A Week of Harmony

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

Harmony Collins had been looking forward to this weekend for a long time.  As an alumnus of Wardham College, she was very involved in reunions and other school events.  This weekend was the “Old Girl” Hellenic Games.  She had only missed one of these alumni events since graduating some twenty years earlier.

Wardham College was founded in 1911 as a women’s college to “develop the leaders of tomorrow.”  Indeed, their alumni included a former US Senator, several congresswomen, three ambassadors, multiple CEOs, mayors and presidents of non-profit institutions.  There was even a head of state of a South American country who had been a Wardham girl.  The college was living up to its goals.

By 1920, sororities had sprouted up and they became the social core of the college.  The college officials decided to take advantage of this new social network and introduced the Hellenic Games in 1922.  Since the sororities considered themselves to be Greeks, they quickly adopted the Hellenic Games.

The first games were loosely based on the Olympic games of the ancient Greeks.  There were track and field events and wrestling matches.  There were swimming competitions and skill events such as archery.

Two things led to their change over time.  The first was the college administrators realizing that these games were not supporting the college’s mission.  The games were fun and they tested athletic prowess, but they did not build leadership.  The second was that attendance was dwindling.  The girls had better things to do than to spend a fun day competing for a trophy that meant nothing.  By 1925, several of the sororities had dropped out of the games and only about twenty percent of the membership of the remaining sororities participated.

In 1925, the Hellenic Games were changed to pit one sorority against another at a time.  This one-on-one competition got the leadership of the sororities engaged, which furthered the cause of the college.  It also drove participation back up.

For twenty years, the games continued as an Olympic style competition.  The college administrators backed away from running the game because the “Greek Council” was running the show so well.  The Greek Council consisted of the presidents of each of the sororities.

In 1947, the Greek Council decided to change the games into a “capture the flag” competition.  Two sororities would compete against one another as two armies.  The Hellenic Games remained roughly in this format to this day.

The rules of the matches changed over time.  The college administrators did not like some of the changes and tried to intervene.  The solution to the interference was to find a location off campus where the games could be held without the rules that the college wanted to impose.  In 1968, Baldsworth Park in central Virginia became the new home for the games.

Some of the rule changes were designed to make the games more exciting.  Instead of tagging an opponent, the opponent had to be held for thirty seconds.  Then, bindings were added.  Once an opponent was subdued and bound, she had to obey.  The flags were replaced with passwords.  People were capturing the flags too quickly.  By having to extract a secret password from the opponent, the length of the games were extended.

When the password rule resulted in some games with no winner by nightfall, the games were extended into Sunday by nightfall.  They turned into thirty six hour events.  Since some girls would surrender early to avoid having to run around all day, a rule was added that made all captives at the end of the game slaves of the winning team until the scheduled end of the game on Sunday night.  This provided motivation to actively avoid capture and to try to capture the opponent.  The uniform was altered.  Rules of interrogation were introduced.  The games turned out to be a fertile ground for cultivating future leaders.

The college tried to step in multiple times over the years.  Each time, they were rebuked by the Greek Council.  The games were no longer a college sanctioned event and the sororities were not about to put up with interference.

For five weeks during the spring, the sororities would compete.  On numerous other weekends throughout the year, alumni would return and compete for old times sake.  Girls ranging in age from twenty two to sixty two would select the games that suited them best and compete.  It was a tradition that all Wardham girls valued and cherished. 

The Old Girl events were fashioned after the Hellenic Games in which the sororities competed against one another.  They started by maintaining the sororities as the basis for teams but quickly evolved.  Some sororities drew many more sisters than others and the lopsided wins caused changes in the way the games were organized.  Over the years, various themes were developed and introduced.  Also, a lottery system was created to make sure that attendance was sufficient for each of the matches scheduled throughout the year.

For the lottery, each Wardham girl, as the alumni considered themselves, would identify which theme games they would want to participate in and they would rank them according to level of interest.  If there were some that held no interest, then they would just place an X in that blank.  They would also indicate which weekends were not available for them.  For some of the games, they had to indicate which weeks would not work.  The computer would then take everyone’s input and would develop a game schedule that best met everyone’s needs.  This was not an easy task since there were over two thousand Wardham girls participating each year.

The themes for the games were only limited by the imaginations of the alumni.  And, since Wardham girls tended to be very bright and ambitious, imagination was one thing that they had in abundance.  Two themes were always on the schedule.  The first was “the Original Hellenics.”  This theme included various Olympic style events and was structured like the original games at Wardham.  The other regular was “Today’s Hellenics.”  In these games, the alumni competed under the same rules that the sororities used today.

Harmony’s daughter, Destiny, had competed for her sorority three weeks earlier so Harmony had been tempted to enter “Today’s Hellenics.”  But that was too tame for her.  Even at the age of forty one, she still had a wild streak in her.  She had been born to two love children in the era of “peace, love and understanding” which had since been renamed the era of “sex, drugs and rock and roll.”  She had been raised as a free spirit by her free spirit parents, hence the name Harmony.  She remained a free spirit today.

She had settled down a bit over time.  She had gotten married, fresh out of college and remained happily married to that same man today.  That demonstrated at least a little bit of maturity.  She was the mother of two beautiful daughters.  Destiny was eighteen and was a freshman at Wardham.  Faith was sixteen and was finishing her junior year in high school.  Having children had certainly settled her down.

After leaving Wardham, she had gotten her masters degree and gone to work in the nonprofit sector where she had demonstrated substantial organizational and fundraising skills.  She had risen quickly and currently was the Executive Director of the World Children’s Health Foundation, a nonprofit dedicated to delivering quality healthcare to millions of underserved children worldwide.  She had definitely matured since her Wardham days.

Despite all of the responsibilities, she still had that wild streak in her.  She was still a free spirit.  At forty one, she had the face and body of a twenty five or twenty six year old.  In fact, people frequently mistook her as Destiny’s sister.  That always embarrassed Destiny but Harmony loved the mistake.  At pool parties, she was the one who always seemed to be the one wearing the scantest bikini.  She was the one who always seemed to be causing people to blush with her off-color comments.  And she was always the one who people seemed to migrate toward.  She was not trying to seduce anyone.  She was not trying to act like a slut.  She was just being herself:  a beautiful, energetic, free spirit.

So, being the wild child that she was, Harmony picked one of the other themed events this year.  She had a number of options to choose from.  Some involved different technologies.  The sororities had tried and abandoned paintball guns and electronic capture tags but the alumni still had game weekends where these capture techniques were used.

At least once each year, husbands were involved.  The husbands who participated were considered camp slaves. They were not allowed to go out in the raiding parties but were available to service horny members of the team.  They were also very useful in interrogating lesbians from the opposing team.  Many times, the simple act of slipping the head of a penis between the labia was enough to get the opponent to give up the password.  Harmony had brought her husband as a camp slave the year before.  He had thoroughly enjoyed being available for use by the women and would be willing to return.  But his schedule this year was too uncertain to allow him to commit to any specific weekends.

There was a native American theme this year.  As Harmony read the description, she thought it sounded like fun.  Instead of the toga-like outfits of the Hellenic Games, the participants would be dressed as female Indian braves, complete with war paint.  This one was called “Tribe Wars.”

There was always at least one weekend each year for the “Lost Fig Leaf Games.”  As the name implied, these games were played in the nude.  Harmony had participated in these a couple of times in the past.  It was exhilarating for the successful leader and wife and mother of two to be streaking through the woods completely naked but for the sneakers she wore.

There were several other themes that Harmony had to select from but one in particular caught her attention.  The “No Return Games” were new this year.  In this game, there would be no password.  The object of the game was to catch girls.  The team that captured all of the other team’s girls would win.

There were to be no prisoner exchanges in this game. Once captured, you would remain captured unless your team captured or drove off the guards who were keeping you.  Even then, it was not a given that you would be freed.  If your teammates overran the enemy camp where you were being held prisoner, they could either free you and let you rejoin the battle with them or claim you as their prisoner.  So you could end up being a prisoner of your own team.

Once the last girls from a side were captured, there would be an auction.  All of the women from the losing team plus potentially some members of the winning team would be sold.  The buyers would own their slavegirl for a period of one week.  The owner could take her slavegirl anywhere on the globe that she wanted but had to provide return transportation at the end of the week.

Since there could potentially be more slaves for sale than there would be buyers, each of the sororities had been invited to participate in the auction.  The proceeds from the auction would be given to the Greek Council, which represented each of the sororities, for the purpose of funding the Hellenic Games and the Old Girl Games into the future.

Harmony selected the No Return Games as her first choice.  Regardless of whether she won or lost, the money would go to a cause that she felt very strongly about.  Plus, the prospect of having a slavegirl for a week was thrilling.  She had already selected an island resort named Shackles that catered to dominants and their submissives and planned to take her girl there.

There was always a sexual air about the games.  There was not lovemaking, at least not during the games themselves, but there was plenty of sexual tension, touching and even kissing.  During college, Harmony had belonged to the Sigma house, which had been and still was a lesbian sorority.  She always considered herself to be bisexual but her time as a Sigma allowed her to study and appreciate the female body.

There was also a chance that Harmony would be the one being sold at auction.  Even that prospect sent little thrills through her body.  She considered herself to be a dominant but she did enjoy being an occasional submissive.  In fact, she would be a slavegirl for the week if she lost.  That sent waves of excitement through her.  She would not even mind being purchased by one of the sororities as long as it was not the Lambda house where her daughter was a pledge.  But she thought it would be unlikely that one of the sororities would pick an old broad like her.  They would more likely select one of the newer alumni.

There were a few limits to the No Return Games on top of the limits that had already been established for the Hellenic Games.  One limit was no aftermarket sales.  A purchased woman could be loaned to others or shared but she could not be sold to another third party.  No naked travel was another limit.  The purchased woman must be allowed to wear clothes to and from wherever she was to be held captive for the week unless private transport was provided.  Then, nudity was allowed.

There was also the standard warning that people should remember that these are games and that games should be fun.  “If you plan on buying a slavegirl,” said the brochure for the games, “then remember that it is your responsibility to keep her entertained and to make it fun for her.”

Harmony drove through the Virginia countryside on her way toward Baldsworth Park, where the games were to be held.  In the back of the minivan was a cage which she planned on using to transport her purchase to the airport.  There, a private jet would take her to the island.

As she drove, she wondered what kind of group these games would attract.  Each theme seemed to draw a different crowd.  The Old Hellenics tended to attract the older alumni.  The games utilizing technology tended to be populated by middle age women who did not want to do so much running.  Harmony realized that her age qualified her for middle age but she did not yet look or feel middle age.

Would the average age be older or younger than her?  She suspected younger.  Would they be the athletes?  Would they be single or married?  Would they be lesbian or bi?  She could not imagine that any heterosexuals would elect the No Return Games, although she could never be sure.  Sometimes, the devout heterosexuals let themselves go all out during the Old Girl Games and do things that they had never even dreamed of doing.  It was a time to explore fantasies for some and discover new worlds for others.

She pulled into the hotel parking lot.  Most of the players would be spending the night here.  The rest would be arriving early in the morning to catch the buses that would take everyone to the games.

Chapter 2

As always, there was a mixture of new and familiar faces.  Harmony had showered and changed before heading downstairs for dinner.  The Greek Council was hosting the barbeque for the alumni and most members of the council were in attendance.

Harmony should not have been surprised that she constantly met new Wardham girls at these events.  Despite having attended the games for twenty years now, there were new Wardham girls being produced each year as each graduating class moved out to conquer the world.  Plus, there were thousands of Wardham girls out there and she was only exposed to sixty to eighty of them each year.

She spotted Kristi from last year.  The girl had been twenty five at the time, only three years out of school.  Harmony captured Kristi in the mid afternoon of the first day of the game.  Within minutes, Harmony’s team won the match and, by the rules, anyone from the losing team who was captive when the game ended became a slave until eight in the evening on Sunday.

So Harmony owned the beautiful, petite, redheaded Kristi for the next twenty eight hours.  This was the year that Harmony’s husband participated in the games but, once the game was won, he was no longer considered a camp slave.  To celebrate his emancipation, he took his wife and her beautiful slavegirl back to the hotel where the three of them enjoyed a three way orgy until they passed out.  Then they resumed the orgy on Sunday morning, pausing only to eat or sleep.

“Hiya, slavegirl,” said Harmony as she approached Kristi.  She wrapped her arms around the younger girl and kissed her.  “How are you?”

Kristi hugged and kissed in return but then stepped back with her brow furrowed.  “We’ll see who’s a slavegirl this year.”

Kristi reached out and placed a palm on the outside of Harmony’s breasts, pressing them inward and squeezing them together.  “I’ve been thinking about these for the past year.  After this weekend, they’ll belong to me.”

“Ha!” retorted Harmony.  “We’ll see about that.  Besides, what if we’re on the same team?”

Kristi kept her hands on Harmony’s breasts.  Nobody else around them took any notice of their intimate behavior.  One of the advantages of the Hellenic Games was that it made one very comfortable with her own body and very accustomed to intimacy.  Kristi moved her palms over the sides of Harmony’s 38C breasts, enjoying the way the untethered mounds moved and yielded to her touch.  Harmony had not worn a bra so her breasts moved freely beneath her white sundress.

“If you are on my team, all I have to do is hope you are captive at the end of the game.  That throws you into the slave pool.  And I plan on buying you,” explained Kristi.

“You are so cute, girl,” said Harmony as she reached out and tweaked Kristi’s left nipple through her blouse.  She too had gone braless.  Harmony found the younger girl’s B cup breasts to be delightful and perfectly shaped and would not mind owning them again.

“Well, I brought a big checkbook,” continued Harmony.  “And I’ve already filled out the subject line.  This check is written out for the purpose of buying a beautiful but big-mouthed redhead.”

“Ha!” snorted Kristi.  “Mine is for a beautiful, blonde, big-breasted bimbo.”

“Oooo!!!  I’ll get you,” said Harmony in mock outrage as she tweaked Kristi’s other nipple.  “Bimbo, huh?”

Kristi just nodded her head and shrugged.  “Beautiful…” she trailed her fingers down Harmony’s cheek.  “Blonde…” she reached out with both hands and tucked Harmony’s long hair over her shoulders.  “Big breasted…” she placed both hands beneath Harmony’s breasts and lifted them.  “And bimbo…” she quickly tweaked both of the older woman’s nipples and then giggled.

“It’s great to see you, Harmony,” said Kristi after they had finished with their girlish kidding around. “I really have been thinking a lot about you for the past year.  I’m glad that we got picked for the same weekend.”

Harmony smiled and gave the younger girl another hug.  “I’m glad we ended up on the same weekend too.  And I have thought about you a lot too.  I loved being with you last year.”

The two of them chatted for a long while.  One of them attended Wardham in the 80’s and the other in the 00’s.  One was a Sigma and the other was a Delta.  But they were both Wardham girls.  And one had owned the other for a brief moment the year before.  It had made them close.

“Sister Harmony?” they heard as they chatted.  Kristi and Harmony both turned toward the voice.  They saw an even younger woman, obviously one of the current students.

“Yes, I am Sister Harmony.”

The girl smiled.  “I am Sister Jessica.  I am the current president of the Sigmas.  I heard that you would be here and I was hoping to be able to talk with you.”

“Should I leave?” asked Kristi.

Harmony placed her hand on Kristi’s.  “No.  Stay.”  She turned back to Jessica.  “I’m all ears.”

Jessica took a deep breath.  “First, I want you know how hard we tried to get your daughter to become a Sigma.  We were very disappointed that we failed and I’m sure you were disappointed also.”

Harmony just nodded slightly.  “Continue.”

“As I’m sure you are aware, she became a Lambda,” Jessica went on.  “We met them in the games three weekends ago.  I wanted to personally tell you how incredible Destiny is.  We are even more dismayed that we did not get her to become a Sigma.  She is amazing.  All of the Sigmas refer to her as the magician now.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows.  “Magician, huh?  How so?”

“I only know parts of the story.  And since it happened during a games weekend, I can only share some of those parts.  I’m sure that you remember the rules about confidentiality.”

Harmony nodded again.  “Yes, I remember.  I would not want you to violate a trust.”

“Thank you,” replied Jessica.  “I will tell you this much.  The Lambdas developed a new strategy for the games this year.  Destiny was at the forefront of that strategy.  Thanks to your daughter, the Lambdas captured all but two of our scouts and were on the verge of winning.  Destiny would just magically appear time after time and tackle our scouts.  Then, her two teammates would finish the capture.  It really was magic.”

“I understand my daughter was captured during the games,” said Harmony.

“She was one of three targets that we selected before the games began,” replied Jessica.  “She is a cupcake.  She was captured along with the other two cupcakes.  But that is as much as I can tell you about the games.”

“I understand,” said Harmony.  “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“You are welcome, Sister Harmony.  You truly do have an amazing daughter.  Good luck in the games tomorrow.”

“Well, that was interesting,” said Harmony after Jessica walked away.  “A cupcake.  And a magician.”

“What does all of that mean?” asked Kristi.

“Well, a cupcake is a very desirable woman,” replied Harmony.  “Sigmas love to eat cupcakes.  I just never thought about Destiny in those terms.  I’m not sure what to make of the magician stuff, though.  It sounds like it goes beyond capturing scouts.  I’ll have to ask her.”

“Your daughter must be beautiful if they consider her to be a cupcake,” said Kristi.  “Beautiful just like her mom.”

Harmony reached out and trailed her finger down Kristi’s cheek.  “Thank you, dear.  Where are you staying tonight?”

“Right here,” replied Kristi.  “Oops.  That reminds me.  I should check in before I lose the room.”

Harmony took Kristi by the hand and led her back to the reception area.  “Let’s take care of that room for you,” she said.  But then she kept leading Kristi past the reception desk to the elevators.  Kristi’s eyes grew wide in surprise but she did not resist the upcoming seduction.  In fact, she had been secretly hoping for another encounter with the beautiful blonde.  She had even told her parents that she hoped to capture Harmony this year.

They got off the elevators and walked in silence to Harmony’s room.  She opened the door and dragged the younger woman in, catching her in an embrace and kissing her.  “It’s my turn to eat my cupcake,” said Harmony.

They quickly stripped one another and made love.  Kristi called the front desk later that night and told them that she would not be needing the room after all.

Chapter 3

Harmony was lying on her back after they made love for the second time.  Kristi was snuggled up against the older woman, lying on her side and was idly tracing Harmony’s nipple with a finger tip.

“Where are you going to take your girl if you win one this weekend?” asked Kristi as she moved her finger to the other nipple.  She loved how responsive the nipples were and how quickly they stiffened.

“Ha!” replied Harmony.  “I don’t want to ruin the surprise for you.  You’ll find out when we get there.”

Kristi gasped in mock surprise.  “You plan on buying me?”

Harmony tilted her head toward Kristi and kissed her.  “Of course I plan on buying you.”  It was true.  There were other alumni who she would consider buying but none of them appeared to be participating in the games this weekend.  She had looked around during the barbeque and she recognized most of them.  But none of them were as appealing as Kristi.  Last year, Kristi had been a cross between a sexual dynamo and a blushing school girl.  She had been tentative with each new sexual activity but then quickly dove in completely.

Kristi smiled.  “That’s funny.  I plan on buying you.  I really was hoping that you would be in these games because I really was hoping to buy you.”

“That’s very flattering, little one,” said Harmony as she kissed Kristi again.  “And just where do you plan to take me if you buy me?”

“To my parents’ farm,” replied Kristi.  “It’s in upstate New York.”

“I see,” said Harmony as she rolled onto her side to face the beautiful redhead.  “But won’t your parents have an issue with you bringing a slavegirl home?”

“Oh, no,” replied Kristi.  “They’ve been encouraging me to do that for years.   Well, a slavegirl or a slaveboy.  Either one.  I just haven’t found one I want until now.”

“Really?” asked Harmony.  “They sound quite progressive.  Liberated.  Kinky, even.”

Kristi giggled.  “Yeah, they are kinky, that’s for sure.  We have had slaves around the house for as long as I can remember.  Actually, I suppose they are subs since slavery is not legal.  But for all intents and purposes, they are slaves.  I think my parents must be so disappointed in me for not having my own slave yet.  So I planned to take you there as my trophy slave.”

Harmony blushed, which was a very rare occurrence for her.  “Thank you, love.  But shouldn’t your trophy slave be younger than me?  I’m almost old enough to be your mother.”

It was Kristi’s turn to lean forward and kiss Harmony.  “If I’m able to buy you, you will be my trophy.  Age has nothing to do with the desirability of a slave.  I want you more than you can imagine.  And you are so incredibly beautiful.  And you are so amazingly kind and gentle.  Those are the things that will make you a trophy slave.”

The two of them slept together and awoke in the middle of the night to make love again.  Then they spooned themselves back to sleep to rest up for the games.

Chapter 4

The buses whisked the players off to Baldsworth Park early in the morning.  It was still chilly when they disembarked and started changing into their uniforms for the games.

Each girl knew from prior games to wear comfortable sneakers.  They also knew to strip off all of their other clothes before putting on their uniforms.  Neither Harmony nor Kristi even bothered with a bra or panties this day.  Those would just be one more thing to keep track of.  They peeled off their blouses and shorts and then picked up their uniforms.

They were on the same team this year:  the black team.  Their uniform was the same one worn buy the upperclassmen in the Hellenic Games held between the sororities.  It consisted of an impossibly short skirt that only provided modesty when the wearer was at rest.  Any kind of movement, however, would result in the skirt flaring out and exposing a naked bottom or pussy.  Attached to the skirt was a length of cloth that went over one shoulder and reattached to the skirt in back.  The overall effect was that of a Greek toga, although it had been modernized and made much sexier.  The top piece effectively covered one of the wearer’s breasts but left the other one completely exposed. It was as close to competing naked as you could get without actually being naked.

Harmony was surprised at the assignments that they received.  Both were leadership positions.  Harmony was to be a scout, which normally went to the faster and fitter younger women.  Her job would be to roam around in front of a raiding party and gather intelligence that would help the raiding party to capture girls.

Kristi was named to lead one of the raiding parties.  Normally, this position would go to one of the older and more experienced girls.

Kristi showed that she was a good choice, however, soon after the games started.  She worked well with her two scouts and moved her raiding party into an advantageous position.  Harmony was not one of her scouts.  She had been assigned to support a different raiding party.

Within the first hour of the game, Kristi’s group had attacked an enemy raiding party and captured all but one of their group.  Now, nine white uniforms lay in a box in the black camp and nine naked women stood in a cage, hoping to be rescued.

Kristi’s raid was the most dramatic of the day.  The rest of the captures were onesies and twosies.  Kristi did lead an attack on the white base camp at one point and freed all of her teammates who had been captured.

It was about two hours after the rescue mission that Harmony was captured.  It was her own fault for not watching in all directions.  She was watching one raiding party, trying to figure out the best way to capture the girls.  Unbeknownst to her, Kristi had just attacked another raiding party, scattering the survivors.  Three of the survivors of that raid stumbled upon Harmony as they headed back to base camp to regroup.

Harmony was so caught by surprise that she never had a chance.  They never even had to tackle her or sit on her.  One of the whites grabbed one arm and another grabbed the other.  The third white calmly removed Harmony’s scant outfit and tucked it into the waist band of her own outfit.

“Delicious,” said the third white as she reached out and bounced Harmony’s breasts with her splayed fingers.  “I think I figured out who I’m buying tonight.”

“Ha!” snorted Harmony.  “You’re going to be the ones on the auction block.  We almost have you beat already.”  It was true.  Harmony had watched the black raiding parties wreaking havoc on the white team’s raiding parties.

“We’ll see,” said the white holding her left arm.  “In the meantime, let’s get you tucked in all safe and sound in our cage so we can go bring home more of your sisters.”

They led the naked Harmony along a path back to their camp.  Before making the journey, they had tied her wrists behind her back and hobbled her ankles with a length of rope to prevent her from escaping.  They finally emerged into the clearing and turned her over to one of the guards.

The guards led her over to an X shaped cross where two other guards bound her to it, stretching her limbs tightly and leaving her exposed and vulnerable.  Little did she know, but she was on the same cross that held her daughter, Destiny, three weeks earlier.  She glanced over at the cage and did wonder why she was not being placed in that.  She saw two of her black teammates in there and wondered why she was the only one who had been placed on a cross.

“Why the cross?” asked Harmony.  “There’s no need for interrogations in these games.”  This was true.  There were no passwords or secrets that had to be discovered.  This was just a game of capturing girls.

“We may not need your password,” replied one of the guards as she lightly slapped Harmony’s left breast back and forth, “but we will still want to play with you.”

Harmony just rolled her eyes.  She did not mind girl play at all, having spent four years in the Sigma house.  But she was surprised that the guard would let herself become distracted by playing with another girl unnecessarily when she should be on the lookout for intruders.  Harmony watched as her left breast bounced and bobbed on her chest with each swat and then saw her right breast move into action as the guard shifted attention.

“Looks like good slave meat,” said the bouncing guard.  Harmony had seen her before in the games but did not know her name.  She looked to be in her early thirties with a nice body and dark brunette hair that she wore long and loose, managed only by a couple of strategically placed bobby pins.

“She’ll fetch a pretty penny at the auction,” another guard said.  This one was in her late twenties with sandy blonde hair and an oversized bust.  She wore a wedding band which made Harmony wonder if her husband had given her a breast enhancement for Christmas one year.  They were too large for her slender frame and seemed to completely defy gravity.  Not that Harmony would have tossed her out of bed.  The girl had a very pretty face.  And Harmony had to admit that she enjoyed large breasts.

The first guard kept bouncing the boobies as the second guard stabbed a finger into Harmony’s love canal.  “She likes what you’re doing to her, Renee,” said the second guard as she lifted her glistening digit.  “She’s the prize to win based on what I’ve seen so far today.”

Just as the blonde guard finished her declaration about Harmony being the choice pick of the auction, Kristi came swooping into the white base camp with her raiding party close behind.  All three of the guards were quickly subdued, stripped and bound.

“I think these three might be the last of them,” speculated Kristi.  “Let’s take them to the judge and find out.”

“Thank goodness you got here, Kristi.  Let me off this cross and I’ll start scouting again.”

“I’ll let you off,” responded Kristi.  “But I think your scouting is over for the day.  I think we may have just won.”

“Wow, that was fast,” said Harmony.

“Yeah, we had a lucky break early and they just never recovered.  Here, let me get you off that cross.”  Kristi reached up and unfastened Harmony’s wrists, pausing for a moment to let her rub them.

“Thanks,” said Harmony.  She saw the caged teammates being released from their prison and putting on their outfits again.

“No problem,” replied Kristi.  “Now, just lean forward so I can secure them behind your back again.”

“What!?!?!?!?” gasped Harmony, indignantly.  “How could you?”

“Be a good girl,” said Kristi as she placed her hand behind Harmony’s neck and her other hand at the captive woman’s belly to make sure she did not fall forward.  Kristi pressed Harmony’s neck forward, bending her at the waist until her torso was horizontal with the ground.”

“I told you that I planned to buy you and keep you as my slave,” said Kristi as she knotted the rope, tying Harmony’s wrists behind her back.  She knelt beside the cross and kissed Harmony as her hands reached out and lifted the dangling breasts.  “I adore you.  And I honestly have been dreaming of owning you for over a year.”

“And here I thought we were friends,” said Harmony as Kristi removed the bindings that held her ankles to the cross.

“Now don’t get all pouty on me,” said Kristi as she helped Harmony to straighten up.  “We are friends.  And we will be much better friends by the end of the week.  And my parents are going to adore you also.”

Kristi gave Harmony a swat on the bottom.  “Do I need to hobble you or will you be a good girl?”

“Yikes!” yelped Harmony at the spank.  “I’ll be a good girl.  But this isn’t at all how it was supposed to turn out.”

“Oh?” responded Kristi.  “How was it supposed to turn out?”

“Well, you were to be my slavegirl, for one thing,” said Harmony.  “And we were supposed to be spending the week at Shackles, a resort in the Caribbean that caters to mistresses and their slaves.”

“Sounds like a fun place,” said Kristi.  “Maybe I’ll take my slavegirl there next month.  Would you like that?”

Harmony just rolled her eyes.  She knew that this would be an exciting week.  She just hoped that Kristi did not have any intentions beyond the week of captivity.

Kristi’s raiding party had taken the three fresh captives to one of the judges and confirmed that the black team had won by the time Kristi led her naked captive up to where the judge was standing.  “Here’s another one for the auction.  She’s a black named Harmony Collins.”

“Oh, my,” tittered the judge.  “We had provisions for this in the rules but we certainly didn’t expect anyone to put one of their own teammates into the auction.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t put her up for sale,” responded Kristi.  “But I want to buy this one.  And the only way I can buy her is to put her on the auction block.”

“I see,” said the judge as she ran her finger down the list of names of the participants.  “I don’t have a Harmony Collins.  I have a Harmony Cranfield.  Could that be your girl?”

“That is my maiden name,” replied Harmony.  “The school always lists me under Cranfield.”

“I see,” said the judge again.  “Do you want to be sold as a Cranfield or a Collins?”

“Hmm,” pondered Harmony.  “I don’t know.  I’ve never been sold before.  Which would you recommend?”

“I would definitely recommend that you be auctioned off as Harmony Cranfield,” said the judge.  “It will work better for the alumni news.

Harmony groaned as she thought about what the alumni newsletter would say about this.  Usually, their articles about the Old Girl Games were tastefully done.  But occasionally, they would divulge a little too much information which invariably resulted in someone being embarrassed.  Harmony hoped that there would be no article at all but that, if there was an article, it was tastefully done.

Chapter 5

“Your mom’s being sold tonight,” Samantha told Destiny.  “Want to go watch?”

“My mom?” asked Destiny.  “Sold?  What are you talking about?”

“Your mom is in town for the games today.  I don’t know what the rules for this one are.  They have all sorts of different rules for the Old Girl Games.  But this version of the games apparently includes a slave auction.  And your mom is being sold.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Destiny.  This cleared up a question that had been nagging her for the last three weeks since her own first Hellenic Games.  She wondered if her mom played in the Old Girl Games.  Now she knew the answer.

“Do you want to go watch?” Sam asked again.  “Tiffany and I are going.”

“Wow!” Destiny repeated.  “I don’t know.  It would probably be too weird to see your mom sold, even if it is just a game.”

“I think it would be so cool,” Tiff interjected.  “And your mom’s so beautiful.  I’m going just for that.”

”Janet was talking about buying her for the house,” Sam went on.  “She thought it would be good for morale to have the famous Sexista being owned by the Lambda house.  But I think I talked her out of it.  It would be awkward for you.”  Sexista was the nickname of the Sigma girls.

“My mom?” asked Destiny again.  “A famous Sexista?”

“Oh yeah,” said Sam.  “I’m surprised she never told you.  She had more captures when she was a Sexista than anyone ever has.  She still holds the school record.  She was also the most effective interrogator.  After her first couple of interrogations though, they made her a scout instead because she was ending the games too quickly.

“Even I knew that,” said Tiffany.  “I’m surprised she never told you.  She’s a legend.”

“Wow,” breathed Destiny.  Her mom was a legend?

“That’s why it’s such a big deal,” said Sam.  “Your mom hardly ever gets captured.  And I don’t think she’s ever been sold.  Wanna come?”

“Let me think about it,” replied Destiny.  Her head was spinning at this point.

Chapter 6

The winning team was enjoying dinner.  Along the walls of the dining room, thirty naked members of the white team were standing with their arms stretched upward by their bindings.  They were on display for inspection, along with a solitary member of the black team.

Individually, or in small groups, the victorious diners would leave their tables for a bit to inspect the merchandise that was on display.  Bodies were stroked and pinched and probed as people tried to decide who to bid on and how much they were worth.

Representatives of several sororities were on hand to assess the slaves who were to be auctioned.  The Lambdas and Sigmas each planned on buying a girl and there were two other sororities with buyers in attendance.

“Ladies,” the speaker intoned from the stage over the announcing system.  “It’s time for the auction to begin.  I hope that you have taken an opportunity to inspect the goods that we are offering tonight.”

“It’s a long line of beauties that we will be selling.  Each is a fresh catch of the day.  And each comes with a superb pedigree because each is a Wardham girl.”  The crowd erupted into cheering and applause.

“We will start by auctioning off each of the white team members.  Then, we have a special treat for the final sale.”

The speaker motioned to the side of the stage and one of the helpers from one of the sororities led a naked white member onto the stage.  The speaker also turned out to be the auctioneer.

“Lot number one is the lovely Vivian Chartiers.  Vivian is twenty nine years old and a member of the class of 2002.”  The auctioneer reached out and lifted one of Vivian’s breasts in her hand. “38D breasts, a twenty six inch waist, and thirty six inch hips.  This one is truly a beauty.  What am I bid for Vivian?”

There was silence in the room.  The auctioneer was dumbstruck but then she gathered her wits.  She motioned to the side of the stage.  A second girl was brought out.  Both of them were beauties but, even when the auctioneer announced that lots one and two were to be sold together and after the auctioneer had displayed number two’s features and extolled on her beauty, there were no buyers.  Someone scampered onto the stage and whispered into the auctioneer’s ear, eliciting a nod.

“We’re going to change the order a bit.  You will have a second chance at these beauties a little later.  We are going to bring up lot number thirty one first.”

The girl had whispered that everyone was there to bid on Harmony and that it was unlikely that anyone would be sold until she was off the market.  So she would be sold first.

“We start with a living legend who became fresh meat this afternoon.  During her first year at Wardham, she earned the nickname ‘Lady Killer’ because of her interrogation techniques.  No blood was shed so you will have to use your imagination to figure out how she earned that nickname.  By her second year at Wardham, she was known as ‘The Slaver.’  To this day, she holds the school record for the most captures during a four year career in the Hellenic Games at eighty seven prisoners.  She is a living legend and we offer her for sale today.  I present Harmony Cranfield.”

“The Slaver?” whispered Destiny to Samantha.  She and Sam and Tiffany were seated way in the back of the hall.  Destiny did not want to come but the other two had insisted.  Now, she watched as her famous mother was brought naked onto the stage to be sold.

“I told you she was a legend,” whispered Sam back.

Destiny saw her mother walking proudly with her shoulders back and her head held high.  A metal collar was around her neck and she was fastened by that collar to an arm that extended from the back of the stage.  Her wrists were bound behind her back in the way that Destiny remembered from weeks earlier.

The auctioneer extolled the virtues of Harmony’s body, touching and lifting and probing to illustrate her points.  Breasts were lifted and bounced.  A hand glided over Harmony’s firm belly to show how toned she was.  Fingers pried open her mouth and showed off her pearly white teeth.  Then, those same fingers tugged on the tuft of hair over her Venus mound to illustrate that she was a true blonde.  A finger was pushed into Harmony’s sex and then held up triumphantly for everyone to see it shining.  Destiny had to cover her eyes. It was all too much for her.

The bidding started at five hundred dollars but quickly soared past that.  At least ten bidders were involved initially but all but three dropped out once the price got to two thousand.  The bidding continued to move along briskly and soon the price got to four thousand.  The Lambda house dropped out of the bidding at this point, much to Destiny’s relief.

Now the bidding was down to two parties:  the Sigma house and someone far on the other side of the room.  From where Harmony stood, she had no idea who was bidding on her.  The bright lights blocked out most of the audience.

The bidding moved past five thousand and then six thousand.  There seemed to be no ceiling.  Harmony started to worry.  Nobody was worth that kind of money for a week of sexual slavery.  What did her buyers have in mind for her?

The bidding started to slow down at seven thousand.  The auctioneer was amazed that it had gotten this high.  Lot number thirty one was ultimately sold for seventy five hundred dollars.  Before she was unlocked from the arm that held her, the auctioneer made some comments.

“The No Return Games are a new format for us.  We have never sold people for a whole week so we aren’t sure what kinds of prices to expect.  But I believe that tonight you have witnessed the Slaver setting a new school record that will stand for years to come.”

The audience cheered and clapped.  Destiny gasped.  She had just witnessed her mother being sold; and for a week no less!

A table had been set up for processing the slaves.  The blue numerals that identified Harmony as lot number thirty one were washed off her thigh.  Kristi walked up just as Harmony’s wrist bindings were being checked.

“Hello, beautiful slavegirl,” said Kristi.

“Hi, Kristi,” smiled Harmony.  “I wondered if that was you out there bidding on me.”

“I told you that I would own you,” replied Kristi.  “And it’s Mistress from now on.”

Again, Harmony found herself in a rare blush.  This girl was fifteen years her junior and yet she owned her.  Not only did she own her, but Harmony was expected to address her as Mistress.  Thrills that she had not felt for years rushed through her body.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“We have clothes available for your girl to wear when you are ready,” the woman behind the processing table told Kristi.

“Thank you,” replied Kristi, “but I think I will be taking her as is.”  Harmony’s eyes flew open wide.  It was one thing to be naked in front of friends.  It was another thing entirely to be paraded naked for strangers to see.

“You know the rule about travel, I trust,” said the processing woman.

“Yes, of course,” replied Kristi.  “Have no fear.  I have private transport.  On, I will not be needing this collar either.  I brought my own.”

The processing woman picked up a key and unlocked the metal collar.  Kristi held the new collar up for Harmony to see.  It was an ornate gold chain with a beautifully tooled tag that hung down in front.  The tag read, “Harmony Collins, proudly owned by Kristi Smythe.”

“What do you think, girl?” asked Kristi.

It felt odd to be called girl by this young woman but it sent another odd thrill through Harmony.  “It’s beautiful, Mistress.  I guess you really have been thinking about this.”

“I told you that I have thought about you a lot,” replied Kristi.  In truth, however, she had the tag engraved earlier in the day after she knew that Harmony was going to be on the auction block.  She planned to spend whatever she needed to own this woman.

Kristi attached a leash to the collar and then kissed Harmony on each cheek.  “Come, pet.  It’s time to get you home.”

Again, Harmony felt a familiar stir between her thighs when she was called pet.  While it was familiar, it had been a long time since she had felt it.  She couldn’t even remember the last time.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she followed Kristi through the crowd toward the door in the back of the room.

“Mom?”  Harmony heard the familiar voice of her daughter and stopped and turned.  Kristi stopped when she heard the voice.

“Hi, kitten,” said Harmony.  “Or should I say Magician?”

“Oh god!” groaned Destiny as she buried her face in her hands.  “You know about that?”

Kristi smiled as she watched the beautiful mother and daughter together.  She reached forward and unfastened Harmony’s wrists, giving her freedom of movement.

Harmony reached up and pried her daughter’s hands away from her face and kissed her.  “I know that you magically kept appearing and capturing scouts.  Why?  What else is there to the story?”

Samantha and Tiffany, who were standing behind Destiny, both giggled.  “I’ll tell you the rest someday.  I just wanted to let you know how beautiful you are and how proud I am of you.”

Harmony gathered Destiny in her arms and hugged her.  “Thank you, kitten.  But I haven’t done anything to be proud of.  I got captured.”

“But you were so proud and noble looking up there on the auction block.  I really am very, very proud of you. And you never told me about the Slaver.  I’m proud of that too.”

“The Slaver and the Magician,” smiled Harmony.  “We’ll make quite a team someday.”

“I want to make sure you two are on my team from now on,” interjected the new owner.

“Oh,” said Harmony.  “Please excuse my manners.  Kitten, I’d like you to meet my new owner, Kristi Smythe.  Kristi was owned by your father and me last year.  This year, the tables are turned.  Kristi, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Destiny.”

Destiny gasped.  “Dad is involved too?”

Harmony chuckled.  “Only once.  But he loved it.  He’ll be back, I’m sure.”

“Ahem,” Destiny heard from behind.

“Oh, I forgot,” said Destiny.  “Mom, I’d like you to meet two of my friends.  The tall one is Samantha and this is Tiffany.”

Harmony licked her lips.  “Mmmm, nice to meet you girls.  I hope to see much more of you in the future.”

“It’s such an honor meeting you, Mrs. Collins,” interjected Samantha.  “You really are a legend on campus.”

Harmony reached out and placed a palm on each of Sam’s and Tiff’s cheeks as she smiled.  “Thank you, dears.  But I must be going now.  I’m sure Kristi is getting impatient.  But when she returns me next week, I want the four of us to get together.  I want to hear all about the adventures of your games.”

Harmony turned back to Destiny and gave her a big hug, flattening her naked breasts to her daughter.  Then she turned toward Kristi who led her from the hall.

Destiny watched her mother’s heart-shaped ass move seductively as she was led away.  Then she turned back to her two friends.

“I can’t imagine that there are too many daughters who have an experience like that.”

Chapter 7

“I thought you said your parents were farmers,” said Harmony.  She was kneeling between Kristi’s thighs and, until a moment earlier, had her face buried in Kristi’s crotch.  Kristi placed her hand on top of Harmony’s head and guided her talented tongue back into place.

“No, I never said that,” replied Kristi who was loving the sensations being caused by her slavegirl.  “I said that they have a farm.  My dad owns a company and runs it.”

Harmony knew enough about the mistress/slave thing to not pursue the conversation at this point.  The two of them were riding in luxury on a private jet and Harmony knew that her only job at the moment was to give her mistress pleasure.  She set her tongue and lips and teeth to work and soon had Kristi squealing and squirming in delight.

Afterwards, Kristi pulled her shorts back up and kept Harmony kneeling between her legs.  Kristi leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of the blonde head and gave each plump breast a squeeze.

“You are so precious to me.  I’m going to love owning you.”

The plane descended through the darkness and delivered the girls to a limo that was waiting beside the tarmac.  Again, Harmony was embarrassed about her nudity but felt relieved when she saw the collar around the driver’s neck.  She must have been one of the slaves that Kristi had talked about.

“What does your father’s company do?” asked Harmony as they sat in the back of the limousine, isolated from the driver.

“All kinds of things,” replied Kristi.  “You may have heard of it:  HQS Amalgamated.”

“Oh my god!” groaned Harmony.  HQS was one of the major benefactors of the nonprofit that she ran.  And its owner, Henry Q. Smythe, was on the nonprofit’s board of directors.  This was disaster!

“What’s wrong?” asked Kristi, hearing the shock in Harmony’s voice.

“Your father,” Harmony replied.  “Is he Henry Smythe?”

“Yep,” said Kristi.  “Sir Henry himself.”  He was not knighted.  He was not even British.  But he was known to most people as Sir Henry.  Harmony was mortified.

“Kristi… I mean Mistress… You have to take me somewhere else.  Your father can’t see me like this.”

“But he’s been dying to see my slavegirl ever since I called him this afternoon.  He and mom probably won’t stay.  I expect they’ll go back to the city on Sunday night.”

“Did you tell your father the name of your slave?” asked Harmony.

“Hmm,” thought Kristi.  “I’m not sure.  He doesn’t know any of my friends so a name would mean nothing to him.  Hmm.  Why?  Do you know him?”

“Yessssss!” hissed Harmony. “I know him very well.  He’s on the board of the charity that I run.  We can’t go in there.  He can’t see me like this.”

“Oh, pish,” said Kristi.  The limo had pulled up to the house and she stepped out, tugging on the leash.  “I’m not going to let a little old thing like that ruin my week with you.  Now be a good girl and come along.”

“Please,” implored Harmony.

“Don’t make me punish you, little one,” threatened Kristi.

Harmony could see that her pleas were going nowhere.  Reluctantly, she stepped out of the limo, feeling the cool New York night against her flesh, chilling her.  “Yes, Mistress.”

It was two o’clock in the morning when they crawled into bed.  Kristi kept her slave’s arms bound but shifted the binding to the front to make it more comfortable.  They were both sound asleep within moments of their heads hitting the pillows.

At eight o’clock the next morning, Kristi proudly led her slavegirl downstairs to breakfast.  Once again, Harmony was mortified at the upcoming encounter with one of her key benefactors.  She heard voices ahead as Kristi led her down a hall and knew that life as she knew it was about to end.  She sucked in her breath to try to calm her nerves.

“Here’s my pumpkin!”  Henry Q. Smythe was a big man.  Neither Kristi nor Harmony were tiny women but he towered over both of them.  He gave his daughter a big hug before turning to Harmony.

“Are you going to introduce me to your girl, pumpkin?” he asked.

“Oh, yes Daddy,” Kristi replied quickly.  “This is my new slavegirl, Harmony.  Isn’t she just so beautiful?”

Kristi’s mother arose from the table and stepped up to Harmony who, by now, was trembling.  “Yes she is, sweetheart.  Simply beautiful.  May I, sweetheart?”

“Sure mom,” replied Kristi.  “I brought her here to share her.”  This comment made Harmony gulp.

Kristi’s mother reached out and placed a hand on each of Harmony’s hips, holding her in place.  “Hello, Harmony dear.  This is a side of you that I have never seen and never even imagined.  It’s a side that’s quite becoming on you.”

Helen Smythe also knew Harmony.  She attended most of the fundraising galas and had even worked closely with Harmony in preparation for some presentations to the legislature.  It had been a very good relationship before.  It had been all about work.  Now that relationship would change.”

“Hello, Helen, or Mrs. Smythe…” Harmony stuttered as she tried to figure out what to call the woman who held her by her hips.  “… or Mistress… I don’t know what I am to call you.”

Helen smiled and used her hands to slowly turn Harmony.  “Mistress would be fine.”  Then she turned her head toward her daughter.  “Kristi, you have outdone yourself.  She’s exquisite.  And to think that she’s your first slave.  This one will be tough to top.”

“So you really do know one another?” asked Kristi.

“Oh yeah,” replied Harmony.  “Big time.”

“Yep, we have met,” nodded Henry.

“Your father is suffering from understatement once again,” said Helen as she kept her hands on Harmony’s flesh, letting them glide up her sides.  “At a party recently, your father declared Harmony to be the most fuckable woman on earth.”

“Next to you, dear,” interjected Henry.  “I said that she was the woman I wanted to fuck most, next to you.”

“Ha!” retorted Helen.  “I’m sure that I was just thrown into that comment for political correctness.”

Again, Harmony was horrified.  How could she become a topic of conversation like that at a party?  Were they each sharing views of the most fuckable woman?  Was it a conversation about her that just deteriorated?  This was so embarrassing.

“Well, now you can fuck her, Daddy,” offered Kristi.  “After all, she belongs to me and I can do what I want with her.  I just can’t sell her, although I can’t imagine ever wanting to sell her.”

Henry smiled.  “I’ll take you up on that, pumpkin.  In fact, I might do it this morning just to take the edge off.  What are your plans for her this week?”

Harmony could not believe her ears.  Kristi had just loaned her to another.  Her major donor was about to fuck her!  And they were discussing her future without even considering her in the conversation.  It was both embarrassing and frustrating at the same time.

She had enjoyed the domination/submission lifestyle and had played at it many times.  She was almost always the dominant.  On the rare occasions when she played the role of the submissive, it was only for very short periods of time.  She wasn’t at all sure how this would work out with her being submissive for an entire week.  She would probably go out of her mind.

“I don’t know, Daddy,” replied Kristi.  “Harmony’s my first slave.  I’m not sure what I should do with her.”

“Why don’t you spend some time with your mother?” Henry advised as he arose from the breakfast table.  “I’m sure she’ll be able to help you with some ideas.  And, in the meantime, I think I’ll run your little filly through her paces.  Come, girl.”

Chapter 8

“Henry, how could you?” asked Harmony as he led her upstairs by her bound wrists.

“How could I what?  Fuck you?”

“Yes,” replied Harmony.  “Don’t you see that it will change everything between us?”

Henry stopped in the middle of the upstairs hallway and turned toward the slavegirl.  “That’s what I’m hoping for.  Helen’s right.  I have been hoping to get into your panties for years.”

“But that’s not who you are,” countered Harmony.  “You are a kind and giving man; not a lecherous one who lets his cock make the decisions.”

Henry laughed.  “I’m an uncouth, ambitious man who takes what he wants.  You are right that I am giving but how do you know that all of those millions weren’t just part of seduction ploy to get you?”

“You’re impossible!” scoffed Harmony.  “Okay, let’s get it over with.  Find me a bed and I’ll spread my legs for you.”

“A bed will be nice for later, after I’ve taken the edge off.  A little bit of romance.  Maybe Helen will join us.  Maybe even Kristi will too.  But right now, I have other plans for you.”

Henry led her past the bedrooms to a room at the end of the hall.  Harmony gasped at what she saw inside.  It was nothing short of a modern day dungeon.  The walls were stone, with rings positioned every few feet.  An X shaped cross was in one corner.  What looked like a stretching rack was in another corner.  What appeared to be a balance beam was along one wall but it was too short and the top was too narrow to be a balance beam.  There was a naked girl straddling the beam and groaning, obviously in a great deal of discomfort.  Harmony quickly figured out that this was designed to punish a girl’s private parts.  It also provided confirmation to Kristi’s comments about her parents owning slaves.

Henry led Harmony to the center of the room where he picked up a remote control.  A chain with two leather cuffs descended from the ceiling when he pushed a button.  He untied the bindings around her wrists and then raised her hands, buckling the cuffs around her wrists.

Harmony did not know what to think or how to act.  She should be outraged at this.  It was one thing to belong to Kristi.  That was part of the almost fantasy play that characterized the games.  People got to be something that they weren’t for a period of time.  They got to take control over someone or surrender complete control to another.  It was thrilling and sexual and fun.

But this had gone beyond anything she had envisioned or heard of.  It was her fantasy world colliding with her real world in a way that could ruin her real life.

Harmony kept her eyes on Henry as he finished buckling the cuffs and then used the remote to raise her slightly.  He was a rather handsome man.  She knew from her previous experience with him that he was fifty and that Helen was forty eight.  Neither of them looked their age, however, and each looked like they were in their thirties.

She looked down as he crouched.  She saw her chest rising and falling with her breathing and saw that her nipples had stiffened into little erasers.  She felt him fitting more leather cuffs around her ankles and she craned her neck forward to see him attaching chains to the cuffs and drawing her legs apart.

“Isn’t that a pretty picture,” said Henry as he straightened up again.  He ran a finger between her thighs and then held it to his lips, tasting her for the first time.  “I always knew you’d be delicious.”

He picked up the remote control again and started working the buttons.  Harmony felt the chain leading to her wrists raising her slightly as the chains to her ankles drew her legs apart.  Quickly, she was suspended in air with her sex completely exposed and vulnerable.

“Henry, if I agree to this fuck, can we make it a one time thing and put it behind us?”

Henry reached out and grasped Harmony’s long blonde hair, pulling it back to tilt her head up so he could look into her eyes.  “Girl, let me respond to that question in pieces.  First, you do not have to agree or disagree with anything.  You belong to my daughter and therefore you are Smythe property for the week.  We make the decisions; not you.”

Harmony shuddered as she listened to the words.  The tone was not threatening.  Henry was just calmly describing Harmony’s new world and rules as he would if he were describing rules to a child.  Then, Henry continued.  “Second, the idea of a one time fuck with you is preposterous to me.  You have been the object of my lust and desire for years.  I plan to fuck you as often as I can get it up.”

Harmony felt her heart sink at this latest revelation.  She honestly had no idea what this would do to their relationship.  How could she face Henry or Helen at a board meeting or in a committee meeting in the future?

“And thirdly,” Henry went on, “I have no desire to put this behind us.”  He leaned down and kissed her on the lips as he continued to hold her by the hair.  She wanted to be repulsed but found herself drawn into the kiss.  “My objective is to extend this beyond the period that my daughter owns you.  I want you as my sub for years to come.  I want to enslave you.”

“Oh, Henry,” whimpered Harmony as the latest words blasted her sense of morality.

“That’s oh Master,” corrected Henry.

“Yes, Master.  Sorry, Master.”

Harmony was strung tightly in her bindings and Henry decided to enjoy her body and take advantage of her immobility.  Fingers traced and prodded the magnificent breasts.  He played with them for a long time, enjoying their perfection.  He glided his fingers over every square inch of her nudity, leaving goosebumps behind frequently.

He moved behind her and palpated her tight ass cheeks before spanking each and eliciting a pair of yelps.  He slowly probed a finger into his captive’s sex and then spread the beautiful ass cheeks and painted the little rosebud with the girl’s juices.  He repeated this ritual several times until Harmony’s little pucker was well lubricated.  Then he pressed his fingertip against the delectable target until it yielded and Harmony moaned.

“Have you ever been fucked back here?” asked Henry as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of Harmony’s bottom.

“Yessss,” hissed Harmony as she tried unsuccessfully to maintain her composure.  This was all moving too fast.  There were too many unexpected twists and turns.  “But I didn’t like it.”

Henry laughed and withdrew his finger, spanking each of Harmony’s bottom cheeks again.  “You will.  By the time you leave here, if you leave here, you will love having your ass fucked.  You will need it.”

“If I leave here?” thought Harmony.  This was getting spooky now.  But despite the scariness of the situation, she still felt her sex pulsing with arousal.

“It’s time for the main event,” said Henry as he pulled his shirt over his head.  Harmony had forgotten about the girl on the bar against the wall but was reminded of her when Henry slid his pants down and she whimpered.  Harmony looked down and gasped as she realized why the girl had whimpered.  Henry’s cock was enormous.  It was not overly thick, although it still had considerable girth.  But it was so long!  Harmony was sure she would feel it in her throat if he fucked her; no, when he fucked her.

Henry grasped his captive girl’s hips and then kissed her, letting his tongue snake between her lips to explore her mouth.  Despite her better judgment, Harmony felt her body responding as her tongue dueled with his and her lips suckled on the intruding tongue.  She knew she should not encourage him but she couldn’t help it.  It was like her body was betraying her and had a mind of its own.

Henry leaned down and kissed each of the perfect breasts.  Harmony had not completely escaped the effects of gravity.  Certainly the years had taken their toll as did the breast feeding of her two daughters.  But the resulting effect was even more alluring than the original models according to most observers.  Henry definitely thought that the breasts at his lips defined an ideal of womanhood.  He sucked each nipple into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue.  He sucked them in again and again and let his teeth tease and nibble on them.  All the while, Harmony’s breathing drew more ragged as she hung suspended in her bindings.

Henry straightened up and reached down between the two bodies.  He ran the head of his cock between the petals, smiling as he found them so wet and ready.  He was absolutely amazed.  This woman really was the perfect fuck toy.

Knowing how wet she was, he placed the tip of his cock at the opening of her love canal and slowly but deliberately pushed, letting his shaft impale her.  Harmony sucked in her breath at first as she felt herself stretching around the large pole and then started panting as it filled her.  She ended up groaning and pulling at her bindings as the last inches disappeared into her captive body and she felt the large monster pounding at her cervix.

“Oh god, Henry.  Oh god Master.  It’s so big!”

“Don’t worry, little love,” Henry replied.  “We’re going to take everything nice and slow.  It might not always be gentle but we’ll go slow.  I want you to belong to me by the end of the week.”

The words were lost on Harmony.  She was trying desperately to maintain her composure as the head of Henry’s cock rested against her cervix, sending waves of pain through her body.  Slowly, Henry started moving inside of her.  She felt his cock withdraw until just the head was cradled in her petals.  And then she felt him pushing back in until her belly was cramping again.

Over and over, the cock withdrew and then slowly plunged back into the wet warmth.  Harmony was moaning constantly at this point, wanting to be pushed over the edge.  On one withdrawal stroke, Henry pulled all the way out, leaving Harmony whimpering and flexing her hands as if she were trying to grab something out of thin air.

Henry started feasting on the delicious breasts again, marveling at how soft and firm they were.  Everything about this woman was perfection in his mind.  Her soft whimpers and coos were like a beautiful chorus.  The way her sex molded itself around his cock was heaven.  He had to find a way to own her, even if it was only on an occasional basis.  She had to belong to him.

Harmony had always known herself to be a wild thing.  She was the product of two free-spirited flower children whose motto had always been ‘anything goes.’  Harmony had adopted that motto for her private life.  Certainly, it would have been an unacceptable creed for her professional side.  In her career, she had always been guided by the Golden rule and the desire to do what was best for society.

The cock continued to slice into her and she realized again that her two worlds had collided.  She had been so successful at keeping the worlds segregated until now.  She could be a wanton slut with her husband or select friends or with the Wardham games.  But she was always prim and proper and exercised good judgment with the donors and the board and the volunteers and the public.  The worlds had overlapped now, though.  What did that mean about her future?  Would it just require a minor adjustment or would it be a cataclysmic event?

She would have to worry about that later.  The cock that was once again embedded deep within her body kept plunging, leaving her gasping for air as she moved toward an orgasm.  It pounded her cervix over and over but even that pain somehow mixed with the pleasure that was swirling through her body.

Henry had no idea what would make Harmony climax.  He had never played with this toy before.  Would she need clitoral stimulation?  Could she climax from just being penetrated?  Did she need breast stimulation?  Did she need pain?  He would keep up his slow thrusting and make mental notes.  The slavegirl seemed to be highly aroused.  Maybe there were many ways to make her climax.

Harmony bit her lower lip to stave off the orgasm that was approaching.  It would be highly inappropriate to be sleeping with her largest benefactor.  Tongues would wag.  Her career would be ruined.

Henry saw his girl bite her lip and had a sense of the turmoil that was going through her.  He kissed her to try to distract her from the torment in her mind as he kept slowly pounding his cock into her stretched and captive body.

The distraction worked.  Harmony immediately rationalized that she was not sleeping with her board member and largest donor.  Why, there wasn’t a bed in sight.  This was something but it wasn’t sleeping together.

With a clearer conscience, Harmony was able to finally let herself go.  The ‘anything goes’ motto was prevailing this day.  She felt her body trembling.  Her vision blurred.  She knew that she was about to climax.

Henry sensed it too.  He kept up his methodical pumping until he felt her sex clench around his rod.  He had planned on continuing after her climax but her death grip on his cock spoiled that plan.  He spurt his seed deep into her body as she writhed in her bindings and shrieked.  Eventually, she just whimpered and cooed and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as his cock softened and slid from her body.

“My beautiful slavegirl,” he whispered in her ear as he held her.

“My master,” she cooed as her body was still coming down from its orgasmic high.  The girl on the bar just looked on in disbelief.  How could anyone climax with that huge log embedded in her?

Henry lowered Harmony back to the floor and then released her.  She flexed her muscles and looked up at him, wondering what was next.

Henry released the girl on the bar and commanded her to bathe and prepare Harmony.  He said that he would watch.  The girl walked gingerly after having been tortured on the beam for so long, but led Harmony to a bath.  Henry followed and watched.  The girl, whose name was Amy, bathed Harmony, dried her hair, combed it and then applied just the barest of makeup.

Henry led his girl back to his wife and daughter with a wide grin on his face.

“Did you figure out how you want to use her?” he asked as he plopped down in a chair at the table.

“Some of it,” replied Helen.

“We’re still debating other parts,” added Kristi.  “What do you think about a fox hunt?”

“I think I’ll be taking the week off and staying at the farm if that’s the kind of thing you are considering.”

“We’re still working on it, Dad.”

“Well, Kristi, I will be happy with whatever you decide.  I’m just so happy that you brought her.  You made your father’s dream come true.”

“Dad, I didn’t even know you knew her.  So it was just an accident.”

Harmony breathed a sigh of relief.  She had started to think that maybe all of this had been orchestrated.  It was good to know that it was just coincidence.

“Well, be sure to include lots of sex in your plan.  She’s wonderful.  She’s a magician.”

“No, Dad.  She’s the Slaver.  Her daughter, Destiny, is the Magician.”

Henry furrowed his brow.  He had no idea what his daughter was talking about.  He just knew that the person who he had dubbed the most fuckable woman in the world was truly the best fuck imaginable.

Chapter 9

Kristi took Harmony back to her room after the second meeting at the breakfast table.  Harmony was naked but was completely unbound other than for the decorative collar that proclaimed her to be the property of Kristi.

“Please sit down, Harmony,” said Kristi.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she perched her bottom on an ottoman near the dressing table.

“No Mistress for the time being,” said Kristi.  “I want this conversation to be between Kristi and Harmony.”

“Okay,” responded Harmony.  “What’s on your mind?”

Kristi sat in the dressing table chair, facing the beautiful slavegirl.  “I don’t want to make a mess of things.  I truly had no idea that you knew my parents.  I wanted you because I love and admire you.”

“There was no way you could have known, love,” assured Harmony.  “It just happened.”

“I’m thinking of releasing you so that I don’t make things worse.”

Harmony sighed.  “That would be retreating.  Wardham girls don’t retreat.”

Kristi looked at the beautiful naked woman sitting opposite her.  The woman had already suffered indignities that were never intended to be part of the games.  And yet she was advising Kristi not to give up.  It was amazing to the younger woman.

“What would you have me do?” asked Kristi.

“Well, Mistress,” started Harmony, purposely using the title instead of the name in an effort to give Kristi some encouragement and some strength.  “I never would have chosen to get so close to a board member and a benefactor.  But the fact of the matter is that your father has already fucked me.  Your mother has seen my naked and has fondled me.  So those barriers are behind us.”

Kristi nodded as she listened.

“Now that new boundaries have been drawn,” Harmony continued, “I think I can deal with them.  I think it’s best if you keep me as your slave for the week.  It will protect the integrity of the games.”

Kristi nodded again as she listened but remained silent.

“I do have one request, though,” added Harmony.

“What is it?” asked Kristi.

“You are my mistress.  When you loan me to your father or mother, they also become my master or mistress.  I will honor my captivity and my slavery.  But your father has made it clear that he wants to enslave me permanently.  Please prevent that; for the honor of the games.”

Kristi got up and hugged Harmony.  “You are so incredible.  I just love you to death.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Harmony, trying to move the two of them back to the proper roles.  “So what do you have planned for the week?”

Kristi laid in bed with Harmony lying on her back.  Kristi’s hands cupped one breast and then the other.  “I don’t have it all planned out.  Mom is pretty sure that Dad will want to use you for at least a little bit each day.  According to Mom, he really did declare that you were the most fuckable woman in the world at a cocktail party about a year ago.”

Harmony groaned.  “I hope I don’t know any of those people.”

Kristi shrugged her shoulders and then glided her hand over Harmony’s tight belly to cup her sex.  “I don’t know.  I didn’t think to ask who was there.  Mom asked to borrow you for a few hours tomorrow.  I think she wants to see how you look as a pony.”

“A pony?!?!?” asked Harmony with a bewildered look.

“A ponygirl,” replied Kristi.  “You’ll find out tomorrow.  Mom loves her ponygirls and thinks you would be a beautiful, exotic show pony.”

Harmony remained silent, not wanting to show her ignorance.  She felt Kristi’s fingers idly stroking her labia and marveled at the wonderfully erotic and exciting world of Wardham girls.  They were trained to be successful but not at the expense of their sexuality or sense of adventure.  She doubted that many alumni from other schools were spending their Sunday mornings like this.  How many Radcliff girls were a slave for a week?  How many forty one year old Bryn Mawr girls had been fucked recently by a powerful tycoon?  How many Sweetbriar girls were going to be pony girls tomorrow, whatever a pony girl was?

“Mom recommended a hunt for Tuesday,” Kristi went on.  “That takes some effort to set up, though, so we’ll see.”

“I assume that I’m the prey in the hunt,” commented Harmony.

“Oh yes,” replied Kristi.  “We would be hunting you.”  She said it so sweetly and innocently that there was no way that Harmony could be angry with her.  She just hoped that they weren’t going to be using paintballs.  She remembered from a few years earlier how much paintballs hurt on naked skin.  And she remembered the ugly bruise on her breast that was with her for over a week afterwards.

They ended up making love and then spent the day lounging around, pampering each other and having more sex.  Sir Henry borrowed Harmony again after dinner and fucked her before returning her to Kristi.

Chapter 10

Harmony quickly detected a pattern.  Henry loved binding girls and then fucking them.  Harmony found herself bound and stretched on top of things and dangling from things and bent over things.  She always got fucked.  Each time, he stretched her bottom with his fingers but so far had not taken her anally.

Helen loved humiliating situations.  On Monday, she dressed Harmony in equestrian tack while Kristi watched.  It was not painful at all.  But it was totally debasing to have someone turn you into a beast of burden.  Inserting the butt plug that held the tail was the final indignity.

On other occasions, Helen would bind Harmony and fasten her some place as nothing more than a decorative piece.  One time, while Kristi was napping, she took Harmony to the den and had the slavegirl kneel on all fours and act as her foot stool.

Kristi’s dominance was very loving; almost tentative.  It was never spoken but Harmony knew that the family considered her to be Kristi’s starter slave.  And Kristi was going slow in her exploration of her dominant role.

Tuesday’s hunt had to be pushed back to Wednesday because one of the invitees was not available until then.  Henry decided to go into the office that day but woke up Harmony for a good morning fuck before heading into the city.

Helen’s indignation on Tuesday was to attach Harmony to a milking machine.  Despite having stopped lactating many years earlier, Harmony found herself kneeling on all fours on a table in the barn.  Helen had taken care fitting the cups over the luscious orbs and, when the suction was turned on, the dangling breasts were drawn deeper into the cups.

“Helen, is this necessary?” protested Harmony.  This earned her a hard swat with a  paddle across her bottom cheeks.

“Mistress, is this necessary?” Harmony tried again.

“I’m still trying to decide what kind of slave you will be for us on an extended stay,” replied Helen.  “You make a beautiful pony girl.  And I think you’ll be a wonderful moo girl too.”

“But my breasts are dry,” complained Harmony.  Again, she received a punishing blow from the paddle.

“But my breasts are dry, Mistress,” she corrected herself.

“That can easily be fixed; in one of two ways.  We could breed you,” Helen described.  She slipped a finger into Harmony’s sex and pumped it in and out slowly to illustrate her point.  “Or we have a doctor friend who can give you milk with just a couple of injections.  But I’m still trying to decide.”

Kristi had been watching the entire thing and saw Harmony’s eyes grow wide at her mother’s latest comment.  Kristi knew that her parents were kinky but she had no idea how kinky until now.

Later that night as she and Harmony cuddled, Kristi apologized for her parents.  “I’m sorry, love.  I had no idea they were like this.”

Harmony turned to lie facing Kristi and kissed her temporary mistress.  “It’s okay, Mistress.  I think at least half of this is a show that they’re putting on for our benefit.”

“Well I wish they’d tone it down a bit,” replied Kristi.  “Even I’m getting spooked out now.”

Chapter 11

Wednesday arrived.  It was the day of the hunt.  The guests arrived by nine and sat around, drinking coffee.  Harmony was chained to the wall with her arms and legs spread wide.  Harmony assumed that was so the guests could get to know their prey.

A mother and daughter, about the same ages as Harmony and Destiny, had brought a second slave who was chained to the wall in a similar way.  A third guest, a girl about Kristi’s age, had also brought a slave who was chained the same way.  As Harmony looked at the other slaves, she realized that all were blonde.  Was there any significance to that or was it just coincidence?

The mother and daughter inspected the two slaves that they had not brought.  The slave who was brought by the young guest was checked out first.  Teeth and tongue were inspected.  Breasts were squeezed and bounced.  Pussy was probed and pinched.  Then they moved to Harmony and repeated most of the same dehumanizing actions on her.

“This the most fuckable?” the mother asked.

“I’ve felt that for years,” replied Henry.  “She’s proving that to be true this week.”

The woman jabbed two fingers into Harmony’s sex and spread them, twisting them back and forth.  “Limits?”

Henry turned to Kristi.  “You are her owner, pumpkin.  What limits does she have?”

Kristi fumbled for a bit and Harmony was afraid she would have to intervene and speak up.  But Kristi finally pulled herself together and rattled off a reasonable list of limits.  There were to be no permanent marks, no sale, no sex with anyone who is not known to be clean, and no brutality.

It became time for the hunt.  Henry described the rules that they would be using.  The three slaves would be given a head start.  Then, the hunters, who would be armed with paintball guns, would pursue.  The hunter who got the kill would keep the slave until the following evening.  Harmony sighed as she learned that they would be using the dreaded paint guns.  She hated paintballs!

“Should we release the slaves now?” asked Henry.

“Wait, Master,” Harmony piped up.  “What happens if a slave bags a hunter?”

There were chuckles and titters all around as everyone heard the preposterous question.  “What would you recommend, little one?” he asked.

“Well, I think it would only be sporting to have the same rules apply.  If a slave is bagged by a hunter, the hunter keeps the slave.  If a hunter is bagged by a slave, the slave keeps the hunter until tomorrow evening.”  Harmony smiled proudly at her proposal.  “That’s only sporting, don’t you think?”

“Interesting,” said Henry as he rubbed his chin.  “And what would happen to the captured hunter if the slave was ultimately bagged?”

“All would belong to the hunter who bagged the slave,” responded Harmony without thinking.  She was just making all of this up on the fly as she went along.

“I see,” nodded Henry.  “It sounds like an interesting twist.  I’m game.  How about the rest of you?”

“Sure,” said the mother.  “Why not?  It’ll never happen.”  The others quickly agreed to the new rules.

“Then let’s give the girls their goggles and send them on their ways,” said Henry.  “While we are giving them their thirty minute head start, I’ll entertain you with a film I shot of me taking the world’s most fuckable woman on the St. Andrew’s cross.  It was filmed only yesterday.”

Harmony fumed as she ran away from the house.  She had never agreed to video.  There should not be any pictures at all.  But she had work to do and plans to make.  She would have to think about the films later.

Harmony was used to capturing girls when she was nearly naked but had only done it totally naked a couple of times.  She wasn’t sure how that might affect things but she would have to keep in mind that things were different.

She had used paintballs for two years during the Hellenic Games, so that was nothing new.  But she had a paintball gun too in those games.  In this one, she would be unarmed against hunters who had the guns.

She followed the other two naked slavegirls away from the house.  Both of them were beautiful and could easily have been models with their long legs and shapely bodies.  In fact, they could be sisters for all Harmony knew.  Their faces held similar shapes and characteristics and their full breasts were nearly identical.  How would sisters end up as slaves, she wondered.  This was really a whole new world that she was discovering.

Harmony tried to place her feet in the footsteps of the sisters.  As they went through grass, it did not matter.  As they went across dusty patches, it might confuse the hunters.  They reached a stream and the sisters splashed through to the other side.  Harmony entered the stream but, instead, traveled in the water several hundred yards before exiting.  There, she looked around, surveying the land for potential battle sites.

The mother and daughter were the first to come close.  Harmony was hoping for a lone hunter but knew that they would probably travel in pairs.  She had studied the clearing where she planned her ambush and knew the possible ways to catch a hunter by surprise.

She slowly crept along the huge boulders on the outside of the clearing.  She would have to be quick and very accurate with two hunters.  She wanted to pounce on the daughter, thinking that she would be most easily surprised, but she couldn’t make the angle work based on where they were standing in relation to her.  Instead, she hurled her naked body down on the mother, tackling her and rolling on the ground with her.

There was no cry for help; only the thud of two bodies colliding and then the rustling as they rolled on the ground.  The daughter became flustered and raised her weapon.  Harmony quickly rolled the mother toward the daughter.  The daughter squeezed off a shot, catching the mother squarely on the shoulder.  What did that mean, wondered Harmony.  Did the daughter own the mother now?

The mother was shocked by what had just happened.  This gave Harmony the opening that she needed.  She wrestled the gun away from the mother and quickly shot the daughter, hitting her in a thigh.  Then she disentangled herself from the mother and stood up, dusting herself off.

“You both belong to me now,” Harmony informed them.  “Now strip.”

“What?!?!?!?!” sputtered the mother.

“Were you not listening to the rules?” asked Harmony.

“But…” stammered the shocked woman.  “I never….”

“Mom,” said the daughter, “those were the rules.”  She stood up and slowly stripped off all of her clothes but her sneakers, leaving them in a pile.  Harmony looked back at the mother who just nodded in resignation and started to slowly undress.

Harmony stepped up to the daughter and stroked a cheek with her fingertips, “Mmmm, a cupcake I see.  I’ll be eating cupcakes later today.”  The girl blushed and the mother fumed.

Harmony sent them back to the house to wait for her.  They were out of the game.  She once again realized how valuable her time at Wardham had been and how educational the Hellenic games were.  She was taught to be a survivor and today she used those skills.

She sorted through the two piles of clothes to see what she could wear.  The daughter’s sports bra was the most valuable item.  It was too small for her but as long as she could put up with the tightness, it would at least hold her generous breasts in check.  Everything else that she found was superfluous compared to the bra.  She would be a much better fighter with tethered breasts.

She tried on their shorts but both of her captives were too slender.  She could get the shorts on, but they were not comfortable.  She would be constantly distracted by these shorts.  She grabbed the mother’s shirt and tore it into strips.  Then she fastened the mother’s belt around her waist, fashioning a loincloth for herself out of the strips of cloth.  The last thing that she took was the daughter’s fanny pack to carry the two guns and the paintballs.

Helen and Kristi were Harmony’s next victims.  Now that she was armed, she did not need to be nearly as choosy about location.  She found them walking on either side of the stream, trying to figure out where Harmony had exited.  She hit them, one after the other, and claimed them as her own.

“You both belong to me now,” she repeated from before.  “Now strip.”

“What!?!?!??!” protested Helen.

“That’s what we agreed upon, Mom,” said Kristi as she shed her clothes.  Helen reluctantly followed suit. Harmony stepped up to Helen and bounced her breasts in her hands as Helen had done to her earlier in the week.  “This is a side of you I’ve never seen before, Helen.  Nice udders you have.  I can’t wait to get you into the milking machine.”

“It will never happen.”  Helen tried to sound defiant but her blushing betrayed her feeling of embarrassment.

Then Harmony stepped up to Kristi and kissed her passionately before kissing each nipple.  “My favorite cupcake.  I can’t wait to play with you later.”

“I look forward to it, Mistress,” replied Kristi.  “And I’m beginning to understand why they call you the Slaver.”

“I still have two more to go,” Harmony said.  “Now you two run along to the house and wait for me.”

The two of them walked along together with Kristi grinning widely and Helen muttering to herself.

Harmony decided on a defensive strategy.  She did not know the terrain so she would have been at a disadvantage if she ventured out on a raid.  She found a spot that gave her a good view of the farm without making it easy to sneak up on her.  Then she hunkered down to wait.

She didn’t see anyone else at all for the remainder of the morning.  She assumed that the two blondes, who she thought of as the sisters, had been shot earlier.  They did not seem to know much about hunts.  That would leave just Henry and the single woman.  Would they be operating alone or together?  If they were operating together, what would that mean about what she would need to do?

It was mid afternoon when she got her answer.  They were operating independently.  She saw Henry slowly creeping up a trail that led near her defensive little clearing.  If he kept moving in that direction at that speed, she should have a clear shot at him within five minutes.

She checked her gun for ammunition and then prepared a second gun just in case.  She slowly, silently crept onto one of the large boulders so she would be shooting down at him.  It would mean that he would have to be looking up toward the bright sky to be able to shoot her.  It would hopefully affect his aim.

She aimed the gun, keeping Sir Henry in her sights as she waited for him to get closer.  He slowed and looked around, obviously suspicious of his surroundings.  But he started moving again.  Just a few more steps, she thought to herself.

Harmony put her finger on the trigger, and then….  SPLAT!!!   She knew without looking that she had been hit.  Maybe the two hunters had been working together after all.  She sat up and looked behind her, seeing the other woman standing triumphantly with her hands on her hips.

“Henry,” the woman shouted, “I got the fuckable one.”  Harmony cringed at the announcement.  She was not sure that she wanted to be known as the fuckable one.

“Damn, Lauren,” panted Henry as he emerged into the clearing, having run from where he was on the trail.  “I thought we agreed that I would bag her.”

“I changed my mind,” replied the woman who Harmony now knew to be Lauren.  “You’ve been fucking her all week.  This will give me a chance to enjoy her and see if your assessment is right.  Besides, you already bagged the other two.  You can’t be greedy.”

“Oh, I can be very greedy,” responded Henry.  “You are going to release Helen and Kristi and the Taylors, aren’t you?”

“Hmmm,” pondered Lauren.  “I don’t think so.  After all, they are the spoils of war and were legitimately won.”

“You can’t be serious!” said Henry.  It was almost as if they had forgotten about Harmony.  She was tempted to try to crawl away to safety but remembered that there were no rules that allowed that.  “Kristi is your best friend.  And think of what holding them would do to your relationship with Helen and the Taylors.  Besides, Helen has a prior commitment for tomorrow.”

“She should have thought about that before she agreed to the rules, then,” said Lauren.  Harmony agreed but remained silent.  “I will talk to each of them and let them pick their own time slots. All except the fuckable one.  I’m taking her home tonight.”

True to her word, Lauren met with them as a group and then individually.  Harmony was to be taken for the rest of today and tomorrow since her term was over on Saturday and her time was limited.  Kristi was to be collected on Monday morning since she had to return Harmony on Saturday and would not return until Sunday.  Lauren said that she would deliver a cage over the weekend and expected to find Kristi naked and inside of it by eight on Monday morning.

The mother and daughter were tough to negotiate.  The mother insisted that they be together.  Lauren insisted that she would not have enough time to enjoy either of them if they doubled up for a day.  The negotiated settlement was that they would report to Lauren at noon on Friday and would be released by eight on Sunday night.  They would get to be together and Lauren would have time to sample each of them thoroughly.

Lauren was too exhausted with the haggling by the time she got to Helen.  She just had the older woman sign an IOU that acknowledged that she owed Laura “thirty six consecutive hours of property rights over her body.”  They would figure out timing at a later date.

“I really love this version of hunting,” declared Lauren.  “With one shot, I got five slaves.”

Henry was fairly pleased with the outcome too.  He had bagged the two beautiful blondes and Harmony knew that they would see a lot of fucking while bound before tomorrow night.

Lauren let Kristi and Harmony say their goodbyes.  Then she loaded her new slavegirl into the cage in the bed of her pickup truck.  That same cage had been used to deliver one of the sisters this morning.  Lauren said goodbye and thanked everyone Henry for the hunt.  Then, she took her prize home.

To be continued

Chapter 12

“So tell me why you are the most fuckable woman on earth,” Lauren said as she stood with her hands on her hips in front of Harmony who was locked in a pillory.  One piece of the device captured her wrists and neck while the other trapped her ankles and held them far apart.  The apparatus was adjustable and currently Harmony was standing and looking back at her new owner.

“I’m sure I’m not,” replied Harmony.  “Until this week, I never even knew that Henry thought that.”

“Sir Henry is rarely wrong about anything.  I’ll have to experiment and find out what he was talking about.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony out of habit.  Then she stopped herself.  “What should I call you?”

“Mistress is good for now,” said Lauren.  “I’m sure that by tomorrow night, you’ll be calling me bitch or sadist or something even worse.”  This prediction sent a chill down Harmony’s spine.

Lauren did not look like a sadist.  She had grace and poise.  She had great posture, which showed off her impressive chest nicely.  Her face was a beautiful combination of angles and soft curves that emitted a sense of caring.  She had worn her dark brown hair in a ponytail during the hunt but now it tumbled freely over her shoulders and down her back.

When she got home, she had changed out of her hunting clothes of jeans, boots and a shirt and into a short robe that secured at the waist with a tie.  It showed off her very shapely legs and narrow waist.  And the neckline of the robe displayed the soft inner swells of her generous breasts.  Lauren picked up a riding crop which made Harmony’s heart skip a beat.  She used the crop to lift the slavegirl’s right breast.  “You are exquisitely put together.  If Kristi hadn’t told me that you have a daughter in college, I would never have guessed it.  You look closer to Kristi’s and my age.

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she felt her breast being lifted by the leather instrument of pain.

Lauren tapped Harmony’s taut belly with the crop several times, not trying to inflict pain but letting the slavegirl know that she could at any moment.  “That was quite a show you put on today.  I was very impressed.  You bagged four armed hunters.”

“Thank you, Mistress.  But part of it was luck.  The other part was just pure survival instinct.”

“Kristi has told me of your Wardham games.  You must be very good.  And she tells me that you are known as the Slaver there.  Now I see why.”

“I participate in them because I enjoy them.  Sometimes I win.  Sometimes I lose.  This year, I lost so I am Kristi’s slave.”

“And now you’re mine,” Lauren pressed a button and the apparatus started to shift positions, lowering Harmony’s head and leveling her torso.  She was still completely supported but now found her bottom sticking out behind her.

“I assume that you and Kristi just play at slavery,” Lauren continued.  “Have you ever been a real slave?”

“This is as close as I’ve gotten,” replied Harmony.

“It’s too bad,” said Lauren.  “You seem to have real potential as a slavegirl.  I would not mind owning you.  I do own that one who I donated to the hunt.  She tries to be pleasing.  But she doesn’t ever seem to quite pull it off.”

“She is very beautiful,” remarked Harmony from her doubled over position.

“Yes, she’s pretty enough,” agreed Lauren.  “But there’s something lacking.  I think you have it.”  Lauren ran her hand down Harmony’s naked back and then moved behind her, palpating the firm ass cheeks.

“I don’t know if you are the most fuckable but I do recognize good slave flesh,” Lauren continued.  “You were born to be a slave.”  She raised her hand and brought it down, spanking one glorious bottom cheek and then the other, eliciting an ooomphhh from Harmony with each strike.

Harmony elected to remain silent and not respond to Lauren’s comments.  She had entered a world where she didn’t know the players or the rules.  Slavery had always been a playful thing enjoyed for short periods of time.  It was a way to blow off steam and have an exciting and erotic time before returning to the real world and all of its drudgery and frustrations.

The people who she met this week took their slavery way too seriously.  Henry had already said he wanted to permanently enslave her.  Helen wanted to own her but didn’t have to actually do anything.  She would wait for her husband to take possession.  And now, Lauren wanted to own her permanently.

“What would it take for you to give me title to your body?” asked Lauren.

“It’s not for sale,” replied Harmony.

“Everything is for sale,” said Lauren.  “We just haven’t figured out the right price.  So, in the meantime, let me see what Henry has been talking about.”

Lauren moved back in front of Harmony and slipped her robe off her shoulders, letting it slide down her body to puddle on the floor.  The word cupcake kept running through Harmony’s mind but she knew better than to say anything.  Around the slender waist and hips and thighs was wrapped a harness.  Other than the harness, Lauren was naked andn Harmony thought she looked magnificent.  She reached to a table behind her and picked up a dildo which she started screwing into the harness.  Harmony sucked in her breath at the sight of the monster.  It was every bit as long as Henry’s but was probably twice the girth.  It was a bludgeon!

Lauren finished screwing on the dildo and moved behind Harmony.  She swiped the tip of the dildo between the exposed and vulnerable folds of the slavegirl’s sex and then backed up to examine the tool.  The tip of the cock was creamy with Harmony’s juices and a string of lubrication stretched from the dildo to the ready pussy.  Lauren knew that her girl would be able to accommodate the shaft.

Lauren stepped closer again and placed the tip of the dildo at the opening to the love canal, lodging it just barely inside.  Harmony trembled at the anticipation of being skewered by the long fat beast.  Lauren placed her hands on Harmony’s hips, holding her for a moment before pulling on the hips and arching her body forward, burying the monster cock in Harmony’s body with one smooth stroke.  Harmony thought she was being split in two at first.  Nothing, other than her two daughters at childbirth, had ever stretched her so much and she was heavily drugged for both child deliveries.  The shaft filled her and its tip banged against her cervix.  But then Lauren started stroking it in and out and the pain and discomfort were quickly replaced by arousal and pleasure.

For a long time, Lauren thrust the shaft in, varying the depth with each plunge.  Sometimes it would stop before reaching half way and other times it would pound against the slavegirl’s cervix.  Harmony was soon moaning loudly.

Lauren leaned over, flattening her breasts against Harmony’s back for a moment.  She reached under the slave and swatted the dangling breasts back and forth, eliciting more moans from the girl.  Finally, she gripped the sensitive nipples and pinched them tightly, causing Harmony to howl in pain.  Lauren started pumping the dildo again and stretching the nipples away from Harmony’s chest.  Harmony never figured out why that combination made her climax but a solid pounding against her cervix coupled with the fingers torturing her nipples threw her into an earth shattering orgasm.  She was reduced to whimpers and mewls as Lauren slowly extracted the bludgeon.

Lauren gave one of Harmony’s bottom cheeks a smack as she unscrewed the dildo.  “I think Henry might be right.  You sure seem fuckable to me.”

“Oh god,” whimpered Harmony.  “so intense.”

“You know what Henry gets to enjoy that I miss out on with a dildo?” asked Lauren.  And then she continued, not really expecting an answer.  “He gets to feel your tight little tunnel squeezing and caressing him.  He gets to feel your heat and arousal.  A dildo can’t do that.  But I know something that can.”

Without adjusting Harmony’s position, Lauren went back behind the slavegirl.  She pulled up a short stool and sat down.  Harmony felt her temporary owner’s fingers tracing her labia and then felt two of them slide in.

“Oh god,” uttered Harmony as she realized what was about to happen.

“So you’ve done this before?” asked Lauren.  Harmony had been fisted several times but was never able to enjoy it.  She had fisted numerous other girls during her lifetime, especially when she was interrogating someone during the games, and they all seemed to achieve orgasms from it.

Lauren withdrew her fingers and pinched Harmony’s clit hard, causing the slavegirl to shriek.  “I asked you a question, little one.”

“Yes, Mistress.  I have done this before,” she babbled quickly to avoid further punishment.

Lauren slid the fingers back in, along with a third one, stretching Harmony again.  “This way, I will be able to feel every little quiver and squeeze and ripple.  I’m going to love having your reactions laid completely bare.”

Lauren slid the fingers in and out slowly and reached around with her other hand to stroke the girl’s clit.  Harmony moaned and could not believe she was being treated this way.

A fourth finger slipped alongside the other three and Lauren kept moving them in and out.  Harmony groaned as she was stretched even further by the intruding fingers.

“Please, Mistress, no.  Please no.”

“Hush, girl,” admonished Lauren as she rubbed her girl’s clit again to take her mind off the upcoming part.  She tucked her thumb alongside the fingers and moved in and out, twisting her hand back and forth to fully lubricate the fingers.  She needn’t have worried about lubrication, though.  Harmony was already incredibly aroused and lubricated.  Lauren marveled at how wet her girl was.

Once Lauren felt the lubrication was sufficient, she pushed hard, popping her entire hand into Harmony and eliciting a squeal from the captive.  Some people preferred the slow build-up, thinking that by stretching a girl a little at a time, it was more humane.  Lauren thought it was tantamount to torture, though.  It left a girl feeling more and more stretched with each thrust and not knowing how bad it could get.  Lauren’s method got them past all of that drama and anxiety to the fun play part.  The key to Lauren’s method was lubrication and Harmony had plenty of that.

Lauren spread her fingers inside of Lauren, stroking the inner walls and probing every nook and cranny.  As she predicted, she felt the squeezing and quivering of the slavegirl against her wrist and hand.  It was delicious.  Every little moan was matched with a spasm or clenching.  It was divine.  It was at moments like this that she whished she had a cock.

Lauren had fisted girls before but had never fisted one who had delivered children.  Did anything change?  She set out to explore and find out.  Fingers danced and roamed.  Everything seemed to be in place.  There was nothing out of the ordinary.  She couldn’t get used to the fact that two babies had traveled through the channel that was now occupied by her hand but had left it so tight.  Harmony fit her hand like a glove.

It was time to research the cervix.  Would that still be tight after it had dilated so widely, previously?  She circled the little protrusion with her finger, causing Harmony’s belly to quiver and her sex to clamp tightly around Lauren’s wrist.  She moved the tip of her finger to the center of the little protrusion and started pushing slowly.  She had successfully pushed past it with other girls.  Would it be easier with Harmony because of her childbirth?

Harmony felt the pressure against her cervix and groaned as she realized what her tormentor was trying to do.  She felt her belly cramping as the finger pushed harder and harder.

“Aiiieeee!!!” squealed Harmony as the finger sent pain rippling through her body.  Lauren was amazed at how tight the cervix was.  She thought she would slip in easier.  She kept pushing and Harmony kept squealing and panting.  Eventually, the little gate gave way and Lauren’s finger slipped inside.  Pain was coursing through Harmony’s body at this point.

Lauren started stroking the girl’s clit again, occasionally pausing to knead or stretch a breast.  She started moving her finger in and out and marveled that she had just entered the sanctuary where two lives had begun.  She was inside the slavegirl’s womb.

She kept the finger moving in and out and the sharp pain became a dull ache.  She kept moving the fingers from her other hand over the very erect clitoris, strumming it and moving the girl toward an orgasm.

Lauren saw the slave’s cute little asshole right in front of her face.  She tilted her head forward and kissed the little rosebud before snaking out her tongue to circle it and stab into it.

Harmony was moaning loudly now.  She had a very sensitive bottom and, while the finger in her womb was distracting, the other fingers and the tongue were taking over the race for emotions and sensations.  Within moments of the tongue first piercing her little sphincter, Harmony shrieked and climaxed.  Lauren enjoyed the sounds of her pet’s orgasm but especially enjoyed the tactile side of it as Harmony’s sex pulsed and rippled and quivered.  It was unlike anything that Lauren had ever experienced and was more than she could ever hope for.

“One last fuckability test,” said Lauren after Harmony had recovered.

“Oh god no more,” begged Harmony.  She was not sure she would survive a third earth shattering climax.

Lauren leaned down and kissed Harmony.  Harmony was still in the same position with her torso horizontal to the floor and her bottom in the air.  “Just one more for now.  And then we’ll take a break.”

“Oh god, I’ll try,” whimpered Harmony.

Lauren ran her hand down Harmony’s soft, smooth back, feeling the perspiration that had formed there during her orgasmic exertions.  She reached beneath the girl and squeezed each of the delicious dangling breasts.  Then she placed her palm on Harmony’s belly, rubbing in slow circles to get her to relax.  She would need to rub the belly a lot for the next experience in order to keep her relaxed so she could enjoy it.

She kept rubbing with one hand, hearing Harmony almost purring like a cat.  With her other hand, she reached toward a tray that was out of Harmony’s line of sight.  She picked up a new dildo and started screwing it onto the harness.  This one was slightly shorter than the last one and significantly narrower.

Lauren stopped her rubbing, causing Harmony to groan in disappointment.  She dipped her fingers into a jar of lubricant and then coated the shaft that protruded from her crotch.  She placed her fingers between Harmony’s bottom cheeks and spread the remainder there, plunging two fingers into her asshole to coat inside also.

Harmony started struggling at her bindings furiously.  “No, please not that!!!  That thing will split me in two!!!  That monster will kill me!!!”

Lauren realized that Harmony thought she was wearing the huge dildo again.  She decided to let her continue to think that.  She rubbed a finger slowly around the well lubricated asshole and leaned down to whisper in Harmony’s ear.  “Trust me, little one.”

Harmony was still thrashing about as Lauren stepped behind her.  Harmony continued to whimper and beg.  She felt the tip of the spear at her little rosebud and then felt her owner’s hands on her hips.  With one thrust, Lauren sank the dildo halfway in and elicited a shriek from Harmony.  A second thrust sank it to the hilt and drew out another shriek.

“See girl?” said Lauren soothingly as she reached beneath Harmony and cupped a breast in her palm.  “It didn’t split you in two.  It didn’t kill you.  You have to trust me.”

Harmony was deep breathing, panting and howling as the log impaled her ass over and over again.  Again, she felt cramps as it would pound deep inside of her although these cramps were different from the ones resulting from the cervical assault.  The dildo slid in and out and soon Harmony adjusted to it.  She had anal sex many times before and it always happened this way.  She would feel like she was being torn apart and then things would die down.  Things were currently dying down.  Once, anal sex had even been pleasurable but that was a very rare, unique occurrence.

Lauren entertained herself with Harmony’s body during the anal sex.  One of the best entertainments was the visual one.  She watched for long moments as the slender black dildo sliced in and out of the creamy white ass.  It was beautiful.  It was the complete definition of dominance over another.

Lauren would also entertain herself by occasionally spanking one of Harmony’s bottom cheeks on an out thrust.  The sound was delicious and the pink handprint looked divine on the white cheeks.

Nipples, breasts and clit also provided entertainment.  In a way, she wished that she had not used the stocks for this.  She would have loved to pull Harmony’s head back by her hair and kiss her.  But with the heavy wood around her neck, that was not going to happen.  She started to focus on strumming Harmony’s clit.

Lauren was convinced that Henry’s declaration about Harmony was pure bravado and male chauvinism.  She had been at the party where Sir Henry had pronounced Harmony to be the most fuckable woman in the world.  She remembered that two of the people at the party knew Harmony and that one seemed shocked while the other said that Henry was probably right.  When Lauren discovered that Henry had never even had sex with Harmony, she wrote it all off as simply male fantasy.

Now, however, she was developing a new respect for Henry’s judgment.  Harmony was delightful.  She was beautiful, for one thing, but then so was Lauren’s permanent girl and she didn’t know how to fuck at all.  Harmony was also a wonderful collage of innocence and worldliness.  She had done most of this previously but she was not above letting her feelings and her fears show.  Most would have had a false sense of bravado or would have tried to act the pure and innocent role.  Harmony did neither.  Harmony was pure Harmony.

Harmony also gave back.  She could tell when her hand was inside her slave that Harmony’s muscles and movements must have been designed by the gods to give ultimate pleasure.  Lauren was becoming convinced that Harmony was the most fuckable woman in the world.

Long deep strokes kept a constant quivering going in Harmony’s belly.  Lauren reached under and started stroking the protruding clit again, feeling it pulsing.  As soon as Lauren felt Harmony close to the edge, she pushed her over and enjoyed another beautiful chorus of mewls and coos and happy sighs.

Harmony had gained a lot of respect from Lauren.  But Lauren still had some tests for the girl.  Those would wait until tomorrow, though.

Chapter 13

“Why did I have to sleep in a cage?” asked Harmony the next morning.

“Where do you think pets should sleep, pet?” retorted Lauren.  Lauren had on another short robe, loosely tied at the waist.  Harmony was predictably naked and kneeling at her owner’s feet.

“Am I a pet or a slavegirl?”

“You are both, I suppose,” replied Lauren.  “I have trouble making the distinction..  Both are animals.  Both are owned by others for the pleasure of the owner.”

“Oh,” replied Harmony in a whisper.  She had never thought of it that way.

“Have you ever had slaves, pet?”

“Yes.  But never for more than a few days.”

“Where did you let them sleep?” asked Lauren.

“In my bed, of course,” responded Harmony.  “I never thought of them as pets.  They were prized possessions to me.  I wanted to keep them close and to have them keep me warm.”

“Hmm,” said Lauren.  “That’s an interesting idea.  I’ll have to try that some time.  But let’s get on to today’s activities.  I was very impressed with your skills from yesterday and I’m inclined to agree with Sir Henry’s assessment of you.  But I wanted some unbiased third opinions.  So today, we have Breeding Day.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows.  “Breeding Day?  Who am I being bred with?”

Lauren arose and extended her hand.  “Before I answer that, let me take care of something.  Come with me, pet.”  Lauren led Harmony back to the room where she had been fucked the day before.  She fastened cuffs around Harmony’s wrists and then attached them to a hook that she lowered from the ceiling.  She pushed a button and Harmony was lifted into the air until her toes were inches off the floor.

Lauren went to the wall and selected a whip before turning back to Harmony.  “It pains me to do this, pet, but you have to observe common courtesies.”

“What!” cried Harmony when she saw the cruel whip in Lauren’s hand.  “What did I do?”

“Who am I, pet?”

Harmony groaned as she realized what she had done.  “You are my mistress, Mistress.”

“Yes, pet,” replied Lauren.  “And this will help you to remember.”

“Please, Mistress,” begged Harmony.  “I will remember from now on.”

Lauren trailed her fingers down Harmony’s cheek and then raised the whip to her lips.  Harmony whimpered when she saw the whip but puckered her lips obediently and kissed the instrument of her torture.  This is what Lauren so loved about Harmony.  She was pure in that all of her reactions were genuine.  She did not make up responses.  She was reacting from instinct, just as she had yesterday when she had captured the four hunters.  She was a wonderful cross between feral girl and society debutante.  She fit perfectly at a high society ball and at a hunt where the stakes were her freedom.

“Good girl,” said Lauren after the girl had kissed the whip.  “I’m only doing this to help you.  I will only give you five stripes this time.  I expect you to learn from this.  In the future, it will cost you more.”

“Yes, Mistress.  I understand.”  All of a sudden, Lauren detected a change in Harmony.  There was no begging or whimpering.  The girl had mentally prepared herself for her punishment.

“Then let’s get on with it,” said Lauren.  She spun Harmony so that the girl was facing away from her.  Then she exchanged whips.  The whip that she had shown Harmony was braided leather with knotted strands at the end.  It would have torn flesh from the beautiful slavegirl if Lauren had used it.  But Lauren never intended to use it.  She wanted to see Harmony’s reaction to it.  The initial reaction was to be expected.  The stoicism at the end caught her by surprise, though.  The slave might be fifteen or so years older than her but she was an amazing creature.

Lauren set the braided whip aside soundlessly and picked up a leather flogger.  It would sting but it would not tear.  At first, Harmony would not know the difference.  Lauren swung the flogger and let it land hard across Harmony’s back.  Lauren expected a scream but only heard a grunt.  This girl was amazing!  She was heroic!

Lauren tossed the flogger aside after one stroke and stepped up behind the dangling slave.  She wrapped her arms around Harmony’s waist and squeezed her tightly.  “You amaze me, girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Harmony.  “But I’m just me.”

“And I love just you,” responded Lauren.  “Someday, I have to own you again, even if just for a few days… or weeks… or years… or…”

“I’m already owned, Mistress… by my life,” replied Harmony.  “I have a job which is a cause.  I have a husband who is my love and my biggest supporter.  I have two daughters..  I subject myself to potential ownership each year during the games that Kristi told you about but that is just for the thrill of the hunt, because I really am already owned.”

Lauren twirled the hanging slavegirl so she was facing her again.  “I’m glad that you were captured this time.  It allowed me to meet a truly remarkable woman.”  After a comment like that, most people would expect Lauren to kiss Harmony, either on the lips or on the cheek.  But Lauren was nont what most people would expect.  Instead, she sank her teeth into Harmony’s left nipple, eliciting a yelp of surprise and then bit down into the other nipple until she got another yelp.

“Now, back to your question before I had to correct you.  You asked who you were being bred with.”  Lauren paused to let Harmony refocus.

“Yes, Mistress.  Who am I being bred with?”

“I have two brothers who I have invited.  And I asked them to bring a friend. You will be fucked by three males; well, three human males.”

Harmony gulped.  She had planned on asking about whether or not the males could be considered disease-free but when the ‘human’ comment came up, she lost total sight of disease testing.

“Human, Mistress?”

“Yes, the humans will be your appetizer this morning,” Lauren paused for effect.  “Have you ever been fucked by a dog?”

Harmony gulped again but did not respond.  She had never been fucked by any kind of animal but she didn’t think that her response would change the course of events for the day.

“Have you ever been fucked by a donkey?”

Again, Harmony remained silent.

“The final act for the day will be you making love with a horse.  I can bind you for the animals, if you would like.”

The two brothers and their friend up showed up on time.  They were obviously younger brothers and seemed to be in their late teens or early twenties.  Harmony was surprised at how intimate they were with their older sister.  They each grabbed and hugged Lauren and squeezed her breasts as they gave her passionate kisses.  Even the friend did the same.  Harmony once again concluded that she had just landed in a very kinky world.

Lauren asked how they boys would like her.  One brother elected to have her bent over a table.  The friend decided that worked for him too.  The two of them fucked her from behind while she was bent over the table.  Thankfully, neither of them gained any aspirations about penetrating her ass while she was in that position.

After they had each deposited their seed in her, Harmony noticed that Lauren called the boys over one at a time.  Lauren had a notepad and seemed to be interviewing the boys.  She had no idea what that was all about.

The second brother did not elect a position.  Instead, he told Lauren that he wanted a ‘free range chick.’  Lauren asked him if he was sure and he insisted.

Harmony looked at Lauren inquisitively.  If she was not going to be bound, what were the rules?  Lauren walked over to the table where she was bound and unfastened the bindings.  She leaned down and whispered in Harmony’s ear.  “Go for it, Slaver.  There will be no punishments, regardless of how it turns out.”

Harmony took a deep breath.  What was her objective?  Did she want to avoid capture?  Did she want to capture the male?  Did she want to delay and prolong the game as long as possible?  Based on the talk about animal rape, she decided that her goal was to prolong the ‘free range’ hunt as long as possible.

Free range turned out to be facing each other in the back yard.  Harmony tackled her opponent and got up to run but found that she was blocked at every entrance by either the brother or the friend.  She knocked down her opponent a second time and then sprinted toward the exit that looked most promising.  But the friend held onto her as she tried to bolt past him.  Her arms were held against her body and she was marched back to her third lover/rapist.

This brother wanted to look into her eyes.  She was draped across the table again, facing up this time.  He slapped his stiff cock onto her clit several times in retaliation for her knocking him down.  Then he sank his pole into her wet channel, pumping furiously for less than a minute before he blew his wad.  It was most unfulfilling for Harmony.

Chapter 14

Harmony was then bound into a frame that once again held her thighs spread, leaving her open and vulnerable.  This frame was low to the ground and her arms were tucked under her chest.  A strap across her forehead ensured that she would be looking straight ahead, but she couldn’t imagine what for.  She was too low to the ground to be forced to give blow jobs.

Once all of the bindings were secure, Kristi knelt in front of her and stroked a finger down her cheek.  “I don’t think you’re going to like this one little bit, pet..  But I will.”  Then she arose and moved out of Harmony’s sight.  A door opened, judging by the squeak of the hinges.  Harmony strained to hear what was going on.  She heard a jingle of a chain but still was not sure what was about to happen.

She tensed as she felt something cold touch her opened petals.  It touched again, causing her to jump slightly in her bindings.  A tongue lapped up between her thighs; a very long tongue.  It wasn’t until she felt a furry body rub against one of her legs that she realized an animal was between her legs.  Lauren hadn’t been kidding earlier!

Harmony opened her mouth and let out a shriek, causing the dog to back away fearfully.  Lauren had anticipated this reaction and was standing ready with a gag.  As soon as Harmony was fully into her shriek, Lauren stuffed the ball into her mouth, fastening the straps behind her head.  It did not completely silence the slavegirl but it significantly muffled her.

Lauren backed away to the side for a moment.  She suspected this was Harmony’s first taste of bestiality despite her vast sexual experience.  Harmony did not respond earlier but it was pretty clear that this was a first.  She would ask the slavegirl again later.

Lauren always loved watching her dog taking a girl and especially loved beast-virgins.  They wiggled and squirmed and tugged so deliciously.  They all shrieked; loud piercing screams.  She always had to have a gag ready for the moment when they first realized that they were to be fucked by a dog.

Her Great Dane was a massive beast and probably weighed close to what Harmony weighed.  He was still licking the slavegirl’s sex and was spending much more time with this than he usually did, although she could see that his pink spear was fully erect and ready to use.  Lauren wondered what was making him linger.  Was it the sweet taste of the girl that she also enjoyed?  Or was it the three loads of sperm that had just been deposited earlier?

One brother and the friend had already left.  The other brother stepped up behind Lauren and wrapped his arms around her with one hand at her waist.  The other one lifted his sister’s breast and held it.  “I hope you’re going to keep her,” the brother said.  “This one is spectacular.”

Lauren sighed.  “I only have her until this evening.  I have to return her to her owner then.”

“Then offer to buy her,” the brother said as he squeezed Lauren’s breast.  He opened her robe and now held a naked breast.  He thrilled at his sister’s body.  While he loved all of her slavegirls, he would prefer a steady diet of feasting on Lauren’s divine curves.  He would save his cock exclusively for her love canal.  But she wouldn’t allow it.  It was only at times like this when one of her slavegirls was on display and being used that he could ever have her.

His other hand slid down to her sex and he started to stroke her petals which were already quite slick with arousal.  The two of them watched as the dog positioned himself to penetrate the helpless girl.

The dog found his mark and thrust his hips forward, impaling the girl with one push.  Harmony gurgled out a scream as she felt the dog meat sliced into her and she felt his fur draped across her back.  The brother stabbed his finger into Lauren just as the dog stabbed and Lauren let out a low moan as she watched her pets couple and felt the finger plunge into her.

The brother moved Lauren to the right a foot to a railing so she would have something to hold onto.  She was mesmerized by the sight of Harmony and the dog and compliantly moved wherever she was guided.  The brother slid the robe off of Lauren and tossed it aside.  Then he guided her hands down to the railing which she gripped tightly.  He quickly slipped out of his clothes and sank his cock into her, feeling her tight tunnel gripping him.

Harmony was a whirlwind of emotion.  She was disgusted at being fucked by a dog.  At the same time, she found it to be very thrilling to be on display and used for the pleasure of another.  It was dehumanizing in a very erotic and stimulating way.  And she was also fearful.  Lauren had mentioned the dog but Harmony thought she was just bluffing.  But she wasn’t bluffing.  It was for real.  Were the donkey and the horse for real also?  That would be even more humiliating. Plus, they would be dangerous.  They could split her in two.

Lauren felt the cock slide into her.  The fact that it belonged to her brother was irrelevant.  It would provide her with the physical stimulation to go along with the extreme visual stimulation of watching Harmony being taken by a dog for the first time.  The cock stroked in and out of her slowly and methodically as two hands slid up her body to capture her dangling breasts.

Lauren looked at Harmony’s breasts which also dangled beneath her and swayed deliciously with each thrust of the dog.  Her eyes wandered back to where the two lovers were joined.  She could see the long pink shaft appear each time the dog pulled out, only to disappear again when the dog thrust back in.  She could see Harmony’s butt cheeks tensing before each thrust and could tell that she was instinctively but unsuccessfully trying to close her legs to protect her modesty.

She had trained her dog well.  He only fucked women when invited to by Lauren.  And he only came when commanded to by Lauren.  The latter was difficult.  She almost wore out one of her slavegirls as the dog repeatedly fucked her during training.  A shock collar provided the negative reinforcement that accompanied premature ejaculation and eventually the dog got the message that he was to wait for permission before depositing his seed.

The training had paid off, though.  Now, he had the discipline to fuck forever if need be.  This way, if a girl could have an orgasm through vaginal stimulation, then Lauren could let the dog keep going until orgasm was achieved.  She knew from experience that Harmony could climax that way.  Lauren could also climax that way and occasionally treated the dog to her own honey pot.

Harmony glanced frantically around trying to find a way out.  It was a desperate move, she knew.  She was bound so tightly that escape would be impossible.  Her field of vision was limited but she could barely make out Lauren to the far left of what she could see.  Her temporary owner appeared to be naked now and bent forward slightly but that was all she could make out.

Harmony whimpered as the dog kept pumping deep into her.  Why doesn’t he just climax and get it over with, she thought.  The longer he pumped, the more aroused she got.  But she refused to have an orgasm from a canine rapist.  She bit her lower lip to try to block out the feelings of arousal.

The brother slid his hand down his sister’s tight belly and placed a finger over her clit.  Lauren grasped his wrist and pulled his hand back up.  She whispered, “Wait.”

Her brother’s comment from earlier finally sank in.  “I don’t think she’s for sale,” Lauren said as she felt her brother’s cock pierce her and fill her again.  “I think she goes back to her real life in a few days.”

“Do you want her?” asked the brother as he gathered Lauren’s breasts in his hands again.

“Oh yes,” breathed Lauren as she saw the beautiful blonde woman still struggling in her bindings as the dog cock sliced into her over and over.  “Who wouldn’t?”

“Chad and I can take her for you,” the brother said as he rolled her stiff nipples back and forth.  “We can bring her back for you.”

“Thanks, bro,” she said as she reached between her thighs and gave his dangling balls a squeeze.  “But I only take volunteers to the lifestyle.  Once they volunteer, then I’ll buy and sell them, but I don’t condone kidnapping.”

“Keep it in mind, sis,” he said.  “We would do it for you.”

Lauren watched the naked slavegirl trembling as she was losing her battle to stave off an orgasm.  Her belly was quivering and her face was flushed.  Lauren could only see one breast from her vantage point but she could see that the nipple was very stiff with arousal as it swayed back and forth in time with the dog’s thrusting.  Lauren saw the girl’s face scrunch up and then the whole body tensed as she let out a long low muffled groan as she climaxed.

“Now, Hamlet,” Lauren commanded.  It only took two more strokes for the dog to tense in climax.

Lauren turned her head and kissed her brother who had continued to pump his thick organ into her.  “Now, Jerry,” she said.  The brother slid his hand back down her soft, firm belly and started stroking her clit as he moved his cock in and out of her.  He had slowed down for fear of climaxing too soon but now he knew that his reward was close.

Lauren tensed as her own orgasm erupted inside of her.  Moments later, her brother’s cock erupted deep inside of her, spewing its seed within her sex.  He continued to stroke her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she finally had to squeeze her thighs together to get him to stop.

The Great Dane had dismounted, leaving Harmony still quivering in the rack to which she was bound.  Drool dripped down her chin and onto the lawn.  Her eyes were closed as she tried to block out the shame of what she had just done.  She had mated with an animal!

“I can’t believe you made me do that!” were Harmony’s first words once the gag was removed.  “I’m so embarrassed!”

Lauren continued to remove the straps but paused to comb her fingers through the slave’s luxurious blond mane.  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.  You didn’t choose to do this.  You were forced to do it.  That’s the beauty of being a slave.  Since all of your decisions are made for you, you can’t have any guilt or shame.”

The last binding was removed and Lauren helped Harmony to her feet.  She gathered the slavegirl in her arms and kissed her passionately.  “That was your first dog, wasn’t it?” she asked after the kiss ended.

“Of course it was,” replied Harmony.  “Who does dogs?”

“Did you like it?”

“No, of course not,” said Harmony.

Lauren laughed and spanked one of Harmony’s bottom cheeks hard.  “Liar, liar!” she said accusingly.  “It looked like a pretty powerful orgasm to me.”

“You didn’t ask me about the orgasm,” retorted Harmony.  “You asked me about fucking a dog.”

Lauren was confused.  She didn’t know how to separate the two in her mind but obviously Harmony could.  “Well, how was the orgasm, pet?”

Harmony blushed.  “The orgasm was nice.  But please, Mistress, no donkey or horse.”

“Good girl,” smiled Lauren.  And she kissed her pet again.  “And we’ll see about the donkey and horse.”

Chapter 15

Harmony was returned to Kristi by nightfall.  She never did have to endure the donkey and horse, much to her relief.  Lauren did fist her again, though.  She explained that Harmony had received four loads of sperm, three from humans and one from the canine, and she wanted to compare to the day before.  Harmony was bound on her back to a table that had moving pieces.  Once bound to the table, the bottom separated, swiveling out to spread her legs wide.  The top did the same to form her body like a horizontal X.  A piece of the top remained to support her head.

Lauren had stood between her stretched legs and slowly insinuated her fingers until she punched through again.  Harmony once again groaned at being so full.  The experimentation was quicker this time but Lauren ensured that her pet enjoyed a satisfying orgasm.  Then she let her brother fuck the slavegirl again.

“If you ever come to own her,” Lauren said to Kristi as Henry and Helen stood nearby, “I will buy her from you so you make a handsome profit.”

“Thank you,” replied Kristi, “but her slave days end on Saturday.”

“Too bad,” nodded Lauren.  “But at least I have you.  Be in the cage on Monday.”

Kristi blushed.  “I’ll be there.”

“And I’m looking forward to owning you too,” Lauren said to Helen as she reached up and squeezed the full breasts.  “I’ll call you tomorrow to schedule.”

Kristi led Harmony away as soon as Lauren left.  She wanted to have Harmony to herself for one thing before her father could whisk her away to fuck her again.  She also wanted to find out what Lauren had done to her since she was due to be owned next week.

Harmony told her young owner about each of the ordeals and watched he expressions turn from embarrassment to shock to fear.  The huge dildo was bad.  The anal sex was worse.  The fisting was horrible.  And the subsequent gang bang and bestiality were simply unspeakable.

“I don’t think I can do this, Harmony,” Kristi said.

“Then don’t, Mistress.  This should be a game.  If it stops being fun, then you should stop.”

“Did you have fun?” asked Kristi.

“It’s not something that I would sign up for but I never thought that I was in any danger,” explained Harmony.  “There were a few new experiences and I always like new adventures.  The thing that I’m most worried about, and the thing that I view as the biggest danger to me, is the pictures that your father has taken.”

“Yes, I was surprised about that,” said Kristi.  “I have already talked to him about it.  He says that he never intended to keep them beyond this week.  And he never planned to give them to anyone.”

“Let’s hope not,” sighed Harmony.

Kristi had been without her slavegirl for two days and just wanted to make love.  There were no bindings and no whips.  It was just two girls enjoying one another’s bodies.  At the end of the evening, Kristi drifted off to sleep, suckling on one of Harmony’s lush breasts, leaving the slavegirl alone in her thoughts.

Why did she continue to play these games?  She was twenty years out of college and yet she still participated as much as the rules would allow.  She would probably be in more of the games each year if the rules permitted.  Why did she put herself at risk?  Sometimes it was just physical risk:  the risk of a broken bone or concussion or contusion.  There was always the risk to reputation.  What would world leaders think if they knew that the head of a global nonprofit ran around the woods half naked capturing girls or being captured by girls?

And there was the risk to her freedom.  Several times, she had been held captive as a slave at the conclusion of the games.  In previous years, this had only been for a day.  This year was the longest period of slavery yet, unless she counted her freshman year of college in which she was virtually a slave.

At the Sigma house, all pledges were treated as slaves until they were fully initiated into the sisterhood.  Harmony had done some kissing and petting with other girls before arriving at college.  Once she became a Sigma pledge, she was totally immersed in lesbian sex.  And for that first year, she was totally submissive.  The sisters made sure that the pledges did well academically.  That was the most important job for a Sigma pledge.  After that, the pledges served at the pleasure of the sisters.  They were kept naked whenever at the sorority house.  They each wore pink collars which served as reminders that they were ‘owned’ by the sisters.  And they were sexual playthings.  They were fondled and fucked.  Their lips and tongues were frequently utilized to provide pleasure to the sisters.  They were used as naked decorative ornaments around the sorority.  And they frequently were called on to entertain the sisters.  Sometimes this entailed masturbating for an audience.  Sometimes two pledges were placed on a tale to provide a cunnilingus show.  The result was that they were sex slaves for all intents and purposes.

The pledge year was filled with humiliation and unpleasant surprises.  In hindsight, it had been thrilling.  Since that year, however, this week had been the longest stint of slavery that Harmony had experienced.  It too had been filled with all sorts of unpleasantries, humiliations and surprises.  But she could already tell that this week would be remembered as thrilling.

Harmony looked down at the girl who was suckling on her left nipple, feeling the pulsing suction as Kristi’s lips slowly drew the little bud into her mouth over and over again.  The younger woman was clearly asleep but her mouth contentedly suckled on the full breast as she dozed.  Harmony reached over and brushed the red locks out of Kristi’s face and smiled at the beautiful girl who owned her.

This week had reawakened something in Harmony.  She had felt somehow very safe as a pledge.  She was used by others perpetually during that year but she took comfort in how the sisters owned her.  They protected her.  They made sure she was successful.  And they made sure that she did not have to worry herself with decisions.  They made all decisions for her.

This week was the same.  She had been relieved of all responsibilities.  Her entire world focused on pleasing others and they had let her explore new things without ever placing her in danger.  She had not liked all of the new things; at least some of them were things that she would not have chosen for her self.  But they never did anything out of malice and she had grown from it.

She was starting to wonder.  Did these feelings mean that she was meant to be a slave?  Was she more comfortable knowing that someone owned her?  She could not imagine giving up any part of her life but could her life be enhanced and fulfilled if she were a slave, at least part of the time?

Her husband loved her and she loved him very much.  He would never agree to own her.  That would change the relationship forever and she did not want that.  Sir Henry wanted to own her.  He had already made that abundantly clear many times during the week.  But her professional relationship stood in the way of that ever working out.

Maybe Shackles might be the answer.  The resort that she had planned to take Kristi to was a place for people to pursue their master/slave fantasies.  Maybe she could go there several times each year as an unattached slave?

Her nipple was becoming raw from the incessant suckling.  She carefully slipped a finger between Kristi’s lips and her nipple to break the suction and free her nipple.  But as soon as she accomplished that, the sleeping girl nuzzled around until she found the other nipple and began her suckling anew.  Harmony just sighed as she felt her nipple pulsing in and out of the mouth.

She tried to think of ways that she could fulfill this newfound need.  Allowing herself to be captured at the annual Old Girl Games was out of the question.  After all, she was The Slaver.  It would not do to have the slaver ending up as a slave each year.

She eventually drifted off to sleep with her nipple being stimulated.  She slept with images of slavegirls dancing in her head.

Chapter 16

Friday continued as the week had started.  Sir Henry came to claim her early in the morning, rousing her from her sleep without waking Kristi.  He took her to his playroom where he once again bound her, this time being bent over what looked like a vaulting horse.

“I understand that you had an exciting time with Lauren, girl,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  “It was different.  And educational.”

Henry laughed and swatted each of the exposed bottom cheeks.  “I’m glad.  I have drafted your slave contract.  It’s ready for you to sign whenever you are ready.”

“Thank you, Master,” she replied.  “But I don’t think I am ready.”

“You will be,” he said as his hands caressed and kneaded the firm butt cheeks.  “Someday soon, you will realize that you want to be owned; need to be owned.”

Harmony blushed.  She knew that he had hidden cameras all about.  Did he also have a way of reading minds?

“I have been saving this moment all week,” Henry went on.  “Today, I take your ass.”

Harmony’s eyes flew open wide in surprise and she gasped.  “Please, Master.  Not that!  You are too big!  You’ll damage me!”

“I would never harm my most precious belonging, girl,” he said as his hand caressed her back soothingly.  “We’ll take it nice and slow.”

“Please, Master,” she pleaded.  But the only response that she got was two fingers rubbing lubricating jelly around her little pucker and then pushing into her bottom to coat her inside.

“Please, please, please,” she whimpered.  She didn’t struggle in her bindings.  She knew that they would be secure.  She knew that her bottom was to be violated.  It was inevitable.

Henry moved in front of her with his log pointing threateningly at her.  He grasped her long blonde hair and pulled it back to raise her head so that the shaft was staring directly at her.

“Worship it, my little slave.”  Henry was completely naked.  She had not even heard him removing his clothes.  Again, she knew that her anal impalement was inevitable.  She obediently opened her mouth and started bathing the shaft with her tongue.  She could only get about a third of the long cock into her mouth and its girth forced her to stretch her mouth open wide.  She lathered up the cock with her saliva as best she could, knowing that she would need all of the lubrication that she could get.

Eventually, he withdrew and moved behind her.  He positioned his cock at her little rosebud and she sucked in her breath in anticipation.  He coated the shaft with more of the jelly while she whimpered in fear.

He pushed.  She groaned.  He pushed again and her little pucker began to yield.  He pushed harder and the head slipped into her ass, stretching her obscenely.  She opened her mouth and let out a strangled cry.

Once he had stretched her wide, he paused, allowing her to catch her breath.  Then he pushed and paused and pushed and paused.  Each push lodged another inch of his log in her bottom.  Finally, after ten or so pushes, he was embedded to the hilt.  She felt his balls bouncing against her sex which she realized was surprisingly wet.

He paused for a moment, again to let her adjust.  Then he started a slow pumping motion, withdrawing until just the tip was inside her and then plunging until his balls slapped against her slick petals.  Her belly cramped each time he pushed fully into her but the pain in her sphincter quickly dissipated and was replaced with arousal swirling through her body.

Henry placed his hands on the bound girl’s hips and slid them down her thighs and then back up to glide over her back.  The creamy flesh was unbelievably smooth and supple.  He had to own this girl!

He listened as she cooed and mewled little sounds.  It was not clear if she was whimpering from discomfort or pain or if she was highly aroused.  He hoped that there was at least a little bit of each.

He looked down at her heart shaped bottom.  Her asshole was spread wide by his massive tool and he loved the sight of it disappearing into her.  Withdrawing from her was equally exciting to his eyes.  Her little sphincter stretched around his cock and seemed to cling to it as his shaft pulled out.  He saw her tremble and hoped that it was because she was receiving pleasure.

On one of his withdrawals, he coated his shaft with more lubricating jelly.  He definitely was not trying to cause damage.  Discomfort was fine as was mild pain.  Humiliation was fine.  But he wanted no tears or bruising.

This girl would someday become his property.  He wanted her intact.  She did not yet know that he would own her but he had no doubt about it.  He thought back to the contract that his private attorney had drafted.  It probably needed to be toned down a bit.  His attorney, who owned slavegirls of her own, had made the contract a bit one-sided.  He realized that he wanted to control her when he desired but did not need total control at all times.  In fact, part of what made this slave so appealing was that she was such a successful and confident leader.  Turning her into a completely dependent slave would probably ruin her.

After the hunt, Kristi had informed him of Harmony’s reputation at Wardham.  She was an institution within the institution.  She was the legendary Slaver.  He didn’t want to take that away from her.  He wanted to own the Slaver but still wanted her to be the Slaver.

Harmony could not believe what her body was doing.  Her breathing was becoming ragged.  She felt the flush of arousal spreading across her cheeks and chest.  Her belly was quivering.  She was about to climax!  This couldn’t be happening!  She had heard stories about climaxes from anal intercourse but always brushed them off as wishful thinking.  But she could feel herself moving closer and closer to the orgasmic abyss.

Henry looked down in awe.  He too had detected the oncoming orgasm.  He too had heard stories about the anal climax but he had dismissed them as wishful thinking of those who had never even had anal sex.  Now, this most fuckable woman in the world was on the cliff.  He kept up his slow in and out motions, watching her bottom accepting his shaft and then releasing it until he felt her tense and quake.  He heard her whimper and then cry out.  He kept up his slow pistoning to prolong her ecstasy.  He was not going to climax in her; not this time.  It would almost be like defiling a temple if he shot his seed into her.

She gasped for breath and pulled her arms against their bindings as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body.  He slowly came to a halt with his hard cock still embedded in her ass.  He threw out all of his previous ideas about owning her.  To own something so precious would change it.  To change it would ruin what was so precious.  He came to a decision.

Slowly, she regained her senses.  Her breathing returned to normal.  She opened her eyes and realized that the cock was still hard and embedded in her bottom.  It was not moving.

“Did I displease you, Master?” were her first words.

“Oh my god, no, little one,” he replied as he leaned over her and released her wrists.

“But you did not climax.”

“That was my choice, precious,” he said.  “I did not want to spoil the moment with the release of my seed.  I wanted to savor your beauty.”  He gingerly disengaged from her bottom and then released her ankles.

“Come sit with me, girl.  We have to talk.  I am throwing out the contract that I had drafted.”

Harmony straightened up and moved to the large leather chair where he sat.  He patted his lap and she slipped into her, seating her naked bottom over his still tumescent organ.  He wrapped his arms around her and held her lovingly.

“You know that I want to own you,” he started.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  “You have made that clear.”

“I now know that I can’t,” he continued.

Harmony raised her eyebrows at the comment, not knowing where this conversation was headed.  She remained silent.

“The most fuckable woman in the world would cease to be if she were owned.”

Harmony blushed at the statement.  “Master, thank you for thinking of me that way.  But I’m not.  I’m sure the sisters were more fuckable than me.”

“The sisters?” he asked, puzzled.

“I’m sorry, Master.  I meant those two blondes that you caught during the hunt.  I never knew their names.  I just dubbed them the sisters in my mind.”

“Oh them,” he replied.  “They were barely passable.”

“Oh,” she responded, surprised.  “Why do you say that?  I thought they were each gorgeous.”

“They were pretty enough,” he said.  “But I would give up a hundred days with both of them to spend a single day with you perched on my cock.”

Harmony blushed again.  “I don’t understand, Master,”

“Then you have not been paying attention, little one,” he said as he let his hand glide up her belly to cup a breast and hold it.  “Kristi owns you for the week.  She has talked about nothing for the past year other than being with you again.  She thought that you would end up owning her.  She is delighted that you belong to her.”

Harmony started to relax a bit.  She nestled into his arms, feeling the hand claim her breast.  She parted her thighs and reached between them, finding his cock and tugging on it until it stood erect between her legs.  She knew that he had to have been uncomfortable with it being so erect and folded over the way it was.  Now it was standing tall and its shaft pressed against her highly aroused labia.

“That gesture is a perfect example of what I’m talking about, Harmony,” he continued as he gave her breast another loving squeeze.  He tilted her head forward and kissed the blonde locks which were disheveled since he had awoken her to fuck her.  “You are so loving; so giving.  You are only thinking of pleasing even though I just fucked your ass, which could not have been pleasant.”

Harmony was not sure to reply to that comment at first.  Finally, she spoke.  “Well, you did make me climax, Master.”

Henry chuckled and moved his other hand to her belly.  This girl was such a precious gift.  He moved his hand in small circles over her tight belly.  She had the body of a teenager; the sexuality of a goddess;  the soul of a saint.

“Yes, I loved your climax,” he responded.  “Thank you for that gift.  I never knew that someone could achieve orgasm from that.”

Harmony blushed yet again.  “Neither did I, Master.”

“As I said, Kristi has wanted to be with you for the past year.  Helen desperately wants to own you.  I have long thought that you would be the perfect addition to my estate.  Even Lauren, who only met you this week, has said that she would pay any price to have you wear her collar.”

Harmony instinctively reached up and ran her fingers over the collar that Kristi had given her.  She had all but forgotten it since she received it almost a week earlier.  Now, she remembered that it was a symbol that she was property, at least for the moment.

“The sisters, as you call them,” he went on, “were barely passable.  They fucked well enough.  They were energetic.  They made entertaining sounds when they were fucked.  But they were not you.  Like I said, I would give up a hundred days with both of them for a day with you; a thousand days.”

Harmony turned silent again and just listened.  She still had no idea where this conversation was headed.

“I am throwing out the contract.  Here is my new proposal.  I will have it drawn up by my attorney today.”

Harmony turned her head and looked at him as he spoke.

“I will double your organization’s revenues.  Part of that will come from me.  The rest will come from others who I solicit to become donors.  That will help you with the good work that you do.  And with the additional donors, the financial strength of your charity will be more secure than ever.”

Again, Harmony stayed silent and listened.

“In exchange,” he continued, “I would like to own you for four weeks out of every year.”

Harmony sucked in her breath.  The additional money for her charity would allow her to do unbelievable good.  It was unheard of for a nonprofit to come into that kind of funding.  But it would not be right.  She knew that her husband would be fine with whatever her decision was.  He trusted her completely and she trusted him the same.  But it would not be right in her mind.

“Thank you, Master,” she replied slowly.  “But that would make me a whore.”

Henry was taken aback by the response.  He had not intended any offense.  To him, this was nothing more than a business transaction.  “A whore?  It would?”

“Yes, Master.  I would be agreeing to have sex for money.”

Henry wrapped his arms around the naked slave in his lap and hugged her.  “I’m sorry.  I did not mean it that way.  I’m just desperately trying to find a way of owning you without owning you.”

“Thank you, Master,” she sighed.  She turned her head and kissed him.  “May I think about your offer?”

Henry gave her another squeeze.  “Of course you may.”

“Thank you, Master.  May I pleasure you now?”  She reached between her thighs and ran her fingers along the cock which was still throbbing with its arousal.

“Please do, girl,” he replied.  He prided himself on his control but having the girl cuddled into his lap along with the touch to his cock almost made him ejaculate on the spot.

Harmony arose from the lap and went to the sink.  She was not sure why there was a sink in the playroom but she was glad it was there.  She ran the water until it was warm and then held a washcloth under it.  She twisted the cloth to wring it out and then returned to Henry, kneeling between his legs.

She slowly bathed his cock with the damp cloth.  It had recently returned from an unspeakable place and she wanted to ensure it was clean before it entered her again.  Over and over again, she stroked it with the washcloth.  She leaned down and took the tip of it in her mouth, fluttering her tongue over it and teasing it.

Henry groaned at the delicious sensations the girl was providing to him.  This woman was way beyond perfect.  He watched as she set the cloth aside and then arose again.  She straddled his legs, facing him, and then reached down to guide his shaft into her slick tunnel as she lowered herself.

Henry let out a hiss as the wet warmth enveloped his cock.  It was heaven.  Harmony leaned forward and lifted a breast in her hand, feeding the nipple to his lips.  He sucked it into his mouth greedily as she started a slow up and down motion.

Harmony knew that she should be insulted by the indecent proposal that she had just been offer but, oddly enough, she wasn’t.  In fact, she was flattered.  This man, whose cock was embedded deep within her, would give anything to have her with him.  How many forty one year old women were desired so strongly?  She took it as quite a compliment that he wanted her so badly.

Chapter 17

After finishing with draining Henry’s sperm from him, she was taken back to Kristi who was still sleeping.  Henry tucked the slavegirl back into bed and then kissed her before slipping back into the hallway.

Once again, Harmony was left to her own thoughts.  Her head was spinning once again.  What was she?  A dominant who thrived on being submissive?  A slavegirl who relished capturing and enslaving others?  Her world had been neatly amoral until now.  She always thought of herself as just a free spirit who sought pleasure.  Maybe that still applied.  She didn’t know.

Kristi awoke and ravished her.  She had her third orgasm of the day as her tongue brought Kristi to her first.  They lounged in bed and sipped coffee as they cuddled.

Kristi was feeling sad.  This was her last day owning the beautiful slave.  “I can’t believe the week is over so fast.  I’m going to miss my girl.”

“I’m going to miss you too, Mistress,” replied Harmony.  “I have loved being owned by you.”

Then it dawned on her.  She came up with a response to Henry’s proposal.  She needed to think some more but she was pretty sure that she had a solution that would meet everyone’s needs.

Helen borrowed the slavegirl for a couple of hours in the afternoon.  Harmony was dreading what might happen this time.  Helen just seemed to view her as a grown-up, obscene Barbie Doll who could be dressed up and posed and displayed.  Would she be a puppy girl this time?

Helen just wanted to be with her and talk, though.  Harmony knelt at Helen’s feet and the mistress cradled the warm, soft breasts in her hands as they talked.

“Henry is quite taken by you, girl,” Helen said.

“That’s very flattering, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she gazed up at the older woman.

“He’s not the only one,” Helen continued.  “I want to enjoy you more.  And I have never seen Kristi so happy.”

Harmony remained silent.  She did not know what to say.

“Henry tells me that he made you an offer.”  She slowly kneaded the firm breasts as she spoke.  “I hope you will at least consider it.  We would love to own you again; and often.”

They chatted for over two hours before Harmony was returned to Kristi.  The two girls made love two more times during the afternoon and finally cuddled together.

“Are you looking forward to Monday?” asked Harmony.

Kristi shuddered slightly.  “Kind of.  It will be exciting but it’s also scary.  I don’t think I can do the things that you did.”

Harmony kissed her owner.  “You will be fine.  Just release yourself.  You don’t have any say in what happens.  So just let go and enjoy what comes.”

“I will try,” breathed Kristi.

After dinner, Harmony announced that she wanted to make a counter proposal.  Henry was horny again and told her that she could make the proposal while he fucked her.

“But I think that everyone should hear this, Master.”

“Then they can join us in the playroom and listen.”

So fifteen minutes later, Harmony was bound and suspended in a sling.  Her arms and legs were once again stretched outward and she was horizontal, about three feet off the ground.  Henry and the two women stood around her and kept spinning the sling.  Each one would kiss her when her head swing their way or would fondle or probe her as other body parts came into reach.

Henry took off his clothes in preparation for the final fucking of the week.  Kristi gasped at the sight of her naked father.  She had never seen him nude before and had no idea how massive his cock was.

Henry stepped between Harmony’s outstretched legs and ran the tip of his cock up through the slavegirl’s slick petals.  “Tell me your proposal, girl.”

Harmony moaned softly at the feel of the bulb parting her labia and sliding along them.  Helen slipped closer and wrapped her fingers around the cock and took over directing it up and down.  Kristi watched in awe.  She had fucked before but had never had a stage-side seat.  And certainly, she had never seen her father fuck.

Kristi placed a hand on each of Harmony’s breasts and kneaded them before focusing on the stiff nipples.  She rolled the nubbins back and forth, enjoying how they hardened even more.

Helen stopped moving the cock and positioned it for entry.  Henry accommodated by moving forward, penetrating the girl in the sling and causing her to moan again.  “Okay, girl, let’s hear it.”

“Oh god,” groaned Harmony.  She was not sure she could think clearly with the huge rod moving in and out of her.  But she knew that everyone was waiting on her.  She would have to do her best.

“Yes, Master,” she began.  “It’s really just a variation on your offer.  But it’s not ready to finalize.  I will have to talk to my husband first.”

“Of course dear,” said Helen as she leaned down to suck one of the delicious nipples into her mouth.

“So think of this as more of a letter of intent rather than an offer or contract at this point.  I will be your slavegirl for four weeks out of the year.  In exchange, you will give Kristi to me for four weeks out of the year.”

Kristi sucked in her breath and opened her eyes wide in surprise.  How did she become involved in this?

‘”Hmmm,” said Henry as he slowly plunged into the warm recesses of the slavegirl’s sex.  “You want me to give my daughter away into slavery?”

“Yes, Master.  For four weeks each year.  For some of that time, she will be mine to play with.  For some of it, my husband and I will use her as a toy.  And sometimes, I might want her delivered to my husband to entertain him when I am with you.”

Harmony groaned as the bludgeon deep inside her banged into her cervix.  “As for funding the foundation, there will be no strings attached.  I am hoping that you will give what you can and that you can convince friends to give what they can.  But that will be totally outside of this deal.  This is a girl for a girl; a body for a body.”

Henry looked at Kristi who was having difficultly concentrating on anything other than her father’s cock sawing in and out of the beautiful slave.  “What do you think, Kristi?”

“Well,” she tried to formulate her thoughts.  “It would allow me to spend more time with Harmony and I would like that.  And I have been with her husband.  He is very nice so I would like that.”

“But you realize that you would be a slave, don’t you?” asked Helen.  “You could be shared with anyone; even your father.  Slaves is slaves.”

Kristi gasped at that thought but nodded her head slowly.  “Yes, Mother, I understand.”

“Good,” remarked Henry as he plunged quickly back into Harmony, banging against her cervix again and causing cramps and dull pain to shoot through her body.  “Then it’s all settled.”

“If my husband agrees,” reminded Harmony.

“Of course, of course,” agreed Henry.  “When can I collect my first week?”

“Oh,” replied Harmony.  “I don’t know.  I need to spend a few weeks at the foundation to catch up on things and to deal with some issues.  In about a month, maybe?”

“Good girl.  I’ll put it on my calendar.  And when can my daughter become a slave?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Harmony.  “Soon, I hope; very soon.”

“You will have to display her for me someday,” he said.  “Maybe even share her occasionally.”

Kristi gasped again.

“I would be happy to, Sir Henry.  In fact, I’ll display her for you as soon as I am finished pleasuring you.”

Kristi’s face went white.  Within a matter of minutes, she had gone from mistress to slavegirl.  Within that same time, she had gone from loving daughter to merchandise to be inspected.  She was aghast.

At the same time, however, she felt her sex pulsing.  While she loved owning Harmony, she knew that she was really a submissive at heart.  If the truth be told, she was really looking forward to Monday when she would spend two days as a slave of her best friend.  And she knew that they days would drag by very slowly until Harmony collected her for her first week of slavery.

But being displayed to her father?  And her mother?  How humiliating would that be?  Things had turned very surreal very quickly.

Harmony’s subtle body motions and vaginal contractions and squeezes soon overpowered the master.  With a groan, he tensed and once again emptied his balls into the beautiful, squirmy slavegirl.  She smiled as she felt the spurts flooding her sex.  She decided that she needed to buy one of these slings for herself.  It would be fun to bind Kristi in it.  It would also be fun to have sex in one with her husband.

Harmony was released from her bindings and stood up, facing Kristi.  “Do you submit to me?”

Kristi blushed and glanced downward.  She nodded slowly and finally whispered her response.  “Yes, Mistress.”

Harmony placed a palm on each of Kristi’s cheeks, tilting her face up and kissing her.  “Good girl.  Now let’s get you unwrapped so the master can see what a beautiful slavegirl I have.”

“Yes, Mistress,” whispered Kristi again.

Slowly and very seductively, Harmony stripped the girl until there were two naked female forms in the playroom.  Helen was the first to react.  She stepped in front of her daughter and hugged and kissed her.  Then she raised her hands and held the two beautiful breasts.  “I just love blushing slaves.”

Kristi returned her gaze to the floor and felt her blush deepen.  Harmony stepped back and stood beside Henry who positioned her in front of him.  She felt his cock, still sticky from her juices resting against the small of her back as he pulled her close.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Master?” asked Harmony.

“She’s gorgeous,” replied Sir Henry.  “Just like my slavegirl.  She looks delectable.”

“Good enough to eat,” agreed Harmony.  “Would you like to sample her, Master?”  Harmony was feeling inordinately wicked.  She was completely amoral when it came to sex and there was no such thing as a taboo to her.  If it felt good, then it was good.  It was as simple as that.

“Ah,” sighed Henry.  “If only I could.  But I’m afraid that my slavegirl has done in little Henry for the day.”

Harmony giggled and reached behind her back, wrapping her fingers around the soft cock.  “There’s nothing little about little Henry, Master.”

Henry chuckled.  “Maybe not.  But I’m afraid he’s done for the day.”

“We’ll see about that.”  Harmony turned to face her new owner and arose to her tiptoes to kiss the master.  Then she slid down his body until she was kneeling at his feet.  She reached out and gripped his cock, guiding it to her lips.  She laved it with her tongue and then took it in her mouth to slowly suck on it.

Henry groaned from the exquisite sensations.  This most fuckable woman in the world was miraculous; so beautiful; so sexual; so erotic.

Harmony continued to suckle on the male member.  As soon as she felt it stirring and hardening, she let it slip from her lips, eliciting a groan of disappointment from the master.  She turned her head and spoke to Helen.

“Mistress, would you fasten my girl in the sling?”

Helen beamed.  “Of course, sweetie.  Come girl.”  She took Kristi by the arm and led her to the sling.  Harmony returned to her task of hardening the master’s cock as Helen positioned her daughter in the sling and then bound her as Harmony had been bound.  By the time Kristi was spread wide and vulnerable, Harmony had succeeded in her task.  The cock was alive and well.  It was as hard as a rock and ready for action.

Harmony arose to her feet again and grasped the cock, leading the master between Kristi’s thighs.  Just as Helen had done earlier, Harmony rubbed the bulb of the cock up and down between the juicy petals.  She was not surprised but was very pleased to see how wet Kristi was.  When Kristi started moaning, Harmony placed the tip of the cock at the opening to the love canal.  Henry took over from there.

He leaned forward, letting a little bit of his cock enter his daughter.  Harmony cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed lightly.  He pushed another inch of his cock into the new slavegirl.

“Oh god,” groaned Kristi.  “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It’s happening, sweetheart,” confirmed Helen as she leaned down.  Helen sucked a nipple into her mouth and then started pulsing it in and out.

Harmony moved to the side of the sling and sucked Kristi’s free nipple into her lips before shifting her head to kiss Kristi.  Kristi returned the kiss passionately and Harmony moved her hand down the girl’s body to rub her clit.  Harmony realized that Henry had still not fully entered the girl.  He was still only half embedded and Harmony slid her finger along the shaft to test his hardness.  She was pleased to find that they father was still powerfully erect.  She felt him move another inch into his daughter and Harmony went back to work, toying with the sensitive clit.

Helen released the nipple she had been devouring and looked around, seeing that she was the only one in the room with any clothes on.  She quickly stripped.  Then she adjusted the arm bindings of the sling.  The result was Kristi’s head being lowered.  Helen moved to Kristi’s head and placed her sex at Kristi’s lips.

“Oh god,” groaned Kristi again.  “I can’t believe this is happening.”  But she knew what was expected of her.  Dutifully, she snaked out her tongue and tasted her mother for the first time.  Then she started stroking between the petals, probing with her tongue and fluttering over the distended clit.

“Your girl is very obedient,” commented Helen.

“And very tight,” added Henry.

“Yes, she’s a delight,” replied Harmony who had gone back to feasting on the nipples.

Henry finally fully embedded himself in the tight, warm channel, causing Kristi to yelp as he banged against her cervix.  “She’s so tiny,” said Henry.  “You’ll have to loosen her up for me a bit before you share her again.”

“Yes, Master,” responded Harmony.  “I’ll work on that.”

“She’s not very good at this,” observed Helen as Kristi’s tongue worked feverishly on her.

“It’s the angle, Mistress,” said Harmony.  “I assure you that she is quite good at that; exceptional, in fact.”

“Well this is just not working for me,” complained Helen.  “Come, girl.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony.  “May I have just a moment, first?”  Helen nodded.

Harmony straightened up and went to Henry.  She kissed him and checked his cock, finding it still surprisingly hard.  He obviously was enjoying his daughter-slave.  She worked on Kristi’s clit again.  She had earlier planned on prolonging Kristi’s arousal.  Now that she was being beckoned, though, she needed to speed up the girl’s climax.  Fortunately, Kristi was highly aroused at this point and a few strategic strokes pushed her over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

Henry continued to pound into Kristi, eliciting a groan or gasp each time his monster came in contact with the sensitive cervix.  Harmony went to Helen who was now sitting and knelt between her legs.  She obediently flickered her tongue over the juicy clitoris and worked her mistress toward an orgasm.  She heard Kristi climax two more times and then, when she heard the grunt that indicated Henry had cum, she gave Helen her desired orgasm.  There was a new slave in the household and everyone seemed pleased with her.

Chapter 18

“I still can’t believe you were sold, Mom,” said Destiny.

Harmony and Kristi had been flown back to the airport near Baldsworth Park in the private jet earlier in the day.  Harmony invited Kristi so spend one more night with her but said she wanted to visit her daughter at the school.  Kristi jumped at the opportunity to spend more time with the older woman.  They picked up Harmony’s car and drove to Wardham College.  Harmony would drive her back to the jet the next day.

Now, they were seated in a restaurant with Destiny and two of her friends:  Samantha and Tiffany.

“Yep, honey,” replied Harmony.  “Your mom was sold.  And Kristi bought me.”

Kristi just shrugged.  “I love to shop.”

Destiny furrowed her brow as she assessed the beautiful redhead who had owned her mother for the past week.  Then she giggled.  “Was she a good girl?”

Kristi smiled.  “She was the best.  She was my prized possession.”

“So how did the rest of the auction go?” asked Harmony.  “We left kind of early.”

“You got the highest price,” replied Destiny.

“By a long shot,” added Samantha.

“Yeah,” injected Tiffany.  “By about six thousand dollars.”

“Wow!” said Harmony.  “It always amazes me what people will do for an old broad like me to make me feel good.”

“Old?” asked Samantha.  “You?  You may be Destiny’s mom but you look like you could be her sister.”

Destiny punched Samantha in the shoulder.

“She hates it when people say that,” said Harmony.

“Well, she needs to get used to it because it’s true,” replied Samantha.  “You are beautiful and you look like her.  Hmm.  I guess she actually looks like you.  And you look like you are maybe twenty five?”

Harmony reached across the table and patted Samantha’s arm.  “Thank you, Samantha.  But what made you girls stay to the end of the auction?”

“Well, we went because we heard that Destiny’s mom was being sold,” explained Tiffany.  “But we stayed because the Lambdas were going to buy one of the girls.  We wanted to help choose.”

“And did you buy?”

“Oh, yes,” replied Destiny.  “And we got ours at a bargain basement price compared to you.”

“And how did your girl enjoy her week?” asked Harmony.

“I hope she liked it,” said Samantha.

“Actually, she was probably disappointed and bored,” interjected Destiny.  “Most of the Lambdas are straight.  Only a few of us are bi.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows.  “My baby is bi?”

Destiny blushed and could have kicked herself for her slip up.  “Yes, Mom, I’m bi.”

“Hmm.  Interesting.  How long has this been going on?”

“Since the games?” replied Destiny.  “This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be ashamed, kitten,” said Harmony as she reached across the table and took her daughter’s hand.  “I’m bi too.  There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“That’s a relief,” said Destiny.  “After being with the Sexistas, I was afraid you were lesbian.”

“Hmmm,” responded Harmony.  “Well, I guess you could always ask your father if I’m lesbian.”

Destiny thought for a moment and then screwed up her face.  “Ewww!!!  That’s gross, Mom.  I’m not going to ask Dad about your sex life!”  Destiny’s friends laughed.

“It’s up to you,” said Harmony.  “I’m glad you are exploring, though.  Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Ummmm,: said Destiny.  “I have two.”  She reached out and draped an arm over Samantha’s shoulders and the other over Tiffany’s.

Harmony raised her eyebrows.  “Well, you have very good taste in lovers.  You are both beautiful,” she said to Samantha and Tiffany.

“Oh wait!!!” Harmony said all of a sudden.  “You are the three cupcakes, aren’t you?”

This time, all three Lambdas blushed.  “What do you know about the three cupcakes, Mom?”

“I met the Sigma president last week on the night before the games.  She told me you had been captured and that you had been targeted along with two other cupcakes.  You are the three cupcakes.”

Destiny nodded slowly.  “What else did she tell you?”

“She told me how amazing you were.  How the Sigmas now call you the Magician.”

“Oh my gosh!” blurted Destiny.  “I can’t believe she told you about that!”

“Well, magically appearing and capturing scouts is nothing to be ashamed of, kitten.”

“Huh?” said a bewildered Destiny.

“Destiny is too modest,” interjected Sam.  “Let me tell you the whole story.”

“Don’t you dare!” glared Destiny.

Sam leaned over and kissed Destiny’s cheek.  “Relax, love.  She should hear.  She’s the Slaver.  You’re the Magician.”

Samantha described how the three of them were a unit during the games and how they were supposed to capture scouts.  She told Harmony and Kristi how Destiny captured six scouts.

“WE captured six scouts,” corrected Destiny.

“She captured them,” Samantha went on.  “Tiff and I just stripped them and bound them.”

“WE captured six scouts,” Destiny said again.

“Whatever,” shrugged Sam.  “She also got two more.  On one of them, Tiff and I weren’t fast enough so the scout got away.  On the other one, it was an ambush and we got captured.”

Then Samantha went on to describe their naked afternoon on the crosses and then how they were kept as slaves after the games.  One of the Sigmas had a crush on Destiny and claimed her for the night and through the next day.

“And when we were being released on Sunday night, Gretchen, who is the one who claimed Destiny, called her a magician because of the orgasms she gave to Gretchen.”

Destiny turned crimson with shame and groaned.  This was not something she wanted her mother to hear.

“Later,” Samantha went on, “they were comparing notes and realized that she would appear out of nowhere to capture a scout.  The whole Sigma house refers to her as the Magician now.”

Harmony smiled.  “Thank you for sharing that, Samantha.”

“Since that time, Sam and I have learned why Gretchen called her a magician,” added Tiffany.  “Your daughter is amazing.”

Destiny groaned again.  She wished that the earth would swallow her up.  This was just too humiliating.

Well, I don’t know why you are so embarrassed, Destiny,” said Harmony.  “It’s perfectly natural.  There’s no shame in making love with another woman.  I plan to do it with Kristi tonight.”  Kristi leaned close and kissed Harmony.

“Mom!” objected Destiny.  “That was more disclosure than I needed.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” said Harmony.  “But if it feels good, do it.”

“How does Dad feel about all of this?”

“Ask him,” replied Harmony.  “I think he enjoys my extracurricular activities.  I tell him all of the juicy details and then we fuck like rabbits.”

“Mom!!!”

“Relax, kitten.  You don’t have to ask him if you don’t want to.  But let me know if you ever want to share either of your cupcakes.”

Harmony and Kristi made love, as predicted, into the wee hours of the morning.  They finally got out of bed at about noon on Sunday.  Harmony drove Kristi back to the waiting jet and then drove home.

“Honey, I’m home!” she called out after entering the house.  She got no reply and started roaming through the house.  She found her husband swimming laps in the pool.  He was naked and oblivious to the outside world.

Harmony stripped off her clothes and, when he swam by again, jumped into the pool beside him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him.

“Hi, love,” he said.  “How was your week?”

“Fuck me!” she panted in a husky voice.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and reached down to guide his cock to her sex.

“Hmm,” he said.  That must mean that it was very, very good or very, very bad.”

“Fuck me!” she repeated as she stroked his cock to erection and then sank down on the pole.

“So which was it?”

“Good,” she breathed.  “Good, good, good!”

Then she paused for a moment.  “Oh.  And I bought us a slavegirl.  You remember Kristi, don’t you?”

“How could I forget that little peach?”

Harmony lowered herself on the towering cock again.  He was not as long as Sir Henry but he made up for it with girth.  “Cupcake, dear.  She’s a cupcake; not a peach.”

“If it’s the same girl I’m thinking of, she’s too sweet and juicy to be a cupcake.  She’s a peach.  Who did you buy her from?”

Harmony was moving faster on the thick pole known.  Water was splashing all around them.  “Her parents.”

He raised his eyebrows at the response.  “Oh?  Interesting.  How much did she cost?”

Harmony was nearing a climax.  The whole week had been an erotic blur and she was still highly sexually charged.  “It won’t dent our checkbook one little bit.”

“Hmmm,” he replied as he watched his wife bounce up and down vigorously.  Her face had a faraway dreamy look that he recognized.  She was totally lost in lust.  “Then what did we give them for her?”

“MEEEEEEE!!!” she squealed as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

The End