Chapter 13
“Yeeeoooooowwwww!!!”
howled Jill. Faith had been successful in staying off of the dreaded horse. She immediately did whatever her mistress demanded. Jill had not been so fortunate. This was her fifth time on the beast and they had only been captives for less than twenty four hours. Faith knew that this punishment would last for twenty five minutes, with each punishment lasting five minutes longer than the last.
“Yeeeoooooowwwwww!!!” she cried out again. “This hurts!!!”
Faith and her mistress were in the next room and Faith was curled up on the couch beside Barbara as the mistress stroked her girl’s long auburn locks. “Go help your slave sister, pet.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she immediately got to her feet. Then she paused, wondering what was expected of her. “Help her how, Mistress?”
Barbara arose and took Faith’s leash in her hand. “Come, pet. I’ll tell you what to do.” She led Faith into the punishment room just in time for another howl. Jill had only been on the horse for less than ten minutes so she still had a long way to go. Faith knew that her mother’s sex had to be very tender already from her previous visits to the horse.
Barbara walked up to the horse and reached out, lifting one of the punished girl’s dangling breasts in her palm. Jill’s entire body was glistening from a thin coat of perspiration that had formed due to the stress. “You are making a lot of noise, girl.
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“It hurts, Mistress. It hurts so bad.”
“Then you should do better at avoiding punishment, girl. The rules were quite clear.” Then she turned to Faith. “Suck on these, pet. Maybe it will take this girl’s mind off of her punishment.”
“Yes, Mistress,”
replied Faith quickly. She moved beside her mother and bent over. It was difficult to find the right position for this since Jill was bent forward so that her torso was almost horizontal to the floor. The breasts hung down freely but they were too high for Faith to reach if she knelt. She leaned down and eventually captured one of the nipples with her lips, sucking it into her mouth and bathing it with her tongue.
It seemed to be working. Jill stopped howling as her nipple was pulsed in and out of her daughter’s mouth. But eventually, the distraction wore off and she howled again. “Yeeeeooooowwwww!!!!”
“The other one now, pet,” said Barbara.
“Yes, Mistress,”
replied Faith. She quickly moved to the other side of her mother and captured that nipple in her mouth, suckling on it and pulsing it in and out.
“Yeeeoooooowwwwww!!!” Jill howled. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
Faith knew that her mother was not putting on an act. She could tell that she was experiencing real pain. And she also knew that Jill had at least another ten minutes or so to go on her punishment.
“Tongue her butt, pet,” instructed Barbara. Faith thought that was a disgusting idea. But she was also witnessing the effect that refusal or lack of cooperation would have. She immediately released the breast that she had been sucking and moved behind the bound woman. Reluctantly, but with great haste, she extended her tongue and started circling Jill’s asshole, painting it with her saliva. This seemed to have the desired effect and Jill’s protests were reduced to moans and whimpers.
Phil had come back into the room and was standing next to his wife with his arm around her waist. “Isn’t it nice to see a mother and daughter getting along so well?” he asked.
“Yes,” agreed Barbara. “It’s obvious that they have a very close relationship. But I’m not sure that Jill will work out. She just doesn’t seem to be learning. We might have to sell her.”
“She’ll learn,” Phil replied. “You’ll see. It took awhile for your pet to learn. And now she’s a perfect girl.”
Barbara nodded and sighed. “Yes, she’s my perfect girl. It’s too bad we can’t keep her beyond the summer.”
“Yes, I agree,” nodded Phil. “But there’s no reason not to keep the other one. We have no limits on her. And she’ll get better. You’ll see.”
“Well, I hope. But we’ll see,” said Barbara doubtfully. “Do you still plan to mark her?”
“Yes,” Phil nodded again. “Later in the week. And I’ll bet she’s fine by then.”
“Hopefully she is,” remarked Barbara. Then she spoke louder to Faith. “More tongue action, pet. Stick it in.”
Faith groaned as she heard the command. This was about to become even more disgusting than she feared. But she dutifully curled her tongue and stabbed at her mother’s asshole until the tight sphincter yielded. Then she plunged her tongue into Jill’s ass until the punishment time finally ran out. Both girls were relieved when the twenty five minutes expired.
There were many things that Faith expected to occur this week. She expected that both of her owners would have sex with her and she was fine with that. She expected that she would be kept naked and possibly even displayed to others. Again, she was fine with that. Her previous weeks of enforced nudity had sort of deadened her sense of modesty and now it seemed fairly normal to be put on display. She also expected to be punished from time to time. She even accepted that. She certainly hoped that she would not end up straddling the horse but she had grown to acknowledge that she would be disciplined for infractions.
There were two things that she expected that she was absolutely dreading. The first was having sex with her mother. They had sex in the past but it had always been in relative privacy. If it happened this week, they would have an audience and that was just too humiliating to think about. So far, it hadn’t happened. She was commanded to suck Jill’s nipples and tongue her asshole, which was not something she would have chosen to do, but they had avoided full-fledged love-making. She hoped that trend continued.
The second thing that she expected and dreaded was Charlotte, the elderly widow who lived on the adjoining property. She was not as lucky on this one.
Each day, Barbara took her pet for a walk, ostensibly to give her girl some exercise. And each day, they ended up at Charlotte’s home. The old woman found no end to the ways she could use and humiliate Faith and seemed to take great joy in Faith’s discomfort.
Each day, she would lay out milk and cookies for Faith. Then she would make ridiculous comments as Faith ate her afternoon snack. “Milk is good for the bones; but it’s also good for plumping up a girl’s udders.” Or “The girl is all skin and bones. We gotta fatten her up a tad.”
After the snack was finished, Barbara would watch her neighbor use Faith in some way. Barbara was not sure why, but she found it thrilling to see her pet in the clutches of the old woman. One day, Faith knelt in front of a naked Charlotte and used her tongue to get the woman off. Each time Faith looked up, she had to avert her eyes. The expanse of wrinkled flesh and the saggy breasts that drooped halfway to Charlotte’s navel were just too much for Faith to take.
On another day, Charlotte led Faith to the barn where the girl was dressed in tack. Then the old woman grabbed a buggy whip and took Faith out to the corral and used the whip to encourage the girl to learn how to prance. On yet another day, Faith was bound to a table so that Charlotte could work her wrinkled fist into her sex. The worst indignity was on the day that Charlotte decided that Faith would be her cow.
“Let’s see if those udders work,” said Charlotte.
“They’re delightful breasts, aren’t they?” remarked Barbara. “I mean udders.”
“Aye, they’re pleasin’ to the eye,” Charlotte responded. “But udders like those have a purpose.”
“A purpose more than just being pleasing?” asked Barbara as Charlotte led Faith back out to the barn.
Faith was strapped into a metal frame, rendering her completely immobile. The only thing she could move was her head. She craned her neck to see what the crazy old fool was up to and saw Charlotte pushing a machine toward her.
“Let’s milk her,” said Charlotte as she untangled some rubber hoses lying on top of the machine.
“Let’s not,” was Faith’s reply. That earned her a swat on the ass from the old woman. Faith saw that each hose ended with a clear plastic cup and she furrowed her brow as she tried to figure out what was going on.
Charlotte crouched down on one knee and reached out, bouncing Faith’s breasts which were dangling beneath her chest. “Gotta see if’n there’s any milk in these here beauties.”
“I’m sure there’s not,” said Faith. This earned her a swat to her right breast and a stern look from the old woman.
“We’ll see,” said Charlotte as she held the two plastic cups to Faith’s breasts. Much of each breast fit inside the cups. Then Charlotte looked over her shoulder to Barbara. “Turn it on, will ya?”
Barbara flicked the switch and the machine started humming. Faith immediately felt the suction on her chest and felt her breasts being drawn deeper into the cups. For the next hour, the machine worked away, sucking on her sensitive breasts and pulsing them. In the end, Charlotte had to concede that there was no milk to be had in Faith.
“But I know a vet that could help us with that,” Charlotte said. “She’d be milkable by the end of the week.”
Jill continued to be punished and continued to howl through her punishments. Faith couldn’t understand how her mother could keep misbehaving. It was perfectly clear to Faith how to avoid the horse. Didn’t her mother understand that? Was her mother some kind of pain slut?
Faith wished she cold have a little private time with her mom to see how she was doing. But there never seemed to be a way to do that. Each of them belonged to different people and each was kept with their personal owner at all times. The only times they were together were for meals and when the four of them got into the giant bed at night. But neither of these times would work for a private chat.
But Jill seemed to be doing okay other than when she was on the horse. Faith witnessed Phil using her mother sexually on many occasions and Jill always seemed to be enthusiastically participating. She certainly had plenty of orgasms.
The only time that Jill seemed distressed other than when she was on the horse was the day she was marked. She fought and protested until she was wrestled into the frame and bound to it. She continued to protest until she was finally gagged and, even then, she was very vocal even if she was totally unintelligible.
The tattooist was brought in and examined the human canvas that he had to work with. Faith was in disbelief once she realized what was going on. Jill was bound face down over a bar with her legs hanging down on one side and her upper body on the other. Her legs were spread widely and secured to rings in the frame. The same thing was done with her arms.
The tattooist had a good view of Jill’s ass which was up-thrust and extremely vulnerable. He set his tools down and went to work. Faith listened incredulously as she heard the buzzing sound of the artist’s tool. When he finally stepped aside, Faith saw that a brilliant red “S” had been emblazoned on her mother’s perineum. She assumed the S stood for Sims, although maybe it stood for slave. What did this mean about her mother’s future?
The other thing that Faith was dreading finally happened on Thursday. The Simses had invited another couple to dinner and they were delighted when they saw the two beautiful, naked slave girls kneeling in the living room.
“Oh, they’re darling,” said the woman.
“You certainly have good taste in female flesh,” the man said to Phil.
It was during dinner that the dreaded event finally happened. They were to act as a living centerpiece. Faith was laid on her back in the center of the dining room table. Jill was positioned above her with her head over Faith’s sex and her sex over Faith’s face.
“I expect a good performance,” Barbara had told them when she took the two of them aside right before dinner. “I expect continuous activity. And I will accept nothing less than two orgasms apiece. Even after two orgasms, you are to keep at it until you are excused. You will both be punished if you fail me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the pair replied in unison. Then, once they were set in place, Faith immediately got to work, scooping her tongue vigorously between Jill’s petals and plunging her tongue into her pussy. She did not want to be punished.
Jill was already quite lubricated which Faith found remarkable. This was one of the most humiliating acts imaginable: a mother and daughter being displayed to strangers and being forced to have sex together. How could her mother be aroused? But then she realized that her sex was already wet also. How could being naked and owned and humiliated be arousing?
Faith felt Jill’s tongue lapping away at her sex, occasionally stabbing into her. Her eyes kept being drawn back to the crimson S that was right in front of her face. The tattoo on the narrow strip of flesh between her mother’s pussy and asshole was tastefully done. But she still didn’t understand the significance of it. And she didn’t understand why her mother had not been mad about it afterwards. She had seen her mother being released from the frame that day and had expected to see her hurl fists and insults at their owners. Instead, she had gone to Phil and knelt, saying something softly to him. Faith did not catch the words.
“They are a mother and daughter,” Faith heard Barbara say as the diners ate and watched the lewd display in the center of the table.
“Really?” the woman asked, surprised. Faith felt a hand claiming one of her breasts and kneading it. “I would have guessed sisters. Both of them are beautiful. It must be so delightfully wicked to own a mother and daughter.”
A hand claimed her other breast and now Faith knew that both of the guests were holding her soft mounds. They were seated on either side of the table and Phil and Barbara were seated at the ends. “They’re both in great shape,” said the man as the fresh hand started palpating Faith’s breast. “You couldn’t tell them apart by the texture of their breasts. They’re both so firm and they seem identical.”
At this point, Faith knew that her mother must be receiving the same treatment as the male compared breasts.
“Yes, they’re both wonderful pets,” said Barbara. “They are our valued treasures. Did you see that we marked the mother as ours?”
“No,” said the woman. “I missed that. Where’s your mark?”
“Right here,” Barbara replied. Faith saw Barbara’s hand appear over her face and watched a finger trace the S. Chairs scraped across the floor and Faith knew that the guests were getting up to inspect the tattoo. She continued to lap at Jill’s sex, focusing more now on her mother’s clit.
“A beautiful mark for a beautiful girl,” the woman said. “I’m sure she must be very proud of her ownership marking. And I’m sure she’ll serve you well for years.”
Barbara’s hand was removed and Faith saw the woman’s hand take its place. The finger traced the S and then Faith felt fingers combing through her hair.
“Did you mark the daughter also?” the man asked.
“No, not yet,” Phil replied. “The timing isn’t right to claim her yet. But we plan to someday. Let her finish college first.” This comment sent a chill down Faith’s spine but she continued to vigorously attack Jill’s sex. Jill climaxed and Faith tasted the fresh honey that flowed from her mother’s sex. She kept her tongue moving and Jill was shuddering as her orgasm was prolonged. But Jill never missed a beat and continued to toy with Faith’s sex, bringing her daughter to orgasm a few moments later.
By the end of the meal, each of them had received three orgasms. Their tongues were aching from such prolonged use but neither of them had paused in their love-making.
“Did you have fun, sweetie?” asked Jill once they got into the car for the trip home on Saturday.
“Parts of it were okay,” replied Faith. “It was pretty embarrassing, though.”
“What parts didn’t you like?”
“Well, servicing that old woman was pretty disgusting,” said Faith.
“I wish I could have seen that,” commented Jill. “I’m sure it was very erotic to watch.”
Faith just rolled her eyes at her mother’s remark. “Doubtful. And having to make love with you while we were on display to strangers was pretty humiliating.”
“Oh, that was my favorite part!” exclaimed Jill. “I can’t believe you didn’t like that. That was the point when I most felt like a sex slave. It was delicious!”
“Maybe that’s why I didn’t like it,” said Faith. “It really did make me feel like a real sex slave.”
“And you were such a beautiful sex slave,” smiled Jill as she reached out and gave Faith’s breast a squeeze.
“Mom!” exclaimed Faith as she pushed the offending hand away.
“Relax, sweetie,” said Jill as she moved her hand back and squeezed Faith’s breast again. “After what we’ve been through together, this is nothing. And I can’t wait to get you into bed again. And I’m sure that goes for your father too, especially after he hears about this week’s adventure. And especially after being alone all week. I wonder if he was able to claim Jessica at all this week.”
Faith just rolled her eyes again. She looked down and saw her mother’s fingers kneading her breast until they reached the nipple. The fingers toyed with the little nubbin until it was stiff.
“Mom, why did you let them mark you?”
“I didn’t let them. You were there. You saw it. I fought hard to keep from being marked.”
“Well, why weren’t you mad afterwards?” asked Faith.
Jill shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. The whole experience did something to me. I guess that after I settled down in that frame, I was actually flattered that they wanted to mark me as theirs. I almost climaxed when I was receiving their mark. Do you understand what I mean?”
“No,” was Faith’s only reply.
To be continued