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Chapter 8
“It was pretty humiliating,” Faith told her parents on Saturday afternoon after Phil and Barbara returned her to her home. “And painful too at times.”
She told them about the horse and how it dug painfully into her sex. But she also told them how she had figured out how to avoid it. All it took was immediate compliance and complete submission.
“What’s this about them buying you, Mom?” Faith asked.
Jill smiled brightly. “That’s right, sweetie. They bought both of us.”
Faith gasped at the news. “They bought me again?”
Jill nodded. “Yes, and we should be very flattered. Come look at the price they are paying for us.” Jill led Faith to the computer and brought up the website. She saw that someone named the Randalls were going to own her next week and that they had won the bidding at fifteen thousand. Then she gasped when she saw the bid for week eight.
“Fifty thousand?!?!!?!?”
“Yes, dear,” Jill smiled again. “Isn’t that flattering? Of course, that’s for both of us. Phil made that very clear. But it’s still a lot of money for just two girls.”
“Why would you let yourself get sold, Mom?”
Jill laughed. “I can’t be letting you have all of the fun. Besides, I like the Simses a lot. They make me feel all gooey inside.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “That’s more disclosure than I needed, Mom.”
Jill laughed again. “Lighten up, dear. It will be fun being slave sisters with you. I’ve never done that before.”
Faith just shook her head and left the room. She didn’t think she would ever understand her mother.
She had plans to go out with a girlfriend that night but the girlfriend called and cancelled. She wasn’t feeling well. Faith decided that was probably best. She still needed to figure out what she would tell people when they asked what she was doing during her summer vacation.
She went to her room and logged into the website. She shook her head again as she saw the outrageous prices that were being offered for her. It was especially outrageous because she didn’t even know most of them. The Philpotts still had the winning bid for week three. Her Aunt Jane was still in the lead for week six. She noticed that Aunt Ann was now bidding to own her for week seven and she shuddered as she thought about what her sadistic aunt might do to her. Thankfully, Aunt Ann was not the leading bidder but Faith knew that could change in an instant.
She had no idea who all of these other people were. It boggled her mind that they would offer so much money for her. But then again, she thought, the whole summer boggled her mind. This was crazy!
She was delivered to the Randall home on Sunday. The couple was in their early thirties and didn’t seem to have much experience with domination and submission. They fastened a metal band around her waist and her wrist cuffs were attached to that. She was kept like that the entire week and was simply used for sex.
The Philpotts were outbid for week three and were now the high bidder for week four. Faith was delivered to the Wright household for her third week of slavery. They were both in their late forties and seemed like a nice couple. But they had not bought her for themselves. Instead, they had bought her for their twenty year old son who was also home for the summer. She spent that week naked and again was simply a sexual plaything.
The Philpotts were outbid for week four and Faith was delivered to another couple who she had not met before. Paul and Elizabeth Waxwing were new to the club and Faith’s father told her that Elizabeth was a great fuck. Paul was twenty seven and was very handsome. Elizabeth was twenty four, only a few years older than Faith, and was strikingly beautiful.
Faith had hoped for a more normal week once she met the young couple. But this week was far from normal. In fact, it turned out to be the most humiliating experience of her life.
“Do you want to fuck the bitch before we put her in the kennels?” Elizabeth asked. Faith was insulted at being referred to as a bitch but she knew better than to say anything at this point.
“No,” he replied. “I don’t fuck bitches. Collar her and we’ll take her out there.” Again, Faith was insulted but again she kept her opinion to herself.
Elizabeth wrapped a brown leather collar around the slave’s neck and then attached the leash. She handed the leash to her husband and then grabbed the camera. Oh, no, thought Faith; more pictures.
“Heel, girl,” said Paul. “Down on all fours.” Obediently, Faith dropped to her hands and knees and followed Paul as he led her outside. Elizabeth followed and snapped pictures as she watched the perfect butt wiggling and the delicious breasts swaying beneath the girl.
They stopped at an empty cage at the back of the house. “Here Winston,” called Paul. Then he whistled. A Great Dane pushed his head through the swinging door at the back of the kennels and then bounded out to greet his master.
“Here’s your new bitch, boy,” said Paul.
“NOOOO!!!!” shrieked Faith as she realized what was about to happen. She pulled back, struggling against the leash as Elizabeth continued to record her fate with the camera.
“NOOOOO!” she wailed as Paul pulled hard on the leash. Faith turned out to be no match for the larger, stronger male and he easily got her into the cage with the brute of a dog.
“Enjoy her, boy,” said Paul as he turned to walk away after locking the cage door.
“NOOOOOOO!!!” shrieked Faith again as she cowered away from the dog that was salivating as it stared at her.
“I’m going to stick around and get some pictures,” said Elizabeth. Then she turned to Faith. “We’ll muzzle you if we have to. So keep quiet.”
The dog approached the whimpering Faith and was sniffing around her, pressing his cold nose to her at times. She clamped her legs together to protect her modesty as best she could but she still felt his cold nose touching her in places that should never be touched by a dog.
Elizabeth dragged a lawn chair over and sat down to watch. She wondered how long it would take Winston to claim his new mate. This should be fun, she thought.
Faith tried to stand up, thinking she would be better able to defend herself that way. But the kennel was not tall enough and she was left crouched over. This meant that she was a little off balance and it was an easy job for Winston to knock her down. After doing that several times, he grew tired of the game and finally held her down by gripping Faith’s neck in his massive jaws. Faith was terrified.
When Faith tried to move again, Winston tightened his grip and growled. Faith felt her blood run cold and stopped all attempts to escape.
The dog released his grip and then growled again each time she tried to move. After a few growls, she stopped all movement and just trembled with fear and dread.
Winston moved behind his bitch and Faith felt the cold nose, this time at her sex. Before long, she felt a long raspy tongue lapping at her sex and shuddered again. The dog moved over her, holding her in place tightly with his forelegs. She groaned as she felt his hot cock touch her petals and then felt the massive shaft thrust deep into her womb.
Click. Click. Click. Faith heard the camera clicking away and saw that Elizabeth had gotten up from her chair to get better camera angles. Click. Click. Click. The camera kept recording Winston’s claiming of his new bitch.
“Oh, look,” Jill said to her husband that night as she went through the pictures that had arrived in her email. “Our little girl has gotten into bestiality.”
Jack was standing behind his wife and fucking her as he watched the pictures flash across the screen. “Seems like such a waste of a perfectly good slave girl if you ask me.”
Chapter 9
The Philpotts finally won the bidding in week five. Faith never imagined that she would look forward to a week of slavery but she was very much looking forward to this week. For one thing, they were familiar faces. After being owned by so many strangers, that alone was welcome.
And she did still have that teenage crush on Mr. Philpott. He was so handsome as far as she was concerned. And the best part was that they did not own a dog.
Her week with the Waxwings had been positively horrifying. She was kept in the kennel almost the entire week. The only times she was brought out was when Elizabeth would bathe Winston and her. She would bring out Winston first and hose him down. Then she would lather up his coat before rinsing him off.
Then Winston would go back into the cage and Faith would be brought out to receive the same treatment. The only difference was that Elizabeth would lift her skirt after bathing Faith and have Faith lick her to orgasm.
She ate what Winston ate. She was forced by the big dog to sleep cuddled up next to him. And he seemed to have a never-ending libido. He fucked her up to ten times a day. The entire ordeal was horrible. She just hoped that it did not scar her for life.
But now, she was actually looking forward to spending a week as Tom’s and Jessica’s slave. It would be an almost carefree week and she was sure that there would be lots of sex. That was fine with her. She still swooned whenever she saw Tom. And she thought that Jessica was adorable. It was too bad that they had to part with eighteen thousand dollars of their hard-earned money. Maybe she could pay them back at a later date by being their slave for free for a week.
Delivery for this week was simple. A pair of handcuffs and a leash and collar was all that was needed. As soon as Jill was sure that nobody was watching, she walked a naked slave girl through the yards to present her to her new owners.
“I was rereading the rules for Faith this morning,” Jessica said to Jill as Faith stood nearby.
“And what did my little pet find?” asked Jill as she slowly pulled Jessica’s top over her head and tossed it aside. Faith shook her head in disbelief at the crazy world she found herself in. Jessica owned Faith. Jill acted as if they owned Jessica. The Simses acted as if they owned Jill. Faith was the only constant these days. Everybody owned her, it seemed.
Jill removed Jessica’s bra and Faith watched as her mother claimed the bountiful breasts and lifted them.
Jessica blushed as Jill unexpectedly bared her chest. “Well, it doesn’t say anything about taking her places. The club meets this week. Can we take her there?”
“Of course,” replied Jill as she gripped Jessica’s nipples and lifted the heavy orbs. “That’s a wonderful idea. It might even get more people into donating to the scholarship fund.”
Jessica giggled. “Hehe. Yeah. Scholarship fund. Right.”
“Well, that’s what it is,” said Jill as she spanked each of the breasts, sending them bouncing on Jessica’s chest. “And don’t ever mock your mistress.”
Jessica cast her eyes down. “Sorry, Mistress.”
Jill leaned down and kissed each of the punished orbs. “That’s better, pet.” Then she kissed Jessica on the lips as her hands worked on Jessica’s shorts, leaving Faith’s new owner naked and blushing.
“You have fun with your new girl, pet,” said Jill as she let herself back out the door. “And we’re looking forward to having you tomorrow night.”
“Well, no sense in bothering to get dressed at this point,” giggled Jessica after Jill had left. “I’ll just end up taking it off again when I start playing with my girl.”
Faith giggled too. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Come up to the bedroom, little one,” said Jessica. “I have a present for you.” Faith followed her naked owner and watched the shapely form move elegantly through the house and up the stairs. They ended up in the master bedroom and Jessica opened a drawer, pulling out the same steel shackles and collar that Faith had worn on Christmas day.
“I had a chance to get it engraved,” she said. “What do you think?” She held the collar up for Faith to see.
It was engraved with ornate script and read:
Faith
Philpott Property
“It’s lovely, Mistress.”
“Yes, I think it came out nicely.”
“Mistress, may I ask a question?” asked Faith as Jessica busied herself fastening the shackles around her ankles and wrists and then attaching the collar.
“Of course you may, girl.”
“My mom said something about seeing you tomorrow night? What’s that all about? Is that the club meeting?”
“Oh that,” replied Jessica as she continued to click the steel rings shut, locking them. “It’s something I promised to do for your mom over a month ago.”
“She’s having a party tomorrow night. I said I would help. I had no idea that I would end up owning you this week. And Tom’s out of town to boot.”
“This was not the best week for us to buy you,” Jessica continued. “But we kept getting outbid for the last two weeks. But don’t worry. I’m taking you too so you won’t be lonely. We can both help.”
“What are we going to do?” asked Faith.
“Get fucked, I think,” giggled Jessica as she went to the closet. She pulled out a hanger with some clothes on. “This is the outfit your mom got me for tomorrow night. So judging by this, she planned on me being a fuck toy by the end of the night.”
Faith’s eyes opened wide as she looked at the outfit. There was not much material on the hanger. It was obviously supposed to be a French maid costume but it was so scant that Jessica was sure to be nearly naked when wearing it.
Jessica put the hanger back in the closet. “Your mom’s getting you an outfit too. Come along my pretty girl. I’m worked up just thinking about it. You have to settle me down.”
Jessica led Faith out of the bedroom and then stopped in the middle of the hall. “Wait!!! What am I thinking? Come back in here.” Then she led Faith back into her bedroom and lay down in the bed, spreading her legs wide.
“Do your magic, pretty girl.”
Faith looked across the naked body, seeing again how beautiful Mrs. Philpott was. She shrugged her shoulders and then climbed onto the bed between her mistress’ legs. Quickly, her tongue went to work and she brought Jessica to a series of three orgasms.
“When are we going to eat, Mistress?” asked Faith as they lay together cuddling. “I’m getting hungry. When does Master get home?”
“Oh, he’s already gone until Wednesday,” replied Jessica. “But you’re right. We need to eat. Can you cook?”
“Do you have something I can boil?” asked Faith.
“Never mind. I’ll cook. Come keep me company.”
Jessica was not a demanding mistress so it was a nice change of pace for Faith. They ate dinner. They drank wine. They watched a movie. Both girls remained naked for the evening and the only way to distinguish mistress from slave what that one of them had a lot of steel circling body parts.
At bedtime, it was Jessica’s turn to provide pleasure. She did this with her tongue and the largest dildo that Faith had ever seen. It was a fat, flexible, long black tube in the shape of a cock and it even had a handle at the end. It was so flexible that Faith was not convinced it would even stay inside of her. But it did. And that dildo, accompanied by Jessica’s tongue, brought Faith to a pair of very satisfying orgasms. The two of them slept soundly with their limbs intertwined throughout the night
Monday was an orgasmic haze as the two girls continued to feast on one another. By the time they took their nap in the early afternoon, dildos and vibrators were scattered across the bed and night stand.
“Here are my lovely girls,” Faith heard her mother’s voice as she was awakened from the nap. Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed and was stroking each girl’s naked hip. “Are you two ready for an exciting evening?”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Jessica for the both of them. “Is it time to start getting ready?”
“You two have an hour until I need you,” said Jill. “I just brought Faith’s outfit over.” Faith lifted her head and saw the skimpy little set of clothes, identical to the ones Jessica had shown her the day before.
The two nudes got out of bed and showered together. They did each other’s hair and then they each applied their own makeup. It was one of the rare times that Faith had seen Jessica wear any makeup at all, although each of them only applied a modest amount. Finally, they were ready for their costumes.
“I might need to go home for a minute to get some panties and a bra that will work with these,” said Faith as she held up the hanger with the tiny outfit. She wasn’t sure what kind of underwear she had that would even work.
Jessica giggled. “You won’t be needing those. Jill said no underwear.”
Faith gasped at the words and then looked back at the costume. “You gotta be kidding. We’ll be positively indecent.”
“Nope,” replied Jessica. “Got it straight from the mistress’ mouth. And I think that indecent is the look she’s after.” She had already slipped into the garter belt and was sliding one of her stockings up her shapely leg.
“Well if that’s what she’s after, she sure got it,” remarked Faith as she put on her own garter belt.
Jessica giggled again. “Yep. I think that’s the whole idea. Remember, I told you that I figured we’d be fuck toys by the end of the night. I figured she just didn’t want any undergarments to get in the way of her guests.”
Faith furrowed her brow at the comment. Her stockings were on and clipped to the belt. Now she was sliding her skirt up her legs. “I think she got me the wrong size.”
Jessica walked over to Faith and slipped a finger into Faith’s waistband. “It seems like the right size to me.”
“It’s too short,” said Faith. This brought another burst of giggles out of Jessica.
“I think that’s for advertising purposes.”
Faith groaned at the response. The skirt actually was indecent. It barely covered her pussy and would completely expose her bottom every time she bent over. Even gentle movements were likely to result in naked flesh being exposed. “How many people will be there?”
“Twenty,” replied Jessica as she adjusted her blouse. “Ten couples.”
Faith groaned again at the news. “Will I know any of them?”
“Hmmmm,” Jessica pondered. “I doubt it. They’re all from the club so I know them all but I don’t think you do. One of the couples was winning in the bidding for one of your upcoming weeks, though, the last I saw. So you might get to know them real well real soon.”
The two scantily clad girls made their way through the yards to report for duty. Jill met them at the door. She was wearing an elegant black cocktail dress and Faith thought she looked beautiful.
“Okay,” she smiled. “You two are just adorable. Turn for me.” Each of the girls did a slow pirouette and then turned back to face Jill. “You’re simply delicious. I know the guests will love you.”
“Or lust us,” grumbled Faith under her breath.
“Okay,” the guests should be arriving in about thirty minutes,” Jill went on, ignoring her daughter’s complaint. “It’s just heavy hors d’oevres and drinks. The caterer is in the kitchen. And we have a bartender. Your job will be to circulate and make sure everybody gets enough to eat and drink.”
She smiled again as she drank in the sight of the two beauties who stood before her. They really did look adorable. And they looked so available. The short skirts would do nothing to protect their modesty. And the low cut tops exposed a lot of cleavage. Plus, it should be easy to scoop out a breast if one of the guests so chose.
Jessica and Faith went into the kitchen and talked to the caterer to find out how she planned to make things available. The caterer’s eyes practically popped out of her head when she saw the two scantily clad beauties. They prepared their trays with napkins and toothpicks. Then they went to meet the bartender who was practically drooling as he ogled the pair.
The guests arrived and mingled in small groups in the living room and den. The two French maids circulated among them. They were kept very busy as they delivered drinks and food and Faith had no idea how Jessica would have been able to do this by herself. Even with two of them, they were in constant motion.
Everything was relatively normal for the first thirty minutes although there were frequent racy comments or off-color jokes. Things changed quickly after that.
“I think this one is in danger of falling out of her top,” said one of the women who was holding Jessica by the wrist. “It’s making me nervous.”
“Then go ahead and release them now,” said one of the men. “Then you won’t have to worry about them falling out.”
“Good idea,” smiled the woman. Then she reached up and tugged on the scooping neckline of Jessica’s top, stretching it to each side until her breasts were exposed. When the woman released the material, the neckline pushed the two mounds together and lifted them slightly but left them completely available for viewing.
“Much better,” said the woman.
“Oh, I seem to have dropped a toothpick,” another woman said to Faith. “Be a dear and pick it up for me.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Faith replied. She looked down and then bent down to pick it up. As soon as she was bent over, however, she felt the woman place one hand in the middle of her back. The other hand started caressing Faith’s ass which had become exposed by her skirt riding up.
“Lovely girls you have here, Jill,” said the woman as she ran a finger between Faith’s bottom cheeks, causing her to tremble slightly.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying them, Grace,” replied Jill. “They’re on the menu too if you’re interested.”
“Delightful,” Grace responded. “I think I might have a taste.” Faith was led into the dining room where the woman relieved her of her clothes. Jill came along and cleared the centerpiece off the table. And then Faith was installed as the new centerpiece.
Faith noticed that she was not blushing this time. She guessed that being naked and sold and used so much must have affected her sense of modesty. She didn’t even blush as Grace leaned down and started scooping her tongue through Faith’s already wet folds.
“Delicious!” Grace declared. “And she comes pre-marinated with a wonderful juice.”
Jill smiled. “Yes, isn’t she delightful? I frequently snack on her whenever I can.”
The party quickly became an orgy after that with the two girls as the star attractions. People wandered into the dining room and started feasting on Faith’s breasts. After Grace was done snacking, Faith was pulled to one end of the table with her head bent back and Grace’s pussy at her lips. After she gave Grace an orgasm, she was pulled to the other end of the table with her butt perched on the edge and her legs being held up and wide apart as one of the male guests fucked her.
A naked Jessica was eventually deposited on the table with her and the two were slid back and forth so their mouths could be used at one end of the table and their pussies and assholes at the other end.
Everyone was naked at this point and the entire house was filled with the sounds of partygoers rutting. Someone grabbed Faith’s wrist and pulled her to her feet. He took her into the living room where he wanted to fuck her with another male.
She was amazed at the sight that met her eyes. Her naked father was fucking a woman who she had never met before. Her mother was straddling a male and riding his cock up and down as another male pounded his cock in and out of her ass. The entire house was filled with decadence.
The man lay down on the floor next to the one her mother was fucking and then settled Faith onto his cock. A second male soon filled her rectum and mother and daughter knelt beside each other being double-fucked.
Jill twisted her body and leaned over, kissing Faith as the cocks slid in and out of both of them. The kiss turned passionate and Jill claimed Faith’s breasts, squeezing them.
By the end of the evening, it felt like she had been fucked by everyone. Even the bartender had sampled her charms.
“Wow!” exclaimed Jessica as she held Faith in her arms once the evening was over. They were back in the Philpott home and were naked together in bed. “That was wild!”
“Sure was,” agreed Faith. “I can’t believe this club of yours. Is this what I should expect on Thursday night?”
“I don’t think so,” said Jessica. “It can get a little wild at the club gatherings. But usually they take it into private rooms. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
To be continued
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