Have a Bit of Faith

Have a Bit of Faith

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

She kept her eyes on the road but her mind was racing in all different directions.  She mentally looked behind her at all of the steps she had taken to prepare for the summer.  And she looked ahead to the schedule in her mind all of the steps that remained.  She also looked ahead to the long weekend before her.

It was not summer yet.  She still had six months to wait for that.  But Faith was not about to make the same mistake this summer that she made last summer.  Those three months had been a disaster.

In hindsight, she knew that she had grown and developed quite a bit from the experience.  And the summer had been exciting most of the time; even thrilling at times.  But it was one humiliating surprise after another.  She was not about to have a repeat this summer.  She intended to control her own destiny this time.

It all depended on her finding the right summer job.  Last summer, she waited until the last minute to find a job but she had waited too long.  All of the good ones were already filled.  She ended up having to take the only job that was available to her.  And it was that job that led to all of the humiliating surprises.

She started preparing for the upcoming summer as soon as she got back to school a couple of months ago.  She signed up for as many extracurricular activities as her schedule would allow in an effort to boost and enhance her resume.  She got involved in the school newspaper.  She started modeling for the art department since one possibility for the summer that she hoped to pursue was with modeling agencies.  She ran for office in the student government, although she was not elected.  And she filled out the rest of her schedule with intramural sports.  She was a very busy girl.

She completed researching companies to send her resume just last week.  They included modeling agencies, advertising agencies, public relations firms, as well as every major company in the area.  Over the past weekend, she had prepared cover letters to go with the resume and had stuffed and addressed the envelopes.  Everything was ready to be mailed.  She wanted to wait until Christmas to actually mail them, though.  She figured nobody would even look at things like that until after the holidays.

Yes, she would have a proper job this summer.  There was no way she was going to be babysitting her cousins again this year.  They had practically turned her into a slave last year.  No, they had literally turned her into a slave.  She was kept naked for the entire three months.  She had been used as a sexual play thing.  And she had been cruelly punished when she misbehaved.

Thinking back to that summer brought her thoughts back to this upcoming weekend.  Her car continued to glide along the interstate as she wondered what lay ahead for her.

Before leaving for school in September, she had agreed to continue her enslavement over Thanksgiving.  She was sure that it must have been her hormones speaking for her.  At the time, everything was an erotic swirl of excitement.  She was in a constant state of highly charged arousal.  She surely couldn’t have been thinking clearly.

Now she was dreading that she had committed to the continuation.  And it had been her own idea, no less!  They hadn’t even asked her to do it.  She had volunteered it!  What had she been thinking?

Hopefully, her offer to pick up again in her enslavement had been forgotten by now.  She doubted that very seriously, though.  But maybe they had viewed her offer as just what it very probably was:  a foolish statement made by an over-sexed, hormonally-charged teenager.  Maybe they would take pity on her and not bring up the matter.

She would find out soon enough.  She steered her car onto the exit ramp.  She was only ten minutes from home now.  She felt a chill snake down her spine as she tried to anticipate what would happen.

“There’s my beautiful slave girl,” her mother greeted her as she came in the side door of the house into the kitchen.  It was obvious that her offer had not been forgotten.  She dropped her bag to the floor and returned her mother’s hug and kiss.

“Hi, Mom,” smiled Faith.  “Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie,” Jill smiled back at her.  “I’m just finishing something here in the kitchen.  Why don’t you take your things to your room and take off your clothes.  You can meet me in the living room.”

Faith gulped at the mention of taking off her clothes.  Her mother sure worked fast!  “Yes, Mom.”

“Mistress,” said Jill as she turned back to the counter where she had been working and fiddled with whatever she was focused on.

Faith took a deep breath before responding.  “Yes, Mistress.”

She picked up her bag and trudged up to her room.  She didn’t even bother unpacking her little duffel.  It was obvious now that the outfits she had picked out for the weekend would never be needed.  Reluctantly, she peeled off her clothes.  She went into the bathroom to shower and to freshen up.  Then she went back downstairs to face her fate.

“You look like you have lost some wait, love,” said Jill.  She was running her palms up and down Faith’s sides as Faith stood naked in the center of the rug.  She paused at Faith’s narrow waist, stretching her fingers around it before gliding her hands down to her daughter’s hips.  “Aren’t you eating properly?”

“I’m eating fine, Mom,” replied Faith, annoyed at her mother’s comment.  It seemed that her mother was always trying to fatten her up for some reason.  “I mean Mistress.  I’ve just had a very active semester; a lot of sports.  I guess I’m just burning it off faster than I take it in.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure that you eat a lot of turkey and stuffing this weekend.  Can’t have my girl wasting away to nothing.”

Jill raised her hands and spread her fingers to lift Faith’s breasts.  “These don’t look like they’ve suffered, though.  In fact, I think they might have even grown a bit.  Have they gotten bigger?”

Faith blushed as her mother held her breasts and commented on them.  “Yes, Mistress.  Maybe.  I was going to go shopping for bras this weekend to see if a bigger size would be more comfortable.”

“Lovely,” smiled Jill as she bounced the generous orbs in her hands.  “We don’t want them looking like udders, mind you.  But you are far from that.  But bigger is sometimes better.  You know how your father likes big-breasted women.  Well so do I, actually.  Yours are perfect for both of us.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Faith for lack of something more sensible to say.  She didn’t really know how to respond.

“No.  Thank you, pet,” said Jill, placing an accent on ‘thank’.  She was still holding up the breasts with her splayed fingers and now was rubbing her thumbs back and forth across the nipples, watching them stiffen.  “Thank you for being so perfect.  And thank you for giving yourself to us.  You are such a treasure.”

“Oh,” continued Jill as she released the full breasts and reached down to grip the little reddish-brown tuft of hair on Faith’s Venus mound.  “I see that you grew your little bush back.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, you know that I adore your little carpeted pussy,” Jill said as her fingers stroked up and down in Faith’s pubic hair.  “But I think the general consensus was that your pussy should be bald.”

“And for once,” Jill continued, “I think they might be right.  You looked so sleek and elegant this summer without it.  It was so very erotic.  But we’ll let your father decide when he gets home.”

Jill reached up and gathered Faith’s long auburn hair in her hands, holding it up to expose her neck and shoulders.  Then she walked slowly around her daughter as she continued to hold the hair.  Eventually, she dropped it, letting it fall down Faith’s back.  It reached all the way to her bottom now.

“Can you kneel up here, pet?” Jill asked as she patted the top of the coffee table.  It was a long, low, rectangular table.

Faith blushed again but nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.”

She crawled onto the table and knelt on all fours.  Jill ran her hand down the center of Faith’s back, admiring the silky softness of her daughter’s flesh.  Then she stood behind her daughter and gripped one of the perfectly sculpted bottom cheeks in each hand, pulling them apart.  With all of her mother’s actions, Faith felt as if she was being inspected.

“What are you looking for, Mistress?” she finally asked.

“Nothing, precious,” replied Jill.  “I’m just getting reacquainted with my property and making sure that no marks, especially marks of ownership, have been added without my permission.”

Faith rolled her eyes.  “I haven’t gotten any tattoos, Mom… I mean Mistress.”

“And no brands either?”

“No brands.”

“Good,” smiled Jill as she released the miraculous firm globes of flesh.  “And has anyone tried to claim ownership of this body that belongs to me while you were away?”

Faith shook her head in disbelief.  Her mother seemed to think that everyone in the world went around enslaving girls.  She had even worried that a professor might try to enslave Faith once she got back to school.

That didn’t happen but she did find herself to be much more sought after this year than ever before, and she had always been a very popular girl.  She was constantly being asked out on dates by members of both genders.  And she had let herself be bedded, again by both sexes.

She attributed it to the fact that she was much more involved in the school now and, as a result, and she was meeting more people.  But she also thought that it might be at least partly because of her experience as a slave.  Maybe people could sense that her inhibitions had been worn down.  Maybe her body chemistry had changed because of the extreme hormonal levels she experienced last summer and maybe they could subconsciously sense that.  Whatever the cause, she did not lack for dates or sexual partners.

“No, Mistress.  Nobody tried to claim ownership of me.”

“That’s good, sweetie,” said Jill.  “I’m surprised, but it’s good.  You can get up now.”  Then she gave Faith a playful swat on the ass.

Faith gasped at the spank but then breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the table.  Jill moved to the sofa and sat down on one end, patting her lap.  “Come join me, precious pet.”

Faith groaned inwardly at the invitation.  Her relief had been premature, it seemed.  Obediently, she padded to the couch and, when her mother gave her the instructions, she lay down on the couch with her head in Jill’s lap.

“Now, tell me all about school.  How are your classes?  Any boys in your life?  Any girls?”

For the next hour, Faith described all of the courses she was taking and how she was doing in each of them.  She had As in all but one but she even hoped to bring that one up to an A by the end of the semester.

She told her mother that she did not have a steady boyfriend; or girlfriend.  But she had dated often and there were several who she really liked.

Jill listened intently and let her hands roam freely over the marvelous flesh of the beautiful girl in her lap.  Her daughter truly was a priceless treasure.

She slipped a finger into Faith’s sex.  It was warm and soft and wet and tight.  She loved the sensations of her precious property as Faith sucked in her breath at the sudden intrusion.  Jill knew that this weekend might be her last opportunity to enjoy this treasured slave.  Faith might choose to reclaim her life after this.  But Faith had committed to this weekend so Jill intended to enjoy her girl while she could.

“Has Daddy been looking forward to having his slave girl back?” asked Faith as she felt Jill’s finger stroking slowly in and out of her sex, sending little thrills throughout her body.

“Oh, baby,” said Jill.  “I didn’t even tell him.  I thought you said you wanted to surprise him.  I know he’s looking forward to you being home.  I’m sure he’ll be delighted that he gets his beautiful slave back too.”

“Oh, yeah,” nodded Faith.  “I did say that I wanted to surprise him.”

Chapter 2

“I’m home!” called out Jack as he stepped into the kitchen.

“In here,” Jill called back from the living room.

Jack took off his suit jacket and placed it on the back of the chair and then he pulled his tie from around his neck, draping it over the jacket.  Then he went off in search of the rest of his family.  He had seen Faith’s car in the driveway and was looking forward to seeing his daughter again.

“Oh, my,” he said as he stepped into the living room.  The view that met his eyes was surprising to him, to say the least, but it was beautiful beyond belief.

“I didn’t realize that you were working late, dear,” said Jill.  “I couldn’t wait any longer to get started.”

Jill was reclining back in one of the upholstered chairs and was naked.  She held both of her breasts in her hands and the nipples were wet and glistening, telling Jack that she had been lifting them to her lips and sucking on them.  Her face and chest were flushed, indicating that she was highly aroused.

“Don’t worry,” he replied.  “I’m glad that you started without me.”

This was a truly amazing sight and he knew that he was one of the chosen few in the history of the planet who was ever blessed to see a scene like this.  His wife was leaning back, close to orgasm.  And his daughter was kneeling between her legs, bringing her closer and closer to that orgasm.

Jack immediately noticed the same changes in his daughter’s body that Jill had noticed earlier.  Her belly, which had always been firm and toned before, was even flatter now.  Her waist, which had been beautifully narrow before, was now even tinier.  Her ass was nicely padded but seemed tighter as she knelt between Jill’s legs.  And her breasts seemed fuller, although still rode high on her chest with their firmness.  She looked like a caricature of a fuck toy.  He couldn’t imagine a feminine form that could be more desirable.

Within minutes of his arrival, Jill’s orgasm arrived.  She let out a low, throaty groan that was an indication of a really good one.  He only heard that sound when the orgasm was truly over the top.  Faith’s tongue kept moving and Jill kept groaning until finally she keened and pushed Faith’s face away from her sex.

“Oh god!” she moaned.

“Good, huh?” smiled Jack.

“Mmmm, the best.”

“Maybe I can have my turn now?” he asked.

“Mmmm, yes,” Jill responded.  “I think you’ll like her.  She improves with age.  I’ve already prepared her for you.  And the lube is on the table beside you.”

Jack glanced at the tube of lubricant on the table to his right.  That could only mean that Jill expected him to take Faith anally.  His past experiences with his daughter had taught him that he never needed lubrication when he claimed her vaginally.  She was always amazingly wet and ready for him.

He stood up and started removing the rest of his clothes.  “Prepared her, huh?”

Jill smiled back at him as she was still enjoying the remaining tremors from her orgasmic bliss.  “Mmmm, yes.  Cleaned her out inside.  Oiled her.  She should be ready for you.”

His cock was already hard by the time he pulled off his underwear.  He always enjoyed having Faith prepare him with her mouth but that would not be needed tonight.  He was sure that after a long weekend with his fuck toy, however, he would need some assistance getting hard.

He poured some of the lubricant into his hand and then stroked it up and down his turgid shaft as he watched Jill reposition their slave.  He saw his wife lead his daughter to the coffee table and then position her on all fours at one end of it.

“May I have the honor?” asked Jill as she reached out and gripped her husband’s slippery cock after he arrived at the table.

“Mmmm,” he replied.  “Please do.”

He moved a little closer and Jill positioned the tip of the cock at Faith’s asshole.  Then he leaned forward and watched his lance slice into his daughter’s bottom.  “Oh, it’s so lovely.”

“Yes,” said Jill as she kept her fingers wrapped around the shaft as it continued to slide into Faith.  Faith groaned as she felt her bottom stretched and filled.

“How did you come to own this slave again?” he asked as he pulled out slightly.  He loved to watch Faith’s ass gripping his shaft as he extracted it.  Once only the head was lodged inside his daughter’s bottom, he pushed forward again, causing her to moan as the pole filled her more this time.

“It was Faith’s idea,” replied Jill.

“Oh, really?” he said, surprised.

“Yes, really.  She told me before she left in the fall that she would be your present for Thanksgiving.”

“I can’t imagine a more perfect gift,” he said.  At this point, he was gliding in and out of his slave’s body, fully impaling her with each stroke.  Fait would gasp each time the cock was fully embedded and then would shudder each time he slowly withdrew it.

“I agree,” said Jill.  She had turned her attention to the delectable breasts that swayed beneath the slave.  She still couldn’t get over how her daughter’s perfect body had become even more perfect and desirable.  It was almost as if she had been designed to be a sexual plaything.

“So how are your plans for the summer shaping up, Faith?” he asked as he plunged particularly deep.  She let out a yelp at the extreme intrusion and then trembled as her body tried to adjust.

“Oh, Daddy,” she gasped.  “Can we talk about that later?”  He immediately spanked her luscious bottom.

“Sorry.  I mean can we talk about that later, Master?”

“We can talk about it more later,” he replied as he watched his cock emerge from her ass again.  “But I want to talk about it now.”

Faith groaned.  Currently, her entire universe revolved around the cock that was pistoning in her ass.  She wasn’t sure she could put together a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence.

But despite her lust-crazed state, she went on to describe for her father all of the things she had done so far.  She told her parents about all of the school activities she was involved in.  She described the research and how she had put together a list of companies.  And she told them about the pile of stuffed envelopes.

“And the last thing I’ll do before I come home for Christmas is mail themmmmmmmm!”  Her body tensed as an orgasm overwhelmed her.  Jill reached out and held her to support her so that she did not tumble face first onto the table.  And Jill marveled again at her daughter.  She knew how rare it was for a woman to get pleasure out of anal penetration.  It was even rarer to be able to climax from it.

“Really?” said Jack as his cock continued to plunder Faith’s ass.  Again, he was looking down and watching his shaft withdraw from the perfect bottom only to disappear again and plunge deep into his daughter’s ass.

“I’m very proud of you,” he said.  “It looks like you are taking your summer job very seriously this year.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she panted as she gasped for air and tried to recover from her climax.  “I mean yes, Master.  I am.”

Faith was kept naked for most of the long weekend and was the continuous sex toy for her parents.  Even Thanksgiving dinner was served with the beautiful daughter sitting naked at the table.  The only exception to the nudity rule was on Friday.  Faith was allowed to go shopping and have some fun with her friends who she had not seen since the beginning of summer.  But on Saturday, she was back to being the naked sex toy.  On Sunday, she drove back to school.

As she drove back, she debated whether or not she had done the right thing by agreeing to be a slave again.  It had been quite a shocker at first.  And it still felt degrading to be treated as if she was property.  But she finally concluded that she had done the right thing.  At this point, all of her sexual needs were completely satiated.  That was a good thing because she needed to focus on her exams for the next three weeks.

She was caught up in the whirlwind of exam season once she got back to school.  There were papers to complete and tests to prepare for.  Her sleep suffered but her grades did not.  Finally, she got through them and prepared to head home again.  The last thing she did before leaving the university was to mail her stack of job-hunting envelopes.

As she drove home for the Christmas break, she wasn’t sure what to expect.  She hadn’t offered to be a sex slave again.  Would they let life return to normal or would she be expected to serve them again?

But she need not have worried, as it turned out.  Her mother met her in the kitchen with a kiss and a hug and let her keep her clothes on this time.  The same thing happened when her father got home.  There was no mention of the beautiful slavegirl.  They acted as if nothing had ever happened.

It all remained normal until Christmas Eve when her mother walked into her room.  Faith was already in her flannel pajamas and was warmly snuggled in bed.

“That was Mrs. Philpott, sweetie,” Jill said as she sat down on the edge of Faith’s bed.  She reached out and stroked Faith’s flannel covered arm.  “She asked a favor of you.”

“Sure, Mom,” replied Faith.  “What does she need?”

“You, sweetie,” said Jill.

“Me?” said Faith with a furrowed brow.  “What does she need me for?”

“Well, something went wrong with one of her Christmas presents for Mr. Philpott.  She had planned on gift wrapping herself as a present to him so he would find her under the tree in the morning.  But it’s that time of the month for her and she doesn’t feel comfortable doing that now.

“So she wants to borrow you,” Jill continued.  “She wants to give you to Mr. Philpott as a Christmas gift.”

Faith gulped when she heard the announcement.  She felt a chill race down her spine.  She was going to have to be a sex slave after all, it seemed.  When was all of this craziness going to stop?

“I know you hadn’t planned on continuing your slave career, honey,” said Jill as she continued to stroke Faith’s arm.  “But it would just be this one time.  And it would be such a lifesaver for her.  Will you do it?”

Faith groaned and looked up at her mother.  “Do I have to?”

“Of course not, baby,” Jill replied.  “But she sounded so desperate.  You would really be doing her a huge favor.”

“Do you want me to do it?”

“Of course I do,” was Jill’s response.  “We like the Philpotts a lot.  But the decision is up to you.”

Faith groaned and nodded.  “I’ll do it, Mom.  When do I go over there?”

“She said she would come and get you in the morning.  She has a key and will come and wake you up.  But she’ll be here at six so you’ll have to go to sleep soon so you get your beauty rest.”

“Yes, Mother,” groaned Faith again as she rolled onto her side.  “Can you turn off the light on your way out?”

Chapter 3

“Wake up, beautiful girl,” Faith heard.  A hand was gently shaking her arm as she was dragged out of her sleep.  Jessica Philpott had let herself into the house and quietly crept up the stairs to Faith’s room.

“Wha?” mumbled Faith as she was awakening.

Jessica leaned down and kissed Faith softly on the lips.  “Merry Christmas, darling.  It’s time to get up.  You have a busy day ahead.”

Faith suddenly snapped awake as she remembered what she had agreed to do the night before.  Gone were the romantic dreams of handsome princes and moonlit beaches.  The harsh reality of another day of slavery descended upon her.

“Oh,” said Faith as she opened her eyes and saw Jessica’s beautiful face smiling down at her.  “I’ll get ready.”

“Don’t worry, cutie,” said Jessica.  “I’ll get you ready.  I still need to shower too.  I didn’t want to risk waking up Tom by showering at home.”

“Oh, okay,” said Faith.  She pushed off her covers and swung her legs out to stand up.  “Do you want to shower first or should I?”

“Let’s shower together,” was Jessica’s response.  “It will save time.”

“Okay, Mrs. Philpott.”  Faith turned toward her bathroom and Jessica followed her.  She turned on the shower to warm the water and unbuttoned her pajama top, letting it fall to the floor.  She slid her bottoms down and stepped out of them.  Jessica was naked too by that time.

“Oh my,” said Jessica as she ran her fingertips down Faith’s taut belly.  “Your mother was right.  You just keep getting more and more beautiful every day.  And she was right that you look like the perfect fuck toy.”

Faith gasped.  “Mom said that?”

“Yes,” replied Jessica as she lifted Faith’s full breasts in her hands, feeling how heavy they were now.  “She’s so proud of you.  She was telling everyone at the club how beautiful you were at Thanksgiving during our get together last week.”

Faith blushed at the revelation.  “What else did she say about Thanksgiving?”

“Not a lot,” Jessica said.  “Not many details.  Just that you had given yourself to her and Jack for the holiday and how you were a perfect fuck toy.  And she said how amazed she was at how many times your dad got hard that weekend.”

Faith groaned.  How could her mother tell all of her friends about enslaving her own daughter?  And did her mother really say that she was a fuck toy; a perfect fuck toy?  What must they think about her  They probably thought she was a slut.

Jessica stepped under the shower and pulled Faith in with her.  Then Jessica did all of the work, shampooing Faith’s hair and washing her body.  Faith was not convinced that showering together saved any time, though, especially the way Jessica was doing it.  Her hands lingered on Faith’s breasts and ass far longer than was necessary to clean her.  And Jessica’s fingers toyed with Faith’s sex in ways that had nothing to do with showering or washing.

Finally, they finished and toweled off.  “Sit on the edge of the tub, cutie,” instructed Jessica.  Faith wasn’t sure why, but she did.  The reason quickly became clear as Jessica produced a pair of scissors and a razor.

“We’ll just get you all cleaned up.”

“Must you do that?” asked Faith, knowing that her pussy was about to be denuded again.  And it had just started to grow back from the shaving she received at Thanksgiving.

“Of course I must,” was the reply.  “I want my perfect girl to be the perfect gift.”  Faith just groaned and Jessica went to work.

Faith watched in dismay as the scissors snipped away what little had grown back of her precious little bush of hair.  Then she shook her head in disbelief as she watched the razor swiping across her mound.  Within minutes, her pussy was bald again.

She looked at her new owner as she worked.  Mrs. Philpott was truly beautiful even though she seemed to go to great lengths to conceal that fact.  The towel had slipped off, revealing Jessica’s body to her gaze.  And Faith had to admire all of the woman’s feminine curves, complete with a waspish waist and full, heavy breasts that swayed as she went about her task.

When she was finished, she slipped a finger into Faith’s sex, causing the girl to suck in her breath.  Then she pumped it in and out a few times before withdrawing it.

“I just love a responsive slave girl,” said Jessica as she raised her hand to lick off Faith’s juices.  “You’re just so perfect in so many ways.  We’ll oil this up after I have the rest of you prepared.”

She led Faith to the vanity table and had her sit.  Then she blew the beautiful auburn locks dry and brushed them out until they were lustrous.  She blew her own hair dry and then applied Faith’s makeup which consisted of lip gloss, eyeliner and roughed nipples.  Faith didn’t normally wear any makeup at all and, when she did, it was only lip gloss.  Certainly she never rouged her nipples.  But Jessica had gone light on the makeup so it was not ostentatious.  Jessica did not put any makeup on herself.

“I hope these are the right size,” said Jessica as she held up the shiny steel shackles.  She fit them on Faith’s wrists and ankles, clicking them shut.  Faith noticed that a key would be needed to remove them.

“I didn’t have time to get this engraved,” Jessica said as she circled Faith’s neck with the steel band that would become her collar.  It clicked shut also, transforming Faith once again into a slave.  “I’ll make sure it has a proper inscription when we do this the next time.”

“Next time?” thought Faith.  Who said anything about a next time?  And why did Mrs. Philpott say ‘when’ instead of ‘if’?

“Just one more item,” announced Jessica as she produced two silver hoops.  She fed them into Faith’s pierced ears and secured them.  She hung a gift card from the hoop in her left ear.  The card read:  “To my wonderful husband, from his loving wife.”

“Now just let me get dressed and we’ll go home,” said Jessica.  When she was finished, she looked like a cute, if somewhat pornographic, elf.  She wore green tights under a very scant green skirt.  She had on green pointed toes and a green hat, bordered with white fur.  And for a top, she wore a tiny green vest that laced down the front.  It showed a significant amount of cleavage and Faith was convinced that the two bountiful breasts would have been totally exposed if not for the laces.

“Santa’s little helper, yanno,” Jessica chuckled.  Then she locked the wrist shackles together behind Faith’s back and gave the girl’s bottom a playful swat.  “Okay.  Let’s go.”

“Wait!” said Faith as Jessica led her from the bedroom.  “You’re taking me outside like this?”

“Of course, sweetie.  “Well just walk through the yards.  Besides, nobody will be up at this hour to see you.”

“But it’s awfully cold outside.”

“Then I guess we’d better walk quickly.”

If anyone had been up to observe the pair walking between the two houses, they would have seen a beautiful elf from the north pole leading a strikingly gorgeous Christmas present to be delivered to a very lucky boy.

Tom was still asleep when they got into the warmth of the Philpott home.  Jessica went right to work.  She positioned Faith where she wanted beside the brightly decorated Christmas tree.  She had Faith kneel with her knees spread wide.  Then she locked the ankle cuffs together and attached the wrist cuffs to those.  That resulted in Faith’s back being arched slightly and thrusting her breasts and pussy forward as if in offering.  The finishing touch was to add a green bow to Faith’s hair.

Jessica disappeared into the kitchen to make coffee.  She reemerged ten minutes later, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee.  “I’ll be back in a little bit, pet.  And be sure to address him as Master.  He’ll like that.”

“And what should I call you?” asked Faith.

“Hmmm,” pondered Jessica.  “Mistress, I suppose.  But you should call me Jessica from now on.  Mrs. Philpott makes me feel so old.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she watched the cute little elf butt wiggling up the stairs.  Fifteen minutes later, she heard two sets of footsteps descending the stairs.  She took a deep breath as she tried to mentally prepare for what lay ahead.”

“Keep your eyes closed,” she heard Jessica say.  “No peeking.”

Faith felt her heart pitter-pattering as the footsteps drew closer.  She had developed a crush on Tom when he and Jessica moved into the neighborhood years earlier.  Even now that she was older and more mature, she was still infatuated with him.  She wished that she could be with him under more normal circumstances, though.  But then again, maybe this was the best way to be with him.  She always got so nervous and tongue-tied around him.  At least as a slave, she could be with him and not be expected to talk.

“Ta da!” announced Jessica after she led him into the room.  “No assembly required.  Although you may want to insert Tab A into Slot B.”

“Oh my,” declared Tom after he opened his eyes.  His face brightened as he saw the beautiful naked girl kneeling beside the tree.  “This is my best Christmas ever.  Thank you, darling.”  Then he kissed his wife.

“You’re welcome, darling,” smiled Jessica.  “She’s all yours until tomorrow morning.  You can play with your new toy all you want until then.”

Tom walked over to where Faith was kneeling.  “Hello, my princess.”

“Hello, my master,” Faith smiled up at him nervously.  “Merry Christmas, Master.”

“Merry Christmas, princess.”  He leaned down to unfasten her bindings but found that they were locked.

“You’ll be needing this,” said Jessica as she dangled the key that was on a chain around her neck.

“Yes, I will,” said Tom.  “I want to get her unwrapped as quickly as I can so I can play with her.”

Jessica pulled the chain over her head and gave the key to her husband.  He quickly unlocked Faith’s bindings and then pulled her to her feet.  “Look at you!  You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

Faith blushed at the compliment.  “Thank you, Master.”  She cast her eyes downward, too nervous to look him in the eye, and saw the front of his robe tenting outward.

Jessica saw the tent in the robe also.  “Looks like somebody is trying to get out.”  She reached into the robe and fished out Tom’s cock, stroking it a few times.

“Would Tommy like to go swimming?” she asked.  “I know a nice warm, wet place for him.”

Tom laughed.  “Little Tommy would love to go swimming.  And I think I know the perfect spot too.”

Tom reached behind Faith and grasped her bottom cheeks, lifting her off the ground.  She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself and then he slowly lowered her.  Jessica got down on one knee and gripped the ready cock, guiding it into the girl’s swampy sex.

This was one of the things she loved about Faith.  This girl was the most responsive person she had ever met.  She really was the perfect fuck toy, just as Jill had said.

The tip of the cock was nestled between the dewy petals and he continued to lower the girl.  She sucked in her breath as she felt the beefy shaft gliding effortlessly into her sex, already sending thrills through her body.  He tilted his head forward and kissed her on the lips as he continued to lower her.  His tongue sought out hers as it forced its way into her mouth and she moaned as his cock hit bottom, filling her completely.

Jessica remained on her knee and watched as her husband’s cock speared into the teenager.  There was a time when she would have been upset, or at least jealous, over this scene.  It had been Faith’s parents who helped her get over that.  Jill and Jack had befriended them when they first moved in.  And a slow seduction of Tom and Jessica started right away.  Within six months, the four of them started sharing a bed; or three of them if one of them was out of town.

Then the other couple introduced her and her husband to their club where uninhibited couples could share their spouses with others.  There was a distinct domination and submission theme to the club but it was not a whips and chains group.  People simply surrendered themselves to whoever they chose.  At least Jessica was always doing the surrendering.

Jessica was clearly submissive.  She did not mind that though.  She did not mind at all, in fact.  It was thrilling to be “owned” by another or by a couple.  It was Jill who had helped her learn her true nature.  Jill was probably the most dominant person she knew.  Jack was a close second but Jill was clearly the most dominant.

Jessica remembered when Jill had first made her move.  They were in the Philpott’s hot tub together.  Jill and Jack had been working on Tom and Jessica for six months and had gotten them to the point where they were pretty sure that the Philpotts would become players.  Tom and Jack were playing golf on that day.  Jill ended up playing Jessica.

They were drinking wine and gabbing and laughing.  The topic turned toward sex and they shared stories.  Jill’s stories were much more interesting than Jessica’s.  Finally, Jill moved next to Jessica and kissed her deeply.  Jessica tensed but did not push her neighbor away.  Within moments, Jessica found herself naked.

“You need more experiences,” Jill had said.  “I’m going to broaden your horizons.”  And the rest was sexual history.  Jessica was still not totally uninhibited.  But she was much more sexually adventurous now.

She reached up and let her finger glide along her husband’s cock as it sliced in and out of the beautiful teenager.  She slid her fingers around the girl’s stretched love tunnel, enjoying the soft wetness.  And she decided that it was time to be adventurous once again.

She had never been dominant over anyone before.  In fact, she was not sure that she had a dominant bone in her body.  But she determined that she would try with Faith as her sub.  She couldn’t imagine a more perfect body to control.

Her fingers were now coated with the girl’s natural lubricants and she trailed them back across her perineum.  Because of the way that Tom was holding the girl, her bottom cheeks were spread wide, giving Jessica a wonderful view of Faith’s beautiful little rosebud.  She circled it with a finger, painting it with the girl’s juices.  She touched the cock again to gather more nectar and painted the asshole again.  Faith moaned at the intimate touch.  Once she saw the little pucker glistening to her satisfaction, Jessica pushed in the center.  She heard Faith moan again as her finger popped through the tight little sphincter.

Jessica stood with her finger still embedded in the girl’s bottom.  She reached around, grasping one of the bouncing breasts and held it as she started moving her finger in and out.  “How is she, darling?”

Tom broke the passionate kiss to respond.  “Divine, love.  Simply divine.  It’s like she’s molded around my cock.”

Jessica found a nipple and gripped it.  She plunged her finger all the way into Faith’s ass, eliciting another moan from the captive girl.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying your new toy,” said Jessica.  “I hope you’ll share her.  I might want to have some fun with her too.”

“Mmm, yes,” uttered Tom.  He was surprised at his wife’s tone.  She was always the one who others toyed with.  But if she wanted to play with the new toy, that was fine with him.  There were only so many times that he would be able to get his cock hard in a day.  He would need some breaks between fucks.  “She’s all yours whenever you are ready to claim her.”

Faith shuddered as she heard the discussion between husband and wife.  Her entire body was over-sexed at this point.  The cock of the man she had long had a crush on was buried deep in her pussy.  His wife’s finger was in her ass as she squeezed and rolled her nipple.  And the passionate kissing was beyond belief.  She would not last much longer before she exploded.

Tom sensed that his new toy was about to erupt.  He was too.  He watched her as her eyes seemed to roll back in her head.  Then she threw her head back and let out a long, low groan.  Her sex clamped around his shaft and that was all that he needed to throw him over the top.

Thankfully, she had wrapped her legs around his waist or he was sure that he would have dropped Faith.  She continued to moan and was lost to the world as his sperm spewed into her body.  He managed to stagger to a couch and perched her bottom on the back of it.  Jessica had let go and pulled her finger out of Faith’s ass as soon as the two started climaxing.  She watched in wonder as her husband rested his forehead on Faith’s shoulder, totally spent, as Faith’s head remained rocked back in orgasmic bliss.

Jessica waited until they both recovered.  Tom’s cock had slipped out of its warm sanctuary and Faith’s eyes looked normal again.  “Well, that looked like fun.  Is it my turn now?”

Tom grinned.  Faith blushed.  Then Tom spoke.  “Yes, it was fun.  And yes, she’s all yours now.  I’m going to lie down on the couch for a nap.  She totally drained me.”

“She must have been really good,” Jessica commented.

“Exquisite,” replied Tom.

Jessica had planned on doing this on the kitchen table but Tom would not have a chance to witness any of it if she did.  She decided to use the coffee table in front of the couch instead.  She cleared it off and then smiled at Faith.  “Lie down here, princess.”

Then she turned to her husband.  “I dare you to fall asleep.”

Faith lay down on the table, not sure what her formerly timid neighbor had in mind.  She shuddered when she glanced at Jessica and saw the hungry look on her face.  This was not the Mrs. Philpott she knew.

Jessica adjusted Faith the way she wanted, with one leg hanging off each side of the table, leaving her opened wide and available.  Then she knelt at one end of the table between the girl’s outstretched legs.

Jessica watched the sperm dribble out of the girl’s pussy, pooling on the polished surface of the table.  She reached out and glided two fingers down the very wet petals which were opened wide at this point.

Faith blushed at the intimate touch.  This was not like Mrs. Philpott at all!  The fingers stroked down and then up and then down again, keeping her labia opened and stimulated.  After a few more strokes, the fingers came together and Faith felt them sliding into her, hearing herself moan again.

“Oooo,” Faith cooed.  She didn’t expect that!  Mrs. Philpott added a finger and then all three plunged deep into her sex.  And then she let out a gasp.  A fourth finger had just joined the other three and Faith raised her head.

“Mrs. Philpott!  I mean Jessica…. I mean Mistress!”

“Yes pet?” Jessica smiled back at the girl.

Faith shuddered again when she looked at her neighbor.  Jessica had looked hungry before.  Now, she looked positively demonic.  Jessica withdrew her digits from Faith’s sex and then, one by one, licked her fingers.  Then she put them together again in front of Faith’s view, to form a cone for impaling the girl.  The last thing she did before lowering her hand from Faith’s sight was to tuck her thumb against the fingers.

Faith panted and gasped as Jessica moved her fingers in and out of her.  Thankfully, she was well lubricated.  She didn’t know why, but she was.  The entire hand popped into her body with relative ease.  Jessica pumped her fist in and out as she fluttered her tongue over her slave’s sensitive clit.

Faith had no idea how many times she climaxed while Jessica fisted her.  And she had no idea how many other times during the twenty four hours she climaxed at the hands of the husband and wife.  She was fucked and fisted and sodomized.  She had real cocks and fake cocks in each of her orifices at one time or another.  And she had a human fist in her twice.  When they finally finished using her body at the end of the day, she was wasted.

The next morning, Tom fucked her again before they sent her home.  Jessica contented herself with suckling on the precious breasts of the precious slave before she was sent back home.

Not a word was said about Christmas day once Faith was returned home.  Her parents were her parents again and she was thankful for that.

She spent the rest of her vacation catching up with friends and partying.  She was a normal college girl once again.

To be continued