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Chapter 9
Helen seemed to adopt Destiny as her pet and kept the girl with her constantly when she was not being fucked by Henry or sleeping in the kennels with the other two slaves. Wednesday morning, Destiny found herself back at the stables as Helen fitted her with her tack. She hoped against hope that she would be spared the indignity of the butt plug that held her tail but the inevitable happened anyways. She was bent over a railing as the plug was slowly inserted into her rectum. She yelped once it was finally fully embedded in her. This one was much larger than the one she had worn on previous days. Did that mean that she had been wearing the small one all along after all?
Helen always amused herself with Destiny’s body as the tack was being fitted. Breasts were squeezed. Nipples were tweaked. Pussy was probed. She seemed to find delight in every aspect of the girl’s body. “Pretty pony.”
This day, Helen decided it was time for her new pony to take her on a ride through the countryside. She lashed her girl to a cart and then got into it herself. The buggy whip was used to get the pony moving but, after that, all that was needed were the reins which were attached to clamps on Destiny’s nipples.
Destiny growled under her breath as she was running down the dirt road. This was so humiliating! And she gasped each time the reins were used, sending little sparks of pain through her chest.
The butt plug was clearly larger than she was used to. And she felt it move inside of her with each step. It was not painful but it sure was distracting.
As they rounded a bend in the road, Destiny stopped dead in her tracks to avoid running into a man and woman on horseback. Her face turned crimson at being seen in such a humiliating situation.
“Nice filly you have there, Helen,” the man said.
“Yes, nice lines,” offered the woman.
“Hi, Mary,” replied Helen. “Hi, John. Thanks. She’s a new addition. She’s still training but she has a lot of potential.”
The two riders dismounted from their horses and stepped closer to Destiny. The man knelt on one knee and ran his hand up and down Destiny’s left thigh. “Looks like a thoroughbred; strong haunches too.”
“Like I said,” Helen responded. “She has a lot of potential. Oh, I haven’t heard back from you yet. Will you be joining us tomorrow for the hunt?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” said Mary as she tugged lightly on Destiny’s tail with one hand while her other hand traced slow circles over Destiny’s belly. “Can we bring Elizabeth with us?”
“Sure,” said Helen. “As hunter or prey?”
John laughed. “I guess she is old enough to be prey. What do you think, honey?”
“How many prey do you have already?” asked Mary. “And is this girl included as someone we can bag?”
“Oh yes. Destiny will be hunted tomorrow,” said Helen. “We’re contributing three this year. Destiny is one. Harmony, who you have met before, will be prey. And we’ll be hunting Kristi too. Plus there will be two others contributed by Lauren and the Simpsons.”
“How many hunters?” asked John.
“Ten so far,” Helen responded. “Eleven if Elizabeth is a hunter too. And I’m still waiting to hear back from one couple.”
“Hmmm,” pondered Mary. “Maybe Elizabeth should be prey too.”
Destiny listened to the conversation in amazement. It seemed like slavery was perfectly normal to them. And it seemed like it was some kind of game to them. She didn’t know who Elizabeth was but she guessed the daughter. And they were nonchalantly discussing whether she would be slave or dominant tomorrow.
The other thing that amazed her was how they were treating her as if she really was a pony. Many of the comments were about her but none were directed at her. Instead, they talked among themselves, ignoring her in the conversation as they inspected. Although, it was not like she could have contributed anything intelligible to the conversation with the way her tongue was trapped between the two bars of the bit and held firmly, rendering her speechless.
“We have to move on, now,” said Helen. “I need to get my pony cooled down properly so she doesn’t catch a chill. See you tomorrow.”
“Count on having a sixth slave in the hunt,” said John as he mounted his horse again. “Elizabeth will be joining in as prey.”
Destiny shook her head in disbelief as she trotted away, pulling the cart and its passenger along behind her. These people were crazy, she thought.
She was glad to be moving again. For one thing, it was good to get away from the two strangers who had been ogling and fondling her so blatantly. That was pretty embarrassing. More importantly, though, she had started to cool down while standing there. It was quite a bit cooler up here in the upstate New York countryside. It was one thing to run around naked in the warm Virginia climate where Baldsworth Park was located. It was still spring, though, and warm weather came later in the north of New York State. She couldn’t believe that Helen had her running around naked outside at all in this chilly weather. And tomorrow, all three of them would be running around all day. Maybe they would give them some clothes for the hunt.
Helen led her back to the stables, tugging on Destiny’s nipples with the reins to guide her. Destiny was showered and received a rubdown before Helen brushed out her long blonde mane.
Helen held onto Destiny for the afternoon also. Helen bound her ankles together and placed a spreader bar between her knees. She was kneeling with her knees spread wide and her ankles tucked beneath her bottom, forming a kind of tripod. Her wrists were bound behind her back. And then a tall stiff collar was placed around her neck, preventing her from moving her head in any direction.
The final step of the bondage was to wrap her. Elastic netting was wrapped around her body tightly. Soon, she felt like she was in a cocoon and was completely immobilized. The only thing not covered by the netting was her head which was free, but locked in place by the stiff collar.
The purpose of the bondage soon became clear. Helen was puttering around the kitchen where Destiny was bound. Periodically, Helen would drag a stool over to the bound girl and sit down, lifting her skirt. Helen’s pussy would be right in front of the girl’s face and it was obvious what was expected. Destiny would open her mouth and extend her tongue, servicing her mistress until Helen decided that it was time to get back to work. Then, the stool would be dragged away and Helen would busy herself again in the kitchen. If Destiny thought that being a pony girl was humiliating, this was even worse. Once again, she felt dehumanized. But now she was more like an inanimate object. She was nothing more than a vibrator mounted on a tripod.
Harmony and Kristi had a more normal day, if life as a slave girl can ever be considered normal. Their day mostly revolved around sex. Henry fucked Kristi while Harmony fondled her. Henry fucked Harmony while Kristi fondled her. He finally took a break and had the two girls make love to one another to entertain him. He fucked Kristi again with Harmony bound straddling the dreaded horse.
He always fucked Harmony’s ass at least once during each of her visits. He saved his last load of sperm for the day to take Harmony’s ass. Kristi was lying on a bench with Harmony lapping at her sex. Henry impaled Harmony’s ass with his cock and pistoned in and out as Harmony delivered multiple orgasms to Kristi.
None of the three girls was summoned to entertain that evening. Both the master and the mistress were completely satiated by the time dinner was served. The girls were secured in their cage for the night as soon as dinner was over and, once again, they spooned together on the cushion.
“We can’t be fooling around all night like last night,” Harmony warned, trying to preemptively fend off the other two who had ravished her for hours the previous night. “The hunt is tomorrow so we’ll need our rest.”
“Awww!” complained Destiny. “Couldn’t we play for just a little while? I haven’t had a single orgasm all day.”
Kristi laughed. “I’ll take care of her, Harmony.” Destiny’s back was to her so she rolled Destiny toward her. Destiny reached out her arms and legs spread eagle and giggled.
“I’m all yours,” she grinned up at Kristi.
“No,” corrected Kristi. “You’re all his. But I’m going to use your body tonight for my pleasure.”
“Ooooo!” squealed Destiny. “That just sent something through me. I’m not sure what it was. But it was like a thrill rushed through my body when you said I’m all his.”
“Yanno,” she continued. “Being owned is pretty exciting. I think I could even get used to being a slave.”
“Don’t even think about it,” said Harmony sternly.
Chapter 10
“This one is still my favorite,” Destiny heard. She glanced over and saw a woman gripping her mother’s chin and turning her head back and forth as if inspecting her.
“Hello, Lauren,” said Harmony as the woman handled her.
“Yes, I think this is the one I’ll take home with me tonight.” Lauren trailed her finger down Harmony’s neck and chest and circled each breast once. “Lovely, just lovely. Yes, you will be my target today.”
Destiny gulped as she saw the woman glance at her. “Hello. What have we here?” the woman said as she stepped in front of Destiny. Destiny felt feminine fingers grasping her chin and moving her head back and forth and up and down as she too was assessed just as her mother had been.
“So many lovelies to choose from,” said Lauren. She was now lifting Destiny’s breasts and brushing her thumbs back and forth across the stiffening nipples. “But why should I have to choose? I’ll bag you both.”
Then she released the breasts and stepped up to Kristi. “And I’ll through you in the lot for good measure too. Three lovelies should keep me entertained. And you have always been my favorite play thing… I mean playmate.”
It was true that they had been playmates for a long time. They had grown up as childhood best friends and had been inseparable. College had been the thing that finally did get them apart but they remained best friends. And when Henry claimed Kristi as a slave, Lauren, who was dominant, borrowed her best friend frequently to enjoy Kristi as a sexual play thing.
There were six naked girls with their wrists stretched high above their heads, attached to hooks. They were lined up in the middle of the barn and this was viewing time before the hunt would start at nine. Ten dominants roamed among the naked beauties, enjoying the soft, firm flesh and trying to determine which to shoot. The hunter would get to keep the girl he shot.
“We haven’t had a hunt in several years so let me go over the rules,” said Henry loudly to get everyone’s attention. “We’ll release the girls and give them a head start. Fifteen minutes later, we’ll start the hunt. You get to keep whoever you shoot until five o’clock tomorrow afternoon. A paintball to any part of the body constitutes a kill. Any questions?
“What about us?” asked Harmony. “Do we get to keep anyone we shoot?”
Sir Henry laughed. “I think that’s only fair. What do the rest of you say?”
“I like it,” said Lauren. She was remembering the last time they played with those rules and how she had benefited significantly because of it.
“I’m not so sure,” said Helen. Helen too was remembering the last time. She had been shot by Harmony when they had that rule in place. And since Harmony was later shot by Lauren, Helen belonged to Lauren for a day. It had been the most humiliating twenty four hours of her life.
All of the others agreed it was fair so Helen finally relented. The hunted would also be hunters. But they would start off unarmed.
“Okay then, if one of the girls shoots you, you belong to them. If the girl is later shot by one of the other hunters, the other hunter will own the girl and anyone the girl has shot. Any questions?”
The girls were released and then sent on their way. They all fanned out in different directions across the huge estate. But Destiny and Harmony and Kristi had a plan. Kristi described a rendezvous point where they would all meet up.
“I can’t believe they didn’t give us shoes,” said Destiny as she sat on a rock at the rendezvous point, rubbing her left foot. “That’s sure going to slow us down. At least it’s a lot warmer today than it was yesterday”
“Yeah,” agreed Harmony. “I think they at least let me wear shoes last time.”
“Maybe you were too good for them,” Destiny said. “Maybe they’re giving us a handicap.”
“She was awesome last time,” said Kristi. “Incredible. But why would they give us a handicap? We’re already naked and unarmed.”
It was true. Not a single item of clothing or jewelry adorned any of the three bodies. They weren’t even wearing collars today. They were as naked as the day they were born.
“I can’t believe Elizabeth’s parents added her to the hunt,” said Kristi.
“Why not?” asked Destiny. “Yours added you.”
“That’s true,” responded Kristi. “But she’s always been their little princess. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she’s still a virgin. Plus, she’s so young. I’m not sure if she’s even eighteen yet.”
“Yeah, she did look awfully young,” observed Destiny. “And she’s so beautiful. We’ll have to shoot her for ourselves once we get guns.”
“Well, if she’s still a virgin,” said Harmony, “I know who Henry’s going after. But we’d better stop gabbing and get ready or we’re going to end up with paint spattered all over our bodies.”
They had discussed their plan early this morning when they woke up. They would try to find a lone hunter first. Since Destiny was the fastest, she would be the bait. She would let herself be seen by the hunter and then lure him or her back to the other two who would ambush the hunter.
If there were two hunters in a group, they would split up on the capture. Harmony and Destiny would both tackle the hunters and sit on them to prevent them from using their guns. Kristi would remove their weapons.
In either case, they would shoot their victim or victims with a paintball to take them out of the game. Then they would strip and bind their victims and send them back to the house to be claimed later. Under no circumstances would they try to take on a group of more than two hunters unless absolutely necessary.
The rendezvous point was strewn with boulders which provided good hiding spots for them. Little paths among the boulders restricted a person’s options in terms of where to walk and made it easy to figure out the route that a person would take. Now it was just a matter of waiting for their first victim.
“I’m horny,” announced Destiny after they had been waiting about an hour. She was slowly stroking a finger up and down along her labia and was tugging on one of her nipples.
Harmony rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe that her daughter would act so lewdly, especially with her mother present. “What’s gotten into you this week? Can’t you wait until after the game?”
“I don’t know,” replied Destiny. “I’m just so horny this week. And I don’t think I can wait.”
“Well, you’ll have to take care of it yourself,” said Harmony.
“I’ll help her,” said Kristi. “It shouldn’t take me long at all to get her off. Let me just have a quick look around first, though.” Kristi poked her head up over the rocks and scanned the horizon. Then she climbed back down.
“There are two off in that direction,” she told Harmony. “But they’re not heading in this direction.” Then Kristi went to Destiny and knelt in front of her.
“Okay,” replied Harmony. “But make it quick.”
Kristi went to work immediately, scooping her tongue between Destiny’s petals. Her sex was already swampy with arousal. Destiny reached up and grasped her breasts, capturing her nipples between fingers and thumbs and squeezing. This felt so good!!! This is how life was meant to be lived!!!
Harmony glanced over at the two and shook her head. How did her daughter become such a slut all of a sudden? The games always seemed to loosen everyone up, but this was ridiculous. Kristi’s tongue was now lashing at Destiny’s clit and, without warning, she tensed.
“Aiii..” Kristi reached up and clamped her hand over Destiny’s mouth, cutting off her orgasmic squeal. Harmony glanced back again, horrified that the squeal had started in the first place.
“Aha!” Harmony heard down below her perch on top of the rocks. “I thought I would find you here. But I thought I would find all three of you.” It was Sir Henry’s voice and he was standing in front of Kristi and Destiny.
Without even thinking, Harmony propelled her body into the air from the top of the rock that she was on, flying to land on top of Henry. Henry was toppled by the surprise assault and Kristi quickly got to her feet and grabbed the paintball gun as Harmony wrestled with the big man.
Henry would not give up and quickly had the naked Harmony pinned beneath him. Kristi had no choice. She aimed the gun and shot her father in the butt.
“Awwww,” groaned Henry. “That wasn’t fair.”
“All’s fair in lewd sex and war, Dad,” replied Kristi.
“What happened to Master?”
Kristi cleared her throat. “Hmmmffff. What happened to Mistress?”
Henry groaned again. They stripped him and bound his wrists behind his back and then sent him on his way. By the rules, he was to walk back to the house and wait to be claimed by whoever had rights to him at the end of the day. His only request before he left was that they protect Kristi who had shot him. He did not want to become Lauren’s slave boy for a day.
“We can use some of this,” said Harmony as she slipped Henry’s long sleeve camouflage shirt on. It looked like it was about fifteen sizes too big for her but, once she rolled up the sleeves and fastened a couple of the buttons, it covered her well from neck to knees. Kristi snatched up the brown t-shirt that her father had worn. It too was big and went from neck to mid thigh.
“So I get his pants?” said Destiny as she held up the garment that she could not possibly wear. “What good are they?”
“You did almost get us captured, girl,” said Harmony.
“What? No kitten any more?” pouted Destiny.
“Kitten?” replied Harmony. “You’re more like a rabbit. You just go from fuck to fuck.”
“Sorry Mom,” said a chastened Destiny. “I’ll try to do better. It’s just that our game has triggered something in me. I’m horny all the time.”
Harmony walked over to her daughter and hugged her. “Don’t worry. You’re not a rabbit. A slut puppy, maybe. But you’ll always be my little kitten.”
Destiny groaned as she heard the words. But she knew that she was out of control. Her libido had taken over. She only hoped that her mother forgave her for her lewd behavior at the end of the week.
Destiny took a little longer to get dressed. She hoped to use a pant leg to form a sort of bra but the paint had splattered over a lot of the pants and there was not enough material left to wrap around her chest. But eventually, she was able to fashion some clothing out of the remnants of Henry’s outfit that were left.
By the time Destiny finished creating her clothing, she looked like a pornographic version of a comic book Amazon super heroine. She had torn Sir Henry’s pants and stripped out the hem that went down one leg. That was tied around her waist and rested loosely on her hips. A bandana that she found in one of his pockets was tucked into her waistband and hung down to cover her sex. She had torn a long narrow strip of his pants and tucked it into her waistband behind her so that the valley between her ass cheeks was covered.
She used his belt for her ultimate fashion statement. She wrapped it around her chest so that it covered her nipples and then tightened it. Her breasts were compressed and dented by the leather band.
“It should keep them from bouncing so much,” she had explained to her two teammates.
“You look like a poster child for a kinky fuck fest,” said Kristi once the outfit was complete.
“I was looking for function,” replied Destiny indignantly. “Not form or style.”
“Here, take this,” said Harmony as she tucked a long feather into Destiny’s hair behind her ear. “It suits you.”
“We should move someplace else,” said Harmony. “I doubt that Sir Henry will tell others where we are since they will end up owning him. But he might. Where should we go, Kristi?”
They heard some shouting off to their right. “Not that way. Follow me.”
She led the merry band of Wardham warriors along a path. They were approaching a clearing when they saw movement. Elizabeth was moving across the clearing nervously, glancing around in all directions.
“Oooo!!!” whispered Destiny to her fellow slaves. “Can I bag her? She’ll be lots of fun to play with.”
“No!” Harmony whispered back harshly. “Focus on the task, slut puppy.”
Destiny stuck out her lower lip and pouted. She didn’t get to pout long before they heard “pfffft…. pfffft.” Two brightly colored spots appeared on Elizabeth’s alabaster white skin; one red and one blue.
“Oh my,” they heard Elizabeth gasp. Just then, the Simpsons emerged from the woods, walking toward the girl.
“Looks like we both got her,” Mr. Simpson said.
“Then we’ll just have to share her,” replied Mrs. Simpson.
“I planned on sharing our catch with you anyways, dear,” he smiled at his wife. “But seeing that it’s sweet little Elizabeth, I think I’ll try out a sample right now.” He unbuckled his pants and then let them drop around his ankles. His cock hung there limply but caused Elizabeth’s eyes to open wide nonetheless.
“Want me to get you ready, dear?” asked Mrs. Simpson.
“I can get myself ready,” he replied. “Make sure that the girl is ready.”
Mrs. Simpson smiled back at him. “Gladly, dear.”
She gripped Elizabeth by the shoulder and helped her to kneel. Then she pushed her back until she was lying on the grass. Mrs. Simpson lay down between her legs and kissed the girl’s sex.
“Oh no!!!” cried out Elizabeth. “Please don’t do that.”
“It’s going to happen eventually anyways,” said Mrs. Simpson as she ran a finger down the girl’s labia which were still closed together. “It might as well start now. After all, we own you now.”
“It’s a good thing I’m preparing her,” Mrs. Simpson said to her husband who was scanning the woods around them as he stood guard and stroked his hardening cock. “She’s as dry as a bone.”
“Well, loosen her up for me and make sure she’s wet.”
Elizabeth cried out again as the tongue licked and probed. She turned every shade of red imaginable from the shame of what was happening to her. Finally, Mrs. Simpson declared that the girl was ready for him. He got down on his knees and, in one stroke, fully embedded his cock in the teenager. She cried out, obviously in pain. Mrs. Simpson watched as her husband claimed their new slave girl.
“Pigs!” whispered Destiny. “That’s so rude.” She grabbed the paint gun from Kristi and arose, rushing into the clearing. Mrs. Simpson was so totally engrossed in the lewd scene before her that she was not doing a very good job of standing guard. But she did have a gun in her hand so Destiny shot her first. Mr. Simpson didn’t even realize that Destiny was there until a green paintball exploded on his ass.
“Slaves!” announced Destiny as she stood triumphantly with her hands on her hips.
Harmony and Kristi rushed forward and relieved the Simpsons of their weapons. Mr. Simpson lost his erection from the surprise and slipped out of Elizabeth. Then they were stripped and bound and sent on their way back to the estate.
Elizabeth was already naked so she was bound by Harmony and Kristi. Destiny took a few minutes playing with the teenager’s full breasts, causing Elizabeth to blush anew. “These belong to me now,” said Destiny. “I’m going to love owning them and playing with them.” Then they sent her on her way back to the house.
“What was that little Rambo move?” asked Kristi as she went through the clothing that they had just liberated. They gave Mr. Simpson’s sneakers to Destiny since she was doing most of the running. And now each of them had a weapon.
“They were being such pigs,” replied Destiny. “Somebody had to take them out.”
Kristi rolled her eyes. “Do you want any of their clothes?”
“No,” replied Destiny as she looked down at her nearly naked body that bore the scant, outlandish outfit that she had fashioned earlier. “I like what I have on.”
Again, they traveled on to find a new ambush site. Over the next hour, they bagged the Carters and then surprised Lauren by shooting her.
“Such a pretty slave girl,” said Harmony as she held Lauren’s breasts in her hands. “I’m looking forward to you serving me.”
“You were just lucky,” growled a very pissed off Lauren.
“That’s Mistress to you.”
“Ha!” scoffed Lauren as she turned and started walking back to the estate with her wrists bound behind her back. Harmony gave Lauren’s ass a swat which caused the former mistress to jump and squeal.
“She’ll be a tough one to train,” said Harmony as they watched Lauren’s ass wiggle and sway its way out of the clearing. “It should be lots of fun.”
Chapter 11
It was early afternoon when they encountered Elizabeth’s father. He was easily bagged now that they each had a weapon. They stripped him down and tied his wrists like they had the others. Then they sent him packing to wait until the end of the game.
“Have you seen my daughter out here?” he asked before he left.
“Is she the one you were hunting?” asked Harmony.
“Actually, I was hunting for any of the six girls,” he replied. “Any one of you would be good catches.”
“Well, she was bagged earlier,” said Kristi. “You should see her when you get back to the house.”
“How did she seem?” he asked.
“She seemed delicious,” grinned Destiny. “I’m just sorry that I wasn’t the one to bag her.” Harmony swatted her daughter’s ass at the remark.
It was shortly after the male left that disaster struck. They still had three more people to capture: Helen, Helen’s friend Peg, and Elizabeth’s mother Mary. And they were starting to feel pretty comfortable about their chances of winning.
They had moved back into the protection of some boulders and were discussing their next move. Destiny was twirling her paint gun on her finger like a gunslinger from the Wild West. But she slipped and the gun went off. A white spot appeared on Harmony’s chest, right between the woman’s breasts.
“Awww, Des,” groaned Harmony. “Look what you’ve done.”
“Sorry, Mom,” replied Destiny. “It was an accident.”
“We’ll just wash it off,” said Kristi. “Accidents don’t count. And hunters can’t hunt other hunters.”
“That’s not the rule,” Harmony responded. “Paint anywhere on the body counts as a kill. And you’re right that hunters can’t hunt the other hunters but slaves can hunt slaves. And we’re slaves.”
“So does that mean I own you?” asked Destiny, bright-eyed and excited all of a sudden. This was an interesting twist!
“I guess it does,” said Harmony. “At least for now.”
“Ooooo!!!” squealed Destiny. “Bind her wrists, Kristi!”
Destiny stepped up to her mother and peeled the shirt off of her, letting it fall to the ground. Then she claimed Harmony’s breasts in her hands as Kristi tied rope around the new prisoner’s wrists.
“I’m going to love owning these,” giggled Destiny.
“Have fun while you can,” said Harmony as she shook her head in disbelief. “You still have to make it until five without being shot.”
“That’s Mistress to you,” said Destiny as she stroked the soft tender flesh of the glorious orbs in her hands.
Harmony rolled her eyes. “Have fun while you can, Mistress.” Then she muttered under her breath. “What a slut puppy.”
“That just earned you a good spanking,” said Destiny. “Now run along, girl, and join the others. I’ll come collect you later.”
“Now what do we do?” asked Destiny once Harmony had left.
“Go find the last three,” replied Kristi.
“Or we could just hide out until five,” Destiny said. “We get to keep what we caught and we already have enough slaves for the two of us. I get Mom though.”
“I want total domination,” said Kristi. “I want to catch them all.”
“Okay,” nodded Destiny. “Fine by me. Let’s go.”
They searched everywhere on the vast property. It was a lot easier now that they both had sneakers. But they saw no signs of the three women.
“There are only two more places that I can think of,” said Kristi, “unless they are cheating and hiding at the house.”
It was getting late in the afternoon and the hunt would be ending soon. They set off together to check out the last two possible hiding spots. The first was a cave near their original rendezvous spot. But it was empty.
The other was a small rundown shack that had been used by the original farmer of the land. They crept up to the shack stealthily and heard voices coming from inside.
“The hunt’s almost over,” one of the women said. “Shouldn’t we go catch ourselves a slave girl?”
“Yeah, I agree,” said another woman. “I want a toy for tonight.”
“Well, I’m not going out there,” they heard Helen say. “I’m not going to risk Lauren owning me again. Last time, it was horrible.”
“You stay here, then,” said the first woman. “I’m going to go catch myself a nice juicy pussy.”
“I’ll help,” said the second woman. “Let’s try to get two.”
The door opened and Destiny and Kristi waited until they were outside and had closed the door behind them. Then they opened fire. Both women were hit with their first shots.
“Come on out, Mom,” shouted Kristi. “We have you surrounded.”
“I’m not coming out,” replied Helen through the closed door. Destiny worked on stripping the two latest captives and binding their wrists while Kristi negotiated with her mother. The two naked ladies were sent back to the house and then Destiny turned to Kristi.
“Should we just leave her in there?”
“Total domination,” replied Kristi.
“Okay, then we’ll have to go in after her.”
“Let’s do it,” said Kristi. They stood on either side of the door like they had seen in police shows on TV and Kristi pulled it open. Helen was firing wildly, hurling paintballs everywhere.
Destiny ducked down and poked her head around the corner. “She’s in the back on your side.”
“Ready?” asked Kristi.
Destiny took a deep breath and then nodded. “Ready.”
They both raised their guns and then charged through the door, firing. Helen was still frantically shooting and Destiny dropped to the floor. She aimed steadily and shot, striking Helen on the shoulder.
“Gotcha!” called out Destiny and Helen lowered her weapon, sighing.
“Gee, that was fun!” giggled Destiny. “Let’s get her outside.”
“Okay. But she got me too,” said Kristi.
“It doesn’t matter,” replied Destiny. “The game’s over now anyways.”
As they all emerged from the shack, they heard the bell ringing in the distance, announcing that it was five o’clock. Helen was stripped and bound. Kristi insisted that she was shot fairly before Destiny shot Helen, so Kristi peeled off her shirt and sneakers and Destiny bound her also. Then she led the two latest captives back to the house.
“Oh my gosh!” Destiny gasped once they arrived at the house. She was surrounded by fifteen naked bodies, each with their wrists tied behind their back. “I have fifteen slaves?”
Harmony laughed at her daughter’s sudden realization. “You sure do, kitten.”
“Well how in the heck am I going to deal with that?” Destiny asked.
“Let’s go talk about that,” said Harmony. “I have some ideas for you.”
“We’ll be right back, folks,” Harmony called out to the crowd of slaves. “Don’t go away.”
Harmony’s solution was to claim one slave to have until five the next day. Then Destiny could make arrangements for enslavements in the future. She could arrange to come back to use her property or have them travel to her for their slavery. And she could give some of the slaves away to others. But she should make sure that each of the slaves ended up serving their twenty four hours.
“That’s brilliant, Mom!” said Destiny as she beamed at Harmony. “That should be a lot of fun.”
They returned to the group and Destiny announced the fates of all of the slaves.
Chapter 12
“So what did you think about the Old Girl Games?” asked Harmony as the two of them drove through the Virginia countryside back toward home. Destiny lived inside of DC and Harmony and her husband lived in one of the Virginia suburbs.
“Oh my gosh, Mom!” blurted Destiny. “I can’t wait until next year! I don’t understand why they won’t let you play more than once a year.”
“Probably because people like you and me would get addicted to them,” Harmony responded. They want us to have normal lives. I’m glad you had fun.”
“It was probably the most thrilling time of my life,” declared Destiny.
They had flown back to the place where the games were held and the barn had been turned into a banquet hall again. Most of the players from the previous weekend were there for a celebration of the close of another successful game.
Faith joined Destiny and Harmony and Kristi at their table, along with Samantha. Sam had a glow in her cheeks that Destiny recognized as sexual satisfaction. Although it could be from her pregnancy, Destiny thought.
“You set another new record for selling price,” Sam told Harmony. “Both of you did. I felt like chopped liver at the price I went for.”
Faith giggled and leaned over, kissing Sam’s cheek. “Oh, we would have paid a lot more for you if we had to. We just happened to get you cheap. I think the pregnancy scared most people away.”
“Well, it didn’t seem to interfere with you,” said Sam. Then she turned to Harmony. “I think you might have another magician in the family.”
Harmony raised her eyebrows at that comment and turned to her younger daughter. “So you bought Sam?” Faith was still giggling but composed herself enough to answer.
“Well, the Beta house actually bought her. But she was kind of my own personal pet for most of the week.”
Harmony raised her eyebrows again. Faith had always been so shy and retiring in the past. What had gotten into her youngest daughter?
“Yeah, I was sort of like her lap dog,” nodded Samantha. “You know, as in lap, lap, lap.” She illustrated what she meant by extending her tongue and moving it as if she was a dog lapping at a bowl of water.
Faith giggled uncontrollably at that comment. Destiny blushed when it finally dawned on her what it meant and she tried to picture her beautiful former roommate kneeling between her sister’s legs with her tongue lapping at Faith’s sex.
The dinner finally ended and the people started to disperse. Destiny saw Faith and Sam in a passionate kiss and heard Sam promising to return in two weeks to spend another weekend as Faith’s pet.
Destiny and Harmony both kissed Kristi goodbye. And Kristi confirmed that she would report to Harmony’s home in two weeks for her next week of slavery. Then Harmony and Destiny got in the car for the ride home.
“Now remember, Des,” said Harmony as they got closer to DC.
“I know, Mom,” Destiny interrupted her. “What goes on at the games stays at the games.”
“Exactly,” said Harmony.
“Don’t worry about me,” Destiny assured her. “I won’t be saying a word. Besides, nobody would believe me if I did want to say something.”
“Good,” nodded Harmony.
The solution that Destiny came up with at the end of the hunt was complicated but seemed to work. She gave away six of the fifteen slaves that she had won. She gave the Carters to the Simpsons. She gave Elizabeth’s parents to the Carters. And she gave the Simpsons to Elizabeth’s parents.
Destiny would return to the New York farm for two separate weekends when Helen and Henry would each have the opportunity to be her slave. Lauren and Elizabeth and Kristi, plus all of the others who had been hunted, were given assignments to travel to Destiny’s DC apartment where they would serve their slavery. And she claimed her mother to be her slave that night until five the following afternoon.
Harmony could relate to Sam’s use of the term: lap dog. That was essentially what Harmony had been at the hands of her demonic daughter. Destiny’s sexual appetite seemed insatiable and Harmony was exhausted and well used by the time five o’clock rolled around on Friday.
And Destiny wanted to try out everything on her beautiful, mature slavegirl. She truly did adore her mother’s body and wanted to experience it in every way possible.
Harmony was bound in or on to every piece of equipment in the playroom at one point or another during the twenty four hours. She received her spanking while locked in the pillory. Destiny used a strap-on dildo to fuck her in the sling. Destiny fucked Harmony in the ass as the slave was bound on the horse. And after every fucking, Destiny had her slave service her with her tongue.
The worst indignity was when she was bound to the X-shaped cross. That’s when Destiny decided that she wanted to fist someone. She had seen it done before but had never experienced it. And since she now owned a slave, there was no time like the present, it seemed. Harmony had protested once Destiny had four fingers gliding in and out of her sex but Destiny remedied that by gagging her mother.
Harmony looked down and wondered how Destiny had gotten this way as she saw her daughter’s wrist disappearing into her body. She felt the fingers exploring inside of her and stretching her this way and that. Occasionally, Destiny would lean forward and flicker her tongue over Harmony’s clit, sending more outrageous thrills through her bound body. She would even rise up now and then without ever extracting her hand from her mother’s womb and kiss or suck on one of Harmony’s nipples. “You’re simply beautiful, Mom,” she said at one point. “I’m so lucky to have you as my toy.”
Harmony actually knew how her daughter got this way. Destiny was wired just like her mother. She was an uninhibited, over-sexed, daring free spirit. The Hellenic Games had helped her to start to express that side of her personality. And her participation in the No Return game had been like opening a flood gate. All of her healthy sexuality came pouring out.
But five o’clock finally arrived on Friday and Henry reclaimed the two girls. He enjoyed them each sexually on Friday night and then again on Saturday morning before they had to leave to be flown back to Virginia.
“Someday,” he told them as they stood naked in front of Helen and him on Saturday, “I will own you both, I hope.”
Destiny giggled. “Someday soon, I will own you both. I know.”
“You laugh about it,” he replied. “But someday, I will own you. You will be my permanent slaves. The two most fuckable women in the world will belong to me.”
Harmony pulled the car to the curb in front of Destiny’s apartment. “I had fun, kitten. “I’m glad you did too.”
“Oh Mom, I had a blast. I really can’t want until next year. Maybe next year we can be on opposing teams and I can own you for a full week.”
“We’ll see,” chuckled Harmony. She leaned over to kiss Destiny goodbye. But she was surprised when Destiny turned the kiss passionate and hugged her tightly, fondling and groping her breast. Harmony finally pulled away, panting.
“Hey, slut puppy!” she said. “The games are over.”
“Not until I get out of the car,” announced Destiny. “And that’s Mistress to you.”
The End
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