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Chapter 4
“Daddy, I’m worried,” Faith spoke into the phone at the end of January. She had hoped to have some responses to her letters by the time she got back to school, although she knew that she was unlikely to hear anything that quickly. But now it was three weeks later and still there was nothing.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jack reassured her. “It’s still early.”
“But not a single response!” Faith lamented.
“People are just getting back into the swing of things after the holidays,” said Jack. “Give it some more time.”
Faith gave it more time. She focused on her school work. The boys and girls at the university focused on her body. And still she worried.
“Daddy, I’m worried,” Faith told her father at the end of February.
“Don’t worry, baby. Maybe you should send out a second round of letters to the same companies,” he recommended. “And tell them that you’ll follow up by phone in a week.”
Faith sent out a new set of letters with her resume. She started her phone campaign the next week. Her grades were doing well. Some of the other students were doing well at getting her clothes off. And still she worried.
“Daddy, I’m worried.” It was now the end of March. She had received two rejection letters from companies. A number of others that she contacted by phone told her that they were not hiring summer help this year because of the horrible economy. A few told her that she was on a wait list and they would contact her once they determined their summer staffing needs. The rest of the companies ignored her and did not respond to the messages that she left on voicemail.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he replied to her. “I’ll start asking around.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“And your mother has an idea,” he added.
“I’m not going to be governess to the twins again!” she declared emphatically.
“No, no,” he responded. “It’s nothing like that. We know your feelings about watching the twins again.”
She went back to her school work. The other students and a couple of professors went back to feasting on her luscious body. And still she worried.
“Daddy, I’m worried,” she said at the end of April. “There’s less than a month until the end of school. I still don’t have a job.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he reassured her again. “I haven’t been able to find anything for you yet either. It’s this damned economy. But your mother did find something that will work.”
“Oh!” said Faith brightly. “What did she find?”
“Well,” he replied. “Don’t get your hopes too high. You’re still better off finding a full time job. But she has a sort of online job board. It’s only for temporary help. But it should result in employment for most of the summer.”
“Oh,” she said. Disappointment was obvious in her voice. Visions of sweeping floors and packing boxes were rushing through her head; nothing like what she had imagined for herself when she started her job search. But it would still be better than being in the clutches of her young cousins. “What’s the name? I can go ahead and post something now.”
“It won’t be open until the third week of May according to your mother,” he replied. “It really is just for summer work.”
Faith sighed. She would be home by then. Well, maybe she would find something by then. If not, at least now she had a fall-back plan.
“What about that job board that Daddy was telling me about?” asked Faith. She had arrived home for the summer an hour earlier. And she still didn’t have a job. The economy was the worst it had been in decades and companies were eliminating jobs instead of bringing on summer interns.
“Oh,” smiled Jill. “It just opened earlier this week. It’s a non-profit that provides temporary employment and creates scholarships with the proceeds. Yours would be one of the scholarships.”
“Oh,” nodded Faith. “What kinds of jobs?”
“All sorts, I would imagine,” replied Jill. “Want to see it?”
“Sure,” Faith said. They went to the computer in the study and Jill sat down at the desk. Faith stood beside her as Jill pecked away on the keyboard.
“It’s called haveabitoffaith.com” said Jill.
“That’s an odd name,” observed Faith.
Jill pressed the Enter key on the computer. A website appeared with a picture of Faith in her high school cheerleading uniform. There was only one button on the screen to click on: Enter.
“What is this, Mom?” asked Faith with a furrowed brow.
“It’s your own personal job board, sweetie,” smiled Jill. “I’ll show you how it works. She clicked on the Enter button. A new screen popped up and asked for a user name and password. She quickly filled those in and clicked again.
Faith gasped when the next screen appeared. It was a picture of her dressed as a pony girl and kneeling in the center of a barn. She was completely naked but for the straps that criss-crossed her nudity and the bridle on her head that held a bit in her mouth. It had obviously been taken the summer before but she wasn’t aware of any pictures being taken at the time.
“Mom, I don’t understand.”
“This is your job board, baby,” Jill said. “It’s broken into one week segments and people get to bid on you. It works a little like eBay.” Faith saw three buttons below her nude form: Schedule, Rules and Gallery. Jill clicked on Schedule.
The next screen was a list of weeks, thirteen in all. And next to each week was a listing of user names and dollar amounts. “This shows you the bidding history for each week,” explained Jill. “And the bidding will remain open until noon of the Saturday before each week.”
“I don’t understand it, Mom. What are they bidding on? And why was there a picture of me naked on that other page?”
“They’re bidding on you, honey,” said Jill as she scanned the page. “They are all trying to buy you for a week; sometimes more than one week. See, here the Philpotts are ahead for week 3. And your Aunt Jane is ahead for week 6. That seems to be a very popular week. Look at all of the bids we have. And the Simses are ahead for week 1 which is next week. I don’t think you have ever met them. But they’re nice people. They are friends of your father and me.
Faith was speechless as she listened to her mother rattle on. Was this what she thought it was?
“They’re trying to buy me?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes, sweetie. They all want to own you. That’s very flattering to you, I’m sure. You are a very popular girl.”
“Mom!” Faith said with exasperation in her voice. “You’re pimping me out!”
“Oh no, dear,” replied Jill. “It’s nothing like that. This is charity work. Remember that this is a non-profit. All of the proceeds will fund your scholarship. And whatever is left over will be donated to your school for scholarships.”
“Mom! I can’t believe you would sell your own daughter!”
“It’s only for a week at a time,” said Jill. “And you’ll have off every Saturday night to do whatever you want. Oh, look here. The Simons just put in a bid for next week. The Simses had better up their offer or they’ll lose out.”
Faith shook her head in disbelief. She had to figure out a way to stop this insanity. Her mother planned to sell her into slavery for the summer.
“And look at this,” said Jill as she clicked on the button marked Gallery. Dozens of thumbnail pictures popped onto the screen and she could see that all of them were of her. She was naked in all of them and was involved in some sexual act in many of them.
Jill clicked on the first one and the picture filled the screen. She was bound spread eagle across her aunt’s bed. Jill advanced the slideshow and a picture of her in profile and kneeling appeared. She had a cock in her mouth and was looking up at its owner. She could tell by the background that it was the Philpott’s house. The face on the male was not visible but she knew it was Mr. Philpott.
Other pictures showed her being fucked and taken anally. She was bound in most pictures. She was eating out another woman in one. Her breasts were bound in another. She was fisted in yet another and, although you could only see the back of the woman’s head, she knew that it was her own mother doing the fisting. Again, she was speechless.
“And each week, we’ll add new pictures to chronicle your adventures. It will be a virtual scrapbook for you by the end of the summer.”
Faith groaned and Jill clicked back to the schedule. “Oh look. The Simses are back on top. That’s a lot of money. Eight thousand dollars for the first week. But look at week 6. That’s up to fifteen thousand.”
“This is unbelievable!” said Faith in desperation.
“I know,” smiled Jill brightly. “Isn’t it great?”
“How could you do this, Mom?”
“Oh, it was no trouble,” replied Jill. “It was just my little contribution to your success, dear.”
“Here,” continued Jill. “Let me show you the rules. You can come back here and look at all of your bids and the pictures later. Oh, my! We have quite a bidding war going on for next week. You’re up to ten thousand now.”
Faith rolled her eyes and Jill clicked on the Rules button. Then Jill read the rules to her; all four of them.
“Slavery will commence at three o’clock on Sunday and will end at noon the following Saturday.”
“The merchandise will be delivered to the buyer at any destination within one hundred miles. The buyer is responsible for the return shipment.”
Faith groaned again. Now she was being referred to as merchandise that was to be delivered or shipped. How far would this nonsense go?
“No alterations of any sort will be allowed. This includes piercings, tattoos, brands and hair shortening. The merchandise will arrive minus pubic hair. Maintenance shaving below the neck is allowed.”
Faith groaned yet again. Once again, she was going to have her little bush removed. This was terribly unfair!
“No marks that last beyond the end of the week will be allowed. Be respectful of the next buyer.
“Be respectful of the next buyer?” thought Faith. What about being respectful of her rights?
“Go on,” said Faith.
“That’s it, honey,” replied Jill.
“That’s it?!?!?!?” gasped Faith. “Those are all of the rules?”
“Yep, that’s it. We wanted to give the buyers as much freedom of expression as we could so they could truly enjoy your delights.” She clicked back to the schedule page. “Eleven thousand now for next week.”
“Mom, you can’t do this,” protested Faith. “And you can’t have those pictures of me naked out on the web.”
“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” replied Jill reassuringly. “It’s a password protected site. Only we and the buyers can see them.”
“Who are all of these people?”
“Mostly just friends of ours,” said Jill. “And your two aunts.”
Faith closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. This was a nightmare! It was making last summer look like a holiday compared to what lay ahead of her.
Chapter 5
“But why do they want me?” asked Faith as her mother drove the car to deliver her to her first buyer. The final price had been seventeen thousand dollars. “I mean, they don’t even know me.”
“Oh, they know more about you than you might think. I’m always bragging about you.” Jill smiled warmly at her daughter. “And I know the Simses contacted the Philpotts to learn more about you. All of our club friends know that Jessica gave you to Tom for Christmas. I’m sure she gave you a rave review.”
Faith groaned as she learned that she had become the talk within the club. Now she was sure that they all thought she was a slut.
“And then there’s the website,” Jill went on. “How could anyone who saw you not want to own you. You’re delectable and so ripe for the picking.” This comment brought a blush to Faith’s cheeks. She was ripe for the picking?
“Do you know what I should expect with the Simses?”
“I think you should expect a lot of fun and excitement and a lot of very good sex. They are both excellent lovers.”
“You have sex with them too?” asked Faith in amazement.
“Of course, sweetie,” replied Jill, surprised at her daughter’s question. “Whenever I can. I think they’re my favorites; outside of your father and now you of course. And I’ll even sub to them. I rarely am submissive to anyone but I will be for them any time that they want to dominate me.”
“Wow!” gasped Faith. It just kept getting crazier and crazier.
“I think you’ll have a ball,” Jill started up again. “In a way, I’m kind of jealous. Maybe I’ll have to start my own website.”
Faith just shook her head and remained silent. They finally arrived at the home of the Simses. Faith had worn a simple smock for the ride and Jill quickly dispatched that and threw it back into the car. Then Jill led a blushing Faith up the front steps to meet the total strangers who had just bought her.
“Here’s my beautiful slave girl,” Phil Sims remarked as he opened the front door. What was remarkable to Faith, though, was that he was looking at and talking to her mother. “Come in and bring your package. You can leave your clothes on the hallway table and then we’ll talk.”
“Yes, Master,” said Jill with a soft smile. She nudged Faith forward past Phil whose eyes were roaming over the naked girl.
“Such a delicious little package you have brought us, girl,” said Barbara Sims. She was standing just inside the door and stopped Faith, placing her hands on Faith’s shoulders and holding her in place.
“I hope you like what I brought you, Mistress,” said Jill as she slipped out of her clothes. She tugged her shirt off and laid it on the table. She pulled her shorts and panties down her legs together and put them with her top. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra before slipping out of her sandals to stand naked before Phil and Barbara.
While Jill was undressing, Barbara had claimed Faith’s breasts. Jill turned to face her occasional master and mistress and saw Barbara bouncing her daughter’s full orbs in her hands. Faith was blushing furiously.
“We’ve heard a lot about you, pet,” Barbara said to Faith. “It’s so good to finally own you. We have been looking forward to this day.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Faith. She wasn’t sure if that was the right response but she couldn’t come up with anything better.
“We sure have,” added Phil as he squeezed Faith’s bottom cheeks with one of his hands. Faith noticed that her mother was no longer standing by her clothes. She turned her head and saw that Jill was on her knees and was leaning forward to suck on Phil’s cock which she had fished out of his trousers.
Faith was flabbergasted. She had seen her mother naked before plenty of times and even having sex with Dad. And she had seen Jill have sex with another woman before. But even though her mother had told her that she had sex with other men, she had never witnessed it before. Now she watched as the substantial shaft glided deep into Jill’s mouth.
“Isn’t she beautiful when she does that?” whispered Barbara into Faith’s ear as she maintained her grip on the girl’s breasts. Faith simply nodded her response silently as she watched the unbelievable act before her.
“She’s preparing your new master for you,” whispered Barbara. Her thumbs were now stroking along the smooth soft swells of the glorious orbs that she held, occasionally brushing across a nipple. “Isn’t that exciting?”
Faith had no idea how to reply to that question. She didn’t feel all that excited but she had to admit that it was very erotic to watch her mother suck the man’s cock. She simply nodded her response again.
Jill was surprised at what was going on. Lately, she was always submissive when she was with this dominant couple but she didn’t expect to be that way today. She assumed that she would simply deliver their new slave and then leave. Instead, she found herself naked and sucking Phil’s cock as her daughter watched and Barbara fondled her daughter. She had to admit to herself, though, that the entire scene was so wickedly erotic.
Barbara lowered one of her hands and stroked her fingers across Faith’s bald Venus mound. Jill had shaved her this morning and the skin was soft and smooth. She reached lower and trailed two fingers along Faith’s labia which were already parted and slippery with her juices. Faith would not need to be prepared at all for Phil’s cock but Barbara decided to have some fun anyways. She wanted to see just how far Jill’s submission to them went.
“He’s ready enough, girl,” Barbara said. “Now prepare our new girl.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Jill as Barbara gripped Faith’s shoulders and turned her girl so she was facing away from her and toward Phil and Jill. Faith gasped as she saw her mother crawling closer and then gasped as he mother’s tongue scooped through her sex. Barbara claimed Faith’s breasts again from behind and was stroking her fingers along the stiff nipples, toying with them.
Phil leaned against the table and watched with amusement. He did not know that Barbara was going to do what she did, but he loved it. They both enjoyed controlling the beautiful mother and now they would enjoy controlling both the mother and daughter. He slowly stroked his cock as his eyes wandered over Jill’s naked form. Then he let his eyes travel upward over the daughter’s body. She was exquisite. Her eyes were closed now and she was blushing. Barbara’s fingers elongated Faith’s breasts as she squeezed. He could tell how bountiful and firm they were. Faith’s face was stunningly beautiful and her narrow waist and flaring hips gave her a look of feminine perfection. He was looking forward to spearing into her body.
This mother/daughter set might be the answer to an issue that had perplexed them in the past. Both he and Barbara were dominant. But they had never had subs of their own. There were very few male subs in the group and none that excited them sufficiently to claim them. So claiming a sub couple had not worked for them. And the math of the pairings during club events never seemed to work out if they tried to claim two wives. But the mother/daughter set would be perfect. He started to plan to purchase Faith one more time during the summer. And he would arrange to either borrow or buy Jill for the same week. It would be expensive, he knew, but it would be the experience of a lifetime. It would be their opportunity to live out several fantasies at once.
“She should be ready enough for me now,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” Jill responded. Her tongue had been curled and she was knifing into Faith’s honey pot. But she stopped immediately at Phil’s words and backed away, settling her bottom on her heels.
Barbara led Faith to the table and moved Jill’s clothes to the landing. She had Faith face the table and rest her hands on the surface. This left Faith staring into a mirror that hung on the wall above the table.
“Oh god,” thought Faith as she saw her reflection. She could also see the two clothed dominants behind her. And she saw her mother being helped to her feet by Mrs. Sims who placed Jill in front of her and claimed Jill’s breasts just like she had just been doing with Faith. All three of them could see her now. It was embarrassing to see the three sets of eyes upon her. And she realized that they were still in the front hallway. Who has sex in a hall?
Phil stepped behind her and swiped the tip of his cock up and down a few times, enjoying the slippery wetness. Then he had another idea that was inspired by what his wife had just done with Jill a little earlier.
“I need the other girl here to assist me.”
“Go to your master, pet,” said Barbara. “And then return to me when he is finished with you.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Jill.
“Guide me into the girl,” Phil told Jill. Phil assumed that Jill would balk or at least be humiliated at having to assist him in the fucking of her daughter. But, while he knew her pretty well, he did not quite understand how decadent she really was. She did not find the job distasteful at all. Instead, she was thrilled to be able to steer the spear tip to the warm tunnel of Faith’s awaiting sex. It would let her witness, up close, the claiming of a slave by a master.
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and once again the head was swiped between the wet folds of Faith’s sex. Faith shuddered and saw herself blush as she realized her mother was now guiding the cock that was about to penetrate her. Mr. Sims was watching her reaction and smiling at the humiliation of the girl whose hips he held. Mrs. Sims was watching her reaction and enjoying the rosy blush of the perfect girl who was about to be fucked by her husband.
Phil crouched his knees a bit to let Jill get the right angle. He inched forward a bit as Jill positioned the head of his cock. Then, as he straightened up again, the cock slid into their new slave until it was completely embedded in her. Faith moaned as it pushed its way into her body and then gasped and rose up onto her toes once it was fully seated.
“Go back to your mistress, girl,” he told Jill.
“Yes, Master,” replied Jill. She was disappointed that she would not be able to stay and watch, close up, the intimate act. But she obediently rose to her feet and went back to Barbara, repositioning herself as she had been before. Barbara immediately reclaimed Jill’s breasts and then all three of them watched Faith’s reactions in the mirror as Phil pounded in and out of the girl.
“Our new girl looks delightful,” whispered Barbara as she played with Jill’s nipples and watched Faith being fucked by her husband. “But you’ll always be my prized possession, pet.”
Jill felt erotic thrills rushing through her body at all of the stimulation. Everything about the scene was highly arousing to her. Watching Faith being taken by Phil, the surprise claiming of herself by the couple, being naked and controlled by Barbara, and now the older woman toying with her sensitive nipples was all combining to overheat her. She was close to a climax of her own.
The Simses were older than her. Phil was in her early fifties and Barbara was forty nine. They were both, however, youthful in their appearances and their behaviors. Jill was highly attracted to both of them and loved it when they assumed control of her. And they were both wonderful lovers which she also loved about them.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Jill whispered back.
Faith’s breathing was becoming ragged. She had dropped her head and groaned but Phil grasped her hair and pulled her head back up to force her to watch herself in the mirror. His other hand moved from breast to breast, toying with them as he continued to piston in and out of her body.
Phil sensed that Faith was close to orgasm. He was too. He continued to pound into her but he was going to time his release to hers. “Look at the beautiful slave that I now own,” he whispered into her ear.
“Ohhhhhh!!!” Faith gasped. Her orgasm struck her as she heard her master’s words. Phil erupted inside her body a moment later. Jill was not far behind. Once everyone had settled down, Barbara had Jill clean her husbands cock with her mouth, which she tucked back into his pants once she was finished.
“Dear, could you take our new slave into the living room?” Phil asked. “I am going to send our other girl on her way now.”
“Yes, dear,” replied Barbara. Then she smiled at Faith. Come, girl. And try not to drip on the carpet.” Faith’s face erupted in crimson at the instruction as she felt the master’s seed dripping down her thighs already.
Once the two had left the hallway, Phil turned the still naked Jill to face him. “We are going to buy the girl again this summer. And we intend to buy you for that week also.”
Jill blinked. “Master?”
“Yes,” he nodded. He now had her nipples captured between his thumb and fingers and he was rolling them back and forth. “We will be buying you for that week also.”
“You will be able to see by our bid later tonight which week we want her,” he continued. “Clear your calendar for that week. We will be claiming you too.”
Jill thought that was a little presumptuous. But her body was betraying her as Phil’s boldness and domination sent wicked erotic thrills through her. She never would have believed that submission could be so arousing to her.
“Yes, Master,” replied Jill as she closed her eyes submissively.
Phil used Jill’s nipples as handles to pull her toward him. He kissed her passionately and then released her nipples. He gave her a hard swat on the ass. “You may get dressed now. We will send the first pictures tonight. And our new bid will be posted later in the day.”
Chapter 6
“How did it go?” asked Jack once Jill got home again. “That took a lot longer than I expected. Were there problems?”
“Noooooo!” keened Jill who was still highly sexually charged from the visit. “No problems at all.”
She went on to describe the delivery of Faith to her new owners and how they had claimed her in addition for a few hours. Then she gave him a moment by moment account of what had happened.
“Oh, it was so thrilling,” she said as she took a break from her description at one point. “I was on the verge of orgasm the entire time.”
Then she told him about the closing conversation with Phil and how he said he would be buying Faith again. “And he said he was buying me for that week too.”
Jack smiled. “And how did that make you feel?”
“I almost climaxed again on the spot.”
Jack laughed. “This is a new side to you. I think I like it. I may have to take advantage of having two slave girls in the house. But how does your sale work?”
“He said he would be placing a new bid on Faith later today. I was to understand that the price included me and that I was to clear my calendar for that week.”
“And are you okay with that?” asked Jack.
“Mmmmm, yes,” cooed Jill. “I’m more than okay with it. I don’t know what it is about that pair, but they just turn me liquid inside.”
“Let’s take advantage of that liquid state, then,” said Jack. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Last one there’s a rotten egg,” laughed Jill as she darted up the stairs, tossing off her clothes as she ran.
They made love. No, they fucked. There was an animal intensity to their sex and they rolled around in bed until they were sweaty and exhausted.
“I guess I’ll have to make other plans for that week,” said Tom as they cuddled together afterward. “Maybe I’ll borrow Jessica for part of the week. I wonder who else I could get.”
“Hey, let’s go check the website,” said Jill as she remembered that pictures were going to be emailed to her for posting on the website. They went together, naked, back down to the den and sat as Jill logged into her email. An email from Phil had dozens of pictures attached.
“Well that one sure isn’t going on the website,” said Jill as she opened the first one. It showed her sucking on Phil’s cock to get him ready for Faith.
“That one’s not going up either,” she said about the second one. It showed Jill’s face buried between Faith’s thighs as Barbara played with Faith’s breasts. “I wonder who took these. I didn’t even see a camera.”
“Nope,” she commented on the third one. Jill was kneeling and aiming Phil’s cock into her daughter’s sex.
“Ooooo, this is a good one!” In this picture, Phil was holding Faith’s hair, forcing her to look into the mirror with his cock partially buried in her sex.
That one and all of the rest were loaded onto the website. They showed Faith in a variety of exciting poses. She was kneeling before Phil and Barbara in one. She was bound, straddling the horse in another. She was being fucked again by Phil and another one showed Barbara fucking her ass with a strap-on. She was giving Phil a blow job. She was eating Barbara’s pussy. In yet another, she was bound to an X-shaped cross and Barbara was holding a flogger. Faith’s breasts were a bright pink indicating that they had been the target of the flogger. The final one showed Faith kneeling in a cage with nothing but a bowl of water and a blanket.
“Looks like our girl is having a fun time,” commented Jack.
“I’ll bet the cage was a surprise to her, though,” said Jill.
“Let’s see if they have picked a week yet,” said Jack.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Jill. She clicked on the Schedule button.
Jill gasped immediately as soon as the screen appeared. The bid for week eight stood at fifty thousand dollars, far exceeding any other bid for any week.
“Nobody’s going to top that one,” Jill said. “I guess I better clear my calendar.”
“So you’re going through with this?” asked Jack.
“You bet,” replied Jill. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll talk to Tom and Jessica to arrange a little fuck bunny for you for that week.”
As her parents were looking at her pictures and the latest bid for her body, Faith was curled up on her blanket, shaking her head in disbelief. She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her.
The sex was good. It was very, very good, in fact. Her mother had been right about the Simses being very good lovers. Even when she wasn’t being fucked, they had kept her highly aroused and bordering on the edge of orgasm.
But was she really going to be owned by a series of fifty somethings for the summer? She couldn’t believe that she was going to be owned at all but she already knew that she would be. Each week already had multiple bids for her body. But that just didn’t seem fair to her.
And she couldn’t believe that more lewd pictures of her would be added to the site as the summer went on. That, she thought, was really degrading. She would have to talk to her parents on Saturday to see if she could at least stop the photo album or gallery as her mother called it.
The day had been a short one. She had been delivered to her new owners at three o’clock. Her mother had stayed until five or six. And then she had endured a seemingly endless stream of indignities as she was fucked and whipped and forced to sit on the horse.
She was only on the horse for about five minutes. But that was painful enough. They had bound her wrists behind her and they had bound her ankles to the sides of the horse. Then they had raised her wrists behind her back, forcing her to lean forward because of the strain. This resulted in her sex supporting all of her weight on the cruel, tapered top of the horse. And it felt like her clit was being crushed against the wooden beam.
If they could accomplish all of this in a few short hours, what would happen to her if they had a whole day available to use her as their sexual plaything. She shuddered as she tried to imagine the degradations that lay ahead of her.
“I think it’s time for my little fuck slave to service me again,” said Jack as he stood up from the computer.
“Watch it, buster,” replied Jill as she punched his arm playfully. “I might submit to them but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to be enslaved by anyone else.”
He swatted her naked ass. “Upstairs, girl. Your master is going to use you again.”
Jill yelped but scurried out of the room and up the stairs with Jack following close behind, delivering several more spanks to the wiggling ass.
Chapter 7
Monday was much of the same for Faith. She was frequently used throughout the day for sexual pleasure, although they were always diligent to ensure that she received at least one orgasm with each session. Sometimes, there were multiple climaxes.
She was placed on the horse several times, each time for a longer period than the previous one. It was midway through the day that she realized something. They never corrected her or admonished her or gave any indication that she had done anything wrong. But she finally realized that she was being punished.
Each time that she would hesitate at a command, she would be taken to the dreaded thing. She would be locked onto it just like she was the first time and she would have her clit crushed as the edge dug into the tender petals of her sex. The most recent sentence was for twenty five minutes. By the time she was released, she was sure that her sex had been ruined and she was sobbing uncontrollably.
As soon as she realized the relationship between the hesitation and the punishment, she stopped hesitating. She quickly complied with each command, regardless of how distasteful it was to her. She vowed to be the perfect slave girl so that she could save her clit from being crushed.
That night, as she lay in her cage, she shook her head in disbelief at how she was behaving. She had been reduced to eating out of a dog bowl, swallowing Phil’s urine as he peed into her mouth, and reaming her owners’ assholes without hesitation. She hoped that this experience was not scarring her for life. She hoped that she would still have some willpower and dignity left at the end of the summer.
As she lay in her cage, Jill was standing, bent over at the waist and reviewing the latest batch of pictures that Phil had sent her. Jack was standing behind her, idly sliding his cock in and out of his wife’s pussy, as he looked over her shoulder and watched her scroll through the pictures.
“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Jill as she got to one. “Is that what I think it is?”
The picture showed Phil standing in front of a kneeling Faith. His cock was soft and he was holding it with the tip only about an inch from her lips. A stream of yellow liquid could be seen extending from the tip of his cock into her open mouth.
“He’s peeing into her mouth,” said Jack in amazement.
The next photo was obviously shot only moments later. In this one, Phil’s cock was in her mouth and Faith had her lips wrapped around it. Her cheeks were puffed out. The third one from the series showed that her throat had shifted and she was obviously swallowing. There were several more, either showing her cheeks puffed out again nor showing Faith in the act of swallowing.
“Oh my gosh,” blurted Jill as Jack continued to glide in and out of her sex. “She’s swallowing his piss!”
“Our little girl is growing up fast,” commented Jack. “But are you still sure that you are up to a week of slavery with them? Somehow, I can’t picture you guzzling pee.”
“Oh, I’m sure they wouldn’t do that to me.”
Tuesday turned out to be different for Faith. The first change was that she did not have to eat out of a bowl like a dog. She knelt beside Barbara’s chair as the mistress fed her breakfast. That was a very pleasant change. She still had to endure the indignities of having her naked body stroked and caressed as her owner fed her, but it was still a huge step up in her mind.
After breakfast, she did get whipped by Barbara’s flogger. But Faith had already determined that the floggings were not meant as punishment. They stung a little but were not really painful. She realized that Barbara just did this because she liked the way that Faith’s skin pinkened so nicely. This time, it was her bottom that was turned rosy.
The next surprise was Barbara’s announcement to Phil as she was removing Faith from the cross after the flogging. “I think I’ll take our girl for a walk today. She could use the fresh air and exercise.”
“Have fun, dear,” replied Phil. “I’m just going to stay here and get some work done. It looks like a nice day, though.”
Faith was elated with the news. It would be good to get outside. And she was especially excited to be able to wear clothes. She had been naked since she arrived at the house two days earlier. But it turned out that Barbara had other ideas. She fastened a collar around Faith’s neck and attached a leash. Then she led her girl out the back door wearing nothing but a collar; not even shoes.
They walked for a couple of hours along little paths and over streams. Faith had no idea where they were or even if they were still on the Sims property. If they were, she thought, the place was huge.
They chatted as Barbara led her girl through meadows and forests. Barbara was full of questions and Faith answered them all without hesitation, regardless of how embarrassing it was. She was determined to avoid the dreaded horse at all costs.
“How did you first become a slave?” asked Barbara. That story was an embarrassment but Faith quickly described how she had been hired as a governess for her two cousins the summer before and how they had captured and enslaved her.
“Governess? How old were they at the time?”
“Fourteen, Mistress.”
“Ooooooo! Isn’t that wickedly delicious?”
“What type of cock do you prefer?” was another question late on in the walk. Faith had no idea how to answer that but she started talking immediately so that she couldn’t be seen as hesitating. She finally managed to conclude that medium sized ones were her favorite. Long ones hurt her when they hit her cervix. Fat ones made it uncomfortable when they stretched her too much. And small ones failed to excite her.
“And how do you like my husband’s cock?”
Faith blushed at that question. She could not imagine that very many women in the history of the world had ever been asked that question by another woman.
“He’s a little long for me sometimes, Mistress,” was the response. “It’s okay when he takes me from the front. But when he takes me from behind, he hits my cervix sometimes and that hurts.”
“Yes, I know what you mean.”
“I think maybe I’m just too tiny for him, Mistress.”
They paused from time to time to sit on a rock together. Barbara always held her girl when they did this and would caress Faith’s body and enjoy it.
“What was the most humiliating thing that you’ve experienced so far in your life as a slave?”
“Well the whole website auction thing is pretty humiliating,” Faith responded. “But probably the most humiliating was last summer when my aunt invited my mother to see my slavery and to participate. I thought I would die.”
“Yes, I suppose that would be pretty embarrassing.”
“What has been your biggest surprise?” was another question.
“Oh, Mistress,” replied Faith. “There have been so many and they have all been big. The most recent was on Sunday when I saw my mother submit to you and Master. I have never seen her like that before. I have only seen her as dominant.”
“She’s a precious pet to us,” said Barbara. “Were you shocked that we had her lick you?”
“No, Mistress,” Faith responded. “She has licked me before. And I understood that you wanted to make sure that I was ready for Master.”
That response surprised Barbara. She wasn’t surprised that Jill had licked her daughter. She knew that her friend enslaved Faith from time to time. But she was surprised at how Faith had simply taken it in stride as part of the scene.
“Well, as I said, she is a very precious pet to us,” Barbara said. “In fact, we have bought her for a week later in the summer.”
Faith gasped. “You bought her? I didn’t know that she was for sale.”
“Everything is for sale at the right price, pet.”
“I have been asking all of the questions so far, girl,” said Barbara after they had walked for another ten minutes. “I’ll shut up for a bit. What would you like to ask me?”
Faith thought for a brief moment but didn’t want to be seen as resisting asking the question. “Why did you buy me, Mistress?”
Barbara raised her eyebrows and stopped to see if Faith had a mocking expression on her face. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
Faith opened her eyes wide at the response. “No, Mistress. Honest.”
“Hmmm,” said Barbara, convinced that the question had been sincere. “Well, that answer has many parts. First, we bought you because your master and I are complete libertines. Do you know what that means?”
Faith nodded. “Yes, Mistress. I do.” She only knew that because that was how her mother described herself. She had looked the word up in the dictionary after her mother had used it.
“We are totally decadent,” Barbara continued. “We love to break societal norms and owning a slave is surely breaking the norms of what is considered decent behavior. That’s one of the reasons we belong to the club where we met your parents, too. That is outside of the norms.”
“Second, we love to bring a second woman to our bed. It’s such a thrill to have another soft, warm, cuddly body in bed.”
“Third, we have heard so much about you from your mother; about how you have become their slave and about some of your adventures in slavery. We wanted to give you some additional adventures.”
“Finally, you are gorgeous. You are the girl who everyone would want to own. So we bought you and own you now.”
Faith blushed furiously at the last two points. She hadn’t realized how much her mother had talked about her slavery. And it always made her uncomfortable when people talked about how pretty she was.
“Mistress!!!” Faith whispered loudly. “I see someone!!”
Barbara turned in the direction that Faith was looking. “Oh, that’s Charlotte. Let’s go say hello.”
Barbara tugged on Faith’s leash as she walked in the other person’s direction. Faith was not about to hesitate but she was sure her mistress must be making a huge mistake. “Mistress,” she hissed. “I’m naked!”
Barbara chuckled. “Yes you are, pet. But don’t worry. She’s just another girl.”
“Char!” called out Barbara as they drew closer. Faith cringed as she saw the other woman turning her head in their direction.
“Hey, Barb,” replied the woman. “What’s that ya got with ya?”
Barbara waited until they were across the fence from Charlotte before responding. “This is my pet. Her name is Faith.”
Faith saw the woman running her eyes over her body. Charlotte appeared to be in her late sixties. Her hair was white and her face was wrinkled. She was wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt that she had torn the sleeves off of. She held a pair of pliers in her hand and had obviously been working on the barbed wire fence that separated her from Faith and her owner.
“Nice filly ya got thar,” said Charlotte with an accent that made her sound like a hillbilly to Faith.
Barbara reached down and patted one of Faith’s bottom cheeks. “She is. We are enjoying owning her.”
“Come down to the gate and I’ll let you in,” said Charlotte although to Faith it sounded more like “cum don tada gittin all litcha en.”
Barbara tugged on the leash again and Faith cringed. There was no way in her mind that this could have a good outcome.
“Glory be,” said Charlotte once she let them through the gate. “Wouldja lookie at that. Mighty fine filly. We used to have some fillies. This is until Lester passed. Sold’em I did after he died.”
Faith remained silent. Barbara raised her eyebrows at Charlotte’ remark. “You owned girls?”
“Dozens, we did, over the years. Had three of um at the end.”
“I had no idea,” said Barbara. It was amazing what you don’t know about people, she thought. Charlotte was her closest neighbor, even though she lived over a mile away from the house. And she never would have guessed that Charlotte had owned slaves in the past.
“Had to sell ‘em,” said Charlotte. “Too much upkeep.”
Charlotte reached out and grasped one of Faith’s breasts with her bony, wrinkled fingers. “Are these for real? Is she a breeder or somefin?”
Faith gasped at the cold touch. Barbara had to stifle a chuckle at her girl’s response but had to raise her eyebrows at the question. “A breeder?”
“Yup, a breeder,” said Charlotte as her fingers manipulated the firm mound. “We kep a few breeders over the years. Lotsa work to milk ‘em. But it uz worth it. Good milk.”
Faith blushed at the comment. Barbara laughed before replying. “No, she’s not a breeder. At least not yet. And yes, those are for real. She’s one hundred percent pure, natural girl flesh.”
“No way!” declared Charlotte. She released the breast and fished a pair of glasses out of her shirt pocket. Once she had them perched on her nose, she leaned down and inspected Faith’s breasts. She lifted them in her bony hands as she peered at them. Finally, she gripped the two nipples and lifted the heavy breasts, looking at the soft swells beneath.
“Glory be,” Charlotte said again. “They is fer real, aint they? Ya got yerself a blue ribbon one.”
Barbara laughed at that comment. “Yes, she’s a definite keeper.”
Faith was turning all shades of crimson at this point. And then her face took on a whole new brightness as Charlotte pried open her mouth. The woman grasped the girl’s tongue and pulled it out. Then she peered into the slave’s mouth, inspecting her teeth. It was so humiliating.
“Fine chestnut mare,” said the old woman as she ran her bony fingers through Faith’s hair. “This is the one Lester and me looked fer. A hounds age we looked. Wanted ta start a new line of chestnuts, we did.”
“Oh?” asked Barbara. There seemed to be much more to her neighbor than she ever imagined. “So you bred your girls for more than their milk?”
“Wanted to, dearie,” replied Charlotte. “But we wanted chestnuts. This mare woulda bin perfect.”
“If you still have your stud, we could mate him with Faith,” said Barbara. Faith gasped and stared wide-eyed at Barbara, shocked at the suggestion.
“Aw shucks, cutie,” said Charlotte. “He’s a bit long in da tooth now. ‘Sides, I don’t need no colts or fillies underfoot at ma age.”
Charlotte was running her hands down Faith’s arms, squeezing the flesh occasionally. Barbara watched as her neighbor inspected the girl so professionally.
“Lester woulda loved this un,” Charlotte said with a sigh. “He loved the big titted ones like this. Used ta sneak out ta the barn and sample dem when he thought I weren’t watchin’.” She giggled. “I knew zackly what he was up ta.”
“Hell, I used ta sneak out ta the barn too,” Charlotte giggled again. “Nothin’ like a good filly tongue to brighten the day.”
Charlotte returned her attention to Faith’s breasts. The cute slave looked down as the old woman held her soft mounds and glided her fingers over them. I don’t have big tits, thought Faith to herself.
“Come over for dinner tomorrow night,” said Barbara. “We hardly ever see you any more. And maybe you can enjoy a little filly tongue while you are there.”
Faith blushed again at Barbara’s offer. She couldn’t imagine being forced to service someone so old. The image in her mind was disgusting.
Barbara finally said goodbye after the old woman agreed to dinner. Then she led her chestnut filly off to continue their walk. By the time they got home, they had been walking for four hours.
There were two more surprises on Tuesday for Faith. She spent no time at all on the horse. She had learned her lesson and always immediately obeyed.
And she spent the night in her owners’ bed instead of the cage. She didn’t even mind that Barbara suckled on her nipples all night long. The soft warm bed was much better than the cage, even if the constant sucking kept her aroused through the night.
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