A Week of Harmony

Chapter 12

“So tell me why you are the most fuckable woman on earth,” Lauren said as she stood with her hands on her hips in front of Harmony who was locked in a pillory.  One piece of the device captured her wrists and neck while the other trapped her ankles and held them far apart.  The apparatus was adjustable and currently Harmony was standing and looking back at her new owner.

“I’m sure I’m not,” replied Harmony.  “Until this week, I never even knew that Henry thought that.”

“Sir Henry is rarely wrong about anything.  I’ll have to experiment and find out what he was talking about.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony out of habit.  Then she stopped herself.  “What should I call you?”

“Mistress is good for now,” said Lauren.  “I’m sure that by tomorrow night, you’ll be calling me bitch or sadist or something even worse.”  This prediction sent a chill down Harmony’s spine.

Lauren did not look like a sadist.  She had grace and poise.  She had great posture, which showed off her impressive chest nicely.  Her face was a beautiful combination of angles and soft curves that emitted a sense of caring.  She had worn her dark brown hair in a ponytail during the hunt but now it tumbled freely over her shoulders and down her back.

When she got home, she had changed out of her hunting clothes of jeans, boots and a shirt and into a short robe that secured at the waist with a tie.  It showed off her very shapely legs and narrow waist.  And the neckline of the robe displayed the soft inner swells of her generous breasts.  Lauren picked up a riding crop which made Harmony’s heart skip a beat.  She used the crop to lift the slavegirl’s right breast.  “You are exquisitely put together.  If Kristi hadn’t told me that you have a daughter in college, I would never have guessed it.  You look closer to Kristi’s and my age.

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she felt her breast being lifted by the leather instrument of pain.

Lauren tapped Harmony’s taut belly with the crop several times, not trying to inflict pain but letting the slavegirl know that she could at any moment.  “That was quite a show you put on today.  I was very impressed.  You bagged four armed hunters.”

“Thank you, Mistress.  But part of it was luck.  The other part was just pure survival instinct.”

“Kristi has told me of your Wardham games.  You must be very good.  And she tells me that you are known as the Slaver there.  Now I see why.”

“I participate in them because I enjoy them.  Sometimes I win.  Sometimes I lose.  This year, I lost so I am Kristi’s slave.”

“And now you’re mine,” Lauren pressed a button and the apparatus started to shift positions, lowering Harmony’s head and leveling her torso.  She was still completely supported but now found her bottom sticking out behind her.

“I assume that you and Kristi just play at slavery,” Lauren continued.  “Have you ever been a real slave?”

“This is as close as I’ve gotten,” replied Harmony.

“It’s too bad,” said Lauren.  “You seem to have real potential as a slavegirl.  I would not mind owning you.  I do own that one who I donated to the hunt.  She tries to be pleasing.  But she doesn’t ever seem to quite pull it off.”

“She is very beautiful,” remarked Harmony from her doubled over position.

“Yes, she’s pretty enough,” agreed Lauren.  “But there’s something lacking.  I think you have it.”  Lauren ran her hand down Harmony’s naked back and then moved behind her, palpating the firm ass cheeks.

“I don’t know if you are the most fuckable but I do recognize good slave flesh,” Lauren continued.  “You were born to be a slave.”  She raised her hand and brought it down, spanking one glorious bottom cheek and then the other, eliciting an ooomphhh from Harmony with each strike.

Harmony elected to remain silent and not respond to Lauren’s comments.  She had entered a world where she didn’t know the players or the rules.  Slavery had always been a playful thing enjoyed for short periods of time.  It was a way to blow off steam and have an exciting and erotic time before returning to the real world and all of its drudgery and frustrations.

The people who she met this week took their slavery way too seriously.  Henry had already said he wanted to permanently enslave her.  Helen wanted to own her but didn’t have to actually do anything.  She would wait for her husband to take possession.  And now, Lauren wanted to own her permanently.

“What would it take for you to give me title to your body?” asked Lauren.

“It’s not for sale,” replied Harmony.

“Everything is for sale,” said Lauren.  “We just haven’t figured out the right price.  So, in the meantime, let me see what Henry has been talking about.”

Lauren moved back in front of Harmony and slipped her robe off her shoulders, letting it slide down her body to puddle on the floor.  The word cupcake kept running through Harmony’s mind but she knew better than to say anything.  Around the slender waist and hips and thighs was wrapped a harness.  Other than the harness, Lauren was naked andn Harmony thought she looked magnificent.  She reached to a table behind her and picked up a dildo which she started screwing into the harness.  Harmony sucked in her breath at the sight of the monster.  It was every bit as long as Henry’s but was probably twice the girth.  It was a bludgeon!

Lauren finished screwing on the dildo and moved behind Harmony.  She swiped the tip of the dildo between the exposed and vulnerable folds of the slavegirl’s sex and then backed up to examine the tool.  The tip of the cock was creamy with Harmony’s juices and a string of lubrication stretched from the dildo to the ready pussy.  Lauren knew that her girl would be able to accommodate the shaft.

Lauren stepped closer again and placed the tip of the dildo at the opening to the love canal, lodging it just barely inside.  Harmony trembled at the anticipation of being skewered by the long fat beast.  Lauren placed her hands on Harmony’s hips, holding her for a moment before pulling on the hips and arching her body forward, burying the monster cock in Harmony’s body with one smooth stroke.  Harmony thought she was being split in two at first.  Nothing, other than her two daughters at childbirth, had ever stretched her so much and she was heavily drugged for both child deliveries.  The shaft filled her and its tip banged against her cervix.  But then Lauren started stroking it in and out and the pain and discomfort were quickly replaced by arousal and pleasure.

For a long time, Lauren thrust the shaft in, varying the depth with each plunge.  Sometimes it would stop before reaching half way and other times it would pound against the slavegirl’s cervix.  Harmony was soon moaning loudly.

Lauren leaned over, flattening her breasts against Harmony’s back for a moment.  She reached under the slave and swatted the dangling breasts back and forth, eliciting more moans from the girl.  Finally, she gripped the sensitive nipples and pinched them tightly, causing Harmony to howl in pain.  Lauren started pumping the dildo again and stretching the nipples away from Harmony’s chest.  Harmony never figured out why that combination made her climax but a solid pounding against her cervix coupled with the fingers torturing her nipples threw her into an earth shattering orgasm.  She was reduced to whimpers and mewls as Lauren slowly extracted the bludgeon.

Lauren gave one of Harmony’s bottom cheeks a smack as she unscrewed the dildo.  “I think Henry might be right.  You sure seem fuckable to me.”

“Oh god,” whimpered Harmony.  “so intense.”

“You know what Henry gets to enjoy that I miss out on with a dildo?” asked Lauren.  And then she continued, not really expecting an answer.  “He gets to feel your tight little tunnel squeezing and caressing him.  He gets to feel your heat and arousal.  A dildo can’t do that.  But I know something that can.”

Without adjusting Harmony’s position, Lauren went back behind the slavegirl.  She pulled up a short stool and sat down.  Harmony felt her temporary owner’s fingers tracing her labia and then felt two of them slide in.

“Oh god,” uttered Harmony as she realized what was about to happen.

“So you’ve done this before?” asked Lauren.  Harmony had been fisted several times but was never able to enjoy it.  She had fisted numerous other girls during her lifetime, especially when she was interrogating someone during the games, and they all seemed to achieve orgasms from it.

Lauren withdrew her fingers and pinched Harmony’s clit hard, causing the slavegirl to shriek.  “I asked you a question, little one.”

“Yes, Mistress.  I have done this before,” she babbled quickly to avoid further punishment.

Lauren slid the fingers back in, along with a third one, stretching Harmony again.  “This way, I will be able to feel every little quiver and squeeze and ripple.  I’m going to love having your reactions laid completely bare.”

Lauren slid the fingers in and out slowly and reached around with her other hand to stroke the girl’s clit.  Harmony moaned and could not believe she was being treated this way.

A fourth finger slipped alongside the other three and Lauren kept moving them in and out.  Harmony groaned as she was stretched even further by the intruding fingers.

“Please, Mistress, no.  Please no.”

“Hush, girl,” admonished Lauren as she rubbed her girl’s clit again to take her mind off the upcoming part.  She tucked her thumb alongside the fingers and moved in and out, twisting her hand back and forth to fully lubricate the fingers.  She needn’t have worried about lubrication, though.  Harmony was already incredibly aroused and lubricated.  Lauren marveled at how wet her girl was.

Once Lauren felt the lubrication was sufficient, she pushed hard, popping her entire hand into Harmony and eliciting a squeal from the captive.  Some people preferred the slow build-up, thinking that by stretching a girl a little at a time, it was more humane.  Lauren thought it was tantamount to torture, though.  It left a girl feeling more and more stretched with each thrust and not knowing how bad it could get.  Lauren’s method got them past all of that drama and anxiety to the fun play part.  The key to Lauren’s method was lubrication and Harmony had plenty of that.

Lauren spread her fingers inside of Lauren, stroking the inner walls and probing every nook and cranny.  As she predicted, she felt the squeezing and quivering of the slavegirl against her wrist and hand.  It was delicious.  Every little moan was matched with a spasm or clenching.  It was divine.  It was at moments like this that she whished she had a cock.

Lauren had fisted girls before but had never fisted one who had delivered children.  Did anything change?  She set out to explore and find out.  Fingers danced and roamed.  Everything seemed to be in place.  There was nothing out of the ordinary.  She couldn’t get used to the fact that two babies had traveled through the channel that was now occupied by her hand but had left it so tight.  Harmony fit her hand like a glove.

It was time to research the cervix.  Would that still be tight after it had dilated so widely, previously?  She circled the little protrusion with her finger, causing Harmony’s belly to quiver and her sex to clamp tightly around Lauren’s wrist.  She moved the tip of her finger to the center of the little protrusion and started pushing slowly.  She had successfully pushed past it with other girls.  Would it be easier with Harmony because of her childbirth?

Harmony felt the pressure against her cervix and groaned as she realized what her tormentor was trying to do.  She felt her belly cramping as the finger pushed harder and harder.

“Aiiieeee!!!” squealed Harmony as the finger sent pain rippling through her body.  Lauren was amazed at how tight the cervix was.  She thought she would slip in easier.  She kept pushing and Harmony kept squealing and panting.  Eventually, the little gate gave way and Lauren’s finger slipped inside.  Pain was coursing through Harmony’s body at this point.

Lauren started stroking the girl’s clit again, occasionally pausing to knead or stretch a breast.  She started moving her finger in and out and marveled that she had just entered the sanctuary where two lives had begun.  She was inside the slavegirl’s womb.

She kept the finger moving in and out and the sharp pain became a dull ache.  She kept moving the fingers from her other hand over the very erect clitoris, strumming it and moving the girl toward an orgasm.

Lauren saw the slave’s cute little asshole right in front of her face.  She tilted her head forward and kissed the little rosebud before snaking out her tongue to circle it and stab into it.

Harmony was moaning loudly now.  She had a very sensitive bottom and, while the finger in her womb was distracting, the other fingers and the tongue were taking over the race for emotions and sensations.  Within moments of the tongue first piercing her little sphincter, Harmony shrieked and climaxed.  Lauren enjoyed the sounds of her pet’s orgasm but especially enjoyed the tactile side of it as Harmony’s sex pulsed and rippled and quivered.  It was unlike anything that Lauren had ever experienced and was more than she could ever hope for.

“One last fuckability test,” said Lauren after Harmony had recovered.

“Oh god no more,” begged Harmony.  She was not sure she would survive a third earth shattering climax.

Lauren leaned down and kissed Harmony.  Harmony was still in the same position with her torso horizontal to the floor and her bottom in the air.  “Just one more for now.  And then we’ll take a break.”

“Oh god, I’ll try,” whimpered Harmony.

Lauren ran her hand down Harmony’s soft, smooth back, feeling the perspiration that had formed there during her orgasmic exertions.  She reached beneath the girl and squeezed each of the delicious dangling breasts.  Then she placed her palm on Harmony’s belly, rubbing in slow circles to get her to relax.  She would need to rub the belly a lot for the next experience in order to keep her relaxed so she could enjoy it.

She kept rubbing with one hand, hearing Harmony almost purring like a cat.  With her other hand, she reached toward a tray that was out of Harmony’s line of sight.  She picked up a new dildo and started screwing it onto the harness.  This one was slightly shorter than the last one and significantly narrower.

Lauren stopped her rubbing, causing Harmony to groan in disappointment.  She dipped her fingers into a jar of lubricant and then coated the shaft that protruded from her crotch.  She placed her fingers between Harmony’s bottom cheeks and spread the remainder there, plunging two fingers into her asshole to coat inside also.

Harmony started struggling at her bindings furiously.  “No, please not that!!!  That thing will split me in two!!!  That monster will kill me!!!”

Lauren realized that Harmony thought she was wearing the huge dildo again.  She decided to let her continue to think that.  She rubbed a finger slowly around the well lubricated asshole and leaned down to whisper in Harmony’s ear.  “Trust me, little one.”

Harmony was still thrashing about as Lauren stepped behind her.  Harmony continued to whimper and beg.  She felt the tip of the spear at her little rosebud and then felt her owner’s hands on her hips.  With one thrust, Lauren sank the dildo halfway in and elicited a shriek from Harmony.  A second thrust sank it to the hilt and drew out another shriek.

“See girl?” said Lauren soothingly as she reached beneath Harmony and cupped a breast in her palm.  “It didn’t split you in two.  It didn’t kill you.  You have to trust me.”

Harmony was deep breathing, panting and howling as the log impaled her ass over and over again.  Again, she felt cramps as it would pound deep inside of her although these cramps were different from the ones resulting from the cervical assault.  The dildo slid in and out and soon Harmony adjusted to it.  She had anal sex many times before and it always happened this way.  She would feel like she was being torn apart and then things would die down.  Things were currently dying down.  Once, anal sex had even been pleasurable but that was a very rare, unique occurrence.

Lauren entertained herself with Harmony’s body during the anal sex.  One of the best entertainments was the visual one.  She watched for long moments as the slender black dildo sliced in and out of the creamy white ass.  It was beautiful.  It was the complete definition of dominance over another.

Lauren would also entertain herself by occasionally spanking one of Harmony’s bottom cheeks on an out thrust.  The sound was delicious and the pink handprint looked divine on the white cheeks.

Nipples, breasts and clit also provided entertainment.  In a way, she wished that she had not used the stocks for this.  She would have loved to pull Harmony’s head back by her hair and kiss her.  But with the heavy wood around her neck, that was not going to happen.  She started to focus on strumming Harmony’s clit.

Lauren was convinced that Henry’s declaration about Harmony was pure bravado and male chauvinism.  She had been at the party where Sir Henry had pronounced Harmony to be the most fuckable woman in the world.  She remembered that two of the people at the party knew Harmony and that one seemed shocked while the other said that Henry was probably right.  When Lauren discovered that Henry had never even had sex with Harmony, she wrote it all off as simply male fantasy.

Now, however, she was developing a new respect for Henry’s judgment.  Harmony was delightful.  She was beautiful, for one thing, but then so was Lauren’s permanent girl and she didn’t know how to fuck at all.  Harmony was also a wonderful collage of innocence and worldliness.  She had done most of this previously but she was not above letting her feelings and her fears show.  Most would have had a false sense of bravado or would have tried to act the pure and innocent role.  Harmony did neither.  Harmony was pure Harmony.

Harmony also gave back.  She could tell when her hand was inside her slave that Harmony’s muscles and movements must have been designed by the gods to give ultimate pleasure.  Lauren was becoming convinced that Harmony was the most fuckable woman in the world.

Long deep strokes kept a constant quivering going in Harmony’s belly.  Lauren reached under and started stroking the protruding clit again, feeling it pulsing.  As soon as Lauren felt Harmony close to the edge, she pushed her over and enjoyed another beautiful chorus of mewls and coos and happy sighs.

Harmony had gained a lot of respect from Lauren.  But Lauren still had some tests for the girl.  Those would wait until tomorrow, though.

Chapter 13

“Why did I have to sleep in a cage?” asked Harmony the next morning.

“Where do you think pets should sleep, pet?” retorted Lauren.  Lauren had on another short robe, loosely tied at the waist.  Harmony was predictably naked and kneeling at her owner’s feet.

“Am I a pet or a slavegirl?”

“You are both, I suppose,” replied Lauren.  “I have trouble making the distinction..  Both are animals.  Both are owned by others for the pleasure of the owner.”

“Oh,” replied Harmony in a whisper.  She had never thought of it that way.

“Have you ever had slaves, pet?”

“Yes.  But never for more than a few days.”

“Where did you let them sleep?” asked Lauren.

“In my bed, of course,” responded Harmony.  “I never thought of them as pets.  They were prized possessions to me.  I wanted to keep them close and to have them keep me warm.”

“Hmm,” said Lauren.  “That’s an interesting idea.  I’ll have to try that some time.  But let’s get on to today’s activities.  I was very impressed with your skills from yesterday and I’m inclined to agree with Sir Henry’s assessment of you.  But I wanted some unbiased third opinions.  So today, we have Breeding Day.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows.  “Breeding Day?  Who am I being bred with?”

Lauren arose and extended her hand.  “Before I answer that, let me take care of something.  Come with me, pet.”  Lauren led Harmony back to the room where she had been fucked the day before.  She fastened cuffs around Harmony’s wrists and then attached them to a hook that she lowered from the ceiling.  She pushed a button and Harmony was lifted into the air until her toes were inches off the floor.

Lauren went to the wall and selected a whip before turning back to Harmony.  “It pains me to do this, pet, but you have to observe common courtesies.”

“What!” cried Harmony when she saw the cruel whip in Lauren’s hand.  “What did I do?”

“Who am I, pet?”

Harmony groaned as she realized what she had done.  “You are my mistress, Mistress.”

“Yes, pet,” replied Lauren.  “And this will help you to remember.”

“Please, Mistress,” begged Harmony.  “I will remember from now on.”

Lauren trailed her fingers down Harmony’s cheek and then raised the whip to her lips.  Harmony whimpered when she saw the whip but puckered her lips obediently and kissed the instrument of her torture.  This is what Lauren so loved about Harmony.  She was pure in that all of her reactions were genuine.  She did not make up responses.  She was reacting from instinct, just as she had yesterday when she had captured the four hunters.  She was a wonderful cross between feral girl and society debutante.  She fit perfectly at a high society ball and at a hunt where the stakes were her freedom.

“Good girl,” said Lauren after the girl had kissed the whip.  “I’m only doing this to help you.  I will only give you five stripes this time.  I expect you to learn from this.  In the future, it will cost you more.”

“Yes, Mistress.  I understand.”  All of a sudden, Lauren detected a change in Harmony.  There was no begging or whimpering.  The girl had mentally prepared herself for her punishment.

“Then let’s get on with it,” said Lauren.  She spun Harmony so that the girl was facing away from her.  Then she exchanged whips.  The whip that she had shown Harmony was braided leather with knotted strands at the end.  It would have torn flesh from the beautiful slavegirl if Lauren had used it.  But Lauren never intended to use it.  She wanted to see Harmony’s reaction to it.  The initial reaction was to be expected.  The stoicism at the end caught her by surprise, though.  The slave might be fifteen or so years older than her but she was an amazing creature.

Lauren set the braided whip aside soundlessly and picked up a leather flogger.  It would sting but it would not tear.  At first, Harmony would not know the difference.  Lauren swung the flogger and let it land hard across Harmony’s back.  Lauren expected a scream but only heard a grunt.  This girl was amazing!  She was heroic!

Lauren tossed the flogger aside after one stroke and stepped up behind the dangling slave.  She wrapped her arms around Harmony’s waist and squeezed her tightly.  “You amaze me, girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Harmony.  “But I’m just me.”

“And I love just you,” responded Lauren.  “Someday, I have to own you again, even if just for a few days… or weeks… or years… or…”

“I’m already owned, Mistress… by my life,” replied Harmony.  “I have a job which is a cause.  I have a husband who is my love and my biggest supporter.  I have two daughters..  I subject myself to potential ownership each year during the games that Kristi told you about but that is just for the thrill of the hunt, because I really am already owned.”

Lauren twirled the hanging slavegirl so she was facing her again.  “I’m glad that you were captured this time.  It allowed me to meet a truly remarkable woman.”  After a comment like that, most people would expect Lauren to kiss Harmony, either on the lips or on the cheek.  But Lauren was nont what most people would expect.  Instead, she sank her teeth into Harmony’s left nipple, eliciting a yelp of surprise and then bit down into the other nipple until she got another yelp.

“Now, back to your question before I had to correct you.  You asked who you were being bred with.”  Lauren paused to let Harmony refocus.

“Yes, Mistress.  Who am I being bred with?”

“I have two brothers who I have invited.  And I asked them to bring a friend. You will be fucked by three males; well, three human males.”

Harmony gulped.  She had planned on asking about whether or not the males could be considered disease-free but when the ‘human’ comment came up, she lost total sight of disease testing.

“Human, Mistress?”

“Yes, the humans will be your appetizer this morning,” Lauren paused for effect.  “Have you ever been fucked by a dog?”

Harmony gulped again but did not respond.  She had never been fucked by any kind of animal but she didn’t think that her response would change the course of events for the day.

“Have you ever been fucked by a donkey?”

Again, Harmony remained silent.

“The final act for the day will be you making love with a horse.  I can bind you for the animals, if you would like.”

The two brothers and their friend up showed up on time.  They were obviously younger brothers and seemed to be in their late teens or early twenties.  Harmony was surprised at how intimate they were with their older sister.  They each grabbed and hugged Lauren and squeezed her breasts as they gave her passionate kisses.  Even the friend did the same.  Harmony once again concluded that she had just landed in a very kinky world.

Lauren asked how they boys would like her.  One brother elected to have her bent over a table.  The friend decided that worked for him too.  The two of them fucked her from behind while she was bent over the table.  Thankfully, neither of them gained any aspirations about penetrating her ass while she was in that position.

After they had each deposited their seed in her, Harmony noticed that Lauren called the boys over one at a time.  Lauren had a notepad and seemed to be interviewing the boys.  She had no idea what that was all about.

The second brother did not elect a position.  Instead, he told Lauren that he wanted a ‘free range chick.’  Lauren asked him if he was sure and he insisted.

Harmony looked at Lauren inquisitively.  If she was not going to be bound, what were the rules?  Lauren walked over to the table where she was bound and unfastened the bindings.  She leaned down and whispered in Harmony’s ear.  “Go for it, Slaver.  There will be no punishments, regardless of how it turns out.”

Harmony took a deep breath.  What was her objective?  Did she want to avoid capture?  Did she want to capture the male?  Did she want to delay and prolong the game as long as possible?  Based on the talk about animal rape, she decided that her goal was to prolong the ‘free range’ hunt as long as possible.

Free range turned out to be facing each other in the back yard.  Harmony tackled her opponent and got up to run but found that she was blocked at every entrance by either the brother or the friend.  She knocked down her opponent a second time and then sprinted toward the exit that looked most promising.  But the friend held onto her as she tried to bolt past him.  Her arms were held against her body and she was marched back to her third lover/rapist.

This brother wanted to look into her eyes.  She was draped across the table again, facing up this time.  He slapped his stiff cock onto her clit several times in retaliation for her knocking him down.  Then he sank his pole into her wet channel, pumping furiously for less than a minute before he blew his wad.  It was most unfulfilling for Harmony.

Chapter 14

Harmony was then bound into a frame that once again held her thighs spread, leaving her open and vulnerable.  This frame was low to the ground and her arms were tucked under her chest.  A strap across her forehead ensured that she would be looking straight ahead, but she couldn’t imagine what for.  She was too low to the ground to be forced to give blow jobs.

Once all of the bindings were secure, Kristi knelt in front of her and stroked a finger down her cheek.  “I don’t think you’re going to like this one little bit, pet..  But I will.”  Then she arose and moved out of Harmony’s sight.  A door opened, judging by the squeak of the hinges.  Harmony strained to hear what was going on.  She heard a jingle of a chain but still was not sure what was about to happen.

She tensed as she felt something cold touch her opened petals.  It touched again, causing her to jump slightly in her bindings.  A tongue lapped up between her thighs; a very long tongue.  It wasn’t until she felt a furry body rub against one of her legs that she realized an animal was between her legs.  Lauren hadn’t been kidding earlier!

Harmony opened her mouth and let out a shriek, causing the dog to back away fearfully.  Lauren had anticipated this reaction and was standing ready with a gag.  As soon as Harmony was fully into her shriek, Lauren stuffed the ball into her mouth, fastening the straps behind her head.  It did not completely silence the slavegirl but it significantly muffled her.

Lauren backed away to the side for a moment.  She suspected this was Harmony’s first taste of bestiality despite her vast sexual experience.  Harmony did not respond earlier but it was pretty clear that this was a first.  She would ask the slavegirl again later.

Lauren always loved watching her dog taking a girl and especially loved beast-virgins.  They wiggled and squirmed and tugged so deliciously.  They all shrieked; loud piercing screams.  She always had to have a gag ready for the moment when they first realized that they were to be fucked by a dog.

Her Great Dane was a massive beast and probably weighed close to what Harmony weighed.  He was still licking the slavegirl’s sex and was spending much more time with this than he usually did, although she could see that his pink spear was fully erect and ready to use.  Lauren wondered what was making him linger.  Was it the sweet taste of the girl that she also enjoyed?  Or was it the three loads of sperm that had just been deposited earlier?

One brother and the friend had already left.  The other brother stepped up behind Lauren and wrapped his arms around her with one hand at her waist.  The other one lifted his sister’s breast and held it.  “I hope you’re going to keep her,” the brother said.  “This one is spectacular.”

Lauren sighed.  “I only have her until this evening.  I have to return her to her owner then.”

“Then offer to buy her,” the brother said as he squeezed Lauren’s breast.  He opened her robe and now held a naked breast.  He thrilled at his sister’s body.  While he loved all of her slavegirls, he would prefer a steady diet of feasting on Lauren’s divine curves.  He would save his cock exclusively for her love canal.  But she wouldn’t allow it.  It was only at times like this when one of her slavegirls was on display and being used that he could ever have her.

His other hand slid down to her sex and he started to stroke her petals which were already quite slick with arousal.  The two of them watched as the dog positioned himself to penetrate the helpless girl.

The dog found his mark and thrust his hips forward, impaling the girl with one push.  Harmony gurgled out a scream as she felt the dog meat sliced into her and she felt his fur draped across her back.  The brother stabbed his finger into Lauren just as the dog stabbed and Lauren let out a low moan as she watched her pets couple and felt the finger plunge into her.

The brother moved Lauren to the right a foot to a railing so she would have something to hold onto.  She was mesmerized by the sight of Harmony and the dog and compliantly moved wherever she was guided.  The brother slid the robe off of Lauren and tossed it aside.  Then he guided her hands down to the railing which she gripped tightly.  He quickly slipped out of his clothes and sank his cock into her, feeling her tight tunnel gripping him.

Harmony was a whirlwind of emotion.  She was disgusted at being fucked by a dog.  At the same time, she found it to be very thrilling to be on display and used for the pleasure of another.  It was dehumanizing in a very erotic and stimulating way.  And she was also fearful.  Lauren had mentioned the dog but Harmony thought she was just bluffing.  But she wasn’t bluffing.  It was for real.  Were the donkey and the horse for real also?  That would be even more humiliating. Plus, they would be dangerous.  They could split her in two.

Lauren felt the cock slide into her.  The fact that it belonged to her brother was irrelevant.  It would provide her with the physical stimulation to go along with the extreme visual stimulation of watching Harmony being taken by a dog for the first time.  The cock stroked in and out of her slowly and methodically as two hands slid up her body to capture her dangling breasts.

Lauren looked at Harmony’s breasts which also dangled beneath her and swayed deliciously with each thrust of the dog.  Her eyes wandered back to where the two lovers were joined.  She could see the long pink shaft appear each time the dog pulled out, only to disappear again when the dog thrust back in.  She could see Harmony’s butt cheeks tensing before each thrust and could tell that she was instinctively but unsuccessfully trying to close her legs to protect her modesty.

She had trained her dog well.  He only fucked women when invited to by Lauren.  And he only came when commanded to by Lauren.  The latter was difficult.  She almost wore out one of her slavegirls as the dog repeatedly fucked her during training.  A shock collar provided the negative reinforcement that accompanied premature ejaculation and eventually the dog got the message that he was to wait for permission before depositing his seed.

The training had paid off, though.  Now, he had the discipline to fuck forever if need be.  This way, if a girl could have an orgasm through vaginal stimulation, then Lauren could let the dog keep going until orgasm was achieved.  She knew from experience that Harmony could climax that way.  Lauren could also climax that way and occasionally treated the dog to her own honey pot.

Harmony glanced frantically around trying to find a way out.  It was a desperate move, she knew.  She was bound so tightly that escape would be impossible.  Her field of vision was limited but she could barely make out Lauren to the far left of what she could see.  Her temporary owner appeared to be naked now and bent forward slightly but that was all she could make out.

Harmony whimpered as the dog kept pumping deep into her.  Why doesn’t he just climax and get it over with, she thought.  The longer he pumped, the more aroused she got.  But she refused to have an orgasm from a canine rapist.  She bit her lower lip to try to block out the feelings of arousal.

The brother slid his hand down his sister’s tight belly and placed a finger over her clit.  Lauren grasped his wrist and pulled his hand back up.  She whispered, “Wait.”

Her brother’s comment from earlier finally sank in.  “I don’t think she’s for sale,” Lauren said as she felt her brother’s cock pierce her and fill her again.  “I think she goes back to her real life in a few days.”

“Do you want her?” asked the brother as he gathered Lauren’s breasts in his hands again.

“Oh yes,” breathed Lauren as she saw the beautiful blonde woman still struggling in her bindings as the dog cock sliced into her over and over.  “Who wouldn’t?”

“Chad and I can take her for you,” the brother said as he rolled her stiff nipples back and forth.  “We can bring her back for you.”

“Thanks, bro,” she said as she reached between her thighs and gave his dangling balls a squeeze.  “But I only take volunteers to the lifestyle.  Once they volunteer, then I’ll buy and sell them, but I don’t condone kidnapping.”

“Keep it in mind, sis,” he said.  “We would do it for you.”

Lauren watched the naked slavegirl trembling as she was losing her battle to stave off an orgasm.  Her belly was quivering and her face was flushed.  Lauren could only see one breast from her vantage point but she could see that the nipple was very stiff with arousal as it swayed back and forth in time with the dog’s thrusting.  Lauren saw the girl’s face scrunch up and then the whole body tensed as she let out a long low muffled groan as she climaxed.

“Now, Hamlet,” Lauren commanded.  It only took two more strokes for the dog to tense in climax.

Lauren turned her head and kissed her brother who had continued to pump his thick organ into her.  “Now, Jerry,” she said.  The brother slid his hand back down her soft, firm belly and started stroking her clit as he moved his cock in and out of her.  He had slowed down for fear of climaxing too soon but now he knew that his reward was close.

Lauren tensed as her own orgasm erupted inside of her.  Moments later, her brother’s cock erupted deep inside of her, spewing its seed within her sex.  He continued to stroke her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she finally had to squeeze her thighs together to get him to stop.

The Great Dane had dismounted, leaving Harmony still quivering in the rack to which she was bound.  Drool dripped down her chin and onto the lawn.  Her eyes were closed as she tried to block out the shame of what she had just done.  She had mated with an animal!

“I can’t believe you made me do that!” were Harmony’s first words once the gag was removed.  “I’m so embarrassed!”

Lauren continued to remove the straps but paused to comb her fingers through the slave’s luxurious blond mane.  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.  You didn’t choose to do this.  You were forced to do it.  That’s the beauty of being a slave.  Since all of your decisions are made for you, you can’t have any guilt or shame.”

The last binding was removed and Lauren helped Harmony to her feet.  She gathered the slavegirl in her arms and kissed her passionately.  “That was your first dog, wasn’t it?” she asked after the kiss ended.

“Of course it was,” replied Harmony.  “Who does dogs?”

“Did you like it?”

“No, of course not,” said Harmony.

Lauren laughed and spanked one of Harmony’s bottom cheeks hard.  “Liar, liar!” she said accusingly.  “It looked like a pretty powerful orgasm to me.”

“You didn’t ask me about the orgasm,” retorted Harmony.  “You asked me about fucking a dog.”

Lauren was confused.  She didn’t know how to separate the two in her mind but obviously Harmony could.  “Well, how was the orgasm, pet?”

Harmony blushed.  “The orgasm was nice.  But please, Mistress, no donkey or horse.”

“Good girl,” smiled Lauren.  And she kissed her pet again.  “And we’ll see about the donkey and horse.”

Chapter 15

Harmony was returned to Kristi by nightfall.  She never did have to endure the donkey and horse, much to her relief.  Lauren did fist her again, though.  She explained that Harmony had received four loads of sperm, three from humans and one from the canine, and she wanted to compare to the day before.  Harmony was bound on her back to a table that had moving pieces.  Once bound to the table, the bottom separated, swiveling out to spread her legs wide.  The top did the same to form her body like a horizontal X.  A piece of the top remained to support her head.

Lauren had stood between her stretched legs and slowly insinuated her fingers until she punched through again.  Harmony once again groaned at being so full.  The experimentation was quicker this time but Lauren ensured that her pet enjoyed a satisfying orgasm.  Then she let her brother fuck the slavegirl again.

“If you ever come to own her,” Lauren said to Kristi as Henry and Helen stood nearby, “I will buy her from you so you make a handsome profit.”

“Thank you,” replied Kristi, “but her slave days end on Saturday.”

“Too bad,” nodded Lauren.  “But at least I have you.  Be in the cage on Monday.”

Kristi blushed.  “I’ll be there.”

“And I’m looking forward to owning you too,” Lauren said to Helen as she reached up and squeezed the full breasts.  “I’ll call you tomorrow to schedule.”

Kristi led Harmony away as soon as Lauren left.  She wanted to have Harmony to herself for one thing before her father could whisk her away to fuck her again.  She also wanted to find out what Lauren had done to her since she was due to be owned next week.

Harmony told her young owner about each of the ordeals and watched he expressions turn from embarrassment to shock to fear.  The huge dildo was bad.  The anal sex was worse.  The fisting was horrible.  And the subsequent gang bang and bestiality were simply unspeakable.

“I don’t think I can do this, Harmony,” Kristi said.

“Then don’t, Mistress.  This should be a game.  If it stops being fun, then you should stop.”

“Did you have fun?” asked Kristi.

“It’s not something that I would sign up for but I never thought that I was in any danger,” explained Harmony.  “There were a few new experiences and I always like new adventures.  The thing that I’m most worried about, and the thing that I view as the biggest danger to me, is the pictures that your father has taken.”

“Yes, I was surprised about that,” said Kristi.  “I have already talked to him about it.  He says that he never intended to keep them beyond this week.  And he never planned to give them to anyone.”

“Let’s hope not,” sighed Harmony.

Kristi had been without her slavegirl for two days and just wanted to make love.  There were no bindings and no whips.  It was just two girls enjoying one another’s bodies.  At the end of the evening, Kristi drifted off to sleep, suckling on one of Harmony’s lush breasts, leaving the slavegirl alone in her thoughts.

Why did she continue to play these games?  She was twenty years out of college and yet she still participated as much as the rules would allow.  She would probably be in more of the games each year if the rules permitted.  Why did she put herself at risk?  Sometimes it was just physical risk:  the risk of a broken bone or concussion or contusion.  There was always the risk to reputation.  What would world leaders think if they knew that the head of a global nonprofit ran around the woods half naked capturing girls or being captured by girls?

And there was the risk to her freedom.  Several times, she had been held captive as a slave at the conclusion of the games.  In previous years, this had only been for a day.  This year was the longest period of slavery yet, unless she counted her freshman year of college in which she was virtually a slave.

At the Sigma house, all pledges were treated as slaves until they were fully initiated into the sisterhood.  Harmony had done some kissing and petting with other girls before arriving at college.  Once she became a Sigma pledge, she was totally immersed in lesbian sex.  And for that first year, she was totally submissive.  The sisters made sure that the pledges did well academically.  That was the most important job for a Sigma pledge.  After that, the pledges served at the pleasure of the sisters.  They were kept naked whenever at the sorority house.  They each wore pink collars which served as reminders that they were ‘owned’ by the sisters.  And they were sexual playthings.  They were fondled and fucked.  Their lips and tongues were frequently utilized to provide pleasure to the sisters.  They were used as naked decorative ornaments around the sorority.  And they frequently were called on to entertain the sisters.  Sometimes this entailed masturbating for an audience.  Sometimes two pledges were placed on a tale to provide a cunnilingus show.  The result was that they were sex slaves for all intents and purposes.

The pledge year was filled with humiliation and unpleasant surprises.  In hindsight, it had been thrilling.  Since that year, however, this week had been the longest stint of slavery that Harmony had experienced.  It too had been filled with all sorts of unpleasantries, humiliations and surprises.  But she could already tell that this week would be remembered as thrilling.

Harmony looked down at the girl who was suckling on her left nipple, feeling the pulsing suction as Kristi’s lips slowly drew the little bud into her mouth over and over again.  The younger woman was clearly asleep but her mouth contentedly suckled on the full breast as she dozed.  Harmony reached over and brushed the red locks out of Kristi’s face and smiled at the beautiful girl who owned her.

This week had reawakened something in Harmony.  She had felt somehow very safe as a pledge.  She was used by others perpetually during that year but she took comfort in how the sisters owned her.  They protected her.  They made sure she was successful.  And they made sure that she did not have to worry herself with decisions.  They made all decisions for her.

This week was the same.  She had been relieved of all responsibilities.  Her entire world focused on pleasing others and they had let her explore new things without ever placing her in danger.  She had not liked all of the new things; at least some of them were things that she would not have chosen for her self.  But they never did anything out of malice and she had grown from it.

She was starting to wonder.  Did these feelings mean that she was meant to be a slave?  Was she more comfortable knowing that someone owned her?  She could not imagine giving up any part of her life but could her life be enhanced and fulfilled if she were a slave, at least part of the time?

Her husband loved her and she loved him very much.  He would never agree to own her.  That would change the relationship forever and she did not want that.  Sir Henry wanted to own her.  He had already made that abundantly clear many times during the week.  But her professional relationship stood in the way of that ever working out.

Maybe Shackles might be the answer.  The resort that she had planned to take Kristi to was a place for people to pursue their master/slave fantasies.  Maybe she could go there several times each year as an unattached slave?

Her nipple was becoming raw from the incessant suckling.  She carefully slipped a finger between Kristi’s lips and her nipple to break the suction and free her nipple.  But as soon as she accomplished that, the sleeping girl nuzzled around until she found the other nipple and began her suckling anew.  Harmony just sighed as she felt her nipple pulsing in and out of the mouth.

She tried to think of ways that she could fulfill this newfound need.  Allowing herself to be captured at the annual Old Girl Games was out of the question.  After all, she was The Slaver.  It would not do to have the slaver ending up as a slave each year.

She eventually drifted off to sleep with her nipple being stimulated.  She slept with images of slavegirls dancing in her head.

Chapter 16

Friday continued as the week had started.  Sir Henry came to claim her early in the morning, rousing her from her sleep without waking Kristi.  He took her to his playroom where he once again bound her, this time being bent over what looked like a vaulting horse.

“I understand that you had an exciting time with Lauren, girl,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  “It was different.  And educational.”

Henry laughed and swatted each of the exposed bottom cheeks.  “I’m glad.  I have drafted your slave contract.  It’s ready for you to sign whenever you are ready.”

“Thank you, Master,” she replied.  “But I don’t think I am ready.”

“You will be,” he said as his hands caressed and kneaded the firm butt cheeks.  “Someday soon, you will realize that you want to be owned; need to be owned.”

Harmony blushed.  She knew that he had hidden cameras all about.  Did he also have a way of reading minds?

“I have been saving this moment all week,” Henry went on.  “Today, I take your ass.”

Harmony’s eyes flew open wide in surprise and she gasped.  “Please, Master.  Not that!  You are too big!  You’ll damage me!”

“I would never harm my most precious belonging, girl,” he said as his hand caressed her back soothingly.  “We’ll take it nice and slow.”

“Please, Master,” she pleaded.  But the only response that she got was two fingers rubbing lubricating jelly around her little pucker and then pushing into her bottom to coat her inside.

“Please, please, please,” she whimpered.  She didn’t struggle in her bindings.  She knew that they would be secure.  She knew that her bottom was to be violated.  It was inevitable.

Henry moved in front of her with his log pointing threateningly at her.  He grasped her long blonde hair and pulled it back to raise her head so that the shaft was staring directly at her.

“Worship it, my little slave.”  Henry was completely naked.  She had not even heard him removing his clothes.  Again, she knew that her anal impalement was inevitable.  She obediently opened her mouth and started bathing the shaft with her tongue.  She could only get about a third of the long cock into her mouth and its girth forced her to stretch her mouth open wide.  She lathered up the cock with her saliva as best she could, knowing that she would need all of the lubrication that she could get.

Eventually, he withdrew and moved behind her.  He positioned his cock at her little rosebud and she sucked in her breath in anticipation.  He coated the shaft with more of the jelly while she whimpered in fear.

He pushed.  She groaned.  He pushed again and her little pucker began to yield.  He pushed harder and the head slipped into her ass, stretching her obscenely.  She opened her mouth and let out a strangled cry.

Once he had stretched her wide, he paused, allowing her to catch her breath.  Then he pushed and paused and pushed and paused.  Each push lodged another inch of his log in her bottom.  Finally, after ten or so pushes, he was embedded to the hilt.  She felt his balls bouncing against her sex which she realized was surprisingly wet.

He paused for a moment, again to let her adjust.  Then he started a slow pumping motion, withdrawing until just the tip was inside her and then plunging until his balls slapped against her slick petals.  Her belly cramped each time he pushed fully into her but the pain in her sphincter quickly dissipated and was replaced with arousal swirling through her body.

Henry placed his hands on the bound girl’s hips and slid them down her thighs and then back up to glide over her back.  The creamy flesh was unbelievably smooth and supple.  He had to own this girl!

He listened as she cooed and mewled little sounds.  It was not clear if she was whimpering from discomfort or pain or if she was highly aroused.  He hoped that there was at least a little bit of each.

He looked down at her heart shaped bottom.  Her asshole was spread wide by his massive tool and he loved the sight of it disappearing into her.  Withdrawing from her was equally exciting to his eyes.  Her little sphincter stretched around his cock and seemed to cling to it as his shaft pulled out.  He saw her tremble and hoped that it was because she was receiving pleasure.

On one of his withdrawals, he coated his shaft with more lubricating jelly.  He definitely was not trying to cause damage.  Discomfort was fine as was mild pain.  Humiliation was fine.  But he wanted no tears or bruising.

This girl would someday become his property.  He wanted her intact.  She did not yet know that he would own her but he had no doubt about it.  He thought back to the contract that his private attorney had drafted.  It probably needed to be toned down a bit.  His attorney, who owned slavegirls of her own, had made the contract a bit one-sided.  He realized that he wanted to control her when he desired but did not need total control at all times.  In fact, part of what made this slave so appealing was that she was such a successful and confident leader.  Turning her into a completely dependent slave would probably ruin her.

After the hunt, Kristi had informed him of Harmony’s reputation at Wardham.  She was an institution within the institution.  She was the legendary Slaver.  He didn’t want to take that away from her.  He wanted to own the Slaver but still wanted her to be the Slaver.

Harmony could not believe what her body was doing.  Her breathing was becoming ragged.  She felt the flush of arousal spreading across her cheeks and chest.  Her belly was quivering.  She was about to climax!  This couldn’t be happening!  She had heard stories about climaxes from anal intercourse but always brushed them off as wishful thinking.  But she could feel herself moving closer and closer to the orgasmic abyss.

Henry looked down in awe.  He too had detected the oncoming orgasm.  He too had heard stories about the anal climax but he had dismissed them as wishful thinking of those who had never even had anal sex.  Now, this most fuckable woman in the world was on the cliff.  He kept up his slow in and out motions, watching her bottom accepting his shaft and then releasing it until he felt her tense and quake.  He heard her whimper and then cry out.  He kept up his slow pistoning to prolong her ecstasy.  He was not going to climax in her; not this time.  It would almost be like defiling a temple if he shot his seed into her.

She gasped for breath and pulled her arms against their bindings as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body.  He slowly came to a halt with his hard cock still embedded in her ass.  He threw out all of his previous ideas about owning her.  To own something so precious would change it.  To change it would ruin what was so precious.  He came to a decision.

Slowly, she regained her senses.  Her breathing returned to normal.  She opened her eyes and realized that the cock was still hard and embedded in her bottom.  It was not moving.

“Did I displease you, Master?” were her first words.

“Oh my god, no, little one,” he replied as he leaned over her and released her wrists.

“But you did not climax.”

“That was my choice, precious,” he said.  “I did not want to spoil the moment with the release of my seed.  I wanted to savor your beauty.”  He gingerly disengaged from her bottom and then released her ankles.

“Come sit with me, girl.  We have to talk.  I am throwing out the contract that I had drafted.”

Harmony straightened up and moved to the large leather chair where he sat.  He patted his lap and she slipped into her, seating her naked bottom over his still tumescent organ.  He wrapped his arms around her and held her lovingly.

“You know that I want to own you,” he started.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  “You have made that clear.”

“I now know that I can’t,” he continued.

Harmony raised her eyebrows at the comment, not knowing where this conversation was headed.  She remained silent.

“The most fuckable woman in the world would cease to be if she were owned.”

Harmony blushed at the statement.  “Master, thank you for thinking of me that way.  But I’m not.  I’m sure the sisters were more fuckable than me.”

“The sisters?” he asked, puzzled.

“I’m sorry, Master.  I meant those two blondes that you caught during the hunt.  I never knew their names.  I just dubbed them the sisters in my mind.”

“Oh them,” he replied.  “They were barely passable.”

“Oh,” she responded, surprised.  “Why do you say that?  I thought they were each gorgeous.”

“They were pretty enough,” he said.  “But I would give up a hundred days with both of them to spend a single day with you perched on my cock.”

Harmony blushed again.  “I don’t understand, Master,”

“Then you have not been paying attention, little one,” he said as he let his hand glide up her belly to cup a breast and hold it.  “Kristi owns you for the week.  She has talked about nothing for the past year other than being with you again.  She thought that you would end up owning her.  She is delighted that you belong to her.”

Harmony started to relax a bit.  She nestled into his arms, feeling the hand claim her breast.  She parted her thighs and reached between them, finding his cock and tugging on it until it stood erect between her legs.  She knew that he had to have been uncomfortable with it being so erect and folded over the way it was.  Now it was standing tall and its shaft pressed against her highly aroused labia.

“That gesture is a perfect example of what I’m talking about, Harmony,” he continued as he gave her breast another loving squeeze.  He tilted her head forward and kissed the blonde locks which were disheveled since he had awoken her to fuck her.  “You are so loving; so giving.  You are only thinking of pleasing even though I just fucked your ass, which could not have been pleasant.”

Harmony was not sure to reply to that comment at first.  Finally, she spoke.  “Well, you did make me climax, Master.”

Henry chuckled and moved his other hand to her belly.  This girl was such a precious gift.  He moved his hand in small circles over her tight belly.  She had the body of a teenager; the sexuality of a goddess;  the soul of a saint.

“Yes, I loved your climax,” he responded.  “Thank you for that gift.  I never knew that someone could achieve orgasm from that.”

Harmony blushed yet again.  “Neither did I, Master.”

“As I said, Kristi has wanted to be with you for the past year.  Helen desperately wants to own you.  I have long thought that you would be the perfect addition to my estate.  Even Lauren, who only met you this week, has said that she would pay any price to have you wear her collar.”

Harmony instinctively reached up and ran her fingers over the collar that Kristi had given her.  She had all but forgotten it since she received it almost a week earlier.  Now, she remembered that it was a symbol that she was property, at least for the moment.

“The sisters, as you call them,” he went on, “were barely passable.  They fucked well enough.  They were energetic.  They made entertaining sounds when they were fucked.  But they were not you.  Like I said, I would give up a hundred days with both of them for a day with you; a thousand days.”

Harmony turned silent again and just listened.  She still had no idea where this conversation was headed.

“I am throwing out the contract.  Here is my new proposal.  I will have it drawn up by my attorney today.”

Harmony turned her head and looked at him as he spoke.

“I will double your organization’s revenues.  Part of that will come from me.  The rest will come from others who I solicit to become donors.  That will help you with the good work that you do.  And with the additional donors, the financial strength of your charity will be more secure than ever.”

Again, Harmony stayed silent and listened.

“In exchange,” he continued, “I would like to own you for four weeks out of every year.”

Harmony sucked in her breath.  The additional money for her charity would allow her to do unbelievable good.  It was unheard of for a nonprofit to come into that kind of funding.  But it would not be right.  She knew that her husband would be fine with whatever her decision was.  He trusted her completely and she trusted him the same.  But it would not be right in her mind.

“Thank you, Master,” she replied slowly.  “But that would make me a whore.”

Henry was taken aback by the response.  He had not intended any offense.  To him, this was nothing more than a business transaction.  “A whore?  It would?”

“Yes, Master.  I would be agreeing to have sex for money.”

Henry wrapped his arms around the naked slave in his lap and hugged her.  “I’m sorry.  I did not mean it that way.  I’m just desperately trying to find a way of owning you without owning you.”

“Thank you, Master,” she sighed.  She turned her head and kissed him.  “May I think about your offer?”

Henry gave her another squeeze.  “Of course you may.”

“Thank you, Master.  May I pleasure you now?”  She reached between her thighs and ran her fingers along the cock which was still throbbing with its arousal.

“Please do, girl,” he replied.  He prided himself on his control but having the girl cuddled into his lap along with the touch to his cock almost made him ejaculate on the spot.

Harmony arose from the lap and went to the sink.  She was not sure why there was a sink in the playroom but she was glad it was there.  She ran the water until it was warm and then held a washcloth under it.  She twisted the cloth to wring it out and then returned to Henry, kneeling between his legs.

She slowly bathed his cock with the damp cloth.  It had recently returned from an unspeakable place and she wanted to ensure it was clean before it entered her again.  Over and over again, she stroked it with the washcloth.  She leaned down and took the tip of it in her mouth, fluttering her tongue over it and teasing it.

Henry groaned at the delicious sensations the girl was providing to him.  This woman was way beyond perfect.  He watched as she set the cloth aside and then arose again.  She straddled his legs, facing him, and then reached down to guide his shaft into her slick tunnel as she lowered herself.

Henry let out a hiss as the wet warmth enveloped his cock.  It was heaven.  Harmony leaned forward and lifted a breast in her hand, feeding the nipple to his lips.  He sucked it into his mouth greedily as she started a slow up and down motion.

Harmony knew that she should be insulted by the indecent proposal that she had just been offer but, oddly enough, she wasn’t.  In fact, she was flattered.  This man, whose cock was embedded deep within her, would give anything to have her with him.  How many forty one year old women were desired so strongly?  She took it as quite a compliment that he wanted her so badly.

Chapter 17

After finishing with draining Henry’s sperm from him, she was taken back to Kristi who was still sleeping.  Henry tucked the slavegirl back into bed and then kissed her before slipping back into the hallway.

Once again, Harmony was left to her own thoughts.  Her head was spinning once again.  What was she?  A dominant who thrived on being submissive?  A slavegirl who relished capturing and enslaving others?  Her world had been neatly amoral until now.  She always thought of herself as just a free spirit who sought pleasure.  Maybe that still applied.  She didn’t know.

Kristi awoke and ravished her.  She had her third orgasm of the day as her tongue brought Kristi to her first.  They lounged in bed and sipped coffee as they cuddled.

Kristi was feeling sad.  This was her last day owning the beautiful slave.  “I can’t believe the week is over so fast.  I’m going to miss my girl.”

“I’m going to miss you too, Mistress,” replied Harmony.  “I have loved being owned by you.”

Then it dawned on her.  She came up with a response to Henry’s proposal.  She needed to think some more but she was pretty sure that she had a solution that would meet everyone’s needs.

Helen borrowed the slavegirl for a couple of hours in the afternoon.  Harmony was dreading what might happen this time.  Helen just seemed to view her as a grown-up, obscene Barbie Doll who could be dressed up and posed and displayed.  Would she be a puppy girl this time?

Helen just wanted to be with her and talk, though.  Harmony knelt at Helen’s feet and the mistress cradled the warm, soft breasts in her hands as they talked.

“Henry is quite taken by you, girl,” Helen said.

“That’s very flattering, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she gazed up at the older woman.

“He’s not the only one,” Helen continued.  “I want to enjoy you more.  And I have never seen Kristi so happy.”

Harmony remained silent.  She did not know what to say.

“Henry tells me that he made you an offer.”  She slowly kneaded the firm breasts as she spoke.  “I hope you will at least consider it.  We would love to own you again; and often.”

They chatted for over two hours before Harmony was returned to Kristi.  The two girls made love two more times during the afternoon and finally cuddled together.

“Are you looking forward to Monday?” asked Harmony.

Kristi shuddered slightly.  “Kind of.  It will be exciting but it’s also scary.  I don’t think I can do the things that you did.”

Harmony kissed her owner.  “You will be fine.  Just release yourself.  You don’t have any say in what happens.  So just let go and enjoy what comes.”

“I will try,” breathed Kristi.

After dinner, Harmony announced that she wanted to make a counter proposal.  Henry was horny again and told her that she could make the proposal while he fucked her.

“But I think that everyone should hear this, Master.”

“Then they can join us in the playroom and listen.”

So fifteen minutes later, Harmony was bound and suspended in a sling.  Her arms and legs were once again stretched outward and she was horizontal, about three feet off the ground.  Henry and the two women stood around her and kept spinning the sling.  Each one would kiss her when her head swing their way or would fondle or probe her as other body parts came into reach.

Henry took off his clothes in preparation for the final fucking of the week.  Kristi gasped at the sight of her naked father.  She had never seen him nude before and had no idea how massive his cock was.

Henry stepped between Harmony’s outstretched legs and ran the tip of his cock up through the slavegirl’s slick petals.  “Tell me your proposal, girl.”

Harmony moaned softly at the feel of the bulb parting her labia and sliding along them.  Helen slipped closer and wrapped her fingers around the cock and took over directing it up and down.  Kristi watched in awe.  She had fucked before but had never had a stage-side seat.  And certainly, she had never seen her father fuck.

Kristi placed a hand on each of Harmony’s breasts and kneaded them before focusing on the stiff nipples.  She rolled the nubbins back and forth, enjoying how they hardened even more.

Helen stopped moving the cock and positioned it for entry.  Henry accommodated by moving forward, penetrating the girl in the sling and causing her to moan again.  “Okay, girl, let’s hear it.”

“Oh god,” groaned Harmony.  She was not sure she could think clearly with the huge rod moving in and out of her.  But she knew that everyone was waiting on her.  She would have to do her best.

“Yes, Master,” she began.  “It’s really just a variation on your offer.  But it’s not ready to finalize.  I will have to talk to my husband first.”

“Of course dear,” said Helen as she leaned down to suck one of the delicious nipples into her mouth.

“So think of this as more of a letter of intent rather than an offer or contract at this point.  I will be your slavegirl for four weeks out of the year.  In exchange, you will give Kristi to me for four weeks out of the year.”

Kristi sucked in her breath and opened her eyes wide in surprise.  How did she become involved in this?

‘”Hmmm,” said Henry as he slowly plunged into the warm recesses of the slavegirl’s sex.  “You want me to give my daughter away into slavery?”

“Yes, Master.  For four weeks each year.  For some of that time, she will be mine to play with.  For some of it, my husband and I will use her as a toy.  And sometimes, I might want her delivered to my husband to entertain him when I am with you.”

Harmony groaned as the bludgeon deep inside her banged into her cervix.  “As for funding the foundation, there will be no strings attached.  I am hoping that you will give what you can and that you can convince friends to give what they can.  But that will be totally outside of this deal.  This is a girl for a girl; a body for a body.”

Henry looked at Kristi who was having difficultly concentrating on anything other than her father’s cock sawing in and out of the beautiful slave.  “What do you think, Kristi?”

“Well,” she tried to formulate her thoughts.  “It would allow me to spend more time with Harmony and I would like that.  And I have been with her husband.  He is very nice so I would like that.”

“But you realize that you would be a slave, don’t you?” asked Helen.  “You could be shared with anyone; even your father.  Slaves is slaves.”

Kristi gasped at that thought but nodded her head slowly.  “Yes, Mother, I understand.”

“Good,” remarked Henry as he plunged quickly back into Harmony, banging against her cervix again and causing cramps and dull pain to shoot through her body.  “Then it’s all settled.”

“If my husband agrees,” reminded Harmony.

“Of course, of course,” agreed Henry.  “When can I collect my first week?”

“Oh,” replied Harmony.  “I don’t know.  I need to spend a few weeks at the foundation to catch up on things and to deal with some issues.  In about a month, maybe?”

“Good girl.  I’ll put it on my calendar.  And when can my daughter become a slave?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Harmony.  “Soon, I hope; very soon.”

“You will have to display her for me someday,” he said.  “Maybe even share her occasionally.”

Kristi gasped again.

“I would be happy to, Sir Henry.  In fact, I’ll display her for you as soon as I am finished pleasuring you.”

Kristi’s face went white.  Within a matter of minutes, she had gone from mistress to slavegirl.  Within that same time, she had gone from loving daughter to merchandise to be inspected.  She was aghast.

At the same time, however, she felt her sex pulsing.  While she loved owning Harmony, she knew that she was really a submissive at heart.  If the truth be told, she was really looking forward to Monday when she would spend two days as a slave of her best friend.  And she knew that they days would drag by very slowly until Harmony collected her for her first week of slavery.

But being displayed to her father?  And her mother?  How humiliating would that be?  Things had turned very surreal very quickly.

Harmony’s subtle body motions and vaginal contractions and squeezes soon overpowered the master.  With a groan, he tensed and once again emptied his balls into the beautiful, squirmy slavegirl.  She smiled as she felt the spurts flooding her sex.  She decided that she needed to buy one of these slings for herself.  It would be fun to bind Kristi in it.  It would also be fun to have sex in one with her husband.

Harmony was released from her bindings and stood up, facing Kristi.  “Do you submit to me?”

Kristi blushed and glanced downward.  She nodded slowly and finally whispered her response.  “Yes, Mistress.”

Harmony placed a palm on each of Kristi’s cheeks, tilting her face up and kissing her.  “Good girl.  Now let’s get you unwrapped so the master can see what a beautiful slavegirl I have.”

“Yes, Mistress,” whispered Kristi again.

Slowly and very seductively, Harmony stripped the girl until there were two naked female forms in the playroom.  Helen was the first to react.  She stepped in front of her daughter and hugged and kissed her.  Then she raised her hands and held the two beautiful breasts.  “I just love blushing slaves.”

Kristi returned her gaze to the floor and felt her blush deepen.  Harmony stepped back and stood beside Henry who positioned her in front of him.  She felt his cock, still sticky from her juices resting against the small of her back as he pulled her close.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Master?” asked Harmony.

“She’s gorgeous,” replied Sir Henry.  “Just like my slavegirl.  She looks delectable.”

“Good enough to eat,” agreed Harmony.  “Would you like to sample her, Master?”  Harmony was feeling inordinately wicked.  She was completely amoral when it came to sex and there was no such thing as a taboo to her.  If it felt good, then it was good.  It was as simple as that.

“Ah,” sighed Henry.  “If only I could.  But I’m afraid that my slavegirl has done in little Henry for the day.”

Harmony giggled and reached behind her back, wrapping her fingers around the soft cock.  “There’s nothing little about little Henry, Master.”

Henry chuckled.  “Maybe not.  But I’m afraid he’s done for the day.”

“We’ll see about that.”  Harmony turned to face her new owner and arose to her tiptoes to kiss the master.  Then she slid down his body until she was kneeling at his feet.  She reached out and gripped his cock, guiding it to her lips.  She laved it with her tongue and then took it in her mouth to slowly suck on it.

Henry groaned from the exquisite sensations.  This most fuckable woman in the world was miraculous; so beautiful; so sexual; so erotic.

Harmony continued to suckle on the male member.  As soon as she felt it stirring and hardening, she let it slip from her lips, eliciting a groan of disappointment from the master.  She turned her head and spoke to Helen.

“Mistress, would you fasten my girl in the sling?”

Helen beamed.  “Of course, sweetie.  Come girl.”  She took Kristi by the arm and led her to the sling.  Harmony returned to her task of hardening the master’s cock as Helen positioned her daughter in the sling and then bound her as Harmony had been bound.  By the time Kristi was spread wide and vulnerable, Harmony had succeeded in her task.  The cock was alive and well.  It was as hard as a rock and ready for action.

Harmony arose to her feet again and grasped the cock, leading the master between Kristi’s thighs.  Just as Helen had done earlier, Harmony rubbed the bulb of the cock up and down between the juicy petals.  She was not surprised but was very pleased to see how wet Kristi was.  When Kristi started moaning, Harmony placed the tip of the cock at the opening to the love canal.  Henry took over from there.

He leaned forward, letting a little bit of his cock enter his daughter.  Harmony cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed lightly.  He pushed another inch of his cock into the new slavegirl.

“Oh god,” groaned Kristi.  “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It’s happening, sweetheart,” confirmed Helen as she leaned down.  Helen sucked a nipple into her mouth and then started pulsing it in and out.

Harmony moved to the side of the sling and sucked Kristi’s free nipple into her lips before shifting her head to kiss Kristi.  Kristi returned the kiss passionately and Harmony moved her hand down the girl’s body to rub her clit.  Harmony realized that Henry had still not fully entered the girl.  He was still only half embedded and Harmony slid her finger along the shaft to test his hardness.  She was pleased to find that they father was still powerfully erect.  She felt him move another inch into his daughter and Harmony went back to work, toying with the sensitive clit.

Helen released the nipple she had been devouring and looked around, seeing that she was the only one in the room with any clothes on.  She quickly stripped.  Then she adjusted the arm bindings of the sling.  The result was Kristi’s head being lowered.  Helen moved to Kristi’s head and placed her sex at Kristi’s lips.

“Oh god,” groaned Kristi again.  “I can’t believe this is happening.”  But she knew what was expected of her.  Dutifully, she snaked out her tongue and tasted her mother for the first time.  Then she started stroking between the petals, probing with her tongue and fluttering over the distended clit.

“Your girl is very obedient,” commented Helen.

“And very tight,” added Henry.

“Yes, she’s a delight,” replied Harmony who had gone back to feasting on the nipples.

Henry finally fully embedded himself in the tight, warm channel, causing Kristi to yelp as he banged against her cervix.  “She’s so tiny,” said Henry.  “You’ll have to loosen her up for me a bit before you share her again.”

“Yes, Master,” responded Harmony.  “I’ll work on that.”

“She’s not very good at this,” observed Helen as Kristi’s tongue worked feverishly on her.

“It’s the angle, Mistress,” said Harmony.  “I assure you that she is quite good at that; exceptional, in fact.”

“Well this is just not working for me,” complained Helen.  “Come, girl.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony.  “May I have just a moment, first?”  Helen nodded.

Harmony straightened up and went to Henry.  She kissed him and checked his cock, finding it still surprisingly hard.  He obviously was enjoying his daughter-slave.  She worked on Kristi’s clit again.  She had earlier planned on prolonging Kristi’s arousal.  Now that she was being beckoned, though, she needed to speed up the girl’s climax.  Fortunately, Kristi was highly aroused at this point and a few strategic strokes pushed her over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

Henry continued to pound into Kristi, eliciting a groan or gasp each time his monster came in contact with the sensitive cervix.  Harmony went to Helen who was now sitting and knelt between her legs.  She obediently flickered her tongue over the juicy clitoris and worked her mistress toward an orgasm.  She heard Kristi climax two more times and then, when she heard the grunt that indicated Henry had cum, she gave Helen her desired orgasm.  There was a new slave in the household and everyone seemed pleased with her.

Chapter 18

“I still can’t believe you were sold, Mom,” said Destiny.

Harmony and Kristi had been flown back to the airport near Baldsworth Park in the private jet earlier in the day.  Harmony invited Kristi so spend one more night with her but said she wanted to visit her daughter at the school.  Kristi jumped at the opportunity to spend more time with the older woman.  They picked up Harmony’s car and drove to Wardham College.  Harmony would drive her back to the jet the next day.

Now, they were seated in a restaurant with Destiny and two of her friends:  Samantha and Tiffany.

“Yep, honey,” replied Harmony.  “Your mom was sold.  And Kristi bought me.”

Kristi just shrugged.  “I love to shop.”

Destiny furrowed her brow as she assessed the beautiful redhead who had owned her mother for the past week.  Then she giggled.  “Was she a good girl?”

Kristi smiled.  “She was the best.  She was my prized possession.”

“So how did the rest of the auction go?” asked Harmony.  “We left kind of early.”

“You got the highest price,” replied Destiny.

“By a long shot,” added Samantha.

“Yeah,” injected Tiffany.  “By about six thousand dollars.”

“Wow!” said Harmony.  “It always amazes me what people will do for an old broad like me to make me feel good.”

“Old?” asked Samantha.  “You?  You may be Destiny’s mom but you look like you could be her sister.”

Destiny punched Samantha in the shoulder.

“She hates it when people say that,” said Harmony.

“Well, she needs to get used to it because it’s true,” replied Samantha.  “You are beautiful and you look like her.  Hmm.  I guess she actually looks like you.  And you look like you are maybe twenty five?”

Harmony reached across the table and patted Samantha’s arm.  “Thank you, Samantha.  But what made you girls stay to the end of the auction?”

“Well, we went because we heard that Destiny’s mom was being sold,” explained Tiffany.  “But we stayed because the Lambdas were going to buy one of the girls.  We wanted to help choose.”

“And did you buy?”

“Oh, yes,” replied Destiny.  “And we got ours at a bargain basement price compared to you.”

“And how did your girl enjoy her week?” asked Harmony.

“I hope she liked it,” said Samantha.

“Actually, she was probably disappointed and bored,” interjected Destiny.  “Most of the Lambdas are straight.  Only a few of us are bi.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows.  “My baby is bi?”

Destiny blushed and could have kicked herself for her slip up.  “Yes, Mom, I’m bi.”

“Hmm.  Interesting.  How long has this been going on?”

“Since the games?” replied Destiny.  “This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be ashamed, kitten,” said Harmony as she reached across the table and took her daughter’s hand.  “I’m bi too.  There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“That’s a relief,” said Destiny.  “After being with the Sexistas, I was afraid you were lesbian.”

“Hmmm,” responded Harmony.  “Well, I guess you could always ask your father if I’m lesbian.”

Destiny thought for a moment and then screwed up her face.  “Ewww!!!  That’s gross, Mom.  I’m not going to ask Dad about your sex life!”  Destiny’s friends laughed.

“It’s up to you,” said Harmony.  “I’m glad you are exploring, though.  Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Ummmm,: said Destiny.  “I have two.”  She reached out and draped an arm over Samantha’s shoulders and the other over Tiffany’s.

Harmony raised her eyebrows.  “Well, you have very good taste in lovers.  You are both beautiful,” she said to Samantha and Tiffany.

“Oh wait!!!” Harmony said all of a sudden.  “You are the three cupcakes, aren’t you?”

This time, all three Lambdas blushed.  “What do you know about the three cupcakes, Mom?”

“I met the Sigma president last week on the night before the games.  She told me you had been captured and that you had been targeted along with two other cupcakes.  You are the three cupcakes.”

Destiny nodded slowly.  “What else did she tell you?”

“She told me how amazing you were.  How the Sigmas now call you the Magician.”

“Oh my gosh!” blurted Destiny.  “I can’t believe she told you about that!”

“Well, magically appearing and capturing scouts is nothing to be ashamed of, kitten.”

“Huh?” said a bewildered Destiny.

“Destiny is too modest,” interjected Sam.  “Let me tell you the whole story.”

“Don’t you dare!” glared Destiny.

Sam leaned over and kissed Destiny’s cheek.  “Relax, love.  She should hear.  She’s the Slaver.  You’re the Magician.”

Samantha described how the three of them were a unit during the games and how they were supposed to capture scouts.  She told Harmony and Kristi how Destiny captured six scouts.

“WE captured six scouts,” corrected Destiny.

“She captured them,” Samantha went on.  “Tiff and I just stripped them and bound them.”

“WE captured six scouts,” Destiny said again.

“Whatever,” shrugged Sam.  “She also got two more.  On one of them, Tiff and I weren’t fast enough so the scout got away.  On the other one, it was an ambush and we got captured.”

Then Samantha went on to describe their naked afternoon on the crosses and then how they were kept as slaves after the games.  One of the Sigmas had a crush on Destiny and claimed her for the night and through the next day.

“And when we were being released on Sunday night, Gretchen, who is the one who claimed Destiny, called her a magician because of the orgasms she gave to Gretchen.”

Destiny turned crimson with shame and groaned.  This was not something she wanted her mother to hear.

“Later,” Samantha went on, “they were comparing notes and realized that she would appear out of nowhere to capture a scout.  The whole Sigma house refers to her as the Magician now.”

Harmony smiled.  “Thank you for sharing that, Samantha.”

“Since that time, Sam and I have learned why Gretchen called her a magician,” added Tiffany.  “Your daughter is amazing.”

Destiny groaned again.  She wished that the earth would swallow her up.  This was just too humiliating.

Well, I don’t know why you are so embarrassed, Destiny,” said Harmony.  “It’s perfectly natural.  There’s no shame in making love with another woman.  I plan to do it with Kristi tonight.”  Kristi leaned close and kissed Harmony.

“Mom!” objected Destiny.  “That was more disclosure than I needed.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” said Harmony.  “But if it feels good, do it.”

“How does Dad feel about all of this?”

“Ask him,” replied Harmony.  “I think he enjoys my extracurricular activities.  I tell him all of the juicy details and then we fuck like rabbits.”

“Mom!!!”

“Relax, kitten.  You don’t have to ask him if you don’t want to.  But let me know if you ever want to share either of your cupcakes.”

Harmony and Kristi made love, as predicted, into the wee hours of the morning.  They finally got out of bed at about noon on Sunday.  Harmony drove Kristi back to the waiting jet and then drove home.

“Honey, I’m home!” she called out after entering the house.  She got no reply and started roaming through the house.  She found her husband swimming laps in the pool.  He was naked and oblivious to the outside world.

Harmony stripped off her clothes and, when he swam by again, jumped into the pool beside him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him.

“Hi, love,” he said.  “How was your week?”

“Fuck me!” she panted in a husky voice.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and reached down to guide his cock to her sex.

“Hmm,” he said.  That must mean that it was very, very good or very, very bad.”

“Fuck me!” she repeated as she stroked his cock to erection and then sank down on the pole.

“So which was it?”

“Good,” she breathed.  “Good, good, good!”

Then she paused for a moment.  “Oh.  And I bought us a slavegirl.  You remember Kristi, don’t you?”

“How could I forget that little peach?”

Harmony lowered herself on the towering cock again.  He was not as long as Sir Henry but he made up for it with girth.  “Cupcake, dear.  She’s a cupcake; not a peach.”

“If it’s the same girl I’m thinking of, she’s too sweet and juicy to be a cupcake.  She’s a peach.  Who did you buy her from?”

Harmony was moving faster on the thick pole known.  Water was splashing all around them.  “Her parents.”

He raised his eyebrows at the response.  “Oh?  Interesting.  How much did she cost?”

Harmony was nearing a climax.  The whole week had been an erotic blur and she was still highly sexually charged.  “It won’t dent our checkbook one little bit.”

“Hmmm,” he replied as he watched his wife bounce up and down vigorously.  Her face had a faraway dreamy look that he recognized.  She was totally lost in lust.  “Then what did we give them for her?”

“MEEEEEEE!!!” she squealed as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

The End