you will be for us on an extended stay,” replied Helen.  “You make a beautiful pony girl.  And I think you’ll be a wonderful moo girl too.”

“But my breasts are dry,” complained Harmony.  Again, she received a punishing blow from the paddle.

“But my breasts are dry, Mistress,” she corrected herself.

“That can easily be fixed; in one of two ways.  We could breed you,” Helen described.  She slipped a finger into Harmony’s sex and pumped it in and out slowly to illustrate her point.  “Or we have a doctor friend who can give you milk with just a couple of injections.  But I’m still trying to decide.”

Kristi had been watching the entire thing and saw Harmony’s eyes grow wide at her mother’s latest comment.  Kristi knew that her parents were kinky but she had no idea how kinky until now.

Later that night as she and Harmony cuddled, Kristi apologized for her parents.  “I’m sorry, love.  I had no idea they were like this.”

Harmony turned to lie facing Kristi and kissed her temporary mistress.  “It’s okay, Mistress.  I think at least half of this is a show that they’re putting on for our benefit.”

“Well I wish they’d tone it down a bit,” replied Kristi.  “Even I’m getting spooked out now.”

Chapter 11

Wednesday arrived.  It was the day of the hunt.  The guests arrived by nine and sat around, drinking coffee.  Harmony was chained to the wall with her arms and legs spread wide.  Harmony assumed that was so the guests could get to know their prey.

A mother and daughter, about the same ages as Harmony and Destiny, had brought a second slave who was chained to the wall in a similar way.  A third guest, a girl about Kristi’s age, had also brought a slave who was chained the same way.  As Harmony looked at the other slaves, she realized that all were blonde.  Was there any significance to that or was it just coincidence?

The mother and daughter inspected the two slaves that they had not brought.  The slave who was brought by the young guest was checked out first.  Teeth and tongue were inspected.  Breasts were squeezed and bounced.  Pussy was probed and pinched.  Then they moved to Harmony and repeated most of the same dehumanizing actions on her.

“This the most fuckable?” the mother asked.

“I’ve felt that for years,” replied Henry.  “She’s proving that to be true this week.”

The woman jabbed two fingers into Harmony’s sex and spread them, twisting them back and forth.  “Limits?”

Henry turned to Kristi.  “You are her owner, pumpkin.  What limits does she have?”

Kristi fumbled for a bit and Harmony was afraid she would have to intervene and speak up.  But Kristi finally pulled herself together and rattled off a reasonable list of limits.  There were to be no permanent marks, no sale, no sex with anyone who is not known to be clean, and no brutality.

It became time for the hunt.  Henry described the rules that they would be using.  The three slaves would be given a head start.  Then, the hunters, who would be armed with paintball guns, would pursue.  The hunter who got the kill would keep the slave until the following evening.  Harmony sighed as she learned that they would be using the dreaded paint guns.  She hated paintballs!

“Should we release the slaves now?” asked Henry.

“Wait, Master,” Harmony piped up.  “What happens if a slave bags a hunter?”

There were chuckles and titters all around as everyone heard the preposterous question.  “What would you recommend, little one?” he asked.

“Well, I think it would only be sporting to have the same rules apply.  If a slave is bagged by a hunter, the hunter keeps the slave.  If a hunter is bagged by a slave, the slave keeps the hunter until tomorrow evening.”  Harmony smiled proudly at her proposal.  “That’s only sporting, don’t you think?”

“Interesting,” said Henry as he rubbed his chin.  “And what would happen to the captured hunter if the slave was ultimately bagged?”

“All would belong to the hunter who bagged the slave,” responded Harmony without thinking.  She was just making all of this up on the fly as she went along.

“I see,” nodded Henry.  “It sounds like an interesting twist.  I’m game.  How about the rest of you?”

“Sure,” said the mother.  “Why not?  It’ll never happen.”  The others quickly agreed to the new rules.

“Then let’s give the girls their goggles and send them on their ways,” said Henry.  “While we are giving them their thirty minute head start, I’ll entertain you with a film I shot of me taking the world’s most fuckable woman on the St. Andrew’s cross.  It was filmed only yesterday.”

Harmony fumed as she ran away from the house.  She had never agreed to video.  There should not be any pictures at all.  But she had work to do and plans to make.  She would have to think about the films later.

Harmony was used to capturing girls when she was nearly naked but had only done it totally naked a couple of times.  She wasn’t sure how that might affect things but she would have to keep in mind that things were different.

She had used paintballs for two years during the Hellenic Games, so that was nothing new.  But she had a paintball gun too in those games.  In this one, she would be unarmed against hunters who had the guns.

She followed the other two naked slavegirls away from the house.  Both of them were beautiful and could easily have been models with their long legs and shapely bodies.  In fact, they could be sisters for all Harmony knew.  Their faces held similar shapes and characteristics and their full breasts were nearly identical.  How would sisters end up as slaves, she wondered.  This was really a whole new world that she was discovering.

Harmony tried to place her feet in the footsteps of the sisters.  As they went through grass, it did not matter.  As they went across dusty patches, it might confuse the hunters.  They reached a stream and the sisters splashed through to the other side.  Harmony entered the stream but, instead, traveled in the water several hundred yards before exiting.  There, she looked around, surveying the land for potential battle sites.

The mother and daughter were the first to come close.  Harmony was hoping for a lone hunter but knew that they would probably travel in pairs.  She had studied the clearing where she planned her ambush and knew the possible ways to catch a hunter by surprise.

She slowly crept along the huge boulders on the outside of the clearing.  She would have to be quick and very accurate with two hunters.  She wanted to pounce on the daughter, thinking that she would be most easily surprised, but she couldn’t make the angle work based on where they were standing in relation to her.  Instead, she hurled her naked body down on the mother, tackling her and rolling on the ground with her.

There was no cry for help; only the thud of two bodies colliding and then the rustling as they rolled on the ground.  The daughter became flustered and raised her weapon.  Harmony quickly rolled the mother toward the daughter.  The daughter squeezed off a shot, catching the mother squarely on the shoulder.  What did that mean, wondered Harmony.  Did the daughter own the mother now?

The mother was shocked by what had just happened.  This gave Harmony the opening that she needed.  She wrestled the gun away from the mother and quickly shot the daughter, hitting her in a thigh.  Then she disentangled herself from the mother and stood up, dusting herself off.

“You both belong to me now,” Harmony informed them.  “Now strip.”

“What?!?!?!?!” sputtered the mother.

“Were you not listening to the rules?” asked Harmony.

“But…” stammered the shocked woman.  “I never….”

“Mom,” said the daughter, “those were the rules.”  She stood up and slowly stripped off all of her clothes but her sneakers, leaving them in a pile.  Harmony looked back at the mother who just nodded in resignation and started to slowly undress.

Harmony stepped up to the daughter and stroked a cheek with her fingertips, “Mmmm, a cupcake I see.  I’ll be eating cupcakes later today.”  The girl blushed and the mother fumed.

Harmony sent them back to the house to wait for her.  They were out of the game.  She once again realized how valuable her time at Wardham had been and how educational the Hellenic games were.  She was taught to be a survivor and today she used those skills.

She sorted through the two piles of clothes to see what she could wear.  The daughter’s sports bra was the most valuable item.  It was too small for her but as long as she could put up with the tightness, it would at least hold her generous breasts in check.  Everything else that she found was superfluous compared to the bra.  She would be a much better fighter with tethered breasts.

She tried on their shorts but both of her captives were too slender.  She could get the shorts on, but they were not comfortable.  She would be constantly distracted by these shorts.  She grabbed the mother’s shirt and tore it into strips.  Then she fastened the mother’s belt around her waist, fashioning a loincloth for herself out of the strips of cloth.  The last thing that she took was the daughter’s fanny pack to carry the two guns and the paintballs.

Helen and Kristi were Harmony’s next victims.  Now that she was armed, she did not need to be nearly as choosy about location.  She found them walking on either side of the stream, trying to figure out where Harmony had exited.  She hit them, one after the other, and claimed them as her own.

“You both belong to me now,” she repeated from before.  “Now strip.”

“What!?!?!??!” protested Helen.

“That’s what we agreed upon, Mom,” said Kristi as she shed her clothes.  Helen reluctantly followed suit. Harmony stepped up to Helen and bounced her breasts in her hands as Helen had done to her earlier in the week.  “This is a side of you I’ve never seen before, Helen.  Nice udders you have.  I can’t wait to get you into the milking machine.”

“It will never happen.”  Helen tried to sound defiant but her blushing betrayed her feeling of embarrassment.

Then Harmony stepped up to Kristi and kissed her passionately before kissing each nipple.  “My favorite cupcake.  I can’t wait to play with you later.”

“I look forward to it, Mistress,” replied Kristi.  “And I’m beginning to understand why they call you the Slaver.”

“I still have two more to go,” Harmony said.  “Now you two run along to the house and wait for me.”

The two of them walked along together with Kristi grinning widely and Helen muttering to herself.

Harmony decided on a defensive strategy.  She did not know the terrain so she would have been at a disadvantage if she ventured out on a raid.  She found a spot that gave her a good view of the farm without making it easy to sneak up on her.  Then she hunkered down to wait.

She didn’t see anyone else at all for the remainder of the morning.  She assumed that the two blondes, who she thought of as the sisters, had been shot earlier.  They did not seem to know much about hunts.  That would leave just Henry and the single woman.  Would they be operating alone or together?  If they were operating together, what would that mean about what she would need to do?

It was mid afternoon when she got her answer.  They were operating independently.  She saw Henry slowly creeping up a trail that led near her defensive little clearing.  If he kept moving in that direction at that speed, she should have a clear shot at him within five minutes.

She checked her gun for ammunition and then prepared a second gun just in case.  She slowly, silently crept onto one of the large boulders so she would be shooting down at him.  It would mean that he would have to be looking up toward the bright sky to be able to shoot her.  It would hopefully affect his aim.

She aimed the gun, keeping Sir Henry in her sights as she waited for him to get closer.  He slowed and looked around, obviously suspicious of his surroundings.  But he started moving again.  Just a few more steps, she thought to herself.

Harmony put her finger on the trigger, and then….  SPLAT!!!   She knew without looking that she had been hit.  Maybe the two hunters had been working together after all.  She sat up and looked behind her, seeing the other woman standing triumphantly with her hands on her hips.

“Henry,” the woman shouted, “I got the fuckable one.”  Harmony cringed at the announcement.  She was not sure that she wanted to be known as the fuckable one.

“Damn, Lauren,” panted Henry as he emerged into the clearing, having run from where he was on the trail.  “I thought we agreed that I would bag her.”

“I changed my mind,” replied the woman who Harmony now knew to be Lauren.  “You’ve been fucking her all week.  This will give me a chance to enjoy her and see if your assessment is right.  Besides, you already bagged the other two.  You can’t be greedy.”

“Oh, I can be very greedy,” responded Henry.  “You are going to release Helen and Kristi and the Taylors, aren’t you?”

“Hmmm,” pondered Lauren.  “I don’t think so.  After all, they are the spoils of war and were legitimately won.”

“You can’t be serious!” said Henry.  It was almost as if they had forgotten about Harmony.  She was tempted to try to crawl away to safety but remembered that there were no rules that allowed that.  “Kristi is your best friend.  And think of what holding them would do to your relationship with Helen and the Taylors.  Besides, Helen has a prior commitment for tomorrow.”

“She should have thought about that before she agreed to the rules, then,” said Lauren.  Harmony agreed but remained silent.  “I will talk to each of them and let them pick their own time slots. All except the fuckable one.  I’m taking her home tonight.”

True to her word, Lauren met with them as a group and then individually.  Harmony was to be taken for the rest of today and tomorrow since her term was over on Saturday and her time was limited.  Kristi was to be collected on Monday morning since she had to return Harmony on Saturday and would not return until Sunday.  Lauren said that she would deliver a cage over the weekend and expected to find Kristi naked and inside of it by eight on Monday morning.

The mother and daughter were tough to negotiate.  The mother insisted that they be together.  Lauren insisted that she would not have enough time to enjoy either of them if they doubled up for a day.  The negotiated settlement was that they would report to Lauren at noon on Friday and would be released by eight on Sunday night.  They would get to be together and Lauren would have time to sample each of them thoroughly.

Lauren was too exhausted with the haggling by the time she got to Helen.  She just had the older woman sign an IOU that acknowledged that she owed Laura “thirty six consecutive hours of property rights over her body.”  They would figure out timing at a later date.

“I really love this version of hunting,” declared Lauren.  “With one shot, I got five slaves.”

Henry was fairly pleased with the outcome too.  He had bagged the two beautiful blondes and Harmony knew that they would see a lot of fucking while bound before tomorrow night.

Lauren let Kristi and Harmony say their goodbyes.  Then she loaded her new slavegirl into the cage in the bed of her pickup truck.  That same cage had been used to deliver one of the sisters this morning.  Lauren said goodbye and thanked everyone Henry for the hunt.  Then, she took her prize home.

To be continued