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By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Chapter 13
The next year seemed to go by quickly. The son pierced Shannon’s clit one day when he seemed bored. She was used once or twice a day, and life became almost routine. Sometimes the Master had meetings at the house and sometimes the guest took her into a room and used her. Sometimes the son had friends over and they took turns fucking her before they got distracted by their Xbox that they played on a huge HD TV down in leisure room.
Then, things suddenly started to change. The Master began to watch a lot of TV. She was usually kneeling near him, her head lowered, her eyes watching the TV as well. They showed large crowds of demonstrators and images of tanks and jets. Whatever was happening in the world had created a fog of tension to descend over the household. She saw his mood begin to turn sour. He yelled often in the phone. Sometimes people would visit and he would yell at them. The son stopped showing up.
At night, they began to keep all the lights off, just lighting candles. The TV images began to grow bloody. Bodies in the streets. Burned corpses. Then she saw her President, the American president, at a podium, speaking. The Arabic translator spoke over the words but Shannon could hear some key words slip through: “international community,” “cannot be allowed,” “Human rights abuses,” and “a threat to the stability of the region.”
Her Master was furious and a look of almost fear seemed to cross his face. He turned his expression to her and jumped up. He backhanded her and she put her hands up to her face in surprise. ‘You fucking Americans! Why can’t you mind your own business” he shouted. He was on top of her and pushed her to the ground. He was so angry that she though he was going to kill her. Instead he pushed her face down and pulled out his cock and fucked her more roughly than he ever did before. She came quickly and he followed, spraying his seed inside of her.
That was the last time he saw him. She woke up the next morning and no one brought her a meal. She went outside her door which has been left unlocked after the first month. The house was quiet. She walked around and she realized through the great silence, that no one was around. She cautiously checked all the rooms first to be sure, and then she made some breakfast for herself, terrified that at any second she was going to get scolded. No one came. There was no power in the house.
She went outside and checked the barn. The two girls were in their cages. They looked up at her surprised. Their head harnesses were off but the leather straps that surrounded their body remained. Shannon looked behind her, frightened of being caught. She spoke to them. “Do you need any water or food?” They looked at her blankly. Shannon looked at the empty water bottles sitting in the cage and tried to remember the last time the son had been there. It had been a couple of days.
She looked around for water or something to carry them water in. There was nothing. She walked up to the cage door and pulled on it. It was locked. She looked around a found a key hanging on the wall. She tried it and heard it click. “There is water and food in the kitchen. No one is around. I’m not sure where they went.” The stared at her silently, no expression on their faces.
She went back to the house. She figured, if they were thirsty, they could go get their own water. It was getting stuffy and hot now. Soon it was going to be unbearable with the heat. She still had this gnawing fear that everyone would return and she would be brutally punished if she was caught outside her room.
She laid down on her bed half of the day. By noon it was unbearable. Her bed was wet with perspiration. She went to the kitchen and fixed herself a salad. The freezer still had ice in it but it was already melting. She made herself a sandwich and a glass of water. The water still worked.
After eating she realized how bored she was. It was so quiet in the house without the steady hum of the air conditioning. She wandered out to the pool. She had seen it from a distance but was never allowed to go. She looked around and then looked at the cool water. She dunked her toes in and found that it was cool. She walked around the pool, standing on her tiptoes to look over the hedges just to make sure that no one was around. She jumped into the deep in. The water was colder than she expected. She gasped as she came up for air and then giggled to herself.
She swam around and then hung from the edge, enjoying the sun, the cool water and the freedom. She tried swimming to the bottom. When she came up, she was startled by the two pony girls standing at the gate to the pool area, staring at her. She smiled at them. “The water is still cold!” They didn’t move. They looked like two deer that were ready to bolt at any second. Shannon felt bad for them. She lifted herself out of the pool and walked over to them. “Follow me.” She headed to the back door and when they didn’t follow, she grabbed one of their hands and encouraged her to follow.
In the kitchen, she made two glasses of water for the both of them. They drank the water, nearly guzzling it. Shannon refilled them and then made them salads, which they ate. She sat down and watched them. They were so pretty. The bells made them look so sexy. They were perfectly shaved like she was.
Life without power or being constantly led around and fucked was dull but having two new friends, life was suddenly grand. After they were done eating, she grabbed each of her new girlfriends’ hands and led them back to the pool. It was unbearably hot and stuffy in the house. This time she climbed up on the diving board and dived in. She surfaced, sputtering and motioned for the girls to come in. After much encouragement the two women finally got into the pool, and after some splashing by Shannon, they began to giggle and relax. Shannon found some inflatable balls and rafts. She got thirsty at some point, went to the kitchen to get water and seeing the beer in the refrigerator, took the remaining ice, put it in a cooler that she found in an adjoining room and brought out the beer to the pool.
The rest of the afternoon was like magic. Shannon discovered that they could both speak but spoke different languages. The beer loosened the inhibitions and they laughed and played like they were kids. She hadn’t had fun like this since she was enslaved and she thought, maybe never had she enjoyed life like she was now. As she treaded water, thinking of that fact, she thought maybe it was purely reflective of how hard life had been for her. The ying cannot exist without the yang.
Soon the sun was setting and streaks of warm colors filled the horizon. From somewhere far off they could hear thunder. The sound was so out of place that it sent shivers through Shannon and the pony girls looked in the direction of the sounds with wide, fearful eyes. From over the large sand dune that towered over the compound to the west, bright orange flashes filled the sky and dark smoke worked its way up to the first stars that were appearing on the horizon. Shannon decided it was best to go inside. She got out and headed back in. The pony girls followed her like lost puppies. She went around to each door and made sure it was locked.
She made them a nice meal and what she could find that didn’t need to be cooked. Things were starting to smell bad in the refrigerator. She dug around and found various different candles. She put them around the key parts of the house and lit them.
It was dark. The far away sounds of thunder came and went sporadically. She was tired and sunburned so she went to her room. The pony girls followed. Her bed was a king sized bed, plenty of room for the pony girls. She patted the bed “You can sleep here with me.”
She went into the bathroom where she had lit several candles. She brushed her teeth. She had some new toothbrushes that she offered the girls. They awkwardly brushed their teeth and looked strangely at themselves at the numerous mirrors throughout the bathroom.
Shannon blew out the candles. She decided to let one candle in the room burn. The three of them climbed into bed without turning over the covers. While the air had cooled considerably, it was still too warm for sheets. They lay there quietly. The only sound was their breathing. Shannon laid on her back and both pony girls laid to the right of her. The darker skinned one, Pony girl Number One, was laying facing Shannon. Shannon looked at her and the straps still wrapped around them. There was a web of straps that went around her chest that pushed the breast up and out. They looked painfully tight. Shannon reached out and ran her fingers over the straps, curiously how they were attached. In the back they were looped under a brass hook like a belt. She sat up and leaned over to see if she could take it off. She found that she was able to. She proceeded to remove the tight belts off the girls. They rolled over when Shannon pushed on them, indicated that she had to reach the various hooks. Soon she had them all off except the collars which had small locks on them. She threw the leather to the floor then pulled off their shiny black boots. When she was done, she laid back down.
They were really naked now and Shannon couldn’t stop looking at them. She felt herself getting excited. Normally, when she went to bed, she thought of the ways she was used during the day and then she masturbated herself to orgasm. She couldn’t do that with them there. The pony girl was so close to her. She could feel the heat from her body.
She leaned over and put her hand on the pony girl’s bare arm. She ran it up and down slowly, gauging her reaction. The pony girl just stared at Shannon. Shannon let her hand slowly run down her arm and then to the swell of her left breast. She went slower now, looking at her face for signs of anger or fear. Her hand brushed the nipple. It was swollen and engorged, so much different than her own. The areolas were large like small plates, taking up a quarter of the breast. The pony girl breathed in deeply. Shannon let her fingers make circles around the nipple, feeling the tiny bumps. They moved inward and traced the bell that was permanently pierced through the nipple. The pony girl leaned into Shannon’s hand. Her hand slowly moved forward until it was resting on Shannon’s thigh.
Pony Girl Number One moved her hand slowly, caressing, looking into Shannon’s face. Shannon cupped the breast, feeling its weight. She was more curious than anything. She had seen plenty of lesbian photos in her days surfing porn but she never considered herself a lesbian. The caress was powerful and electrifying. The pony girl’s hand slowly moved down to Shannon’s lower leg and moved up her inner thigh.
On the other side of the pony girl, Pony Girl Number Two had pushed herself up against the middle girl, her breast pushed up against her back and her arm wrapped around her stomach in the classic spoon position. She sensed the raised eroticism in the room and she slowly kissed Pony Girl Number One on her shoulders. She used her fingers to slightly rub her belly.
Pony Girl Number One’s fingers traced their way up Shannon’s inner thigh, tracing a trail leading straight to Shannon’s pussy. Her fingers traced right over it, pausing slightly to run over the pouty lips and up Shannon’s stomach. Shannon, breathing harder now, leaned forward slowly, taking her hand off the breast and reaching up to Pony Girl Number One’s face. She leaned in and pressed her lips against hers. The touch was light, the mouths slightly open. Pony Girl Number One’s hand moved up and grasped Shannon’s shoulder pulling her in. The kiss became more passionate, Shannon’s tongue coming out and darted across Pony Girl Number One’s lips. She scooted forward, her knee pressing in between Pony Girl Number Ones legs.
As the two girls intertwined, Pony Girl Number One grasped at Shannon, pulling her closer. Shannon pushed her pelvis against Pony Girl Number One, grinding against her slowly. Shannon’s hand held Pony Girl Number One’s head and she pushed her right hand underneath the pillows and fumbled around for Pony Girl Number Two. She found her shoulder and grasped at it. She pushed her knee up further, pushing up against Pony Girl Number one’s pussy, causing her to gasp, her mouth open, Shannon’s mouth pressed hard against it.
Pony Girl Number One pushed down, grinding her pussy against Shannon’s knee. Shannon could feel it, feel the wetness spread out on her smooth skin. Shannon pushed her breast up against the girl, her hand grasping tighter at her head from the back. Pony Girl Number Two moved her hands up and down, caressing both girls but then moving down the center girls back, then between her legs where she felt Shannon’s knee jammed in, pushing up against the girl’s cunt. She opened her hand and moved her fingers in through the back, letting one finger slide up through the slit, with Shannon’s knee pushing up against the top of the cunt, rubbing against the clit, she had access to the hole. She slid her finger up and down and then pushed one inside.
Pony Girl Number one cried out but Shannon held her tighter, kissing her harder. She cried out into Shannon’s open, seeking mouth. Pony Girl Number Two slid her middle finger in and out of Number one’s wet hole. She pulled out and slowly pushed in one more. With two fingers now moving in and out, her cunt formed a tight fit around the fingers. The three moaned and writhed in that tight bunch like that for a minute before Pony girl Number one began to pant and push down faster on the knee. Then she tensed and cried out. Shannon stopped kissing her and held her tight, pushing her knee up. Pony girl Number two could feel the cunt spasm and grip her two fingers. She pushed them deep and held them there.
Pony girl Number One was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. She held onto Shannon tightly and let her hands run down Shannon’s back and gripped her buttocks tightly. Pony girl Number Two slowly removed her fingers from the still quivering cunt and slid her slimy fingers down her inner thigh, then up over the leg and then reached over to try and find Shannon.
Shannon kissed Pony Girl Number one’s cheek tenderly. Pony Girl Number One used her hand to push back on Shannon then push her on her back. She rolled over onto Shannon pinning her down. She kissed Shannon roughly and then leaned in to kiss her neck, straddling her and holding her shoulders down with both hands. Pony Girl Number two scooted in, her hand snaking between the other Pony Girl and Shannon, and kissing Shannon’s shoulder. Shannon pushed up but Pony Girl Number One was too strong. She began to kiss her way down, working her way to Shannon’s breast, taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking on it. Her other hand pushed down on Shannon’s throat. She licked around the nipple, tasting it, chewing on it, trying it, then moved to the other one, slicking it up, making it swell up like the other one. Then she moved her head down, kissing her stomach, then lightly above Shannon’s pussy. Her hands follow her, working their way down from Shannon’s neck, to her breast.
Pony Girl Number two leaned in and kissed Shannon on the mouth. Shannon whimpered and spread her legs, allowing Number One to lay between them. Suddenly, Pony Girl Number two sat up and threw her leg over Shannon, straddling her face. She grabbed a handful of Shannon’s hair and pushed her cunt on top of Shannon’s mouth.
Pony Girl Number One now was in a position to kiss Shannon’s bare cunt lips. She kissed them, licked them, tasted the juices that were already seeping out of them. Shannon sex had opened like a morning flower and Number One let her tongue slide into the pinkness, sliding up and down the slit and dancing around the hood.
Pony Girl Number two’s clit ring was jiggling on Shannon’s top lip. Shannon wasn’t sure what to do. Number two held Shannon’s head with a fist full of hair and rubbed her wet lips onto Shannon’s face. Number One was beginning to lick between her legs, exposing her clit, and playing with it. This showed Shannon what she should be doing. She tried to mimic the tongue lapping but it was difficult with Number two grinding on her face.
Being so roughly handled plus Number Ones attentions was pushing Shannon over the edge. Number One slid two of her fingers into Shannon and bent her fingers upward, massaging deep inside of Shannon. Shannon pushed up and moaned. Number two was nearing her orgasm and she held onto Shannon’s head harder, almost smothering her. Shannon cried out, her cunt convulsed and she screamed into Number two’s pussy. Number two leaned forward onto the wall and shook as her orgasm swept over her. She jerked and grabbed Shannon’s hair tighter, soaking her face. She finally collapsed and slid off her back into her spot on the bed.
Then they lay there, recovering, breathing heavily. Both pony girls rolled off and they resumed their three person spoon and then drifted off to sleep.
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