Have Faith

Chapter 18

The week drew to a close and Jill and Ann departed for home.  The twins were promoted back to the status of mistress and Faith was once again the only slavegirl in town.  In a way, the twins were almost disappointed that their adventure was over.  They had both truly enjoyed running around naked at the beck and call of the three mistresses.

“Is it true your mom fisted you?” asked Cinny.  She and Faith and Linny were lying around the pool after Faith had been harnessed to the cart and had taken the two girls for a ride.

Faith blushed at the question.  She wondered if they knew all of the details of the past week.  “Yes, it’s true.”

“Rats!” groused Cinny.  “I wonder why she didn’t do it to me.  You had all the fun.”  Faith just shook her head in disbelief.

Jane returned to work after taking the week off to spend it with her sisters and the three slaves, leaving the “governess” alone with the two girls.  All pretenses about Faith being in charge were gone now, though.  She was kept naked all the time.  The only time she ever wore clothes was when she had to take the girls somewhere.  Even then, her clothes were either minimal or very revealing.

Halters and tube tops were frequently prescribed by the twins.  Their favorite outfit, though, seemed to be the bib overall shorts.  It was a pair of denim shorts with a denim bib that was held up by suspenders over her shoulders.  If she was motionless, the bib covered her nipples and much of her breasts from a frontal view.  From the side, however, the full profile of each breast could easily be seen.  And when she moved, her breasts became animated and frequently peeked out from behind the bib.  The twins liked the outfit for that reason and also because it gave them free access to the luscious orbs, which they frequently took advantage of.

Faith was frequently bound in some way also.  While Jane preferred her slave without a collar, the twins liked their girl in a collar so they could cuff her wrists to it.  This kept Faith’s hands out of the way, giving them unlimited access to the charms on the slave’s chest.

The arm-binder achieved the same result and they frequently put that on their girl.  But just about any kind of bondage seemed to delight the twins, even if it served no apparent purpose.  Hobbles, spreader bars and manacles frequently adorned Faith’s ankles.  A variety of cuffs and ropes and scarves held her wrists together at times.  She was tied to posts and between posts and fastened to walls.  She sometimes dangled from the ceiling by her wrists and sometimes by her ankles.  They wrapped ropes around Faith’s chest to bind her breasts and sometimes wrapped a rope around her waist or thigh, which did nothing that Faith could determine.

She was dangling from her ankles when Kim arrived.  Cinny and Linny did not have many friends.  They mostly relied on one another for companionship.  And now they had a slavegirl to keep them company and to keep them entertained.  But Kim was a good friend.  She had been away for the summer but, now that school was about to start, had returned.

Linny was just finishing with the bindings.  Faith’s legs were spread wide, leaving her sex gaping and vulnerable.  One arm was stretched to the side and tied to a ring in the floor.  Linny was securing the other arm when Cinny brought Kim into the barn.

Kim shrieked when she saw the naked, bound form of a girl hanging from the rafters.  “Oh, my god!  What have you done?”

Cinny wrapped her arm around Kim’s waist and propelled her forward.  Linny stood up and kissed Kim on the cheek.  “Meet our slavegirl,” smiled Linny.  “Her name is Faith.”

“Ohmigod,” muttered Kim, still in shock over the spectacle.  “What is going on?”

“We were getting ready to play with her,” said Cinny.  “You can play with her now too.”

For once, Faith was glad that she was gagged.  Having the ball in her mouth saved her from having to say anything.  Trying to explain away the situation would have been just too embarrassing.

“What do you mean play?” asked Kim.  “What do you mean slave?”

Linny explained that Faith had been hired to be their governess for the summer but that they had captured her and enslaved her instead.  “Now she belongs to us.  We like to play with her.”  Linny left out the part about Faith being their cousin.  “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Cinny reached out and rested her hand on Faith’s exposed sex as Kim stood speechless.  In the position Faith was in and with the ball gag in her mouth, it was difficult to appreciate her beauty but Kim could tell that the dangling girl was attractive.  “Yes.  She’s pretty.”

Cinny rubbed her palm over Faith’s petals, feeling the slickness against her hand.  “And she’s so responsive.  Here, look at this.”  Cinny held out her hand to Kim, showing her the glistening palm.  Kim immediately backed away.

“You can touch her too,” offered Linny.  “She’s awfully fun to play with.”

“Yeah, touch her here,” said Cinny as she put her hand back on Faith’s sex.  “She likes it.”

Kim remained planted where she was but couldn’t tear her eyes from the nude, stretched form.  Her gaze moved back and forth from the girl’s face to her breasts to her sex where Cinny was slowly rubbing.  The breasts especially fascinated the friend.  While Kim had large breasts of her own, she did not think that hers were nearly as perfectly formed as Faith’s and her eyes kept wandering back to the firm orbs.

“What do you do with her?” asked Kim.

“Anything we want,” replied Linny.  “She belongs to us.”

Linny pushed Kim closer, causing the friend to tense as she neared the slave.  “Touch her here,” coaxed Linny.  “You’ll like it.”  Linny took Kim’s hand and drew it to Faith’s sex.  Kim stiffened again but did not protest as she watched Linny guide her hand between Faith’s thighs and then press it down on the awaiting sex.  The folds were warm and wet and Kim thought they felt oily.  Linny moved Kim’s hand and she felt the slick petals gliding against her palm.

Linny curled her fingers, causing Kim’s fingers to curl beneath her.  She moved Kim’s hand, letting the fingers slide over the wet folds and then pushed Kim’s finger into Faith’s sex, causing Faith to moan.  Kim opened her eyes wide at the sound and tried to pull her hand back but Linny held it firmly in place.  Linny slowly moved two of Kim’s fingers in and out of Faith and Kim just watched, mesmerized by the sight before her.

Cinny came up behind Kim and wrapped her arms around her friend’s waist, holding her and softly caressing her belly.  “Isn’t it wonderful?” she whispered into Kim’s ear.  “So soft.  So inviting.  So beautiful.”

Kim nodded slowly as she watched Linny manipulate her fingers.  She felt Cinny holding her and caressing her lightly, causing her to relax against the warm body pressing into her back.

Linny lifted Kim’s hand and brought it to her face.  Linny sucked one of the dew-covered fingers into her mouth and licked it clean, savoring the taste.  She then guided the hand to Kim’s face and extended the other glistening finger.  Instinctively, Kim parted her lips and Linny pushed the finger in, letting her friend taste the juices of the slavegirl.

Linny released the hand as Kim suckled the finger.  She released Faith’s hands and then lowered the slave to the floor, removing all bindings before tying Faith’s wrists together behind her back.  Then, she helped the slavegirl to her feet and turned her so she was facing the friend.  Finally, the ball gag was removed.

Kim sucked in her breath at the beauty of the naked girl standing before her.  She had never seen such perfection before.  Everything about the girl was fantastic.

Cinny kept her hands moving slowly and became bolder with her actions.  One hand glided over Kim’s full breasts and the other moved to cup her friend’s sex beneath her shorts.  Eventually, Cinny’s fingers started to unfasten clothing but she did it slowly to try not to scare away her prey.

Faith would be leaving soon to return to college and Cinny had decided that Kim would be a good replacement.  She hadn’t worked out all of the details in her mind yet but knew that a slow seduction would be the start.

The girl’s shorts fell to the floor and puddled around her ankles.  Still, Kim showed no signs of resistance.  Cinny tugged the bottom of Kim’s t-shirt and slowly lifted it, rubbing the bare flesh that the movement exposed.  Instinctively, Kim raised her arms to assist in her stripping and Cinny tossed the garment aside, leaving Kim dressed only in her bra, panties and sneakers.

Faith watched in disbelief as Cinny slowly stripped her pretty friend.  It was almost as if Kim was in a hypnotic trance.  The girl’s gaze was now fixed on Faith’s chest but her eyes looked like they were glazed over.  Faith watched as Linny knelt at Kim’s feet, unlacing the sneakers and pulling them off along with the socks.

The bra was the next item to fall to the floor, exposing two plump breasts.  Kim was much more developed and well endowed than the twins and Faith wondered if the girl might be older than her cousins.  The full, rounded orbs looked heavy and were thrust out from the slender chest of the girl.  Faith thought that the girl might even have larger breasts than her own.

“Wha?” uttered Kim, showing signs that she recognized what was happening to her.  Cinny moved on hand in slow circles over the naked belly as her other hand glided over the exposed swells of the glorious breasts.  “Wha?” Kim repeated.

Cinny leaned close and kissed Kim’s neck before letting her lips dance across the tender flesh until they reached the girl’s cheek.  “Hush, little one,” Cinny said calmly.  “You are safe with us.”

Kim remained in her stupor-like state and continued to stare at the tanned perfect breasts of the slave standing before her.  Cinny continued her soft caresses as her lips continued to kiss Kim’s cheek and jaw and ear.

Linny was still kneeling at Kim’s feet and reached up, hooking her fingers into the waistband of the girl’s panties, slowly drawing them down the toned hips.  Faith watched as there continued to be no resistance and saw the trimmed blonde bush slowly emerge.  Linny knelt up and kissed Kim’s belly and then her Venus mound as the panties reached the girl’s ankles.  Cinny’s hands moved beneath Kim’s breasts and she lifted them, supporting the succulent orbs in her palms.

Linny helped Kim to step out of her panties and then lightly kissed the future slave’s sex.  Faith could see that Linny’s lips were wet when she pulled back, giving testimony to the fact that Kim was highly aroused by what was happening to her, even if she wasn’t fully aware of what was going on.

Linny stood up and leaned close, kissing Kim on the lips.  “Wha?” uttered Kimi again.  Linny went to the bench and Cinny finally released the firm breasts, lowering her hands to grasp Kim’s wrists and draw them behind her.  Linny returned with wide leather cuffs, which she attached to Kim’s wrists, securing them together.

“Faith, come here,” instructed Linny.  “Service our friend.”

Faith blushed at what was going on.  Three pretty blondes were standing before her; one naked and the other two clothed.  Cinny and Linny stood on either side of the naked one and kissed her cheeks as one hand from each girl held a bottom cheek and the other claimed a breast.

Reluctantly, Faith stepped closer and then obediently knelt.  She leaned forward and smelled the musky aroma of Kim’s arousal.  Like Linny had done before, Faith pressed her lips to the girl’s sex, feeling the oily slickness coating them.

Cinny and Linny tapped the insides of Kim’s thighs and, instinctively, Kim moved her feet wider apart, giving Faith better access to her hidden charms.  Faith extended her tongue and slowly licked up along one of the petals, gathering the girl’s juices on her tongue before repeating the action with its twin.

Faith looked up and saw that the twins were stroking the breasts from the base to the nipples.  Then they would grasp the nipples, rolling them back and forth before returning to the base to start over again.

Faith curled her tongue and slowly stabbed it into Kim’s sex, hearing the girl moan softly as she was penetrated.  She scooted a little closer and leaned into the girl’s thighs to steady herself, feeling the soft, warm flesh of the girl who was being seduced into slavery.

Faith moved her tongue in and out several times before scooping it up between the slick petals.  She stopped at the top and used her tongue to expose the tender clitoris before fluttering it over the tender morsel several times.  She heard another moan and then a series of short gasps.

This continued for several minutes.  Faith would scoop up between the slick folds and then would flutter her tongue.  Faith kept her eyes upward, watching the twins playing with the ripe breasts that were now their toys and Faith saw Kim’s belly eventually start to quiver.  Faith stopped her scooping action and now concentrated fully on little butterfly motions of her tongue over the tasty little nubbin before her.

It took less than a minute of this to elicit a groan from Kim.  Her body tensed and then shook as a powerful orgasm pumped through her.  Cinny and Linny held onto her bottom and arms to support her as Faith kept her tongue fluttering incessantly.

Kim gasped and groaned and then whimpered.  Eventually, her knees buckled and the two girls laid her gently on the floor.  She just lay there on her side and moaned with her eyes closed as Cinny and Linny caressed her.

Eventually, the girl opened her eyes and then looked around in shock.  “Ohmigod!!!  What did I just do?”

Cinny leaned down and kissed Kim’s cheek.  “Relax, little one.  You didn’t do anything.  We did it for you.  We will take over from now on.  No worries.”

“Oh god,” groaned Kim.  She tried to sit up and that’s when she realized that her hands were bound behind her back.  “What just happened?”

Cinny smiled and leaned down again, kissing Kim on the lips this time.  “You just had a wonderful orgasm.  That’s what happened.  And we made you ours.”

“Yours?” she asked.  “What do you mean?”

“Yes.  Ours,” assured Cinny.  “Faith is our slavegirl.  You are ours now too.  Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Yes, Kimmy,” agreed Linny.  “You belong to us now.  Isn’t that nice?”

Kim groaned.  She didn’t understand what was going on but she did understand that her body was still tingling from the explosive orgasm she had just experienced.  It had been unlike anything she had ever felt.

“What does that mean?” asked Kim.  She knew that she should have protested or screamed or fought back.  But something inside of her prevented her from resisting.

The twins helped Kim to her knees in front of the bench and then sat together on the bench.  Each stroked the backs of their fingers over Kim’s cheeks while their other hands each claimed a breast, which they lifted in their palms.

“It means that we will own you from now on,” said Linny.  “We will be your mistresses and you will be our girl.”

“Yes,” Cinny went on.  “You will be our pet.  You don’t have to worry about making decisions any more.  We will take responsibility for all of your decisions from now on.  We will take care of you.”

“Oh, was all that Kim said in response.

Faith watched all of this with disbelief.  If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she would not have believed it.  She had to be starved and then bound and beaten before she was broken into her slavery.  But this girl seemed to be accepting it readily without any kind of fight or even resistance.  Had the twins known that this girl was naturally submissive?  If so, how could they tell?

Linny got up and went back to the table.  She returned with a wide black collar.  Cinny gathered Kim’s long blonde tresses and held them up, away from the girl’s neck as Linny sat back down.

“Kimmy, do you accept that you now belong to us?” asked Linny as she leaned forward and kissed Kim.

“Yes,” replied Kim in a whisper.  Faith’s eyes flew open wide in surprise.

Cinny leaned forward and kissed Kim.  “You should call us Mistress.  And do you understand that, as our property, you will do whatever we want?”

“Yes, Mistresses.”

Linny wrapped the collar around Kim’s slender neck.  She buckled it snugly and then added a padlock to ensure that it could not be removed.  “Then you are now our pet.  And you will be Kimmy from now on.”

“Thank you, Mistresses,” replied Kim as she cast her eyes down and blushed.

“That went well today,” said Cinny as she pressed her back into Linny later that evening.  They were naked and spooning together again in their bed.

“It sure did,” replied Linny.  “What made you make your move?  Did you know that she was a natural submissive?”

“I was pretty sure.”

“How did you know?” asked Linny.

“I saw the way she was acting as you guided her fingers over and into Faith.  She wasn’t resisting or repulsed.  She had this dreamy look on her face and it got dreamier the more you controlled her.  I was pretty sure we could take her.”

At that moment, Faith was with Jane.  “I understand you have a new slave sister,” said Jane.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith.  She and Jane were also both naked in bed and were also both spooning.  Jane was behind Faith and was holding a luscious breast, squeezing it lightly.

“Again, the girls have shown that they have good taste.  Kim is pretty; almost as pretty as my girl.”

“Oh, I think she’s much prettier than me, Mistress.”

“Nobody is as beautiful as my Faith, little one.  But I hope that the girls don’t make a habit out of enslaving girls or we’ll have to expand the barn.”

“Are they going to keep her in the barn?  Is she going to be a pony?”

“I’m sure she’ll spend a lot of time in a harness.  But I suspect that on nights when she is here, she will be a bed warmer for the twins.”

Chapter 19

The twins arranged for Kim to spend a week with them prior to school starting.  Kim’s mother, Heather, dropped her off and Jane invited her in.  The three girls immediately disappeared out of the house, leaving Jane, Heather and Faith together in the living room.  It was a rare occasion for Faith to wear clothes and she wore a green sundress.

“I hope it’s not an imposition on you,” said Heather.

“No, not at all,” offered Jane.  “They play well together.  And besides, Faith is their governess for the summer so they will be in good hands.”

“Faith is such a beautiful name,” said Heather, “for such a beautiful girl.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Sarkin,” blushed Faith.

“You are welcome.  But call me Heather.  In fact, it’s remarkable that there are so many beautiful women in this household.”

Jane smiled at the compliment.  “Do you mind me asking your age?  You don’t look nearly old enough to be Kim’s mother.”

“I’m thirty,” replied Heather.  “And no, I’m not her natural mother.  I’m her step mother.  Her real mother died giving birth to her.  So, I’m the only mother she has ever known.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about her real mom,” said Jane sincerely.  “But you actually look closer to twenty than thirty.”  It was true.  Heather was beautiful in her own right.  She had a trim, shapely and curvy body.  Her hips were a bit on the narrow side but were decidedly feminine; not boyish.  She had a narrow waist and shapely legs.  She had large breasts that almost looked out of place on her slender athletic body..  Her long raven black hair flowed freely over her shoulders and framed a beautiful, youthful looking face..  And her smooth skin was pale and looked like fine porcelain and it was obvious that she protected herself from the ravages of the sun.

“Thank you very much.  My face used to be a curse.  Everyone always thought I was a teenager.  Now, it’s turning out to be a blessing.”

“Well you are truly beautiful; striking, in fact,” said Jane.  “And you could still pass as a teenager.”

This caused Heather to blush.  “Thank you again.”

“Faith, dear, would you fetch us some drinks?” asked Jane.

“Yes, Mistr…” Faith started to reply.  Luckily, she caught herself before she said the word ‘mistress.’  She arose and turned to Heather.  “What would you like to drink, Heather?”

“Some ice tea, if you have it, please.”

“I’ll have the same,” said Jane.  Faith disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the drinks.

Heather furrowed her brow.  “What was she calling you before she caught herself?”

“Hmm,” replied Jane.  “I didn’t catch it.”

“It sounded like she was going to call you mistress.”

“Oh.  Hmm,” said Jane as she tried to figure out how to respond.  “Well, maybe she was.  There is no master of the house.  So maybe I’m the mistress of the house.”

“Oh, I see,” said Heather.  “I thought it might mean something else.  I had a mistress once.  But it was a different kind; more of a play mistress.”

“Oh?” responded Jane.  “How adventurous of you.  Do tell more.”

Heather grinned.  “It was years ago..  But it was very exciting.  I still remember it vividly.”

Faith returned with the drinks and offered them to Heather and Jane.

“Perhaps we should change the subject,” offered Heather.

“Nonsense,” replied Jane.  Then she turned to Faith.  “Heather was just about to tell me about her experiences with a mistress.  Do go on, Heather.”

This prompted Heather to blush again.  “Well, like I said, it was years ago.  Being married and raising a daughter don’t leave much time for play.  I’m not sure that I should go into it, though, here.”

“Does having Faith here embarrass you?”

“Um, yes.  I’m sorry, Faith,” Heather fumbled for words.  “I just don’t want to be a corrupting influence on you.”

“I understand, Heather,” replied Faith.  “Perhaps I should go check on the girls.”  Faith stood up to excuse herself.

“Come back in five minutes or so,” instructed Jane.

“Yes, Aunt Jane.”  With that, Faith left the room.

“This is so embarrassing,” said Heather.  “She won’t tell the girls, will she?”

“No, she won’t tell them.  She is very trustworthy.  Now go on with your story.”

Heather described how, in college, she had lived a rather wild lifestyle.  Drugs, alcohol, parties and kinky sex abounded.  She fell in with a crowd that loved domination and submission and somehow found herself cast in the role of a submissive.  She did not mind that.  In fact, she loved it.  It was very erotic and exciting to her.

She had both masters and mistresses at first but, over time, gravitated to a particular mistress who eventually claimed her exclusively.  For the last two years of college, she lived with her mistress and was effectively her slave, although no formal ownership rights were ever established.  Then they both graduated and went their separate ways.

“I’m sure you could have found a new mistress,” said Jane.  “You really are extremely beautiful.”

“Thank you again.  But I got married shortly after college and had Kim to look after.”

“I understand,” said Jane.  “Raising children does not leave much play time.  What were your most exciting moments as a slavegirl?”

“Oh, that’s easy.  The most exciting was the time I was sold, although it was terrifying at the time.  I didn’t know that I was being sold for just two days.  I thought it was permanent.  Looking back at it, though, it was thrilling.”

Jane nodded.  “I wish I had been at that auction.  I would have given the others a run for the money in the bidding.”

Heather blushed again.  “Thank you.  You are very kind.  I’m glad that my story didn’t offend you.”

“It didn’t offend me at all,” assured Jane.  “I found it quite exciting.  Now I just have to figure out how to claim you for myself since I can’t buy you.”

Heather’s eyes flew open wide in surprise.  Just then, Faith returned.  “Would either of you like some more tea?”

Heather shook her head in response.  “I think we’re fine,” said Jane.  “But come here, pet.”

It was Faith’s turn to blush but she obediently crossed the room to where her aunt was sitting.  Jane looked down at the floor and Faith understood the nonverbal command.  She knelt at Jane’s feet, blushing as she did so, and tucked her hands in the small of her back.

“Heather, I would like you to meet my slavegirl.  At least for the next two weeks, Faith belongs to me.  I agreed to release her once college starts up again.”

“Oh, my,” gasped Heather.  This came as quite a shock to her.  “Your own niece is your sub?”

Jane reached out and combed her fingers through Faith’s hair.  “She’s a beauty.  Why wouldn’t I want to own her?  I just wish I didn’t have to give her up so soon.  Now, I’ll have to look for a replacement.  Any interest?”

“Oh, my,” said Heather again.  “Who?  Me?”

“I only claim the most beautiful.  And you and Faith easily fit into that category.”

“Oh, my,” Heather repeated.  “I don’t know.  It’s been so long.  What would your daughters think?  For that matter, what would my daughter think?  Or my husband?”

“Well, I don’t know what your husband would think.  I have never met him,” Jane responded.  “But I can assure you that my daughters would not mind.  They love playing with Faith.”

“Oh, my,” said Heather.  “They know that Faith is your sub?”

“My slave,” corrected Jane.  “Yes, they know all about it.  And as far as your daughter is concerned, I’m not sure what she would think but I suspect she would be pleased.  She has a very beautiful mother and she would probably want to see her mother happy.”

“Oh, my,” Heather started again.  “When would you want this to start?”

“Whenever you are ready, little one,” smiled Jane.  “I am ready to claim you now but you have to be ready also.”

“Oh, my,” said Heather.  “This is all so sudden.”

“I understand, pet,” said Jane soothingly.  “I will give you all the time you need.  But in the meantime, may I see what I am acquiring?”

“Oh, my,” blushed Heather as she heard Jane’s question.  Her head was spinning.  And being referred to as little one and pet had sent a wave of arousal through her body.  Without thinking, she stood up and turned to face Jane.

Jane patted Faith’s upper arm.  “Go unwrap her, pet.”

Heather’s blush intensified at the words.  She saw Faith gracefully rise to her feet and then trembled slightly as the girl approached her.  She watched Faith’s hands reach out and unbuckle the belt around her waist and then saw Faith move behind her.  Gooseflesh formed down her arms as she felt Faith unzipping the back of her dress and then blushed again as the straps to her dress were pushed off her shoulders.  The dress slid down her slender body to puddle at her feet, leaving her wearing only her bra, panties and heels.

The bra was next.  Faith unhooked it and then slid the straps off of the elegant shoulders.  Jane smiled as she saw the beautiful pendulous orbs coming into view.  They were every bit as full and firm as she had hoped for and they were delightfully capped with dark, stiffened nipples.  Finally, Faith knelt and slid down the panties, helping Heather to step out of them and the dress.

“”You can leave the heels on, pet,” instructed Jane.  “But you won’t be needing your clothes any longer.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith.  She quickly shed her clothes and stood to the side as she saw her aunt arise and move toward the other naked woman.

“My, my” smiled Jane as she stood in front of Heather.  “Look at what we have here.  Even more beautiful than I thought.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” blushed Heather as she cast her eyes downward.

“I’m not your mistress yet,” responded Jane.  She reached out and tucked Heather’s long black hair back, letting it drape down the woman’s back and expose the ripe breasts.  Faith was in awe of the scene she was watching.  Once again, in the span of just a few days, she was witnessing the claiming of a slave and, once again, there was no sign of protest or resistance.  She found it remarkable that women would allow that to be done to themselves.  And she found it even more remarkable that women could and would enslave other women.

“But soon,” Jane continued.  She leaned forward and kissed Heather’s lips.  It was not really a sign of affection.  It was more of a test to see how the soon-to-be slave would react.  And she passed the test with flying colors.  Heather closed her eyes and parted her lips, sighing softly at the tender touch.

Jane placed her hands on Heather’s shoulders and looked into her eyes.  “If we do this, I will expect you to take it seriously.  If we do this, you will belong to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Heather repeated.

“Okay, I’m your mistress for today,” Jane said.  “And then you can go away and think about it.  When you return, you can give yourself to me if you choose.”

“Yes, Mistress.  But I think I already know the answer,” Heather replied.  “I want this.  I know I do.  I haven’t felt like this in over eight years.  I want to be yours.”

“What about your husband?”

“He is gone until Thursday, Mistress.  I could be yours until then and will return whenever you let me.”

Jane leaned forward and kissed Heather again.  This time, Heather threw her arms around Jane, hugging her and holding onto her as if her life depended on it.  Faith was even more amazed now.  Not only was this woman allowing herself to be captured, she was practically begging for it.

“Won’t it bother you that Kim sees you like this?” asked Jane.

“Yes,” replied Heather.  “It will bother me.  But it just feels so right.  She’ll have to get used to the idea of her mother being a slave.”

“Let’s go tell her, then,” said Jane, thinking that this would shock Heather into taking the time to think this through.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Faith’s eyes flew wide open at this most recent exchange.  She knew that the girls were out in the barn and figured that Kim was already stripped naked.  What would happen when mother and daughter realized that they were both slavegirls?

“Come girls,” instructed Jane as she turned and started walking toward the door.

“You want me to go naked?” asked Heather.

“Of course,” replied Jane.  I keep all of my girls naked.”  She turned back toward the door and Faith and Heather followed her out to the barn.

“Oh gawd!” croaked Kim when she saw her mother step into the barn.

“Oh wow,” gasped Heather as she saw her daughter.  As Faith had predicted, Kim was naked but for the harness that Linny was just finishing tightening.  Cinny had just clamped a bell to one nipple and was toying with the other one to stiffen it so she could place a clamp on it also.

“Oooo!” squealed Cinny as Jane led her two girls deeper into the barn.  “Do we have another pony?”

Jane smiled at her enthusiastic daughter.  “We’ll see.  I haven’t yet decided what kind of slave she will be.”

“My mom’s a slave?” asked Kim incredulously.  “How long has this been going on?”

Jane laughed.  “Oh, about fifteen minutes.  But she’s actually not my slave.  Yet.  She’s just trying it out today.  Harness her up, girls.  You can take care of today’s training.”

“Oooo!” Cinny and Linny squealed in unison.  Cinny quickly clamped Kim’s second nipple, causing her to squeak and then walked over to where her mother was standing with Kim’s mother.

“I’ve never had an adult slavegirl,” she said.  “This will be lots of fun.”

“No marks,” warned Jane.  “But you can punish her if she misbehaves.”  With that, she turned to the door and walked out of the barn.  “Come, Faith.”

“Let me see what I have to work with,” Cinny said as she walked slowly around the older woman.  “These are very nice.”  She reached out and grasped the two full breasts roughly.  Heather had her head turned, watching her new mistress walking with Faith toward the house and gasped as the fingers dug into her tender breasts.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed as she backed away.

“Where do you think you’re going, pony?” asked Cinny as she dug her fingers deeper into the yielding flesh.  Heather whimpered as the pain coursed through her chest but obediently stopped trying to escape.  Cinny released her grip on the beautiful orbs and leaned down, kissing each nipple.  “Good girl.”

Kim was bug-eyed at the sight.  Here was a girl younger than she was who was treating her stepmother as a slave.  And her mom was putting up with it!  She couldn’t believe it.

And Kim was still getting over the fact that her mom was naked.  She had seen her mother naked many times in the past but had never quite seen her in this light.  Before, she had been a pretty mom.  Now, Kim realized just how beautiful her mother was.  She wasn’t sure that she liked the idea of her mom seeing her like this but she loved being able to see her mom as an exotic slavegirl.  She wondered what it would be like to have her mother as a slave sister.

Cinny led Heather over to Kim, causing both slavegirls to blush.  Then Linny started the task of fitting one of the harnesses to the new slave.  Kim and Heather just looked at each other and blushed as Linny fitted the straps around the large breasts, causing them to bulge even more than Faith’s or Kim’s had.  “We might need a bigger harness for this one.  I don’t think she should wear this all day.”

“Well, let’s start her in it,” replied Cinny.  “We can take it off in a bit and train her naked.  I can’t wait to see those bouncing.”

Both slaves were fitted with armbinders.  Kim slipped easily into hers.  Heather was not quite as limber, though, so it took both of the twins to struggle it onto the older slave, causing Heather’s shoulders to be drawn back painfully.  Bits and bridles and tails completed the outfits and then the slaves were led outside.

Cinny trained Heather while Linny trained Kim.  For two hours, the mother and daughter were pranced and trotted around by the teenagers.  After thirty minutes, Cinny removed the constricting harness from Heather for fear that the breasts might be harmed if squeezed so tightly for very long.  Heather had to put up with the bouncing and jiggling on her chest after that and couldn’t figure out if the constriction or the animation was worse.

After training, both slaves were led to the shower and Kim’s harness was removed.  The slaves were positioned back to back as the girls washed and scrubbed their fronts.  Then they were placed facing each other and both blushed furiously as they found their breasts pressing against the other’s.

When the slaves were clean, they were moved several feet away from one another but still facing each other.  Then, Cinny and Linny masturbated them.  The mother thought she would die of embarrassment at her daughter witnessing such a depraved act.  The daughter also thought she would die of embarrassment but soon found that she enjoyed watching her mother being used as some sort of sexual plaything.  Again, she was struck by just how truly gorgeous her mom was.  She especially liked it as Heather was drawn closer to her orgasm.  She could see the toned muscles of her belly quivering and saw the inviting nipples stiffening as her face and chest became flushed.  Kim thought that there could be no more erotic sight in the world than this.

That night, Faith and Heather bookended Jane in bed while the twins kept Kim between them.  Jane thought about sharing one of her girls with the twins since there were once again three mistresses and three slaves in the house.  But she wanted Heather in her bed so they could talk.  And she wanted to keep Faith close until it was time for her favorite slavegirl to leave.

“Are you still certain about your decision?” asked Jane as she faced Heather and traced one of the slave’s nipples with her fingertip.  Faith was spooning behind Jane and caressing her mistress’ hip.

“Yes, Mistress,” came the reply.  “I’m certain.”

“It didn’t bother you that I gave you to my daughters for the afternoon?  Or that they masturbated you in front of your own daughter?”

“Oh yes, Mistress.  It bothered me.  I felt like I was being rejected when you gave me away,” explained Heather.  “And I thought I would die of humiliation when I was forced to orgasm.”

“Then why do you want to stay?”

“Because of the way it makes me feel,” said Heather.  “Like I said earlier, I have not felt like this in over eight years.  I feel all liquid inside.  And I feel like I can trust you.”

Jane laughed softly.  She paused and reached between Heather’s legs, sliding a finger into her and pulling it back out.  She then resumed her circling of the nipple, painting it with her slave’s juices.  “From what I can tell, you really are all liquid inside.”

“How do you plan to tell your husband?” Jane asked.

Heather’s eyes flew open wide.  “Do I have to tell him?”

“Well I don’t know how you keep it from him.  He’s bound to find out sooner or later.  How will you explain all of the time you will be spending here?”

“Couldn’t I just be your slave when he is on business trips?”

“No,” replied Jane.  “You will be my slave always.  And you will come when summoned.”

“Yes, Mistress,” sighed Heather.

“You could be my sub instead,” offered Jane.  “I’m not nearly so demanding of my subs.”

“I don’t think that would be the same for me,” responded Heather.

“Well, you sleep on it.  But know that I will be very demanding.  If I want to shave your sex, the hair will be gone.  If I decide to brand you, you will wear my mark.  If I decide to ring your nipples, they will be pierced.  If I decide to share you with others, you will be fucked by men you don’t know and possibly some who you do know.”

Heather felt a chill rush through her body at the little speech.  “Yes Mistress.  I will sleep on it.”

Chapter 20

Each day, Jane would leave for work and give Heather to the girls.  Faith was allowed to relax and pamper herself.  She mostly used this time to darken her all-over tan before going back to school.  Sometimes, she would wander over to the corral to watch the training.  While she did not like being a pony at all, she found that she did understand what people saw in it.  Seeing a near-naked girl prancing with her knees high was an incredibly erotic sight.

Kim was quite beautiful.  She still had a touch of baby fat that gave her a youthful and innocent look but she also had very enticing feminine curves.  And her well developed chest looked luscious even to Faith who was an avowed heterosexual.

What Faith found surprising was her attraction to Heather.  If Kim was beautiful, Heather was stunningly gorgeous.  Every aspect of her, taken singularly or in combination with the other features, was divine.  Faith loved watching her muscles straining with each new exercise.  She loved the way her body glistened in the sunlight from her exertions.  She loved the way her hair billowed out behind her as she ran.  And she loved the way the full, firm breasts bobbed and swayed as she moved.

On Heather’s second day of captivity, Jane had instructed Faith to shave the new slavegirl.  Faith had done that in the morning before sending her out to meet the twins in the barn.  Faith even thought that Heather’s sex was beautiful.  It easily opened into a delicate flower with dewy petals and a coral pink nubbin at the top.  Jane had also instructed Faith to give the new girl an orgasm so Faith made sure to keep brushing against the little pink pearl with her fingers as she stroked the razor through the black bush.  By the time Heather’s mound had been denuded, she was panting and moaning and it only took a couple of flicks of Faith’s tongue to push her over the edge.

Heather was exhausted and sunburned after her day of training by the twins.  Her porcelain skin would eventually tan up but it was obvious that the new slave had rarely seen the sun during the summer.  Faith inherited some new chores.  Each morning, she was to give Heather a massage and then lead her in stretching exercises.  She was to apply sun screen to Heather in the morning and then at least one more time during the day.  And she was to give her a rub down and bather her after training.  The twins were not real wild about Faith taking over the bathing.  They enjoyed their little masturbation ritual at the showers with their slaves.  They grumbled but had to make do with just toying with Kim’s body.

Faith loved her new tasks.  She diligently kneaded all of Heather’s sore muscles and again marveled at the beauty of the naked woman lying on the table in front of her.  Even though she was a self-proclaimed heterosexual, she found herself becoming aroused by the nearness of her slave sister.  After she kneaded the muscles of one part of the body, her fingers danced over the smooth, flawless flesh, delicately caressing Heather’s body.

When Faith finished massaging the back, she had Heather turn over and she repeated the actions on the front.  Jane had not instructed her to give Heather an orgasm but, then again, she had not prohibited it.  So once she finished her chore, she toyed with her slave sister’s body until she climaxed.  She coaxed a second orgasm out of Heather when she applied the sun screen and then sent her out to be trained by the twins.

On the third day of Heather’s slavery, training finished before Jane got home so Faith took her charge from the twins and led her to the bath.  She gave her a brief rub down as the tub was filling and then let Heather relax in the hot, steamy water.

“You are awfully beautiful,’ said Heather as she looked at Faith who was kneeling by the tub.  “And awfully caring.  Thank you for pampering me.”

“You are welcome,” replied Faith.  “I love taking care of you.  And thank you for thinking that I’m pretty but, if I’m beautiful, I don’t know what word could possibly describe you.  You are way beyond beautiful.”

“Thank you,” replied Heather.  “Won’t you join me in the tub?  There’s plenty of room for two.”

Faith got up and stepped into the tub, settling back against the older slave.  The feel of the warm, full breasts flattening against her back was electrifying and sent thrills through her body.  And when Heather reached around and cradled Faith’s breasts in her palms, Faith trembled slightly and felt another thrill rush through her.

They chatted as they soaked and Heather let her hands roam freely.  Faith was in heaven as the beautiful woman held her and caressed her.  Faith kept hoping that the woman’s hands would stroke her sex but instead, they concentrated on the breasts, occasionally moving to caress her belly or arms or even legs.

“The girls told me that your mother is your mistress,” Heather finally said.

“Yes, she was for a week earlier in the summer,” Faith responded.

“How did that feel?”

“Pretty embarrassing,” replied Faith honestly.  “But this whole summer has been full of embarrassments.  And eventually, you get used to it and it’s not so embarrassing.”

“Yes, I know what you mean.  It’s pretty embarrassing to be controlled and trained by a couple of fourteen year olds.  But I’m getting used to it.  You have a very sexual and open family.”

“Yes,” said Faith.  “I’m learning that.  I never know who will show up next and join in.”

“I take it that you didn’t know until recently.”

“I had no idea,” responded Faith.  “Even when the twins captured me, I had no idea.  I thought it was just a juvenile prank.”

Heather gave the two breasts a squeeze.  “Well, for the record, I’m glad they did capture you.  I love being with you.”

Faith felt another thrill surge through her body at the words.  She turned her head and kissed Heather who returned the kiss with enthusiasm.  “I love being with you too,” Faith said once the kiss was broken.

“Let’s get out of the tub,” said Heather.  “I want to make love with you.”  They got out and dried each other and then padded to the bed where they made love until Jane arrived home and that was how their mistress found them.

“Here are my two lovelies,” smiled Jane as she entered the bedroom.  Faith was lying on the bed with Heather on top.  Each of their tongues was slowly probing the other.  They had each brought the other to two climaxes so they were just leisurely arousing one another now.

Heather lifted her head and smiled at Jane.  “Hello, Mistress.”

Jane walked to the bed and sat down, running her hand down Heather’s back, enjoying the satiny softness.  “Hello, pets.”

“Hello, Mistress,” said Faith as she paused for a moment.  “I hope you don’t’ mind.”

Jane reached down and combed her fingers through Faith’s hair.  “I don’t mind at all.  I know that beautiful slavegirls are easily aroused and frequently need release.  I know that you keep saying how straight you are, dear, but you look like a cute little lesbian to me.”

Faith blushed as she realized how true the words were.  “Yes, Mistress.  I understand.  But I still think I’m straight.  I only like women when I’m a slavegirl.”

“How about you, little rug muncher?” Jane asked as she stroked Heather’s nearest breast.  “Are you straight?”

“No, Mistress,” replied Heather.  “I’m definitely bi.”

“Bi is good,” smiled Jane.  “I’m definitely lesbian but I still like a good cock now and then.  So maybe I have a little bi in me.  Speaking of cock, what did you decide about your husband?”

Faith giggled at the question but Heather blushed.  “I still don’t know, Mistress.  I don’t know how he will react.  Could you meet him and then we can talk about what I should do?”

“Of course, pet,” replied Jane as she gave Heather’s bottom a playful swat.  “I’d be happy to meet him.  Now go ahead and finish your meals.  I want to check on the girls.”

Faith and Heather resumed their love making and later, when Jane came to bed, they made love to her.

Chapter 21

That Saturday, Jane invited the Sarkins to dinner.  There was no nudity allowed and no playing, which greatly disappointed the twins.  John was quite a bit older than Heather and Jane estimated his age to be fiftyish.  But he was quite handsome and in good condition.  Everyone seemed to have a nice time and got along well.

Heather came back on Sunday to talk to Jane.  The two of them and Faith sat around the kitchen table while the twins took Kim off to play.

“What do you think?” asked Heather.

“He certainly is nice,” replied Jane.  “And cute too.  It was hard to tell how adventurous he is but he was flirting shamelessly with Faith.”  This caused Faith to blush.

“He does that a lot,” said Heather.  “And he’s pretty adventurous in bed.  I can tell you that much.”  That comment caused Jane to raise her eyebrows which, in turn, caused Heather to blush.  “Well, he is.  And athletic in bed too.”

“Have you ever shared your bed with anyone?” asked Jane.

“We have talked about it,” Heather replied.  “But we have never done it.”

“Why not?”

“I guess we’ve just never found the right girl, although we haven’t really looked too hard.  There were a few that we talked about but I could never bring myself to ask.  I was afraid that it might ruin a relationship.”

“Well, you have found the right girl now,” said Jane.  Faith’s eyes opened wide in fear that she was the right girl that Jane had in mind.

“Here’s what I recommend,” Jane continued.  “I’ll join you for a little bit of that athletic and adventurous sex you were talking about.  And I’ll dominate you at some point.  And we’ll see how John reacts.”

“But I thought you were a lesbian,” responded Heather.

“I told you that I still like a good cock now and then.  And it’s not like I don’t know my way around a cock.  After all, I had the twins, didn’t I?”

“Do you think it will work?” asked Heather.

“I hope so,” said Jane.  “I’m hoping he gets turned on by seeing his wife tied up and used.  In which case, we just naturally continue it when he is not around and eventually we tell him that I’m your mistress.  And if that doesn’t’ work, at least we’ll get some good sex out of it and you will have done something that you’ve been talking about for years.  Then we move on to Plan B.”

“What’s Plan B?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet,” replied Jane.  “Does he have a big cock?”

“Oh yeah,” said Heather with a smile.  “It’s pretty big.  But what does that have to do with Plan B?”

“Nothing.  I was just curious.  I like big cocks.”  This caused all three of them to giggle.

The tryst was set up for the following Saturday.  It was Faith’s last day before she headed back home to prepare for returning to college and she could look after Kim and the twins.  Jane would meet John and Heather at their home and they would have the house to themselves.

It was obvious to Jane when she arrived that the situation was awkward for John and Heather so she didn’t push things hard.  They had cocktails on the patio and then had wine with dinner.  Jane figured that the alcohol would loosen the atmosphere.  Finally, after dinner was cleared, Jane decided to break the ice.

“Do you two play poker?” she asked.  They said that they did and Jane recommended that they play while they chatted.  After they got set up and just before John started distributing the chips, Jane decided that it was time to push the situation.  “How about we play without chips?”

“You want to play for money?” asked John.

“No,” responded Jane.  “I was thinking that we could use our clothes for wagering.”

“Oh, my,” replied John as he raised his eyebrows.  “Frisky lady.  I’m okay with that.  How about you, dear?”

Heather grinned.  “Sounds like fun.”

The game progressed and everyone lost some clothes.  Jane continued to break the ice by becoming very touchy.  When John lost his shirt, she ran a hand over his firm chest and commented on his manliness.  When Heather lost her bra, Jane acted as if she was seeing the firm mounds for the first time.  Then she reached out and lifted one in her hand.

“These are magnificent,” she commented as she bounced the breast in her palm.  Then she turned her head to John.  “Will you share these with me?  I just love them.”

At first, John was at a loss for words.  But he recovered enough to stammer out a response.  “Of course.  That is, if it’s okay with you, dear.”

Heather smiled at John.  “It’s fine with me.  It feels nice.”

Heather turned out to be the first one naked.  John still had his pants and underwear on.  Jane was still wearing her bra and panties.  Heather stood up from the table.  “Well, I guess I’m out.  Would anyone like another drink?”

“Get us drinks,” said Jane.  “But you’re not out yet.  We’ll pause the game while you freshen our drinks.”

“I’m not out?  What else do I have to bet with?”

Jane grinned at John and then turned back to Heather, still grinning.  “Your freedom.  I recommend that the loser be the slave to the winner for the evening.  Are you game for that, John?”

Again, John was at a loss for words.  Heather answered for him.  “Of course he’s game.  Having a slavegirl is one of his biggest fantasies.  And I’m game too.”

The game continued after Heather freshened the drinks and Jane lost her bra.  John’s eyes just about popped out of his head when he saw his wife reach over and lift one of Jane’s breasts, repeating Jane’s actions from earlier.

“Mmmm, these look delicious,” said Heather.

“Taste them if you like,” said Jane.  The ice was definitely broken at this point.  She only hoped that she won the game.  Her plan would still work if John won but it would be easier if she won.

As expected, Heather lost another hand.  “Such a beautiful slavegirl,” commented Jane.  “I can’t wait to own you.  Why don’t you get up on the table and kneel for us?  You’ll make a lovely table decoration.”  Heather readily scrambled onto the table and knelt with her knees spread and her hands in the small of her back.

Jane reached out and stroked the shaved mound, turning to John.  “I just love a bald pussy.”

John blushed but managed to stammer out another response.  “Yes, it’s nice.  That’s a recent change for her.”

Jane continued her caressing and then ran her fingers over Heather’s petals.  “Oooo, she’s so wet.  My little slavegirl must like being owned.”

John cleared his throat.  “She’s not yours yet.”

Jane laughed.  “No, not yet.  But soon.”

John lost the next hand and removed his pants, leaving both players wearing only one article of clothing.  Jane reached out again, running her finger lightly over Heather’s slick petals.  Then she curled her finger and probed into the naked woman, eliciting a soft moan.  “What do you think about the slavegirl?” she asked John.

“She’s a beautiful creature,” he said as he started getting more into the act.  “It will be fun to own her.”

Jane reached over and ran her fingers over John’s cock which was straining against his underwear, threatening to burst free.  “I hope you’ll share her if you win.”

“Of course I will,” he smiled.  “But there may be a price.”

“No price is too high for her,” Jane smiled back.

Jane won the final hand and John found himself sitting naked.  His cock was now standing fully erect as it protruded from his lap.  Again, Jane reached over and, this time, wrapped her fingers around the pole, slowly gliding up and down the shaft.  “I think the slavegirl arouses you.”  Heather watched in awe as another woman stroked her husband’s cock.

“Yes, the slavegirl does.  And so does her owner.”

“Why, thank you for the compliment, Sir,” Jane smiled.  Then she turned to Heather.  “Girl, come down here.”

Heather got down from the table and stood in front of Jane.  Jane had pushed back from the table but was still seated.  She let go of the cock and reached up, grasping each of the bountiful breasts, leaning forward and kissing each nipple.  “Mmmm, delicious.  Girl, this man must be quite uncomfortable with that thing straining so much.  Please relieve him.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Heather.  Then she moved to her husband and knelt between his legs.  She kissed the tip of his cock and then let it slowly slide into her mouth.  Her hair hung loose and fell forward, obstructing Jane’s view.  Jane gathered the long raven hair and tied it so she could watch the beautiful woman pleasuring the man.  John was so aroused that he didn’t last long.  After only a dozen or so strokes, he erupted, flooding Heather’s mouth with his seed.

“Do you have a bedroom where I can try out my new toy, Sir?” Jane asked after John had come back down from his euphoric high.  “You are welcome to come play with us.”

“By all means,” said John.  “Why don’t you bring your girl this way?”  He then led Jane upstairs to the master bedroom with Heather following closely behind.  The rest of the evening was a blur of sexual activity that continued into the wee hours of the morning when everyone collapsed in a tangle of limbs from exhaustion.

Chapter 22

“He thought that last night was incredible,” Heather reported the next morning when she came to pick up Kim.  She was kneeling at Jane’s feet and was naked again.  Jane herself had only gotten home minutes earlier and had not even had a chance to check on the girls.

“And what did you think, little one?” Jane asked.

“Oh, I agree with him.  You were amazing.  I don’t know how you do it but you do it so great.  It was exciting and erotic and fun all at the same time.  He’s even still calling me slavegirl.”

Jane smiled.  “Good.  I was hoping it would work out.  Now it should be a lot easier to tell him.  I just need to figure out the next move.  I was thinking about making him your co-owner.”

“Wow!” gasped Heather.  “Wouldn’t that make me a slave all the time?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Well, I thought that’s what I wanted,” replied Heather.  “But now I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.  I’m not sure it would be good to change my relationship with him.”

“Maybe not,” agreed Jane.  “How about this?  We, or rather you, tell him that I have taken ownership of you and that you didn’t want your relationship with him to be affected or changed in any way.  But that I have offered to loan him any of my slavegirls at any time, including you.”

“But as of this afternoon, I’ll be your only slavegirl.”

“Well, he doesn’t have to know that.  Tell him that Faith was my slave as an example of what my slaves are like.  And if she decides to return, he can borrow her.”

“How many slavegirls will you have?”

“Two, if Faith returns.  Probably only one if she doesn’t.  I think you’ll be a handful anyways.”

“Let’s go find the girls,” Jane continued.  “You know, I had been thinking of making him Kim’s co-owner too but that won’t work for the same reason it won’t work for you.  But maybe I should throw her into the same pool with you and Faith.”

“Kim would be John’s slave sometimes?” asked Heather incredulously.  “Them having sex?”

“Well, slaves can be used for many things other than sex.  But he might enjoy having that tight little package serving him.”

“Yes, Mistress.  If you think that’s best.”

Kim and Faith were both stretched in identical positions.  Each was tied between two poles with their arms and legs pulled outward.  They were facing each other and were about six feet apart..  The twins moved around in the space between them, carrying floggers which they occasionally used on the two slaves.  Cinny had just brought the flogger up between Faith’s legs, eliciting a grunt as Jane brought Heather into the barn.

“Have they been bad girls?” asked Jane as she approached.

“Yes, Mom,” replied Linny.  “They were lazy ponies this morning.”

“Aww,” said Jane as she stepped up to Kim.  She kissed the teenager and cupped the girl’s sex, finding it steamy.  Her other hand stroked the girl’s left breast with the backs of her fingers.  “Is that true, girl?  Were you a lazy pony?”

“No, Mistress,” gasped Kim quickly.  She felt Jane’s fingers insinuating themselves into her sex and moaned before continuing.  “I’m just exhausted.  They ran us ragged yesterday and then kept us up all night having sex.”

“It’s true, Mistress,” added Faith.  “We pulled the cart for hours and haven’t slept a wink.”

Jane turned to her daughters and frowned.  “You aren’t taking very good of your property; or mine.  And you know that Faith has to drive home today.”

“But Mom,” whined Cinny.  “It was our last chance to play with Faith.  And with school starting tomorrow, we won’t be able to play with Kimmy very often.”

“I’m sure that you will be able to play with Kim every weekend.  And who knows?  Maybe Faith will return someday.  Now let them down so they can go take a nap.”

Reluctantly, the twins released their prisoners and Faith and Kim returned to the house.  “Don’t you two have some things you need to get ready for school tomorrow?  Go take care of them.”

“Yes, Mother,” they sighed in unison.  The twins left and Jane and Heather went for a walk through the property.  At first, it felt strange to be walking naked through the fields but Heather quickly adjusted and, after ten minutes or so, she didn’t think twice about her nudity.

“What does Kim think about being owned by the twins?” Jane asked as they strolled together arm in arm.

“It’s not clear.  It came as kind of a shock to her.  And seeing me as a slave almost pushed her over the edge.”

“It did happen pretty fast,” commented Jane.  “I’ll have to talk to the girls to make sure they stop capturing girls so quickly.”

“She does say that she finds it exciting,” said Heather.  “I think that deep down inside, she likes being a slave.  I think she’s still adjusting to that and getting used to the fact that her owners are two years younger than her.”

“Yeah, they are pretty young to be owning girls,” said Jane.  “But they do have good taste in slaves.  Just like their mother.  Kim is a beautiful girl.”

“Thank you,” replied Heather.  “Yes, she is lovely; even lovelier as a slave.  She may be conflicted but she positively glows when she is in the hands of your daughters who, by the way, are beautiful themselves.”

“Thank you,” smiled Jane.  They continued to chat as the meandered around the estate and eventually made it back to the house.  Jane led Heather upstairs where she checked on the twins.  They were dutifully organizing their notebooks and stuffing things into their backpacks in preparation for school.

They wandered down the hall to the guest room and found two sleeping beauties.  Kim and Faith were lying naked on top of the bed, apparently too exhausted to even pull the covers down.  Their arms were wrapped around each other and they were lying on their sides, facing one another.  Kim had one of Faith’s nipples in her mouth and occasionally her cheeks would hollow, indicating that she was sucking on the nipple.  Faith had her face buried in Kim’s luxurious blonde mane.

“Don’t they look cute?” asked Jane.

“They look like two little angels,” agreed Heather.

Jane led Heather to the master bedroom where they slowly made love to one another until they too fell asleep in one another’s arms with Heather suckling on Jane’s nipple and Jane’s face buried in the lush raven mane.  Faith slept through the night and returned home on Monday instead of Sunday as she had planned.

Chapter 23

Faith returned home to prepare for college.  She was only there a week but it turned out to be quite eventful.  Jill was not finished being her daughter’s mistress and she picked up where she left off.  Faith may have changed homes, but nothing else about her life changed.  Once again, she was naked and spent quite a bit of time kneeling.

Jill had told her husband about how Faith had spent her summer, so he was not surprised when he came home early to find his naked daughter setting the table.  Faith, on the other hand, was shocked.  She shrieked and ran upstairs, using her hands to protect her modesty as best she could.

A few minutes later, Jill returned, bringing Faith back downstairs with her.  Faith was wearing a collar and Jill tugged her along with a leash.  Faith also had her wrists cuffed behind her back and was blushing furiously.

“She’s a little skittish,” Jill said as they met Jack in the living room.  “But isn’t she beautiful?”

“Oh yes,” agreed Jack.  “She’s delightful.”  Then he looked at Faith who was blushing furiously.  “I hear that you had an interesting summer.  Do tell me all about it.”

Faith’s blush deepened as she heard the words.  Apparently he knew all about how she had been enslaved and used.  “Yes, Dad.  It was interesting; different.”

“I can’t wait to hear all about it.  Come sit with me and tell.”  He sat down in an upholstered chair and patted his lap.  Faith groaned.  She had not sat in his lap for years and certainly never while she was naked.  In fact, she had never even been seen by him naked since she was a baby.

Faith glanced at her mother who only nodded encouragingly.  Faith groaned again but then reluctantly stepped forward.  Jack reached out and pulled his daughter into his lap, adjusting her bound arms to make her as comfortable as possible.  Faith’s blush intensified and she felt mortified.

“Your mother says that she told you about our occasionally playing with other couples; or with just one of them if the spouse is unable to attend.  I always love it when another girl can share our bed.”

“Yes, Father,” was all that Faith said.  She had her eyes cast down to try to avoid making eye contact.

“I’m looking forward to having you share our bed.  You’ll be our first slavegirl.  Well, you’ll be my first slavegirl.  I know your mother has enjoyed some, including you, in the past.”

“Yes, Father,” she repeated.  She watched in shock as her father’s hand slowly glided up her right leg.  She had thought that nothing could ever surprise her again after all that she had been through during the summer, but she was wrong.  The hand kept climbing her thigh until it reached the top and rested on her mound.  She was beyond surprised or shocked.  She was incredulous.

“Your mother didn’t do you justice,” he continued as his fingers started stroking her petals.  She silently cursed herself for being so wet.  She was sure that she must have seemed like some kind of wanton slut to her dad.  “She told me how beautiful your body was.  But it goes far beyond beautiful.”

Jack raised his glistening finger to Faith’s lips.  “Clean it for me.”

Faith closed her eyes as she obediently parted her lips tasting her juices as he rubbed his finger on her tongue.  He moved his finger slowly in and out between her lips, almost as if it were fucking her mouth.  The shame that she felt was intense.

He withdrew his finger and she tentatively opened her eyes, just in time to see his hand claim her left breast.  Again, she was mortified at what was happening to her and couldn’t believe that it was occurring.  It must be some kind of nightmare!

Jill was loving the scene.  She was into anything humiliating and she could tell that her beautiful daughter was intensely humiliated.  The deep blush and furrowed brow and the closing of the eyes all told her that Faith was dying a thousand deaths inside.  It was simply delicious.  She had talked to Jack ahead of time and they had worked out a plan together.  She expected that she would have to convince him to keep Faith as a slave but he readily agreed.

Jill wondered how far he would go.  He seemed to be enjoying fondling his naked daughter.  He had not penetrated her with his finger yet but she could picture him doing that.  Would he masturbate her?  Would he have her give him a blowjob?  Would he fuck her?  She hoped so because she knew how humiliating all of those things would be to Faith but she just didn’t know if he would do them.

Jill did not think of herself as an immoral person.  In her mind, nothing that provided pleasure could possibly ever be considered immoral.  Immoral acts were ones that provided pain or harmed people.  She never did that.  She could tell that Faith was not in pain.  In fact, she could see her daughter’s arousal from where she was sitting.  There was no pain or harm; only pleasure.

Jill knew that she could be accused of being amoral.  The rules that governed other people did not affect her.  If it was pleasurable, then it was good.  She had repressed her hedonistic tendencies for years other than those times that her sisters got together for a play vacation or when they invited other couples to share their bed.  But hedonism was in full force in her life ever since spending a week as a mistress earlier in the summer and especially since she experienced her daughter as a slave.  She would have difficulty repressing it from now on, although she doubted that she would ever want to repress it.

As she watched her husband’s hands exploring Faiths’ body, she wondered what was going through Faith’s mind.  When Faith returned home, she did not have to be a slave.  her deal had been with Jane and the deal called for the release of the girl at the end of the summer.  Perhaps Faith thought it was still summer since she had not gone back to school yet.  More likely, Faith was naturally submissive and took pleasure from being owned.  In any event, Faith had easily fallen back into her role of her mother’s slave.

Jill thought back to Faith’s return earlier in the day.  Jill had hugged and kissed her daughter like any mother would.  But the look on Faith’s face when Jill squeezed her luscious bottom cheeks was priceless.  And when Jill referred to her as ‘slavegirl’ and pointed out the fact that Faith was overdressed, the expression on Faith’s face was one she would always remember.

But Faith had not resisted.  She had not even protested.  She simply said “yes, Mistress” and removed her clothes.  It was divine to see the blushing girl surrender so completely and so quickly.

Jill watched as her husband toyed with the naked beauty.  Both hands squeezed the firm, plump breasts.  Then one hand moved back down between the shapely legs and urged them apart.  Fingers once again stroked the dewy petals and Faith’s face turned crimson again.

Jack leaned down and kissed each of the nipples which, by now, were quite stiff.  Faith groaned as she watched her father touch her so intimately.  He sucked one of the succulent nipples into his mouth and clamped his teeth down on it, holding it in place and eliciting another groan from the girl.  He raised his hand and brought it down, spanking Faith’s sex lightly and causing the girl to jump and yelp.

“Hush,” said Jack soothingly.  “Lie back and just enjoy.”

“Oh Dad,” whimpered Faith as she saw him capture her other nipple between his lips.  “It’s not right.  We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Jack spanked the girl’s sex again, a little harder this time, sending the wet slapping sound through the room.  “Hush, slave,” he repeated.  “I’ll decide what is right.  You just be a good slave and obey.”

Faith whimpered.  “Yes, Father.”

He slipped his finger back into his daughter and slowly moved it in and out.  His thumb strummed the slippery clit, sending unwanted waves of pleasure through the girl.  A second finger joined the first and he felt the vaginal walls clamping tightly around them.

Finally, he stopped toying with her and had her stand.  He stood up also and removed his clothes before sitting back down in the chair.  Faith gasped as she saw the huge cock pointing at her, realizing that she had never seen her father naked before.  In fact, she had never seen any male naked before.

Jack reached up and grasped Faith’s hips, drawing her closer.  With his legs together, she had to place her legs on either side of him.  He kept pulling her closer until she was positioned directly over his straining pole.

Jill got up and moved behind Faith.  She reached around and bounced the full breasts several times before kneeling.  She could see her husband’s cock almost throbbing as it pointed upward at his daughter.  Faith’s sex was virtually dripping as it awaited the upcoming impalement.  Jill reached out and stroked her fingers along the slick petals, parting them and opening the beautiful flower.  She grasped Jack’s shaft with her other hand and positioned it for penetration.  Then Jack pressed down on Faith’s hips, lowering her until he felt the tip of his cock being wrapped by the warm wet folds of his daughter.

“This is her first, love,” said Jill.

“Oh, this is heaven,” smiled Jack.  “I get to be your first fuck.”

Faith shook her head in disbelief.  She whimpered as she felt the cock touch her petals and closed her eyes in shame.

“Open your eyes, little slavegirl,” commanded Jack.  “Look at your master as he fucks you.”

Reluctantly, Faith opened her eyes.  Again, she thought she would die a thousand deaths as she saw her naked father smiling up at her.  He pressed down on her hips again and Faith felt the cock sink a little farther into her.  She whimpered again.

“She’s tight,” announced Jack as his cock was half-embedded in her.

“Yes, isn’t she delightful?” replied Jill.  She’s like a warm vise.”

Jack let his cock sit still inside of Faith for a bit before finishing the impalement.  He pressed down on her hips again, fully embedding his cock in her in one final thrust, causing Faith to gasp as she was stretched and filled completely.

“Mmm, gawd, so good,” said Jack ecstatically.  “So tight.  So wet.  So warm.”

Jill enjoyed watching the cock slowly disappear into her slavegirl but stood once it was fully inside.  She leaned down and kissed Faith passionately as her hands found the glorious breasts again.  She lifted them in her palms, enjoying their weight in her hands before pushing Faith forward and offering the succulent breasts to her husband.  Jack greedily sucked on one and then the other before using his hands on the girl’s hips to guide her in a slow up and down motion.  Again, Faith was in a state of total disbelief.  Her father’s cock was sunk deep inside of her and he was moving her up and down to fuck her.  Her mother was still kissing her the way no mother should ever kiss and daughter and was feeding her breasts to her father.  And despite the depravity of the situation, her body was highly aroused.  It was just so wrong!  “What is wrong with me?” she wondered.

They fucked in this position for what seemed like an eternity.  Jill slipped her hand down the girl’s tight belly and toyed with her clit, causing even more arousal to rush through her captive body until finally, an orgasm exploded in her body,, causing her to groan and shudder.

Faith’s hands were released and Jill lifted her off of the straining cock.  The girl was repositioned on her hands and knees on the carpeted floor and Jack moved behind her, impaling her again with one easy stroke.

Jill knelt beside her daughter and toyed with the dangling, heavy breasts, gliding her fingers from the base to the stiff nipples as if she were milking them.  Faith continued to get more and more aroused at the sensations in her sex and her breasts and climaxed again as soon as her mother reached down to touch her clit.  Still, Jack had not climaxed and he kept moving in and out of the slave slowly.

Finally, he stopped moving with his cock fully embedded in Faith.  “Annie may have taken her cherry, but I can take her other cherry.  Dear, can you prepare her for me?”

“Of course, honey,” replied Jill as she stood up again and left the room.  Faith looked around in bewilderment at the exchange.  Other cherry?

Jill returned with a tube of something and knelt again beside Faith.  Jack pulled partially out of the girl to give his wife room to work and Faith felt her mother prying her bottom cheeks apart.  Then she felt something cold between her cheeks and felt Jill’s fingers rubbing it around.  It wasn’t until a finger pushed into her bottom, though, that she realized what was about to happen.

“Nooooooo!!!!” she wailed.  “Don’t!  Please don’t!”

A second finger joined the first one and she felt her little pucker being stretched.  A third finger soon joined in and Jill rotated her hand, making the fingers twist in Faith’s asshole to ensure that the slave was stretched and lubricated enough.

“Oh gawd!” groaned Faith as the third finger pushed into her previously virgin bottom.

Jill swatted one of Faith’s bottom cheeks as she pumped her fingers in and out and twisted them.  “Relax, girl.  Or you’ll hurt yourself.””

“Please no!” wailed Faith again.

Finally, Jill extracted her fingers.  She squirted more lubricant on her fingers and rubbed it up and down the length of Jack’s cock after he fully withdrew from his daughter’s sex.  “She’s ready for you now.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no…” whimpered Faith.  She felt her mother spreading her cheeks again and then felt the tip of the cock at her little rosebud.  Jack pushed and Faith groaned.  Jill spanked her bottom again.

“Relax, little one.”

Faith huffed and puffed, trying to adjust to the intrusion.  After Jack got halfway in, he arched forward, impaling the girl in one final stroke.  Faith shrieked as she felt her belly cramping but then the cramping stopped and she just whimpered.

Jill returned to stroking the dripping clitoris and toying with the magnificent breasts.  She wanted to time things right.  She kept Faith on the edge until she could tell that Jack was close to climaxing.

She marveled at the sight of the long thick shaft penetrating her daughter’s smooth, silky bottom.  She could not imagine a more erotic sight.  When she could tell that Jack was ready to erupt, she pushed Faith over the edge.  Jack emptied his seed into his daughter’s ass as Faith climaxed.  She shrieked as the sensations overwhelmed her.  And then she fainted, collapsing on the floor with her father’s cock still deeply planted in her bowels.

Chapter 24

Life was almost surreal for Faith during her week at home.  She continued to be treated as a slave to her parents and they seemed to love the discomfort she felt at the new relationship.  She was a sexual plaything, a decorative ornament, and a maid.

After the initial sexual encounter on the first day, the family had dinner together.  Sitting naked in front of her parents during the mean was embarrassing enough.  But when her mother placed a plastic cloth on her chair so she would not stain it, she was thoroughly humiliated.  It turned out to be a wise move, though.  When Faith arose from the table, there was a sizable puddle on the cloth consisting of her father’s sperm and copious amounts of her own secretions.

Her wrists were bound behind her again after dinner and the family watched a rented movie together in the family room.  Faith found herself back in her father’s lap and missed most of the movie due to the distractions of his roaming fingers.

The three of them retired to her parents’ bed for the night.  It finally dawned on her why they had such an oversized bed.  They were accustomed to having an extra person to play with.  She wondered how she had never noticed the games that they played.  She found her face buried between Jill’s thighs and used her lips and tongue to bring her to a satisfying orgasm.  Then she used those same lips and tongue on her father until he decided that he wanted to fuck her again.  This time, he did it vaginally and, once again, she was filled with his seed.

Her attire for the week was usually nothing at all other than whatever bound her.  She almost always had her wrists tied or cuffed behind her back when she was not doing chores.  And when she was not needed sexually or for chores, she was frequently bound to a wall or ceiling or post.

Her friends called frequently and wanted to get together with her before everyone went back to school.  She pleaded with her mother but Jill was adamant.  They could come to the house if she did not mind seeing her like this.  But slavegirls do not travel alone and unprotected.  Faith decided that she would not see them.

When Jill went shopping or ran errands, she generally bound Faith in some way that would limit her movement but keep her mindful of her new status, as if she wasn’t already fully aware of her new lot in life.  On this day, she was standing on her tiptoes, her body stretched upward by a rope that was secured to a hook in the ceiling and attached to the leather cuffs that circled her wrists.  She had been like this for over an hour when disaster struck.

She heard a knock at the back door.  “Hello.  Anybody home?” she heard the female voice call out.

Then she heard a squeak as the door was opened.  “Hello.  Anybody home?”

“Can you come back later?” Faith called back.  “I’m a little busy at the moment.”

She heard footsteps coming closer.  “I just wanted to…. Ohmigod!” exclaimed the voice.  She heard the sound of metal pans clanging to the floor and turned to see her neighbor standing there with her hand to her mouth.  “Oh my gawwwwwwwd!”

Faith scrambled to find something to say but found herself speechless.  Besides, what could she say?  I’m a bit tied up? Or, I’m just hanging around waiting for my mother to get home?  Or, I’m part of the decorating scheme now?  Nothing seemed appropriate.  The damage had already been done.

Jessica Philpott continued to stand at the doorway with her mouth agape and the remaining pan dangling precariously from one of her fingers.  “Dear gaaaawwwd!  What’s happening?  Are you all right?  Were you raped?”

“I’m okay, Mrs. Philpott,” replied Faith.  She wasn’t sure what to say but she knew that she couldn’t let her neighbor call the police.

Finally, Jess Philpott was able to move.  “Let me get you down from there.  And get you covered up.  You poor girl.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Philpott,” said Faith.  She felt her face blush as her neighbor unfastened the rope and then started to remove the bindings on her wrists.  She still couldn’t figure out what to say but, thankfully, she was spared that.

“Oh, hi, Jess,” said Jill as she strode into the room.  “I see you’ve met our little slavegirl.”

Jess blinked and then looked at Jill, dumbfounded.  “Slave girl?  Faith?”

Faith was massaging her sore, stretched muscles as she listened.  She wanted to go put some clothes on but didn’t want to miss out on the explanation.  Besides, she knew that being in clothes would be short lived.

“Sure.  She’s our slave all week,” said Jill.  “You know how you like to be tied up during sex?  Well, we like tying her up.”

“Oh god,” thought Faith.  “She’s one of my parents’ playmates.”  She wondered if Mr. Philpott was also involved.

It was Jessica’s turn to blush.  “Er… um…”  Then she tilted her head toward Faith.  “Um… does she know>”

Jill laughed.  “Well, she didn’t know before now.  She knows that we share our bed with others.  But she didn’t know with whom before now.  Have a seat.  I’ll tell you all about our little slave.”  Both women sat on the couch, leaving the naked girl in the center of the room wondering what she should be doing.

“Well, it all started early this summer,” Jill started.  “It seems that our lovely daughter must have the same slavegirl fantasies as you.  She was captured and spent the entire summer as a slave.  Since the summer isn’t quite over, we kept her as a slave once she was returned to us.”

“Wow!” was all that Jessica could manage to say.

“She’s been delightful to have around and to play with.  You can play with her too if you like.  Better yet, why don’t the two of your plan to spend the night.  It’s Faith’s birthday and you and Tom can help us celebrate.”

“We can’t,” sighed Jessica.  “Tom’s out of town.”  She kept glancing at Faith, unable to believe that her neighbor was keeping her beautiful daughter as a slave.

“That’s okay,” responded Jill.  “Come alone.  We’d love to have you.”

“Thank you.  I’d love to,” said Jess.  “I brought your pans back.  That’s how I found Faith.”

“Faith,” said Jill.  “Be a good girl and put the pans away.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she walked to the doorway to clean up the mess.

Jill turned back to her friend.  “Maybe we’ll have two slavegirls tonight.”  She reached out and cupped Jessica’s chin, turning her to look into her eyes.  “Would you like that?”

Jessica cast her eyes downward and blushed again.  “Yes, Mistress,” was all she said.

Faith did not understand Mrs. Philpott.  At twenty eight, she was a very pretty woman but it was almost as if she was trying to hide it.  She and her husband had moved in five years earlier and Faith had never seen her dress up.  Even today, she wore no make up, wore baggy jeans and had on a t-shirt that was about five sizes too big and hid her body very effectively.

But Faith knew she had a nice figure;  a stunning figure, in fact.  She had been to the Philpott’s pool and seen her in a bathing suit, although it had been a modest, one-piece suit.  But even then, she could tell that her neighbor’s body was as close to being perfect as possible.  And despite the lack of makeup, Faith saw a very beautiful face.  Even her hair style, though, tried to disguise her beauty as long brown bangs shielded part of her face and her long hair covered other parts of it.

So it came as no surprise to Faith when Mrs. Philpott showed up at the house that evening wearing a raincoat despite the fact that it was not raining and it was too warm to need a coat.  What did surprise her, though, was what she saw once the raincoat was removed.  The mousy housewife was transformed into a beautiful slavegirl.

Jess was wearing gauzy, sheer pantaloons that were almost transparent, offering easy viewing of her body from the waist down despite the clothing covering it.  On top, she wore a white vest that was embroidered with gold thread in an intricate pattern.  The vest was short, leaving her midriff exposed, and was too small to close, allowing ample viewing of the cleavage between what seemed like impossibly large breasts.

“There’s my little harem girl,” smiled Jill as Faith led Jess into the living room.  “I see you took me seriously earlier.”

Jessica blushed at the comment.  “Oh.  I’m sorry.  I thought you were being serious.  I can go change.”

“No, don’t even think about it,” said Jill as she arose and crossed the room to Jessica.  “You look adorable.”  Again, Jess blushed.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Jill reached up and grasped the two sides of the vest, pulling it open and smiling.  “Faith, love, come look at these beauties.”

Faith moved closer and found herself once again staring at a pair of female breasts.  She had to admit that they were beautiful.  They were large but not as large as Faith had imagined.  It was just that they were out of proportion with Jessica’s tiny frame.

“Yes, Mistress.  They are very beautiful,” agreed Faith.

“I think yours are nicer, actually, Faith,” said Jessica.

“Thank you, Mrs. Philpott,” responded Faith.  “But I’m not so sure about that.  Yours are very nice.”

“Yes,” agreed Jill.  “Too nice to be covered up, in fact.  But I’m sure you’ll be stripped down as soon as the master arrives home.  I’ll let you keep your top on until then.”

The next hour was spent relatively normally.  The two ‘slavegirls’ knelt and Jill sat in a chair, forming a little circle for the conversation.  That part was not normal but the conversation was.  They chatted about various neighbors and upcoming vacations.  They asked Faith what classes she was taking in the fall and she told them what courses she had signed up for.

The conversation finally strayed away from normal topics when Jill and Jessica started talking about their experiences with other couples.  Faith recognized some of the names, two of which lived on her street.  The others were not familiar to her.  She figured that her parents and the Philpotts must belong to some kind of sex club to be able to meet so many couples who were similarly inclined.

Then the conversation became embarrassing for Faith when Jill told Jessica more about Faith’s summer adventures.  She told Jess more details about how Faith had been hired as a governess but how her two younger cousins had captured her to use as a ponygirl and how her aunt had enslaved her and shared her with her two sisters.  “She’s simply delicious as a little slave.”

“Yes,” agreed Jessica.  “She looks so desirable.”

“You can taste her later,” offered Jill.  “I think you’ll like.”

Jack arrived home and was pleasantly surprised to learn that he would have two toys for the evening.  He kissed his wife and then kissed Jessica, giving her butt a squeeze.  “I can’t wait to fill your pot, Mrs. Philpott.”  He ended by kissing Faith.  He held her in an embrace for a long time, cupping her bottom cheeks in his hands and pulling her tightly against him.  “And I plan to fill your pot too, girl.”

Faith’s head was spinning as the embrace was broken.  It left her breathless.  And despite how wrong she thought it was, it left her sex throbbing.

“Let’s start with the birthday celebration,” offered Jill.  “I have been looking forward to this all day.”

“Oooo!!!” squealed Jessica, bouncing up and down.  “I love birthdays!”

“Well, here’s how this will work,” Jill explained.  “Since Faith is nineteen, she will get nineteen swats from each of us… to each cheek… to each breast… and to her pussy.”

“Mom!!!” complained Faith.  “That’s not fair!”

“And now it will be nineteen to her belly.”

“Mom!”

“And now to the backs of her thighs!”  Jill glared at Faith.  “Do you want to add more?”

Faith just shook her head and lowered her eyes, defeated.  For the next thirty minutes, she suffered the latest indignation as Jill, Jack and Jessica delivered her ‘birthday spanks.’  Actually, they were not all spanks.  Jill laid out a variety of instruments that each could choose from.

Jill and Jack chose their open palms as Faith laid across their laps.  Being spanked like a little girl was humiliating enough for her but Jill also toyed with her sex as she swatted the sexy bottom.  This resulted in Faith becoming embarrassingly moist and leaving a wet spot on Jack’s pants when it was his turn.  Jessica chose a paddle which was, thankfully, much smaller than the ones that the twins had used on her earlier in the summer.

Jack chose the flogger for the breasts, which were next.  Faith was asked if she wanted to be bound.  She declined but was warned that, if she used her hands to protect herself, they would be cuffed behind her back.  She laced her fingers behind her back and then watched in horror as her father brought the flogger down nineteen times on each sensitive breast.  Jill was next and chose the riding crop.  The breasts were bright red by the time she was finished.  Jessica, once again, chose the paddle and instructed Faith to lace her fingers behind her head.  Then she abused the beautiful breasts by swinging upward and paddling the tender lower swells, sending each breast flying upward with each stroke.

By the time they were finished with her belly and thighs, Faith’s skin was burning.  Finally, it was time for her sex.  Jack used the flogger, swinging it upward to make a wet slapping sound with each contact as Faith stood with her legs apart.  Jessica was next and had Faith lie down on the coffee table.  Then she used a short, little whip to slice downward, leaving the labia burning after each stroke.  The final blow was placed right on her clit, eliciting a shriek from the tortured girl.

Jill was to deliver the last ‘spanks.’  She sat in the middle of the couch and had Faith lie face up in her lap.  She used her open palm again after parting Faith’s legs widely to leave her sex exposed and vulnerable.  She would spank and then would slowly caress the injured pussy for awhile.  Despite the pain and the humiliation, Faith found herself becoming very aroused.  Jill continued this routing, causing Faith to move closer and closer to an orgasm until, after the final blow, Faith was consumed in climax.

They ate their birthday dinner and then had Jessica perform a couple of improvised belly dances in her harem girl outfit.  The final dance was a strip tease which left Jessica totally unveiled.  For the first time, Faith got a complete view of her gorgeous neighbor and again she wondered why she took such pains to hide her body.  It was remarkable.

The rest of the evening was spent in the huge bed and Jack was in seventh heaven.  He had enjoyed two girls at a time but never three.  Each of the females received a ration of sperm before he could no longer get erect.  Then, the three females pleasured one another before they all collapsed together from exhaustion.

Chapter 25

The next night, Tom was back in town and Jessica arranged to borrow Faith for the evening.  This was especially embarrassing for Faith.  When the Philpotts first moved next door, Faith had only been fourteen and she had a terrible crush on her handsome new neighbor.  She always blushed and fumbled for words when he was around.  Even now that she was older and more mature, she still felt like an infatuated fourteen year old in his presence.  It was silly, she knew, but it still happened.

She was standing naked in the front hallway with her wrists cuffed to her collar when he walked in the door.  “Welcome home, honey,” smiled Jessica.  “I got you a gift.”

Tom smiled brightly as he saw the naked teenager in his hall.  “So I see.  It’s a beautiful gift.  Is it a toy?”

Jessica laughed.  “You can play with it all you like.  We have her for the night.  She’s your slave to do with as you please.”

“Oh my,” he said.  “A slave, huh?  That sounds very interesting.”  Then he turned to Faith.  “I have been hoping for this day for the past five years.  But how do you feel about it?”

“I am yours to d..d..d..do with as you p..p..p..please, M..m..m..master,” she stammered.

He reached up and stroked her auburn hair which was flowing down her back.  “Thank you.  But that’s not what I asked.  I asked you how you felt about this.”

“I would not b..b..b..be here if I d..d..d..d..didn’t find you attractive and want to b..b..b..b..be with you,” she lied.  In fact, she would be here whether she wanted to or not.  Her mother had made that very clear.  But the fact that Tom was so handsome and she still had a crush on him helped.

He turned to his wife.  “It’s a wonderful present.  Can we go play with it?”

“Don’t you want dinner first?” Jessica asked.

“No.  Let’s eat later.  I want to play with my toy first.”

“You’re like a little kid sometimes.”

“A little kid with a grown up sex toy, maybe,” he replied.  Jess laughed but then led Faith upstairs.  Tom followed, shedding his clothes as he went..  By the time they reached the bedroom, he was naked but for his shorts, which he quickly discarded.

“She has a velvety soft mouth,” offered Jessica.  “Try it if you like.”  Tom took her up on the offer and helped Faith to her knees so she could suck his cock which was already hard and throbbing at the prospect of sex with his beautiful neighbor.  After that, it was nothing short of an orgy.  He fucked her mouth, pussy and ass.  Faith licked Jessica to orgasm and was licked by her.  This action got Tom hard again and Jess rode his cock while he laid on his back with Faith behind her, playing with her breasts and kissing her.  Again, Faith had sex until she collapsed of exhaustion.  Dinner was never served that night.

“Mom, will it be like this when I come home for breaks?” asked Faith the next day as Jill helped her go through clothes in preparation for packing.

“That’s up to you, sweetie,” replied Jill.  “We love having you as our slavegirl but you are free to decide for yourself at the end of this week; unless you get captured again, of course.”

“Will you and dad try to capture me?”

“Do you want us to?” asked Jill.

“No.  I was just wondering if I had to worry about that.”

Jill put down the blouses she was holding and stepped behind her naked daughter, wrapping her arms around her.  “No, dear.  You don’t have to worry about us.  The only way you will ever be our slave again is if you ask to be or if someone gives you to us.”

“Do I have to worry about Aunt Ann or Aunt Jane?”

“Hmmm,” replied Jill.  She let one hand glide over the firm soft belly of her daughter as her other hand reached up to hold one of the miraculous breasts.  “I honestly don’t know about Ann.  You probably should worry about her.  She’s capable of just about anything.  You don’t need to worry about Jane, though.  She would never capture family.  Now Cinny and Linny are another matter entirely.  I’m sure they would love to own you again.”

Faith leaned back against her mother and nodded.  “I’ll have to be careful, I guess.  I never had any idea that so many people were into slavery.”

Jill laughed softly.  “It must be in the genes.”

“And in the tap water on this street,” added Faith, referring to the next door neighbors.

“Oh, they were just role playing.  They like to get kinky now and then but they’re basically vanilla at heart.”  Jill switched hands and held the other breast, squeezing lightly.  “Now, I could introduce you to some folks who do take it seriously, if you are interested.”

“I’m not sure that I want to be a slave again, Mom.  Although if I do, it would probably be better if my owners weren’t family.”

“Yeah, I know that bothered you, dear,” replied Jill, giving the breast a squeeze and letting her fingers trace lower to stroke the petals that were almost always slick with arousal at this point.

“But that was such a gift that you gave us.  Jane can’t stop talking about the perfect slavegirl that she owned for the summer.  And your father and I are very much enjoying owning you this week.  You just have no idea how desirable you are.”

“No, Mom,” responded Faith.  “I guess I just don’t understand that part.”

“Well you make sure that you don’t get captured at school by some professor or something this year.”

“Mom!” said an exasperated Faith.  “They don’t do things like that at school.  In fact, I doubt anyone outside of this family ever does that.”

“You are wrong there,” said Jill as she dipped a finger into Faith’s sex.  “Just be sure to be careful.”

Faith sighed, realizing that her mom actually belieived that there were people out there who captured and kept girls.  “Okay, Mom.  I’ll be careful.”

“Good girl,” said Jill as her finger kept pumping in and out of Faith.  Finally, she lifted it to her daughter’s lips and Faith dutifully licked it clean.  “And remember to let us know when you want to give yourself to us as a gift again.  But until that time, you will just be our daughter.”

“A daughter who has had sex with both of her parents, two aunts and two cousins,” thought Faith.

“Yes, Mom, I’ll let you know.”

Thursday night was family sex night.  No outsiders were involved and the three of them used practically every room in the house at one point or another.  Jack took Friday off from work to be able to enjoy his wonderful slave on her last day before leaving for college.  He realized that he had to pace himself, though.  His sexual appetite for his daughter by far outpaced his cock’s ability to recharge.  But he was able to deposit his seed in her mouth and bottom and twice in her pussy and was quite proud of his ability to recover.

“We’ll miss you, sweetie,” said Jill as the three of them lay in bed on Friday night.  Faith was on her back and Jill was lying on top of her, suckling the precious nipples.  Jack was just watching the erotic sight.

“I’ll miss you too, Mom,” replied Faith.  “And you too, Dad.”

Jack smiled and reached over to stroke the unused breast.  “You have a great semester, princess.”

The next morning, Jack packed the car for Faith.  They stood in the driveway, hugging each other and saying their goodbyes.  Faith gave her father one last hug and kiss and then hugged her mother goodbye, whispering in her ear.  “Don’t tell Daddy.  I want it to be a surprise.  But I’ll be your little slavegirl over Thanksgiving too.”

Jill smiled and whispered back.  “I’m looking forward to my tender little morsel coming back to us.  I can’t wait to have Faith again.”

The End