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Chapter 14
Janice was one of the first dominants to borrow Jill. It was Charity’s birthday and she wanted to give her niece a surprise present. When Charity woke up on that Saturday, she found a very tightly bound and gagged Jill in bed with her. Pinned to one of the ropes was the gift card. “Happy birthday, sweetie. Enjoy your present. She belongs to you until Sunday night. Love. Your Mistress.”
Charity squealed with delight and quickly unwrapped her present and then retied Jill spread eagle across the bed. She left the gag in so that Jill would not protest, even though Jill would have been unlikely to protest. Then she feasted on her beautiful Leopard Girl, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until mid afternoon.
Finally, she took out the gag and kissed her beautiful gift. “Are you trying to kill me?” asked Jill once she could speak.
Charity silenced her with another kiss before replying. “You belong to me, Pussy Girl,” she giggled. “I can do whatever I want.”
“But I won’t survive many more orgasms.”
Charity laughed. “Then my mistress will just have to buy me a new present if my love for you kills you.” Then Charity dove between Jill’s thighs again and licked and nibbled her to another orgasm.
Charity was hungry and went down to the kitchen to get some food. She left Jill bound where she was, though, stretched widely on the bed. Her aunt was sitting in the kitchen, reading, when she arrived.
“How’s your present?” asked Janice as Charity entered.
“It’s my best birthday ever, Mistress,” replied the naked Charity. She went to the table and hugged and kissed her aunt. “Thank you so much. I just love her.”
“I’m glad you like your gift,” smiled Janice. “Are you going to keep her tied up all weekend?”
“Maybe,” giggled Charity. “I just love playing with her body.”
“Yes, she has a marvelous body. I hope you’ll share it with me later.”
Charity stopped what she was doing and turned to her aunt with a surprised look on her face. “Oh, Mistress, of course you can play with her. I assumed that since you own me, that everything I own belongs to you.”
Janice smiled and got up from the table, crossing the floor to her niece. She lifted each beautiful breast in her hands and kissed the soft upper swells before kissing Charity on the lips. “Thank you. I think I would like to play with her. Maybe later.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Charity. She finished creating a plate full of fruit and then returned to where Jill was still bound. She placed a raspberry on each of the leopard spots which, by now, were fading. She stuffed a half dozen apple slices into Jill’s sex and then peeled a banana, stuffing it in with the apple pieces. Jill shuddered when she saw the banana, remembering the gang rapes when she was a prisoner of the warring tribe but did not say anything.
Charity sat on the bed beside Jill and fed her new slavegirl the remaining fruit from the plate. When Jill had finished eating, Charity went from spot to spot, licking sensually around each with her tongue before sucking the raspberries into her mouth. Charity was only half way through the berries when Jill started moaning. Charity continued her feast.
When the berries were gone, she laid between Jill’s bound legs and started sucking on her sex, using her tongue to try to scoop out the fruit. When that did not work, she worked a finger in to get them and Jill’s moaning intensified. Charity would trap a piece of fruit, eat it, and then wrap her lips around Jill’s clit which was very erect at this point. She would pulse it between her lips several times before going in search of another piece of fruit.
Jill was groaning and writhing in her bonds by the time Charity got the last piece of fruit out. Charity was not about to put her out of her agony by letting her climax just yet, though. She had one more thing that she wanted to do. She had never fisted a woman before and today she would do it for the first time.
She had been fisted several times and she knew that, if done right, it could be very erotic and pleasurable. She slipped two fingers into Jill and twisted them, eliciting another groan. Then a third finger joined in. When the fourth one entered, Jill realized what was happening and protested.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing down there?” she said as she lifted her head and peered down across her naked form at her young captor.
“Just playing with my Pussy Girl’s pussy,” Charity giggled.
“Well it wasn’t designed for that,” exclaimed Jill.
“Oh, it was designed for pleasure,” replied Charity as her thumb joined the crowd of fingers. Slowly, she pumped her fingers in and out, noticing how aroused Jill was. The beautiful professor was groaning even louder now. The fingers moved a little deeper with each push. “Besides, my hand is a lot smaller than that guy’s was who fisted me.”
Jill gasped as Charity’s hand stretched her wide and protested again. But Charity just kept moving her hand in and out of the slippery wet tunnel until, finally, her whole hand was inside of her temporary slave.
Jill took a deep breath and then panted as she felt her vagina stuffed to fullness. She took another deep breath and panted almost as if she were in labor. The fingers spread out inside of her body and she could feel them exploring their new home. She pulled on the ropes holding her arms to try to pull herself higher to escape the fingered invasion but the ropes holding her legs held her tightly in place.
Charity took her time. She believed that she could make Jill climax in a heartbeat but she wanted to prolong this exquisite agony. Her fingers danced along the soft, warm vaginal walls, exploring slowly every surface. She found her slave’s cervix and lightly tapped it with a finger, sending little shocks of pain through the captive’s body.
Jill’s brow was sweaty and she shook her head back and forth, trying to adjust to the uncomfortable fullness. She continued her deep breathing and panting as the fingers went back to their exploration.
Charity gazed up from her position between the bound legs. She just loved to look at her professor. Every delicate curve was so feminine and so beautiful. She saw the luscious, bountiful breasts jiggle as her captive tried to pull on the arm ropes. And she saw Jill’s belly quivering which she knew was a telltale sign that she was nearing climax. Charity let her hand go limp and still as she waited for Jill to relax. She did not want her slave to orgasm just yet.
Jill groaned. She had been so close. Now all she felt was the hand filling her sex and the wrist stretching her open. She tried moving her hips to start the stimulation again but it did not work. She was completely at the mercy of her student and temporary mistress.
Charity sensed that Jill had calmed down. Her breathing became more regular and her belly had stopped quivering. Charity decided it was time for her next move but she was still not ready to let Jill climax yet. She would just have to be very careful with her slave.
She curled her fingers and tucked her thumb in, forming a fist. Then she started pulling back. Her fist met resistance but she kept the pressure on, increasing the strain on Jill’s sex. Jill groaned as a dull pain formed between her thighs. Charity eased off the pressure and slowly moved her arm forward. Jill could feel the fist moving within her belly. Eventually, the knuckles touched her cervix and kept pressing forward. Jill groaned again as a new dull ache formed in her body and cramps radiated from her cervix. Finally, Charity eased off that pressure also.
Charity continued these motions. She would pull her hand back, causing a strain, and then push it forward until it mashed Jill’s cervix and caused the cramping. Slowly, she increased the rhythm and Jill felt the hand move inside of her more quickly. Eventually, the tempo became quick and Jill was back to her deep breathing and panting. It felt like her cervix was being battered almost as if Charity were trying to burst through into her womb. Pain radiated constantly from her pummeled cervix.
Charity saw the belly quivering again and stopped all movement. She tilted her head forward and blew on the slick, distended clitoris but did not touch it. Jill groaned again as another orgasm was denied her.
Charity waited until regular breathing was restored and the belly was still. Then she started her hand moving again. This time, she picked up where she left off and was pounding her slave’s cervix, sending pain emanating from her battered organ.
It was time for her slave to climax. As her fist continued to punch at Jill’s cervix, Charity’s lips formed an O. She leaned forward and sucked the tender nubbin between her lips and started flicking it with her tongue. The clit was only flicked twice when Jill started climaxing but Charity kept her motions up. The orgasm seemed to go on forever as Charity teased her slave. Then, just as she was starting to come down from her orgasm, Jill’s body erupted in a fresh one. Still, Charity continued. By the time Charity finished, she was not sure whether Jill had five orgasms or one orgasm with five peaks. In any event, she had been climaxing for more than four minutes. Jill was exhausted.
“God!” exclaimed Jill after she had mostly recovered. “Where did you learn that one?”
Charity nipped at Jill’s clit with her teeth, causing the bound slave to jump. “I just made that up. I wanted to see how it worked.”
“Oh, it did the trick,” said an exhausted Jill.
Chapter 15
“How’s she doing as a mistress?” asked Janice as she entered her bedroom.
“She’s pretty creative,” replied Jill who was still spread and bound on the bed. “She’s a good little mistress.”
Charity had been sleeping in Janice’s bed the night before so that’s where the bound Jill was placed as a present. Jill continued to be amazed at the unusual aunt/niece relationship. Apparently, it worked for them. She could certainly tell that they loved one another very much. But it must have been difficult when they were with other family members. She wondered how often Charity came close to calling her aunt Mistress.
Janice sat on the bed and reached out, resting her hand on Jill’s breast and giving it a squeeze. “These are twin miracles,” she said. “So what did she do that was so creative?”
“Thank you,” replied Jill at the comment. She looked down and saw the other woman holding her breast lovingly. She knew that this would be very uncomfortable for most women but it had become second nature to her. It was not even something that she had to resign herself to. She enjoyed being touched and handled and used by Janice and Charity. And she loved Emily’s touch too. “But if my breasts are miracles, there are six of them in the room, not two. Both of you have perfect breasts.”
“As for her creativity,” Jill continued, “I should let her tell you.”
“Here,” said Charity. “I’ll show you.”
“No, no, no!” gasped Jill. “I’ll tell her instead.” Charity grinned. Jill went on to describe the prolonged fisting and the never ending orgasm.
“You should try it, Mistress,” exclaimed Charity. “It was an unbelievable feeling to be inside of another body. And she feels like a velvet glove. A very wet velvet glove, but so soft and tight.”
“I think I’ll do that,” Janice said, causing Jill to tense. “But I think I’ll wait until tomorrow.” Jill breathed a sigh of relief but knew that she would be dreading Sunday.
“Can I watch?” asked Charity.
“Of course you can, sweetie,” replied Janice. “After all, she belongs to you. Now should we let her up for a bit? You’ve had her tied up all day.”
Charity sighed. “I suppose so. But she just looks so yummy like that.”
Janice smiled. “You can always tie her up again later.” They worked together to release Jill and she stretched. Charity put on jeans and a t-shirt and headed toward the door.
“Do I get to wear anything?” Jill asked.
“Of course not, silly slave,” replied Charity. Jill sighed. She was not surprised. She was not even disappointed. She had known the answer before she asked but she had to ask.
They got a snack and went out to the backyard to eat it. It was a cool day and Jill got a chill. So Charity patted her lap and Jill climbed into it. Charity held her slave while they ate to keep her warm.
Janice had been given a new pair of nipple clamps by her friend, Claire. In actuality, Claire hoped to one day put them on Janice. She was also a member of the club. And, like Hal, she hoped to someday enslave Janice and her beautiful niece. Janice had been planning on trying out the clamps on Charity but had not gotten around to it. Jill’s large breasts provided the perfect opportunity.
The clamps were both beautiful and devilish at the same time. When in place, a highly decorative pair of butterflies would adorn a girl’s chest. Janice was sure that they would look lovely on Jill.
Jill’s wrists were once again bound behind her back and Janice asked Charity to make sure that the slave’s nipples were nice and stiff. Charity jumped at the task and started sucking on the beautiful nipples. She loved having any excuse to play with Jill’s breasts or any other part of her for that matter.
Janice walked up to Jill and kissed her. “These might hurt. I haven’t ever tried them. They were a gift.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Jill. She was used to clamps and, by now, had also become accustomed to pain.
The clamps were opened by folding the wings together. Janice opened both clamps and placed them on the waiting nipples. The clamps bit into the tender little nubbins but not cruelly. Very slowly, the wings started opening.
Jill looked down and admired the artistic jewelry adorning her chest. “They are beautiful, Mistress.”
“Yes, they are. Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful girl.” Still, the clamps opened.
“Aaaaggghhhh!!!” Jill suddenly cried out as the wings were half opened. The mechanisms contained a tiny needle in each. Each needle had just penetrated the skin when Jill cried out. Then, as the wings continued to open, the needles were pushed deeper into the sensitive flesh. It was designed to hold the clamps in place so that they could be worn for an entire evening without becoming lost. They were also designed to inflict pain. Jill started her deep breathing and panting routine again as she felt the needles sinking deeper into her sensitive buds.
Jill’s nipples had been pierced but she did not usually wear her rings. She did not remember her original piercing to be this painful. She felt every bit of the needles’ progress as they sank punishingly into her nipples until, finally, the wings were fully open and the needles stopped moving.
“What do you think?” Janice asked Charity.
Charity reached out and lifted both of Jill’s breasts as she carefully examined the new ornaments. “They look awesome!”
Then she used her thumb to push on one of the wings, tilting the clamp to one side. This also had the effect of moving one of the needles which shot pain through Jill’s chest, causing her to cry out. “She’ll have to be a very good girl when she wears these,” Charity said to her aunt.
Janice laughed. “Yes she will. I had no idea that these would be so punishing.”
Janice fixed dinner and the three of them ate together. It was one of the few meals at home recently where Charity was clothed. Jill was, of course, naked and still wearing her butterflies.
After dinner, they watched a rented movie together. Jill thought that it was a bit incongruous to be watching an animated family film with the other two women. They acted like this was just a normal Saturday night. She sat in Charity’s lap as Charity stroked her very wet labia and laughed at the movie. Maybe it really was a normal Saturday night for them. But the contradiction between the family oriented setting and movie and the way her body was being used and enjoyed was a bit unsettling.
They all retired to Janice’s bed after the movie ended. The horrid butterflies were painfully removed and then Jill’s nipples were swabbed with an antiseptic. They bathed together in the huge tub and then made love for hours. At the end, they slept with Charity in the middle, spooning against Jill’s back and Janice pressed tightly against Charity’s back.
On Sunday, they slept late and had breakfast together. Then Janice and Charity enjoyed Jill’s body throughout the day. For some reason, they did not let her climax. They brought her to the edge repeatedly but always stopped before she could orgasm. When she tried to finish herself off at one point, her wrists were bound behind her back again.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” asked Charity once Janice had wormed her hand into Jill’s sex and fisted her.
“You’re right,” replied Janice. “Soft, warm, wet velvet glove.” Charity coached her aunt to form a fist and, once again, Jill’s cervix was being pummeled. Charity used her tongue to toy with Jill’s clit but always stopped once the belly started quivering. Jill groaned in frustration.
Jill was given her clothes back after dinner and taken home. She was so horny from being denied an orgasm all day that she attacked her husband in the living room and practically raped him. Two more times during the night, she impaled herself until he could no longer become erect. Then she grabbed a vibrator and brought herself to two more orgasms before she could finally sleep.
Chapter 16
Janice tried to control her breathing and keep herself calm. She had seen others do this. There was no reason why she couldn’t. She crouched down and peeked through the underbrush as she tried to figure out her next move.
There had been a price for borrowing Jill for Charity’s birthday and that price had been her. Hal agreed to the loan of his katahua, as he now referred to Jill, on the condition that Janice agreed to become his prey for a private hunt. It would be only one hunter and one hunted. Janice accepted the offer.
It was now a week later and Janice was holding up her end of the bargain. Hal had drafted a loan document that laid out the terms of the loan and those of the hunt. Janice would own Jill for two days to do with as she pleased. The following Saturday, which was today, Janice would report to the ranch at eight o’clock in the morning, strip all clothes but sneakers, put on the safety goggles, and become prey. She would be given a thirty minute head start. If she evaded capture by five in the afternoon, she would be free to go. A single hit on the torso would mean capture. If she was captured before five, she would belong to Hal for the week. Charity would also belong to him for a week to be named later.
Since school was not in session, Janice knew that Hal would have plenty of time on his hands. And Janice knew that Hal had been lusting after her and Charity for over a year. It gave Janice plenty of motivation to avoid being shot.
Her plan was simple. She just hoped that it would work. She wanted to stay close enough that she could keep him in sight. She knew from her experience as a hunter that most of the slaves ran as far as they could, thinking that distance would provide them with safety. It did just the opposite, however, in her mind. It made them blind to their threats.
Janice reasoned that, as long as she could see him, she would know where not to be. She used her thirty minute head start. She ran quickly in one direction until she was safely out of sight and then circled around the back of a hill. She climbed the hill and laid prone to watch the hunter who wanted to get her in his sights.
She watched as Hal headed off in the direction she had initially run. Hal had brought Emily along, ostensibly to act as a porter. But there was not much to carry and all of it was stuffed in a little fanny pack around her waist. Other than that, her shoes and the ropes that bound her wrists behind her back, she was naked.
At that same moment, Jill was lying in bed beside her husband. She had just recently awakened and stretched her arms and legs. She was going to enjoy this day. It was the first Saturday in ages where she knew that she would not be summoned. There had been some Saturdays when she had not been summoned, but the threat of serving her owner had always been present. She would get to enjoy this day with her husband, just like any other young married couple.
Charity was at her computer and was typing away at her latest erotic story. She knew that her aunt was being hunted at this very moment and that sent mixed emotions through her. She thought it was very exciting that a dominant, her owner, could be hunted. She was not sure that had ever been done before in this group. She was not sure how she felt about her aunt being captured, though. Part of her thought that it would be very erotic for her aunt to be a slavegirl again.. She knew that Aunt Janice had been bought at a charity auction one time by her aunt’s best friend, Claire, and she had heard Claire describe how exquisite she had been as a slavegirl. But Charity also knew what was at risk in the hunt. If her aunt became a slavegirl to Professor Bascomb, then she would belong to him for a week also. Despite not knowing how she felt about the hunt, she knew that her creative juices had been stirred, along with some other juices between her thighs. She pecked away at her keyboard.
Janice kept the small hunting party in sight and stalked it cautiously. She had been terrified and very tentative at first but by mid morning, she was feeling more confident. In fact, the longer she was prey, the more feral she felt. She took time when she came across a stream to drink from it. She never would have done that before this day. When she came to a pond, she scooped her hand into it to gather mud from the bottom. Then, she painted her body with it, forming streaks and patches to help in her camouflage.
Janice did not have a watch but she assumed that it was near noon when the hunting party stopped for a rest. She watched as Hal took some food out of the fanny pack. He ate and fed Emily and they drank from the canteen. Janice knew that she should be hungry also, but she wasn’t. The adrenalin rushing through her body staved off any feelings of hunger that she should be feeling.
The hunting party started moving again and, once again, Janice followed. She made sure to stay behind them, thinking that it was unlikely that they would retrace their steps. By this time, she had found an old discarded and deteriorated backpack. She tore it apart and formed two strips of cloth. With the help of the roping that held the top of the backpack closed, she fashioned a crude loincloth for herself.
She kept her eyes open as she moved stealthily through the forest and around the fields. She picked up things that she found if she thought they would be useful. By this point, she had found four feathers which were now braided into her long raven hair. She also found a length of rusted steel wire which she thought might be useful so she coiled it and carried it with her.
She saw Hal and Emily stop again. They sat and drank from the canteen. Janice had been drinking from the streams all day and had no need to rest for water. She took this opportunity to use the wire. She wrapped it around her chest to measure it. Then she bent it back and forth over and over until it finally broke. She tore off more of the remains of the backpack and tore off two irregular looking pieces. Then she managed to poke holes into the deteriorated cloth and wrapped the wire around her chest again, under her armpits and above her breasts. She now had a bra. It would not support her heavy breasts when she had to occasionally sprint across a clearing but it was at least clothing. In actuality, it was like two bibs that draped over the full, firm orbs.
At the next stop, she tore one of the pockets from the backpack off and threaded a shorter length of wire through it. She attached this to the cord around her waist. Now she had her own fanny pack to put anything that she collected in.
A little later, Hal turned and started heading toward the ranch house. Janice’s spirits soared. Maybe he had given up. She followed at a respectable distance and ended up back on top of the hill where she had started, lying prone. She saw him go to his car. Emily’s hands were unbound and a large backpack was placed on her shoulders. Then the hands were rebound in front of her.
Hal pulled a second backpack out of his trunk and slung it over his shoulders. Janice watched with a furrowed brow, trying to figure out what was going on. The two turned back toward the hunt area and started walking.
Once they got out of the ranch yard, they stopped. Hal fished around in Emily’s pack and pulled out a strange device. He placed headphones over his ears and aimed a dish-shaped object off in the distance. Janice’s blood ran cold. Ohmigod, she thought. They have sensors.
The worst part was that she had no idea what the sensors were capable of. Could they hear her? Could they detect her body heat? Could they smell her? She would not be able to follow as closely from now on. She knew that.
She felt stupid. It had never occurred to her that Hal would cheat like this. During the club hunts, the hunters were allowed to carry their guns and water and rope to bind their captives, but nothing else. Janice had assumed that they would play by the same rules today. But, as she thought back on the agreement that she had signed, she realized that there were no specifications about what a hunter could use. The only constraints were time and the fact that she was not allowed to go beyond the boundaries of the ranch.
As the hunting party moved, it would frequently stop and Hal would do a 360 degree turn with his arm and dish extended, obviously scanning and looking for Janice. Occasionally, he would exchange devices but he kept stopping and scanning. He had binoculars too, which he used to peer off into the distance.
Hal had obviously sensed something because he started walking toward Janice. She ducked into the underbrush and tried to hide. Her heart was pounding and she tried to calm herself. Charity was able to deal with this. She should be able to also.
He was walking straight toward her. She knew that she had been discovered. When he got about a hundred yards from her, she stood up and started running. He just kept walking. She ran out of breath and stopped, looking over her shoulder. He was still walking. She ran and hid and ran again. He continued to walk, moving toward her constantly.
It was four fifty in the afternoon when the blue dot exploded between her shoulders. She had almost made it. In another ten minutes, she would have won and would have been free.
At five fifteen, Charity received an email. It said simply, “Your mistress will be occupied for the next week. Clear your calendar for the following week. You will be similarly occupied.”
Attached was a picture. Hal had strung up his prize. Janice dangled from her wrists with her feet several inches above the ground. Her body was still painted with the mud that she used for camouflage and she still wore her loincloth and makeshift bra. The brightly colored feathers were also still braided into her hair. Charity thought she looked beautiful.
Charity quickly forwarded the email to Jill and then called her. “Oh my gosh, he got her! I just sent you the email I received.”
Jill went to her computer and opened the email and photo. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “She sure went native! She’s beautiful!”
Chapter 17
Hal was pleased with the outcome of the hunt, although he knew how it would end before it even started. He had invested a fortune in the high tech equipment and felt as if he were now better equipped than the CIA. He had been surprised that Janice had been able to evade him for so long, though.
The chase at the end had been exciting. He owed a great deal of his success to the Incunu. With them, he had learned three important rules about hunting. Be stealthy. Be calm. Be patient. With all of his electronic gadgetry and the fact that his prey was unarmed, he did not have to worry about being stealthy. But he was very calm and very patient. He slowly stalked her and bagged her.
He had tried to act magnanimous when he offered the terms of the deal to Janice. She would get Jill for two whole days. He would possibly not get Janice at all in return. Only the luck of the hunt would determine whether or not Janice would serve him.
But there was to be no luck involved. Hal was determined to capture the beautiful mistress. Someday soon, she would belong to him. And her beautiful, nubile slavegirl would also become a permanent part of his growing harem.
Hal drove to Jill’s house immediately after loading Janice into the car. He had to deposit Emily somewhere for the next week. He did not want any witnesses to his time with Janice. Jill’s place seemed like the logical choice. After all, Jill had owned her before he did. Charity was already at Jill’s when Hal arrived. He left Janice in the car as he led Emily, who was now wearing a blue sundress, to the front door.
They exchanged their pleasantries at the door. Hal declined the offer to come in, saying that he had pressing business to attend to. He left Emily with Jill, but not before taking the opportunity to taunt Charity.
“Get lots of sleep this week, slavegirl,” he said to her. Charity was dressed for once. She was wearing cut-off jeans and a polo shirt and looked adorable with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. “I have lots planned for you when I collect you in a week. You will be very busy.”
Jill had already decided to let Charity stay with her for the week. Jill was going to claim Emily again as her katahua. Charity could become her husband’s katahua. She suspected that Bill would not mind his new role as chief. And she suspected that he would love having three females to serve him and meet his every need.
Hal had time to think through his plan again as he drove home. Janice was bound securely and gagged, so he had no worries about being distracted. His goal was to break her during the week that he owned her. Once he did that, Charity would belong to him also. And if he failed to break her, although he could not conceive of failing, he would still have the following week to break Charity. He believed that if he was able to get either one of them to permanently submit to him, he would get both.
He had envisioned several phases as he planned out the enslavement. The first phase was to be romantic. He would be charming and kind and would woo her. There was a chance that this would be enough to cause her to agree to become permanently his. It was a long shot, but he planned on wooing her at first.
There were three more phases to his plan: pain, humiliation and threat. He had no idea what the best order was for those three, though. Then, of course, there was always phase five in which he would have Charity in his clutches and would be able to play with her delectable body until she broke.
When they arrived at his home, Janice was treated like a queen; a naked and bound queen but a queen nevertheless. She would spend most of the week with her wrists bound behind her. He had grown fond of that look during his time with the Incunu.
He carefully removed the tiny garments that she had fashioned for herself during the hunt. He admired her body but would inspect her more properly after she had washed the mud off. He decided to let her keep her feathers for now and then led her to the bathroom.
For some reason, Janice was not embarrassed to be naked in front of Hal. After all, she reasoned, he had seen her naked before. Once was just this morning at the beginning of the hunt when she stripped by the cars. The day that she had been sold for the charity auction, she was also naked and was sure he had seen her then.
Hal ran the shower first and used a washcloth to gently scrub all of the mud off of her. Once the water was clear, he filled the tub and helped her to sit in the warm bubbly water. Then he lovingly shampooed her hair and washed her body.
“See?” he said as his fingers worked the suds into her raven mane, “being captive isn’t so bad after all. Is it?”
“I think that Charity would agree with that,” Janice replied. “She seems to enjoy being my slavegirl.”
Hal rinsed out her hair and then picked up a fresh washcloth, soaping it and then running it over his slave’s body. “There must be at least a little bit of slave in you,” he said. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have let yourself get captured.”
“I did not let myself get captured,” she responded. She had to bite her lip. She wanted to call him a cheater but did not want to anger him. “You won me. I will not say that it was fair and square. But you won me.”
“Not fair and square?” Hal asked with mock indignation. “What rule did I violate in the agreement?”
Janice again had to bite her lip. She could kick herself for assuming that they would be using the normal hunt rules. That was her fault. She knew that Hal was sneaky by nature. She should not have been so trusting. “Look. You won me. Let’s leave it at that.”
Hal lifted one of the milky white breasts in his hand and leaned forward, kissing the firm, soft flesh. “Yes. And what a precious thing I have won. I will truly enjoy claiming my prize.”
He finished her bath and then dried her. He blow-dried her hair, letting her mane become full and wild looking which was not a normal look for her at all. Her hair had always been carefully coiffed when he had seen her in the past. But the new look fit well with the colorful feathers that she had woven into her hair. Plus, Hal needed to remove her from her normal life as much as possible. This was a small change, but it was a change.
He intended to feed her but that would have to wait for later in the evening. His first task would be to formally claim his prize.
Hal led the naked girl to his bed and had her sit on the edge. Then he pushed her back and let her adjust her bound arms beneath her to get comfortable. He took his time disrobing so that she would have time to think about what was about to happen.
He stepped between her legs and rubbed the tip of his cock through her petals, finding them already quite wet. He had previously noticed that slavegirls were always well lubricated after they were captured during the hunts. Now he knew that mistresses got that way too. It must be something about the excitement and the adrenalin that got them aroused.
He slowly sank his shaft into the slick tunnel, letting out a moan as it enveloped him and squeezed him. He started a slow in and out motion and leaned forward, kissing Janice. She did not resist but she did not eagerly return the kiss either. She knew that this was not lovemaking.. She knew that it was just a male marking his property rights over a female. And he knew that she knew exactly what their coupling was all about.
His hands played with her glorious breasts as he continued to kiss her. His cock continued to slowly saw in and out of her captive body. She felt good to him and he knew that he was going to enjoy his ownership of her body. He climaxed and spurt his seed into her. There was no attempt to let her achieve orgasm. He would do that later. For now, he was simply marking her as his.
Chapter 18
Hal was a perfect gentleman on Sunday; as much as one can be when one owns a beautiful, naked slavegirl. He cooked for Janice and fed her. He bathed her. He fucked her often and made sure that she achieved an orgasm each time. He cuddled with her and let her rest throughout much of the day.
Monday started off much the same but started to change by mid afternoon. He asked her if she was enjoying herself and she replied that it was much nicer than she had expected. He told her that it could be like this always for her if she would become his. He even showed her an ownership agreement that he had prepared to make it official. She politely declined the offer without even reading it, not knowing that things were about to change. Hal was moving on to the next phase in his conquest of Janice. It was to be humiliation next.
Hal led his slavegirl down to the basement where he bent her over a bench. Then he prepared a batch of soapy water and produced a rubber tube. He was not in the habit of giving enemas so he had to improvise with what he had. As soon as Janice figured out what was about to happen to her, she started protesting. Struggling would have been useless with the way she was bound. Her legs were spread widely and anchored to rings in the floor. Her head rested on the bench, although her torso was off of it. Her arms were stretched out along the surface of the bench and strapped down securely.
“No, Hal,” she complained. “Please, not that. That’s going too far.”
Hal swatted one of her bottom cheeks, enjoying the slapping sound that it made and seeing how firm her butt was. “We’re just going to clean you out a bit.”
“Please no,” she pleaded. “It’s too much.”
He ignored her begging and completed his preparations. He hung the bucket high above her head and then greased her ass. He unceremoniously pushed the end of the tube into her butt, causing her to squeal and thrash in her bindings as her bottom was violated. She had never been used this way before.
Hal had to hold the tube in place since it was not equipped with a plug. But he enjoyed the sight before his eyes and did not mind the inconvenience. The naked, wiggling body was delightful to watch. Occasionally, he would swat a dancing bottom cheek or bend over to watch her full breasts swaying beneath her as she struggled.
The water continued to flow. He reached beneath her and felt her belly becoming fuller and tighter. When she cried out as the cramps started, he massaged her belly to try to sooth the cramping.
When he was satisfied that she was full enough, he quickly withdrew the hose and replaced it with a butt plug. The shape of this plug would keep it in place until he decided to let her void. In the meantime, he enjoyed himself by playing with the luscious breasts, swatting them back and forth and tugging on their nipples.
Finally, he decided to let her empty. He released her arms and secured them behind her back. Then he released her legs and led her to the toilet. He pulled out the plug and pushed her down onto the toilet and then waited.
“Can I have some privacy?” she asked.
“No,” was his simple response. She held it as long as she could but, with all of the cramping, that was not long. She loudly expelled all of the fluid, blushing furiously as she did so. She had never felt so humiliated in all her life.
Hal wiped her clean and then helped her to stand. “Again,” he announced.
“No, please!” she begged. “No more, please! That was horrible!” She struggled against him but without the use of her arms, it was futile. In short order, she was strapped back in the same position. Hal mixed up another batch of the warm soapy fluid, increasing the amount of water this time. Then he plugged the tube in and the water started flowing again.
Janice groaned as she felt herself filling up again. The cramping started anew and she struggled against her bindings. Hal alternately slapped a bottom cheek and then a breast, enjoying the sound of his palm against the soft flesh. When she started cramping, he started massaging the expanding belly with one hand while the other continued spanking the girl. When the bucket was almost empty, he crouched down to inspect his work. He was very pleased with the results. Janice looked like she was five or six months pregnant and he knew that she must be very uncomfortable with her belly so distended.
The routine was the same as he took her to the toilet. After she had expelled the fluid, he cleaned her and then announced, “Again.”
Janice shrieked and struggled to get away from his grip but she was no match for a stronger male who had the use of both arms. He quickly bound her back in the familiar position and prepared the third enema. This one was with cold water.
Janice started shrieking as soon as the icy water started flowing into her bowels. The cramping started almost immediately. After only a few minutes, her body felt chilled and her teeth started chattering. She continued to shriek and pull on her bindings.
Hal did not think of himself as a sadist but he had to admit that the sights and sounds of a beautiful woman in distress were appealing. He watched her ass dance in front of him and loved the poetry of its movement. He had learned that he could use only one hand to add to her torment. He had almost accidentally let the hose pop out earlier when he used both hands to toy with her body. That would have resulted in a mess.
This bucket contained even more water. Janice definitely had the look of advanced stages of pregnancy and there was still more water left. He decided to let the water flow a little longer. Her hands clenched and unclenched and her shrieks had died down to whimpers and incoherent babblings. Hal finally stopped the flow and dragged her to the toilet.
She had a dazed look on her face as he wiped her clean. He dragged her back to the table and she did not even struggle again. Instead, she just sobbed and mewled and begged that he not do it again.
Hal had no intention of another enema, however. He had a better use for her ass now. Once he had her secured to the bench again, he dipped two fingers back into the jar of lubricant and smeared it around her asshole. Then he pushed the fingers past the tight little pucker, rotating his hand to smear the jelly around. Janice groaned at the intrusion but the fight was out of her for the moment.
Hal lowered his pants and freed his cock. He knew from previous conversations with Janice that she had never done anal sex before. He was going to pop her cherry. He knew that this would weaken her resolve even further. At least it always did with Jill. Whenever Jill was acting up or resisting, he would take her anally. That would quickly eliminate her high-and-mighty attitude and make her docile and compliant.
He positioned his cock at Janice’s little rosebud. As soon as she realized what was about to happen, she started screaming and begging and thrashing about in her bindings again. She moved her hips back and forth, trying to invade the spear that was about to stab her. But with the tight bindings, it was easy for Hal to hold her ass in place. He gripped her hips and pushed forward, easing the tip of his cock into the forbidden channel. Janice groaned as she felt her bottom being stretched and then howled as he plunged fully into her.
She thought that she was being split in two and she was certain that he must have torn her sphincter. The pain was intense. But it was only momentary pain. Eventually, her ass adjusted to the intrusion and she was able to breathe normally again. Hal looked down and watched as his hard member disappeared into the shapely ass, only to reappear as he pulled back out. He had never tried fucking a cold ass before and made a mental note to do more ice cold enemas in the future. He did not last long. Her ass was tight and gripped his cock like a vise. He unloaded his seed into her bowels and then pulled out.
He pulled his pants back up and left her secured to the bench. He went upstairs, turning the lights off and leaving her to whimper alone in the darkness.
He returned two more times that day to rape her ass. That night, he brought her a bowl of fruit and put her in a cage for the night along with the bowl of food and a bowl of water. He knew that she would spend a miserable night alone in the darkness.
Chapter 19
He had Tuesday’s activities all planned out. Before he started with the day’s activities, however, he put the romantic act on again. He bathed Janice lovingly and fed her. When she accused him of brutally raping her, he calmly explained that he was only trying to help her by expanding her horizons. “How can you know whether or not you like something until you try it?” When he offered her the contract to sign again, she pushed it away without even reading it. That’s when she received her collar.
She sometimes collared Charity, more for Charity’s benefit than her own. Charity thought that it was exciting and erotic to wear a mistress’ collar. Janice preferred the elegant, slender neck completely unadorned. But she did collar her girl occasionally. It was a beautifully tooled, ornate gold band that could be locked around Charity’s neck. The collar that Janice received was just the opposite. It was simply a black leather band with rings sewn into it for attachment points. It was a dog collar.
Hal took Janice out to his car and stuffed her into the trunk. When he opened it again, she found that she was back at the ranch. “We’re going to have another hunt,” explained Hal.
Shortly after arriving, a truck pulled up. Janice recognized the driver and immediately started pleading. The driver was another dominant from the club. He was not a cruel dominant but he was the one who provided the dogs that fucked the girls as evening entertainment. And four of his dogs were in cages in the bed of the truck.
Janice begged for mercy but it fell on deaf ears. They already had their plans laid. Sam asked Hal if he could use the new girl before they turned the dogs loose on her and Hal agreed. Janice was bent over a picnic table and fucked from behind by someone she had thought of as a friend before this.
After planting his sperm inside of the beautiful dominant-turned-slave, Sam brought his dogs over to her. She was mortified as they sniffed her crotch and they jumped and yelped in joy at having such a tasty morsel.
“We’ll give you fifteen minutes,” said Hal. “And then we turn the dogs loose.”
“Please, Hal,” begged Janice. “Please have mercy.”
“It’s Master from now on,” corrected Hal.
“Please, Master,” begged Janice again. But the begging was useless. She hung her head dejectedly and sobbed.
“The clock’s ticking,” said Hal as he tapped his watch. “You can let them have you here, though, if you’d like.” Janice started running.
Sam called out to her as she headed toward the fields. “Don’t put up too much of fight once they catch you. They can be pretty mean if they’re provoked.”
Janice kept running. But she was no match for the noses and speed of the dogs. Within twenty minutes of leaving the ranch yard, they were upon her.
It was obvious that the dogs had done this before. They worked as a finely choreographed team. One dog rushed at Janice from the side, knocking her off her feet. When she scrambled to her hands and knees to try to get up, a second dog clamped his teeth into her neck. He was not biting her. But the presence of the teeth pressed against her flesh and the low growl was enough to still her. A third dog quickly mounted her from behind and she groaned as the dog’s thick cock sank into her. A second dog was just finishing with her when the two men walked up.
“I just love hunting,” said Hal as he strolled up to the spot where Janice was being raped. “I’ve never done it with dogs before, though.”
“They are amazing animals if you care for them and train them well,” said Sam.
“Yes they are,” agreed Hal. “The same can be said of a fine slavegirl. This one should be well trained by the end of the week.”
Sam watched as the third dog took his position on Janice and saw the canine cock slide into the kneeling girl. Janice’s face was crimson with embarrassment at the treatment she was receiving. “Yes, she’s coming along nicely. Do you plan to keep her?”
“That’s the plan,” responded Hal. “She’ll be a nice addition to my collection.”
“How many do you have now?” asked Sam.
“Two females and a male,” answered Hal. “This one would make four. And her girl would be the fifth.”
“That’s quite a handful. Let me know if you ever need any help in training them.”
Janice could not believe her ears. She knew that Hal wanted to own her. He had made that clear ever since they met. But she never expected that he would admit it to anyone else. Now that he had, she hoped that his ego would not prevent him from releasing her. He might end up losing face now if he let her go.
The men watched as the third dog finished and the fourth mounted the girl. Janice had watched others with the dogs and couldn’t imagine that anyone would enjoy watching it. She certainly didn’t. She thought it was sick. And now that she was on the receiving end, she knew exactly how sick it really was. Nobody could enjoy this. They must do it just to humiliate a girl and knock her down a peg.
The rape finally ended. Hal clipped a leash back onto Janice’s collar and bound her hands behind her back once again. She was hosed down once they got to the barn and then stuffed back into the trunk of the car.
Wednesday found her back at the ranch with the same four dogs. Once again, she was captured by the pack and raped. She was hosed down and stuffed back in the trunk again. This time, Hal had another surprise for her on the way home.
It was mid afternoon when the car pulled to a stop. Hal opened the trunk and helped a naked Janice out into the sunlight. Janice gasped when she saw where she was. The sign over the shop read “Sal’s Tattoo and Piercing Parlor.”
“Oh, Hal, you can’t mean it,” she said with a tone of severe disappointment in her voice. When she had made the original deal with him to borrow Jill, she had actually been excited. She had never been hunted before and she even thought it would be fun to try it. She assumed that she could win that contest but, even if she didn’t, she thought it would be thrilling to act like a slave for a week. It would be like a vacation from reality. She had verbally sparred with Hal about his wanting to own her but it had always been light-hearted. Things had turned dark, though, all of a sudden; very dark. He seemed to be doing everything in his power to break her. She was very disappointed in him.
Even after he had cheated in the hunt, she had still been hopeful and was looking forward to an exciting week. She had been completely giving of herself during the first two days of captivity. She enthusiastically and energetically made love with him and was enjoying bringing him pleasure. Since that time, however, things had rapidly deteriorated. She had been humiliated with the awful enemas, raped anally, and raped repeatedly by dogs. Now it appeared that she was going to be maimed.
She tried to reason with him but he had his mind set. He marched her naked into the shop and handed her over to the proprietor. “The ones I picked out,” he told Sal. “Just the nipples this time.’
Sal turned out to be a greasy looking fat male of some sort of Mediterranean descent; Italian, she assumed. He put his hand on her shoulder and guided her toward what looked like a cross between a barber chair and an ob/gyn table. Her feet were secured into the stirrups before her wrists were unbound. Then, her arms were strapped to the arms of the chair. A leather band crossed her chest just above the breasts. Another one secured her to the chair at her waist. She was completely immobilized.
“Payment as we agreed?” asked Sal with a hopeful expression on his face.
“Of course,” replied Hal. “I’m an honorable man.” Janice wanted to scream at that statement. He was proving to be anything but honorable. She did not know what the payment agreement was but she figured it out soon enough. Sal dropped his pants and plugged her sex with his cock. It was obvious that she was paying for the pierced nipples with her own body. She was at least able to take some solace in the fact that, unbeknownst to Sal, his cock was swimming in dog sperm. He grunted a few times and then climaxed. At least he was fast, thought Janice.
The defacement of her body happened quickly. Sal placed special clamps on her breasts just behind the areolae which squeezed the tips of her breasts vertically. He took what looked like a leather punch and punched a hole in one nipple and then the other, inserting gold studs into each hole. She screamed as each hole was made. Once the studs were in, she whimpered as she looked down and saw the gold knobs on either side of her tender nipples. Her chest burned with pain as she was helped out of the chair.
“You sure have beautiful slaves, Hal,” said Sal. “Bring me all you got.”
Hal gave Janice another chance to sign the documents when they got home. She refused and things went even further downhill after that.
Chapter 20
The remainder of the week was a living hell. Hal had somehow convinced himself that his plan would work and, when it didn’t, he became furious. He abused Janice horribly. He also started drinking heavily.
The one bright spot of the drinking was that Hal passed out on Thursday night before he had a chance to lock Janice into her cage for the night. Janice took advantage of the opportunity to call Jill.
“Hide Charity,” she told Jill. “Get her as far away from here as you can.” Janice described what had happened so far and Jill was horrified. She knew that Hal could be slimy but he had never stooped this low. She promised to protect Janice’s precious slavegirl.
Thursday and Friday were a blur of pain for Janice. She was whipped multiple times and in every conceivable way. Her back and bottom and thighs felt the sting of the lash. Her breasts were whipped and her freshly pierced nipples caused her to howl in pain. Her sex was whipped, causing her to howl again. It wasn’t until he caned the souls of her feet that she screeched like a banshee, though. She had no idea that feet could be so abused but she had never felt such intense pain.
The cattle prod was also a constant companion, especially on Friday. All day Friday, he kept telling her that he was looking forward to using the cruel instrument on “sweet Charity.” He had a maniacal look in his eyes as he pressed the tip to her vulnerable flesh over and over again. And when he inserted the cruel wand into her sex and blasted her with it, she shrieked until she passed out. When she awoke, it was still in her sex and he was still grinning maniacally. She knew at that point that she would have broken if she had not already ensured Charity’s safety. But Charity was safe and that gave her the courage to endure.
The hot wax was almost like a vacation after the cattle prod and the whips. It hurt and it burned but it was nothing compared to the other pain that she had suffered.
Finally, Saturday morning arrived and Hal prepared Janice to return home. She would wear the little outfit that she created during the hunt a week earlier. Charity was to drive the car to Hal’s and deliver herself. Janice would take the car home and wait for Charity to be returned to her a week later.
Hal kept going to the window every time he heard a car but would return to the scantily clad and kneeling Janice each time after he realized that it was not Charity. Finally, Janice spoke up.
“She’s not coming.”
“What do you mean?” asked a stunned Hal.
“I have hidden her. She will not be coming.”
“You did WHAT!?!?!?!?” raged Hal. “She’s MINE!!!”
“She is not coming. I had her hidden. And if you ever come near her again, I will have you arrested if I don’t kill you first.”
Hal broke into a fit of rage. He picked up a lamp and smashed it to the floor. He grabbed a bookshelf and tore it off the wall, sending the contents scattering on the floor. Then he approached Janice and swung his arm, catching the side of her face with the back of his hand, making her see stars. She crumpled to the floor. He was furious. He kicked her in the ribs and then again in the stomach. Then he stopped.
“Oh my god!” he uttered. “What have I done?”
Janice slowly got to her feet. Hal’s blow had split her lip and she wiped the blood off with the back of her hand. She just glared at him silently.
Hal realized that he had lost it. He should have seen it earlier but he got sucked into the ‘game.’ He had wanted to be with this woman forever. Now, he had driven her away. “I am so sorry,” he said.
“Stay away from Charity,” she said again, “or I will kill you.”
“I will. I will.” Hal gave Janice clothes to wear and then drove her home. He agreed to release Emily and Jill and her husband in exchange for Janice not pressing charges.
All of a sudden, Janice had four slaves. She adored Jill and her husband. She did not know Emily well but she seemed like a lovely girl, too. But she deeply loved Charity and she loved owning her niece. She did not want to risk that relationship by spreading her time over so many slaves.
The first thing that she did was to meet with Jill. Jill was kneeling at her new mistress’ feet a week after the incident with Hal. “I’m giving you back your freedom, little one,” said Janice as she cradled Jill’s full breasts in her palms. She slowly worked the thumbs across the silky flesh and knew that she was missing an opportunity to enjoy this delightful creature. She also knew that Charity would miss having Jill as a playmate. “And your husband. The two of you were trapped by an evil man. You never should have been enslaved in the first place.”
“Really, Mistress?” asked Jill with tears in her eyes.
Janice leaned down and kissed Jill’s forehead as she gave each plump breast a loving squeeze. “Yes, really, dear. You are welcome to play, but you do it only when you want to from now on.”
Jill was overwhelmed. She moved closer to Janice and hugged her around the knees, placing her head in Janice’s lap and wept. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Janice combed her fingers through the red locks in her lap and admired the perfect nude before her. “You are welcome, love. It’s time for you and your husband to start enjoying your life together again.”
“Thank you, Mistress. But I can come back, can’t I?”
“Yes, pet. You may come back any time you want. But as a sub this time; not a slave.”
Emily was a tougher decision. Janice and Jill discussed her for a long time. Janice was surprised during the discussion though. She had released Jill and told her she was free but Jill made no attempt to get dressed. She just continued to kneel naked at her mistress’ feet.
Jill told Janice about Emily’s past and how she had already turned down her freedom twice. Jill recommended that the girl be given the offer again.
“And what happens if she chooses to remain a slave?” asked Janice. “Will you own her?”
“Oh,” replied Jill. She thought long and hard before replying. “Could we co-own her?”
“You don’t want to own her completely?” asked Janice.
“I probably do, Mistress,” explained Jill. “But I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”
It was finally agreed that Emily would have two owners if she remained as a slave. Jill could assume full ownership at any point in the future that she decided. The two of them met with Emily and offered the girl her freedom. For the third time, Emily explained that she had no life to return to and she rejected the offer. She became the joint property of Janice and Jill.
Hal left the club. He realized that control over another human was like an intoxicant to him. And he was addicted to it. He began his recovery process which meant that he had to abstain from any participation in the lifestyle.
Jill had to make a tough decision. She either had to find another culture to study for her research or accept immersion. She explained it to one of her colleagues. “Once the toothpaste is out of the tube, you can’t put it back.” She had become part of their culture and their culture had become part of her. She could no longer be an outside observer with the Incunu.
She chose to continue with immersion research. She also increased the frequency of her visits. Now, she spent one month out of every three as Leopard Girl. The beautiful, naked huntress always took her katahua back to the island with her when she visited. The chief was delighted. Now he got to enjoy his Leopard Girl every third month and he truly loved exploring every inch of her lovely body. He also got to enjoy Leopard Girl’s energetic and enthusiastic katahua who made sure that his balls were constantly drained. Life was very good on the island.
The End
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