Surprise! Surprise!

Chapter 8: A New Kind of Life

Their quarters were not the Spartan kind if arrangement that most people would expect. Instead, it was move like a luxury suite with a king-size bed and a spacious, well-appointed bathroom, complete with bidet, spa and sauna. “Almost like a harem,” Jane thought. They were left there to prepare themselves and were given an hour before they were expected to present themselves.

“Okay, spread ‘em, sis” said Emily as she picked up a pair of scissors and a razor. Jane just shook her head in disbelief again as she had so many times in the previous weeks.

“What are we doing?” asked Jane. “Maybe it's time to gracefully back out and apologize for inconveniencing them.”

“I'm not sure that's possible now, pip. I think that, for the next week, we are slave sisters. At this point, I would release you if I could. But I don't own you at the moment. Now do you want me to shave you or do you want to do it yourself?”

“What's with the shaving stuff?” asked an indignant Jane. “It will make us look like adolescents!”

“Trust me, babe,” said Emily as she grasped Jane's breasts and squeezed, “you will never be mistaken for an adolescent.”

Jane finally succumbed after much sighing and arguing and bitching. Eventually, she perched her bottom on the counter and let Emily denude her sex. Then she returned the favor by taking the scissors to Emily's thatch. After several minutes of clipping, she invited Emily to look, who saw that her pubic hair had been trimmed in the shape of a question mark.

“Very funny,” Emily said sarcastically. “Are you making a statement of come kind?”

“Only that we have no idea what we are doing here or why we agreed to anything this crazy.”

“Well, to set your mind at ease, you didn't agree to anything. I was the only volunteer here. Now finish up.” Jane finished snipping and then used the razor to make her friend's sex as smooth as a baby's bottom. She finished by giving the naked mound a quick kiss.

“It does look sexy on you,” conceded Jane. “And I guess you're right about me not looking like an adolescent. It just all seems so strange.”

The two girls showered together, blew each other's hair dry and then combed it out until it shined. “Having a slave sister will make this a whole lot more fun and enjoyable,” said Emily. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

“It's not as if I had any choice in the matter,” giggled Jane as she turned her chest back and forth playfully letting her nipples duel with Emily's. “And you're right. It could be fun. And I already know that it will be different. But don't you dare sign that second line. Or if you do, make sure I'm free and away from here.”

It was only noon when the two slaves stepped back into the living room again. They were surprised to find it empty and then started moving around the house in search of their owners. Finally, they spied them sitting on the porch and Emily reached for the doorknob.

“Stop,” whispered Jane. “We're not allowed to leave the house without permission.”

“Well we were told to report back to them within an hour and time's almost up!” hissed Emily.

“It must be a test of some kind then. I do know we'll get in trouble though if we open that door.”

“Well what do you suggest Miss Perfect Little Slavegirl?” asked Emily as she stood with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side.

“Wellllll,” replied Jane in an exaggerated tone, “my previous owner, who shall remain unnamed, taught me to always follow instructions. Failure to do so was generally followed by a whipping here, a spanking there, confinement everywhere. I recommend that we knock on the window.”

Jane's little dramatic performance brought both girls to stitches and they were laughing so hard that they could not control themselves. Emily accidentally hit the window with an elbow before they fell into each others arms to support one another. The tap on the window caught the attention of Bob and Emily who both got up from their chairs to see what was going on. They peered through the glass and saw the two naked girls holding on to each other and laughing hysterically.

“This could be a challenge,” observed Bob.

“But it looks like it will be a fun challenge, dear,” replied Meg.

“Ahem.”

Both girls let go of each other and stood up straight when they realized they had been discovered. “What do you think you are doing?” asked Bob in a cold voice.

“We're sorry Bo… Master,” replied Emily. “We were trying to follow instructions but got distracted.”

“So I see,” he went on. “Meg, bring them out to the post.” This resulted in their first whipping and they each made a vow to themselves to do everything possible to avoid a second one.

Meg took the two girls to a pole in the yard that had rings embedded about six feet off the ground. Each girl's wrists were tied to the rings and then Bob stepped forward snapping a long, ugly whip in the air. The first swing of his arm sent the tip of the whip crashing into Jane's bottom causing her to shriek and jump around. This was quickly followed by another whistle of the whip through the air and Emily was the one to shriek. Since their hands were fastened at the level of the tops of their heads, there was a lot of room for them to dance around and try to avoid the whip. But they quickly learned that this was a mixed blessing. While it gave them the illusion of being able to avoid the whip, it actually made them more vulnerable. Jane was the first to figure this out when the whip wrapped around her chest and snapped at one of her nipples. She quickly pressed her body flat against the pole to try to save her tender breasts from more abuse. Emily eventually figured it out also when the whip circled her hip and snapped against her newly shaven mound. Soon both girls were hugging the pole and kissing one another to try to provide solace and comfort.

“I think that's enough,” said Bob as he dropped the whip across their shoulders. “Have you learned anything?”

“I learned that I don't like to be whipped, Master,” replied Jane quickly.

“That's a good lesson to learn,” said Bob as he stroked the side of Jane's face. “And did you learn anything, Emily?”

“I learned that I prefer being a top,” she said emphatically.

“We'll see about that,” he went on. “You have another week to sort that out. In the meantime, there's weeding to do.” And for the next three hours, two naked girls knelt in the garden beds pulling up weeds. They had not been told to be silent but neither said a word.

It was mid-afternoon when they finished. They were told to shower, which they did under an outside showerhead at the barn and then were allowed to relax by the pool. “You'll get nice and tanned this week,” promised Meg. “But we need to even it out. Your backs got a lot of attention today. “Tomorrow, we'll focus on your fronts.”

The girls helped each other apply tanning oil to their bodies and then laid down on their backs in comfortable chaise lounges. Jane was sound asleep within minutes, leaving Emily alone in thought. Emily watched Jane's beautiful breasts rise and fall with each breath before letting her eyes roam lower. Despite not wanting to have her sex shaved, Emily had to admit that it created a stunning appearance, especially when Jane's body was oiled and glistening as it was now.

Emily decided that she should take stock of her situation each day so that the decision would be easier at the end of the week. So far, the decision was easy. She had been shaved against her will. She had been whipped. And she had performed three hours of strenuous labor in the gardens. “No problem,” she thought. “I can deal with a week of this but after that I'm taking my slavegirl and heading home.” Soon, she too drifted off to sleep.

That evening, Jane was selected to serve the meal. She was dressed in high heels, a lacy maid's cap, and a tiny laced apron that tied around her waist but did very little to hide anything. In fact, if anything, it made her appear even more naked.

Emily was doing serving of a different nature. Her hands had been bound behind her back and she was placed under the table. Her job was to move back and forth between Bob and Meg and to use her lips and tongue to pleasure them. And she was warned that if they did not each climax at least once then she would be punished. She took her job very seriously and by the end of the main course, had coaxed an orgasm out of Meg. She could hear dishes being cleared and hoped that her owners would be having dessert. Thankfully, she later heard Jane's heels clicking back into the room and heard the clattering of dishes as Jane served dessert. She redoubled her efforts with her head bobbing up and down, her lips and cheeks sucking, and her tongue furiously bathing and teasing the cock inside her mouth.

Emily started to panic as she heard dishes being cleared again and knew that she was running out of time. “If only I had my hands,” she thought. “I'd have him orbiting the earth by now.” But she didn't have her hands and her jaw was aching from all of the strain of continually sucking. Plus Bob did not have a small cock. It was both wide in girth and long, which only added to the strain. When she heard coffee cups being refilled, she knew that she had little time left. In a desperation move, she let the cock slide from her lips and ducked lower to suck Bob's balls into her mouth. These were larger than normal too, making it difficult to do much with them but she was able to roll them back and forth a bit and was able to flutter her tongue over the tight sac that held them. She then released them and dove back onto the cock taking it as deep as she could into her mouth. But she had only moved her lips up and down a few times when she heard a chair scraping across the floor.

“Shit!” she thought as Meg pushed back and stood. Then the cock was pulled from her lips as Bob also pushed back.

“Nice work with the balls, pet,” said Bob as he pulled his pants up and tucked the balls in. “But you failed your test.”

That night, Jane was taken to bed by the couple where she serviced them and was serviced in return until all three passed out from exhaustion. A forlorn Emily gazed out of a cage in the corner of the Hopewell's bedroom with a large penis gag stuffed into her mouth. She could only look on sadly as she watched her slavegirl being ravished by her new owners.

Chapter 9: Ponies or mules?

“Move along girls,” shouted Meg as the whip snapped above two naked bodies. Thankfully, she was just using the whip to make the sound as the two girls used every muscle that they could muster to push the plow through the earth. This was inhumane in the minds of each of the girls. Huge horses and oxen had difficulty with this task. But every time they protested or let up in their efforts, the whip would crack across their backs or bottoms.

They had only been at work for about twenty minutes but it had seemed like hours. Each girl had been blindfolded prior to the task “to let them concentrate on their chores” and had been guided by a combination of whip snaps and tugs on the bits that they wore in their mouths. This was no decorative or elaborate dressage pony day. Today, they were more like field animals with their wrists cuffed to the handles of the plow. They pushed and they pushed with sweat pouring off their bodies, being stopped frequently and redirected to plow in another direction.

Eventually, their ordeal ended and they were unfastened one at a time, only to have their wrists bound behind their backs and led to the shower by the barn. A stiff brush, some soap and plenty of cold water cleansed them and they stood shivering and trying to complain in the yard. The bits, however, rendered their complaints useless.

Finally, their blindfolds were removed and they were led back to the land that they had filled. They were shocked to see that it was just a small garden plot. After all of their work and struggles, they were sure that they had plowed up half the county.

“Would my pretty ponies like to relax for a bit?” asked Meg as she stood in front of them and bounced a breast from each girl in her palms. Both girls nodded vigorously and they were rewarded by being led to the lounge chairs again. This time, however, they were lashed down to the chairs with their legs spread and their hands cuffed to the top of the chair. Meg stayed with them for a long while and chatted as she rubbed the oil onto their fronts.

“Tomorrow, you can transplant the seedlings. I think that the two of you did a fine job with the tilling,” she said as her hands finished rubbing the oil onto Emily's face, neck and shoulders. She poured more oil into her palms and then coated Emily's breasts, taking plenty of time to tease and tweak the nipples to stiffness. “We have to protect these,” she said as she wrapped her fingers around the base of each breast and squeezed. These belong to me now, you know.”

“When she finished coating each girl, she removed their bits and then knelt in at the foot of each recliner, leaning over and flickering her tongue on each clit until the girl climaxed. Emily was rewarded first, followed by Jane. Each girl was asleep by the time Meg gathered up the discarded bridles and the bottle of oil and headed in to the house.

“How are they coming along?” asked Bob as he hugged his wife and kissed her lipsthat were coated with the juices of the two girls.

“I think they're progressing nicely,” she responded as she pressed her body against his and returned the kiss. “I don't think they know which way is up at the moment. And I'm sure they're both wishing they hadn't done this. We should talk about how the rest of the week should go. But I'm hopeful that we will own both by week's end.”

“We need to lighten up on Emily, I think,” offered Bob. “After all, she's the one who has to make the decision.”

“Maybe we lighten up on both of them tomorrow. A day of bondage and harem dreams. And the party should tell us a lot.” Meg had called a number of their special friends and three couples had accepted the invitation for the next evening. It was actually two couples and a single female. But the single female said that she would bring along a boyfriend who would be tolerant of the lifestyle.

After being awakened, the two slavegirls were taken to their quarters and were given three hours to themselves. This was an unexpected luxury and the girls could hardly contain themselves. They were locked into their suite but were otherwise free. Emily took the lead and dragged Jane to the bathroom where a bath was quickly drawn. Emily laid backing the tub and Jane laid back against Emily. The older slave reached around her slave sister and cupped the full breasts, letting her thumbs strum up and down over the stiff nipples. “I had the wildest dreams out there!” proclaimed Emily. “I'm sooooo horny! I'm going to fuck you ‘til the cows come home.”

Jane laughed. “Must have been some dream!”

“Picture yourself impaled by a HUGE cock jutting out from my crotch. I wish I had bought us that strap-on. I want to fuck you until you are babbling incoherently.”

“Mmmmm, sounds nice,” said Jane as she turned her head and kissed the inner swell of Emily's breast. “Guess you'll just have to settle for tongue action though.”

Chapter 10: A Different Maid

That evening, roles were reversed. This time, Emily was wearing the tiny apron and it was Jane beneath the table. Both girls had a glow about them from their time frolicking along. This did not go unnoticed by their owners who smiled knowingly at each other.

Jane had learned from Emily's mistake from the previous night. She started with Bob's cock, getting it nice and hard but moved to his balls letting her tongue dance over them as she suckled and rolled them. She found a sweet spot when she pushed her tongue between them, separating the two large orbs, causing Bob to stiffen and emit a grown. She vowed to remember that trick when she returned but she knew that she needed to get started with Meg. She let the balls slip from her mouth and gave the tip of the waggling cock a kiss slipping her tongue into the tiny slit at the end. Another groan could be clearly heard and she felt as if she had hit pay dirt.

Moving to Meg was more difficult than she expected with her hands bound behind her back. Bob had made her bondage even stricter than Emily's had been when he lashed her elbows together. This caused the muscles and joints in her shoulders to strain but hade the effect of forcing her chest out. “Goodness,” Meg had exclaimed when Bob had finished with his knotsmanship, “She looks like she's all breast.” Shuffling beneath the table, crouched down with her shoulders straining painfully, Jane almost toppled forward. But at last she reached Emily's parted thighs.

Instead of starting with her tongue, Jane kissed Meg up and down her sex until the petals opened. Then, she sucked on labia into her mouth and nibbled lightly up and down its length before repeating this action with its sister. Soon, Meg was quivering and it was only then that Jane curled her tongue and speared it into Meg's depths. Jane heard a gasp and thrust her tongue in several more times. Finally, it was time for the assault on the clit. Again, Jane chose not to start with her tongue. Instead, she pursed her lips and sucked the little nub into her mouth alternating with suction and release to let the clit pulse in and out of her lips. Meg was visibly writhing and started moaning at this point but Jane did not relent. She kept up her suckling until Meg's body was shaking. When she felt Meg's fingers entwine in her hair and felt Meg trying to lift her face from her crotch, Jane knew that victory was close. This is when she brought her tongue in to play and a flickers was all it took to send Meg over the edge.

Jane kissed the slick sex before starting her journey back to her master. She had to stifle a giggle, though when she heard Meg say, “Where did she learn that? That ought to be patented or something. Maybe even outlawed. Em, I thought you told me that she was strictly hetero.”

“She was, Mistress. I guess she's just a fast learner.”

“I think she might be a magician,” retorted Meg as she slumped in her chair.

Emily also had to stifle a giggle at Meg's comment. Jane meanwhile was starting her renewed attack on Bob. She started by blowing lightly on the cock up and down the length of the shaft. Then she ran her tongue on each side of the cock, wetting it, before blowing on it again. The cock twitched and bobbed in anticipation, providing encouragement to Jane.

So far, she had avoided the head other than to lightly blow on it. Now she returned to the balls, sucking in only one this time. Having one of the huge egg-shaped globes in her mouth was more manageable for her and allowed her tongue to play over its surface more. She pressed her face hard into Bob's groin and then slowly pulled her head back stretching the ball away from Bob as her tongue painted circles around the thing. Eventually, she released it letting it bounce back into place before repeating her act on its brother.

Not knowing how much time remained, she decided to get serious with the cock. She opened her mouth wide and leaned forward encircling the shaft but not touching it. The only thing that Bob could feel was the warmth of Jane's breath caressing his sensitive member until it finally bumped into the back of her throat. As soon as that happened, Jane clamped her teeth tightly around the cock, grasping it near the base. She would have preferred to catch it at the base but had never been able to bring herself to deep throating anyone. She started sucking on it as she drew her lips up the shaft, feeling her cheeks collapsing inward from the heavy suction. Then she moved her head forward and back quickly letting just the bulbous head slide in and out of her mouth as her tongue bathed it and teased the little hole at the tip.

She would lunge forward occasionally, taking the cock as deep into her mouth as possible but would always return to focus most of her efforts on the head. She was only able to lunge forward three times, however, before the shaft twitched and her mouth was filled with salty, warm fluid. Another owner was soon slumped in a chair.

After he recovered, Bob reached down and pulled Jane out from under the table helping her to her feet. “Where did you learn all of that, girl?”

“From Emily, Master,” she replied.

“Really?” Meg jumped in. “It seems that our Emily has more talents than we suspected.”

“Very well done, pet,” smiled Bob as he gave each prominent nipple a squeeze. Then he turned his attention to Emily. “And thank you for being such an excellent instructor.”

“You are welcome, Master.”

Jane's wrists remained tied behind her back but at least her elbows were released after dinner, which provided her with greatly appreciated relief. Both girls were taken to bed with the Hopewells that night. Emily was to be the sex toy this evening and she was sandwiched between Bob and Meg and ravished for hours. Jane had a more functional role. She was bound across the head of the bed and became everyone's pillow. Bob rested his head on the girl's thighs. Emily slept on Jane's belly. And Meg enjoyed a good night's sleep using Jane's full, firm breasts to support her head. And she couldn't help herself from playing with them whenever she awoke. Unfortunately for Jane, Meg was a light sleeper and Jane was awakened numerous times to find lips wrapped around a nipple suckling it.

Chapter 11: Harem Dreams and Bondage

The only chore for the girls, the next day, was transplanting some seedlings that had been started in the barn when the weather was too cold for them. Now that it was warm each day, the two girls busied themselves by giving the plants a new home in their freshly tilled garden. It took less than two hours to create rows of tomato plants and herbs.

Meg watched them while they toiled, marveling at their sleek but decidedly feminine forms. When they finished, she beckoned them to her and they quickly knelt at her feet. “You have been such good girls,” she said as she reached out to hold a breast from each slave in her hands. “What would you like to do for the rest of the day?”

They looked at her, perplexed, unsure of how to answer. Then they looked at each other hoping for some guidance. “We don't know, Mistress. Whatever you would like us to do, I suppose,” replied Emily.

Meg smiled and gave Emily's breast a squeeze. “Yes. Such good girls.”

Emily and Jane conferred for a few moments, glancing nervously at Meg now and then. They wanted to make the most of their ability to set their future but seemed unable to come to a decision for the longest time.

“We would like to swim and sun by the pool, Mistress,” started Emily after they had been in conference for a long while.

“And we, I, would like to go for a run,” interjected Jane.

And we, I, would like to have some time in the afternoon to ourselves,” finished Emily.

“Done!” proclaimed Meg. “My girls shall have their wishes. I assume that you want to end up in your room for your time together, so where would you like to start? Pool or run?”

After a bit more bickering between themselves, they decided on the run first, followed by the pool, which would let them cool down and relax before heading off to the relative protection of their room.

Meg attached new collars to their necks, which she told them would send electric shocks through them if they left the property. They believed her and stayed within the boundaries before returning to cool down and sun by the pool. It was a luxury for a slavegirl. Eventually, they returned to their rooms, bathed and enjoyed some wonderful lovemaking before falling asleep in each other's arms.

Meg looked down at her two pets seeing them as a tangled mass of intertwined arms and legs with their lips pressed together. The brown lush hair atop both heads fanned across the pillows as the two girls slept and she almost felt guilty about awakening them. But she had plans, even though the two slaves were unaware of the upcoming events. With some reluctance, she raised the crop and swung it down to catch Emily's smooth bottom only to lift it again quickly to do the same to Jane.

“Up girls!” commanded Meg. “We have a busy night ahead of us. I think a bath with this bath oil would be in order. No makeup. I want you both with a French braid. And don't bother dressing. I will be back in one hour to collect you.” With that, she left, locking the door behind her.

“What's up?” asked Jane.

“How am I supposed to know?” responded Emily. “But we better get moving if we're going to get those braids done.”

Fifty five minutes later, they had completed their assignments and were standing together in front of the mirror. “We really do look like a matched pair,” observed Jane.

“Hardly,” replied Emily. You are more top heavy than me.”

Chapter 12: The Boxes Unchecked

Meg returned on time and attached leashes to both of her girls “We have guests tonight,” she said, causing each girl to tense and pull back only to feel their collars tighten around their necks. “I expect both of you to behave and to make us proud.”

Each girl had her wrists bound behind her back and each girl had her elbows lashed together also. “Battle of the Bosoms,” thought Emily as she glanced down and saw her breasts protruding as invitingly as Jane's. Then, the reluctant slaves were led down the hall toward the voices in the living room. They each wanted to die when they emerged into the room to find Bob talking with three elegantly dressed couples.

“I present to you my finest catches yet: Emily and Jane. Feel free to enjoy them, but please acquaint yourselves with their tags first.” Bob stood proudly beside his two catches and then patted Emily's bottom, urging her forward into the small crowd.

“Oh my gawwwwd!” thought Emily as she saw every eye on her roaming over her nudity. Jane was urged forward a moment later and quickly the two slaves found themselves circled by the guests and being poked, prodded and pinched.

“One of the women, an attractive redhead in her mid-forties, reached forward and clasped the tag dangling from Jane's collar. “Ridley,” she observed. “I think I know your parents.” Jane's eyes went wide in fear as she heard the words and wondered how she would ever explain her current predicament to her conservative mother and father. “Don't worry,” the woman whispered as she tweaked Jane's nipple. “It'll be our secret.”

Then the woman turned to Bob. “Short. Simple. But very effective, Bob. It gets the message across.”

Bob smiled. “Thank you, Roz.”

“Which one gives better head?” asked a man who had claimed Emily's left breast.

“They are new enough that I haven't had a lot of time to evaluate them,” replied Bob. “But so far, I'd give them both A+.”

Emily breathed a sigh of relief at those words. She was afraid that he was going to reveal her earlier failure. She was also being very distracted by all of the hands moving over her body. It seemed that no part of her was left untouched. Even her bottom cheeks were spread for inspection back there.

“How are they with anal?” asked the man who was currently holding Emily's cheeks apart.

“Haven't gotten around to it yet,” was Bob's answer. “Keep in mind we've only owned them for a couple of days.”

“We'll have to fix that tonight,” was the response.

“Maybe,” was Bob's noncommittal reply.

“Prime property,” said a black-haired woman in her mid-twenties. “Are you planning to show them?”

“We'll have to see, Liz,” answered Meg. “We haven't quite decided what to do with them. They sort of dropped into our laps and we haven't had a chance to make any plans.”

“I'm sure they'd be winners,” Liz went on. “There's a show tomorrow night if you want to give them a trial run.”

“Oh really?” said Meg, musingly. “I had no idea. We might just have to do that.”

Emily just about jumped out of her skin as a finger stabbed into her sex followed by a second and then a third digit. Emily looked down to see the blonde woman in front of her with three fingers disappearing inside of her.

“How is she with a fist?” asked the blonde.

Meg shrugged her shoulders. “Don't know, June. Haven't gotten around to that either.”

“Mind if I see?”

“Be my guest,” said Meg as she moved around to watch.

Again, Emily's eyes opened wide in surprise as she realized what was about to happen. She wanted to scream and run but knew that she would be punished severely for that. Instead, all that she could do is look down in disbelief as a fourth finger joined the first three.

Two of the men grasped Emily's upper arms to steady her and to hold her in place as June withdrew her glistening fingers. Then, in horror, Emily saw the woman tuck her thumb against her palm and start to slowly move the assembly in and out as a little bit more of the hand disappeared inside of her with each push.

“Thankfully, she's very wet,” exclaimed June.

“They are both like that all the time,” responded Meg. “It's the most amazing thing. I call them my matched pair.”

“Well this part of the match is going to waste over here,” said a man who was currently inspecting Jane's bottom.

“Okay, Ted,” laughed Bob. “Go for it.”

Ted wasted no time and very quickly Jane found herself bent over the back of an upholstered chair. She heard a zipper being lowered and knew that her upthrust bottom was likely going to be too tempting of a target to resist. Within moments, she felt a large shaft impaling her sex and let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion. Thankfully, it had been her sex that had been entered instead of her bottom.

By this time, Emily was panting and groaning as June's knuckles were starting to spread her wide. She felt as if she were going to be split in two from the intrusion but the hand seemed to make a little more progress with each thrust. June pushed a little harder causing Emily to let out a long, low groan but allowing the hand to pop inside of her.

“Oh yes,” murmured June as her fingers started dancing over the walls inside of Jane's sex. “So soft. So velvety. So warm and wet in here.”

Emily felt her body perspiring and felt her body trembling as the fingers moved over every inch inside of her. Then a finger found her cervix and started slowly pressing against it. At first, Emily felt the pressure. Then she felt a little discomfort. Finally she felt pain as the insistent finger kept pushing causing Emily to rise up onto her toes to try to escape.

“Come back here, little one,” laughed June as she reached up, grabbing Emily's nipple and pulling down hard on it. Reluctantly, Emily returned to standing on her heels but then groaned again as the finger was successful in penetrating into her womb and in sending pain through her body.

At the very same moment, Ted had pulled out of Jane and repositioned his glistening cock at her little rosebud, pushing forward until the tip of his cock opened her bottom and slipped inside.

“Oh my gawwwwddd!” groaned each girl simultaneously as they felt the new attacks on their bodies.

June seemed content to leave just the tip of her finger within the cervix but Ted was not going to be satisfied with just partial penetration. He worked his hips forward and back until his cock was fully encased in Jane's bowels.

June decided to toy with her captive a little more and leaned forward letting her tongue flutter over Emily's exposed and erect clit. Emily's mind was totally confused at this time by the erotic thrills shooting from her clit combined with the pain and cramping from her penetrated cervix.

Jane was not confused at all, however. She just plain didn't like being fucked in the ass. She grasped at the arms of the chair and tried to pull herself forward in a desperate attempt to escape the abuse she was receiving. She was stopped by Ted who grasped her hips tightly and held her where she was.

“Move her back a bit, big boy,” Jane heard Liz say. “Give me some room to get in there and play. I'll give her something nice to focus on while she gets used to that cock.” Liz reached under Jane's belly and slid her hand down until she found the slavegirl's wet sex. Her fingers quickly claimed the slippery clit and she started strumming it as her free hand caressed Jane's back. “You are a beautiful little pet,” she cooed into Jane's ear. “Just let yourself go with it. Stop fighting it and it can even be pleasurable.”

Jane whimpered and buried her face in the cushion but felt her body already starting to respond to Liz' ministrations. June finally withdrew her finger allowing Emily to breathe a sigh of relief. Now she only had to deal with the fullness caused by having a hand buried in her sex. June started to flex her fingers and then draw them together in a fist as she also started to rotate her arm. The flickering tongue also remained engaged in it's toils moving Emily closer and closer to an orgasm.

Jane turned her head to look at her captors. Ted's eyes were closed and his face was red as he pounded in and out of her bottom. He had the look of someone close to climax and it could not come soon enough as far as Jane was concerned. Liz smiled back at her and leaned forward to kiss her as she kept her fingers moving lightly over the girl's clit. This caused Jane to blush as she realized that this captor was the same age as herself but was very clearly in a position of dominance over her. Nevertheless, she appreciated the tenderness being provided by Liz and returned the kiss enjoying the soft, lush lips against her arm.

Emily was visibly trembling at this point and the tight muscles of her belly were quivering from June's nonstop attentions. The fingers inside of her moved randomly now, sometimes stroking, sometimes flexing, always twisting in a new direction. Finally, she could hold back no longer and the orgasm swept through her body. She felt as if the top of her head was going to blow off from the intensity of the climax and, thankfully, the two men were holding her arms or she would have toppled over.

Ted climaxed at the same time as Emily, letting out a grunt as he filled Jane's bowels with his sperm. Luckily for Jane, he softened quickly and slid out of her bottom. This left her as the only whimpering soul in the room and all eyes were on her. Liz' free hand continued to stroke and caress the naked girl as the other hand tried to coax out an orgasm. It did not take much more time and Liz was rewarded by a shuddering body and a muffled groan as Jane once again buried her face in the cushions.

“That was quite a demonstration,” observed Bob. “I'm sure that my girls have learned a thing or two. Let's relax and enjoy ourselves while they gather their wits.” The two men draped Emily's body over the back of the chair beside Jane's and they all took seats, frequently glancing over to the near-comatose slaves.

“I still think you should show them,” offered Liz. “I'd be happy to take them tomorrow night if you'd like.”

“I'm sure you would,” smiled Bob. “And I'm sure you'd like to keep them.”

“Oh I would,” said Liz as her face lit up. “Are they for sale?”

“Sadly, they aren't,” replied Bob. “At least not at the moment. There are currently some contractual limitations to our ownership.”

“But I could challenge for them, couldn't I?” said Liz hopefully. “If we made a prize bet and I won, wouldn't you have to give them to me?”

“Yes, I suppose,” said Bob. “But you would have to put up a prize yourself that you could lose.”

“That's why it's called betting,” grinned Liz.

Bob sighed. “You may challenge if you wish. What prize would you offer?”

“My Edward. For a week. Against those two for a week.”

“One male for two females?” asked Bob. “That's not even close to equal.”

“Oh,” said Liz. “But Edward is trained and your two aren't.” This left Bob shaking his head in refusal. “Hmmmm. Let me think,” Liz went on as she thought. “How about my Edward for those two? And I would throw myself in on top.”

“Now that might be interesting,” Meg chirped in.

Bob was not sure about all of this. He knew that Meg truly loved having boy toys to play with but he wasn't at all sure what he would do with three slavegirls at once. He had to admit that he had frequently fantasized about having Liz naked and kneeling at his feet. She was just as stunning as Jane and Emily and, other than for hair color, would also be part of the matched set. All three girls were about the same height. All were large-breasted with tiny waists. And all three had truly beautiful faces. But how could he enjoy all three lovelies at once?

Then there was the possibility that he could lose the challenge. In that case, Emily and Jane would be out of his hands for a week. He could still finish off the remaining term of their slavery after they were returned to him because it had become common practice that “challenge time” did not count toward “contract time,” although slaves typically never learned that until they had been lost in a challenge. He was most concerned about how it might affect Emily's decision at the end of the contract. He had been becoming increasingly confident that she would commit herself, and therefore Jane, to slavery or at least extend her trial period.

Being lost to Liz, however, might scare Emily off. For one thing, it might infuriate her that she ended up spending two weeks in slavery instead of the one she agreed to. For another thing, he would lose control of how she was brought to the decision. Currently, he could manage her time in slavery and seduce her into committing her life to them. And he desperately wanted to have them as his property. But he also couldn't back away from a challenge. The best he could hope for was to make the terms of the bet so unattractive that the challenge would be withdrawn.

“That could work for me,” Bob said after considering the situation, “but with one change. If we win, we get you and your slaveboy for a week. If you win, you get Emily and Jane for a week and…”

“we get you when you return them for the duration of their slavery.”

“Whoa!” exclaimed Liz. “Are you serious? I thought my slaving days were over. I'll have to think about that one.”

Jane was the first to return to her senses and the gist of the discussion started to register for her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had already been kidnapped by one owner and then given to a second owner. Now her body was to be gambled and potentially won by a third owner. It was at that moment more than at any previous time that she realized that she really was just a piece of property to be used, displayed, bought, sold, donated and ultimately discarded in all likelihood. And it sounded like she might have her slavery extended by at least another week.

She wondered if Emily was listening and if she understood that the two of them may end up with a new owner. When she looked over at her slave sister, however, she saw that Emily was sound asleep, draped over the chair, with her bound arms sticking up in the air. She was not listening to anything.

She also wondered what Liz would be like as an owner. She was very pretty and she seemed to be very gentle. Jane remembered the soothing caresses and the calming words during the rape of her bottom. And it seemed that Liz must be heterosexual since it sounded like she owned a male slave. But it seemed so unusual that someone her age could own someone else. “Did that mean that I could own someone?” she wondered. “What would it be like to own someone? Would I even like it?”

She decided that she had better stand up or she might be accused of malingering. So she raised herself from the relative safety of the chair and stood behind it.

“Come, girl,” motioned Meg, and Jane crossed the floor to kneel at her owner's feet. Meg continued to talk with the others but also started lightly caressing Jane's cheek.

Emily finally awoke and joined the gathering. She was told to kneel in the center of the sitting area and Jane was told to join her. Their bindings were removed and they knelt back-to-back, acting as a decorative centerpiece to the ongoing discussions. Their sexual use had ended. For the remainder of the evening, they were mere ornaments.

Finally, the little party broke up and guests started filing out. Ted and his wife, June, told the Hopewells that they would be interested in buying the girls and asked Bob to name a price. Bob graciously declined.

Liz sent her boyfriend out to the car ahead of her and lingered behind. “I'm still thinking about the challenge,” she said. “I want those two. But in the meantime, please do think about showing them tomorrow night.”

“We'll think about it,” replied Bob. “And we'll also order another collar. One for your neck.”

After the guests left, Bob and Meg debated about what to do with the girls. Bob thought that they should be left together so they could sort out their future decision. Meg thought they should be brought to bed where Emily could be comforted by the owners. She argued that the recent fisting and ass-fucking would probably be the only topics of conversation if the girls were left alone and that could easily lead to them both leaving at the end of the week.

Meg's argument prevailed in the end. The two girls were brought to the master bedroom and sandwiched between Bob and Meg. Bob claimed Emily on his side of the bed and Meg curled up with Jane.

“I was very proud of both of you,” said Bob to his two captives.

:Thank you, Master,” replied Emily.

“I'm sure that you wish that some parts of the evening never happened,” he went on, “but we learned things about you. You seemed to have some pretty powerful orgasms. And I think that you probably learned some things about yourself.”

“Sure did, Master. I learned that I hate being ass-fucked!” said Jane irreverently, knowing that it would probably result in some kind of punishment.

“I'm sure it wasn't all that bad,” replied Bob.

“Not that bad?!?!?!” replied Jane. “Have you ever been ass-fucked?”

“As a matter of fact, I have,” responded Bob. “The first time was bad. It got better later.”

“Wow,” was all that Jane could say. She decided to shut up and let her body mold itself to Meg who had draped an arm across her.

“Are you comfortable, Mistress?” asked Jane, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, pet,” murmured Meg as she cupped a breast and squeezed it. “I'm doing wonderfully.”

Chapter 12: Decision

The rest of the week went by quickly. There were no more whippings, fistings or anal sex. Bob and Emily continued to enjoy frequent and varied sex with the girls. And the girls had their own gentle lovemaking when they had time by themselves in their suite, which turned out to be a late-afternoon tradition. The owners did, however, like to place the girls in predicaments from time to time.

One day, their arms were bound behind their backs. Then a rope was run from one set of wrists through a pulley in the top of the barn and down to the other girl's wrists. All of the slack was taken out of the rope and then Bob continued to tighten it. As the rope grew shorter and shorter, the bound hands were drawn into the air, causing the slaves to bend at the waist. It continued to be drawn tighter until the shoulders were straining and then they were left alone. It was a devilish torture. Each girl could reduce the strain on her own shoulders by pulling downward but that would have the affect of increasing the strain on her slave sister. They both ended up suffering together, bottom-to-bottom, standing bent over in the middle of the barn for over an hour.

On another day, Meg made good on her promise to let them experience pony play. They were each fitted with tack and led out to the corral where Meg taught them how to prance, urging their education with a long, convincing buggy whip. After they had learned how to step like a ponygirl, she hooked them up to a cart and drove them through the countryside. Meg especially enjoyed that day. Seeing two firm, naked bottoms flexing and moving in unison was a memory that she would carry with her forever. And the tiny tinkling of the bells fastened to the four nipples just added to the experience.

But the decision day finally came and since their slavery was started on a morning, the decision was set for the morning.

“Emily, we know that you have been thinking a lot about this for the past week. And we recognize that many emotions must be swirling through your mind. Have you been able to come to a decision?” asked Meg.

“Yes, Mistress, I have,” replied Emily. Jane felt her heart pounding in her chest as she held her breath. “I have had a wonderful time. You have taught me many things about myself that I never would have discovered on my own. But I cannot stay here as your slave. One of the things that I learned was that I enjoy topping too much to be a slavegirl.” Jane let out her breath as an audible sigh.

“I also discovered that I also love being a bottom, though, so if it's okay with you, I would like to return frequently to be your temporary slavegirl. But I would understand if you said no. For the time being, though, I think I want to take my slavegirl home with me.”

Bob nodded slowly. “We will respect your decision and will release the two of you. But we will be viewing this as simply a delay of your enslavement to us. We saw the makings of an exceptional slave in you and saw true happiness in your face. We will own you. But you will decide when that happens.”

“Yes, Master,” replied Emily. “Thank you. And you may be right about owning me. I don't even know myself.”

“Will you be loaning Jane to us occasionally?” asked Meg.

“I don't know, Mistress,” responded Emily honestly. “I have a lot to sort out.”

“Well you take whatever time you need, pet,” said Meg. We lobe you both dearly.”

“I love you too, Mistress,” said a tearful Emily. “And you too, Master.”

“Well now that we are both neighboring slave owners,” said Bob, “we should talk about how to use our properties together for slave training. Maybe some pony trails throughout the estates? But that can wait. You need to sort things out. And we need to find some slaves. We just lost the best two slaves possible so it might take some time for us.”

The two girls walked naked and hand-in-hand back to Emily's home. It was only ten o'clock in the morning when they walked into the house and they sat naked at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee. Despite Emily's freedom, she never donned any clothes for the duration of the day. She had become accustomed to being naked and it probably would have felt strange to wear anything. And Jane, who had been naked for over a month, also remained naked. What surprised her, though, was that she was not bound in some way. The Hopewells had removed their collars saying that they would keep them in a safe place for their return and Jane was now free of any adornment or restraint.

The two girls ambled aimlessly around the house. And then in the late afternoon they retired to the bedroom for their daily lovemaking. They fell asleep in each other's arms and awoke at dusk. Then they prepared dinner and relaxed in the living room with Emily sitting on the couch and Jane kneeling at her feet.

“I'm releasing you, pip,” said Emily as she ran her fingers through her slavegirl's hair.

“What do you mean?” asked Jane.

“Just what I said. Tonight will be your last night in slavery. Tomorrow, you go home and are free.”

“Oh,” said Jane quietly. “Just like that, huh?”

“You are too precious to be held by just one person. And you have dreams and aspirations. You mean too much to me to deprive you of those.”

“I see,” replied Jane. And then there was a long silence. Finally, Jane spoke again. “I will miss this,” she said quietly.

“I will miss it too. You were the most perfect slavegirl.”

“Can I request something?” asked Jane.

“Sure pip,” replied Emily as she patted her lap encouraging Jane to come up to the couch. Jane quickly scrambled up and soon one nude girl sat in the lap of another nude girl.

“I want to remain as your slave, Em. This has been the most amazing time of my life and I don't want to lose it. I have never felt so alive. But can I recommend some changes?”

“I'm all ears,” responded Emily.

“Well I would like to have a career. I think that I should work outside the home but that I should live here as your slave. And I do want to settle down and raise a family someday. But that can wait. But I would like to be released from slavery when I meet the right guy. Until I do though, I want to be your slavegirl.”

”What does being my slavegirl mean to you, pip?” asked Emily.

“It means slavery. No decisions. If you want to cut my hair or pierce my nipples or fist me or whatever, then I am your property to do that with. You could sell me or loan me. You could parade me naked in public or whip me in private. You could do anything you wanted. Just let me have a career.”

Emily wrapped her arms around Jane and hugged her. “And if I bought that strap-on and ass-fucked you?”

“Ewwww!” exclaimed Jane. “Even that though.”

“I love you, pip. And I accept your offer. Your body and mind and soul now belong to me.”

“I love you too,” smiled Jane. “Thank you, Mistress.”

The End