Chapter 14
The thirteen weeks finally ended, much to Faith’s relief. In the end, she had raised over three hundred thousand dollars. It amazed her that people had been willing to pay so much for her. But then again, they demanded quite a lot in exchange.
She wondered if the summer had changed her. She probably was much more sexually liberated at this point. After all, there was not much that she hadn’t experienced during the last thirteen weeks. But she hoped that the three months of complete slavery hadn’t turned her into a mindless drone of a sex slave.
There were five days left until she was to return to college. They divided up the money. Part of it was used to pay Faith’s tuition. The other part was sent to her school’s scholarship fund so that others could benefit from her hard work.
“Can we leave some money in the fund for next year, Mom?” Faith asked hopefully. “Or in case I decide to go to summer term next year?”
“No, baby,” replied Jill. “We told everyone how the donations were going to be used. We can’t be changing the rules now.”
Faith blinked. “Those were donations?”
Jill chuckled. “Of course they were, sweetie. Those were all charitable contributions. You were bought with pre-tax dollars.”
“Besides, you’ll have a job next summer,” said Jack. “That will pay for next year’s tuition.”
“But what if the economy doesn’t improve?” asked Faith. “What if I can’t find a job next summer?”
“Don’t worry, love,” was Jill’s response. “We’ll keep the job board active in case you need it. I’ve already updated it for next summer’s weeks. And half the weeks already have bids on them.”
Faith groaned. She had been hoping the website would be dismantled at the end of the summer. This was horrible news.
“Can we at least take down the pictures?”
“No way,” replied Jill emphatically. “Those pictures are great advertising. Although I think that word of mouth will actually drive your price up more. You have been the prime topic of conversation among club members all summer long. And some of the members who didn’t get a chance to sample you have committed to winning the bidding next year, regardless of cost.”
“Oh,” Jill continued. “I did make you a scrapbook too. Well actually, I made you two.” She set a very thick photo album on the table and then she placed several CDs on top of it.
“The book contains all of the pictures from the website in chronological order in case you want to share your summer adventures with your friends back at school. I couldn’t figure out a good way to cross reference the pictures, though. So I burned them onto the disks. These will let you find pictures by topic.”
Faith looked at her mother in disbelief. How could she be so clueless? There was no way she would let her friends at school know how she spent her summer vacation. She was still trying to figure out what she would tell them when they asked what she did but she surely wasn’t going to tell them about her summer as a sex slave.
“Thanks, Mom,” was all that she said in reply to the clueless wonder who was her mother.
This conversation did one thing for Faith, though. It gave her a renewed dedication to doing whatever she had to in order to find a real job next summer. Now she had an acute sense of urgency.
For her last days at home, there was a little more balance in her life. Faith kind of viewed this as a transition period. She went shopping with her friends in the afternoons and went out to dinner and movies in the evenings. To all appearances, she was a normal college girl getting ready to go back to school.
Each morning, however, she would be awakened by her parents and would become their sexual plaything again. And then again, when she got home each evening, she would be invited to their bed where she would be ravished by the two of them. So part of each day was perfectly normal. And the other part was perfectly deviant.
There was only one point during her time with her friends when Faith was worried that her cover had been blown. She was sitting in a club with two of her girlfriends when a boy slid into the boot beside Faith.
“Hello again, girl,” the boy said.
Faith looked at him and replied without thinking. “Hello, Master.”
Faith gasped as soon as the words were out of her mouth. It was Evan Wright. His parents had bought earlier in the summer as a gift for him. Now she had blurted out the response that he was her master.
Emily raised an eyebrow. “Master?”
Evan grinned and reached across the table, offering to shake Emily’s hand. “Evan Wright, at your service. Master cocksman.”
Faith gasped again. “He’s just being funny. He means master coxswain. He’s on his school’s crew team.”
Evan looked at Faith, puzzled for a moment. But thankfully, he realized that Faith’s friends did not know how she had spent her summer. He let her off the hook and played along with the crew story. Even though he knew nothing about the sport, he regaled the girls with entertaining stories about his life in control of the boat and its team of rowers.
“You doofus!” she whispered to him as the four of them left the club.
“That’s you doofus Master,” he smiled back at her.
“That week is over,” she hissed at him. She was not about to let this guy her own age boss her around. He wouldn’t even know her if his parents hadn’t bought her for him. She doubted that she would have even dated him if she met him somewhere else.
Her two friends had missed the whispered exchange but they did hear the hiss. “Faith, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she reassured them. “I’ll be right out.” Her two friends walked outside and Faith turned back to Evan.”
“Listen here, master doofus…” But she was cut short when he raised his hand and waggled his finger back and forth.
“Hold that thought, girl. I have something I want to give to your friends.” He pulled out his wallet and produced a piece of paper and held it up for her to seem It was the website address and password that would let her friends discover how she had spent her summer vacation.
He smiled at her and turned toward the door.
“Wait!” she said quickly. “I’m sorry I called you doofus.”
“I am too,” he replied and then started walking.
“Wait!” she called out to him. “Please don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?” He acted as if he didn’t understand what her concern was. “I’m only trying to help you. I figured if I drove more traffic to your website, you could raise more money. Wasn’t that the objective of the charity?”
“Please don’t,” she implored him.
“What do you have to offer me in exchange for not doing it?”
Faith sighed. “I don’t know. What do you want?”
“You,” he replied.
Faith gasped. “Me? For how long?”
“Just for tonight,” he said. “I fly back to school tomorrow night.”
“Deal,” she responded. “If you promise never to give out that website and password to anyone.”
“Deal,” he said. “But I do plan to show the pictures to my friends back at school. I won’t give them access, though.”
Faith’s shoulders sagged at the news. But she knew that she was in no position to negotiate with the male. He held all of the cards at the moment. Finally, she nodded her head. “You own me.”
They went outside and she told her friends to go ahead without her. She was going to hang out with the master coxswain for awhile.
“Master Cocksman,” he corrected her.
“Ooooo!” Evan’s mother said as he brought Faith into the house. “You got her on your own this time.”
“Yes, Mom,” he replied. “I captured her on my own this time. Now, I’m taking her upstairs to enjoy her.”
“Have fun, Evan,” the mother called out. “And remember your parents if you get too worn out. We’d love to enjoy her for a bit.”
Evan did not wear out. And it was clear to Faith that something had changed in him. When he owned her earlier in the summer, he had been a tender and almost tentative lover. Now, however, he was forceful, controlling and even selfish.
He stripped her at the top of the stairs, leaving her clothes in the hallway as if they were trophies on display. As soon as he got the naked girl into his room, he bound her bent over the end of the bed. He immediately plunged his cock into her sex without even seeing if she was ready for him. Thankfully, her sex was already quite wet. Faith wasn’t sure why she was flowing so freely already but his cock slid into her easily. It must be one of the symptoms of being enslaved so frequently and for so long.
He pumped away in her for several minutes before pulling out. Then he positioned his cock at her asshole and, in one swift motion, impaled her bottom. She was not ready for that and she cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion. The cock was coated with her juices but that was the only lubrication and it hurt as she was penetrated so abruptly.
Again, he pumped away without regard for her or her needs. Her arms were stretched across the bed and bound. Her feet were spread wide and were also bound. She felt the cock pistoning inside her rectum and she realized that he viewed her as nothing more than a sperm receptacle.
After he climaxed in her bottom, she was released and he tied her wrists behind her back. A rope was looped around her neck and tied. This coarse rope was chafing her skin and was apparently his version of a collar and leash.
He pushed her to her knees and presented his softening cock to her lips. She balked and tried to pull away, knowing where the cock had just been. But he grabbed her hair and held her in place as he used his other hand to pry her mouth open. Then he forced his smelly cock into her mouth with a warning.
“If I feel teeth, I’ll whip you until you bleed.”
She couldn’t believe how she was being treated. Even during the summer when people paid a lot of money for her, they had not treated her like this. She was a prized possession to most people. This guy, however, hadn’t even bothered to undress to use her. He had simply unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and raped her.
After he deemed his cock to be clean enough, he tucked his cock back into his pants and pulled her to her feet, yanking on her hair. Tears were in her eyes as he led her by the crude leash downstairs and into the kitchen where his mother was sipping tea.
“She’s a beautiful pet,” commented Mrs. Wright. “How was she this time?”
“Passable,” he said. “I’m hungry. What do we have to eat?”
Mrs. Wright raised her eyebrows at the response. She too noticed a change in her son. She got up from her chair and went to Faith. “Check the fridge, Evan. I’m sure you’ll find something.”
Then Mrs. Wright lifted Faith’s breasts in her hands and cradled them, letting her fingers enjoy the soft fullness of them. “Well, I still think that you are exquisite, dear.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Faith sniffled in reply.
“Why don’t you go watch TV for a bit,” Mrs. Wright said to Evan. “I’m going to clean up your pet.”
“Okay, Mom,” he said as he disappeared through the door carrying a can of beer and a container of something he found in the refrigerator.
Mrs. Wright untied the rope from around Faith’s neck and then led her back upstairs. “Come, dear.”
The older woman ran a bath and let Faith luxuriate in it for thirty minutes. Mrs. Wright shampooed the auburn locks and then used a soapy hand to caress all of the feminine body before her. Faith closed her eyes as she felt the hands gliding over her body, relaxing her.
“It’s funny that you are here tonight,” Mrs. Wright said as she concentrated on Faith’s breasts. She would soap them up and make them slippery and then would squeeze them at the base and pull upward, letting the firm flesh slide through her fingers until she reached the nipples. She grasped both nipples and continued to pull upward, stretching the breasts away from Faith’s chest until the nipples slipped free.
“Just this afternoon, we put in a bid for you for next summer. This time, though, I’m going to keep you for myself.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she felt the fingers squeezing the base of her breasts again.
“You already have a lot of bids for you. Have you checked the site? You are a very popular girl.”
“No, Mistress. I haven’t looked at the site recently.”
Mrs. Wright continued to toy with one breast as she slid her other hand down to cup Faith’s sex. Then, with her fingers, she slowly brought the beautiful slave to orgasm.
Eventually, Faith was taken back downstairs and reunited with Evan. He fucked her once more before going to bed and woke Faith up once in the middle of the night to fuck her again. Again, she felt like nothing more than a sperm receptacle.
Thankfully, Mrs. Wright came into his room the next morning and declared that it was time for Evan to start packing. “I’ll take the girl,” she said. “You focus on getting ready for your trip.”
Mr. and Mrs. Wright treated her much better than their son had. Once again, she was bathed by the older woman. This time, Mrs. Wright got into the tub with her and, just like the evening before, she did all of the work. Before long, Faith was moaning and squirming as the woman’s hands glided over her naked flesh.
Mrs. Wright laughed. “You’re a wiggly little girl, aren’t you?”
“Sorry, Mistress,” moaned Faith as she tried to compose herself. “But I’m very sensitive in the places where you’re touching me.”
“Hmmm. Do you mean places like here?” She squeezed Faith’s nipples lightly and rolled them back and forth.
“Ooooo, yes, Mistress. Places like there.” Again, Mrs. Wright laughed.
“What about places like here?” She leaned forward and sucked one of Faith’s earlobes into her mouth, pulsing it in and out a few times. Faith gasped and felt goose flesh immediately forming down that side of her body.
“Ooooo,” squealed Faith. “Yes, Mistress. Places like there too.”
Mrs. Wright stretched the nipples away from Faith’s chest until they slipped from her grip. Then she slid her hands down the girl’s belly. She slowly pushed a finger from her left hand into Faith’s sex which was already swampy with her arousal from all of the touching. “How about here?”
Faith moaned as her body responded to all of the intimate touches. “Yes, Mistress. That place too.”
Mrs. Wright smiled at the reactions of the exquisite girl she held in her arms. She was a delightful creature and she would make sure that the Wrights won the bidding next summer for at least one week. She had to own this girl again. She extended a finger from her right hand and touched Faith’s clit, starting to slowly stroke it. “What about here?”
“Oh god,” groaned Faith. “Yes, Mistress. There toooooooooo!” She squealed as the orgasm wracked her body and Mrs. Wright just continued to stroke, prolonging the exquisite torture. Finally, her orgasm died away and her breathing returned to normal.
“Okay, let’s dry you off now. You are going to make my husband very happy.” They got out of the tub and Mrs. Wright dried them both. She blew their hair dry and then brushed out Faith’s. Finally, she rubbed a thin coat of oil over the girl’s body until her entire body from the neck down glistened in the light.
“You look divine,” Mrs. Wright said as she stepped back to admire the beauty who stood before her. “Just one last step.”
Mrs. Wright bent Faith over at the waist and had her put her hands on her knees. Then she coated two of her fingers in oil and slowly pushed them past Faith’s asshole, eliciting a groan from the girl. She pulled them back out and poured more oil on her fingers before reinserting them in the girl’s ass. Finally, she rotated her wrist to ensure that everything inside was well coated and lubricated.
“There,” Mrs. Wright finally said as she extracted her fingers and washed her hands. “Now you’re ready for your new master.”
Mr. Wright was waiting for her. He was naked and lying in the middle of the bed. A naked Mrs. Wright led the equally naked and glistening slave girl to the bed and then tugged her up onto it. It came as no surprise as Mrs. Wright positioned Faith’s bottom to receive the cock. She already knew where it was going to be lodged because of the older woman’s attention to her rectal lubrication. But she was surprised that she was positioned with her back to the male’s head. Normally, people wanted to look at her as they fucked her.
Mrs. Wright had her straddle the husband’s body and then pushed Faith lower as she held the cock. Faith felt the head of the cock pressing against her sphincter. It pushed past the tight opening fairly quickly and Mrs. Wright pushed her lower until the shaft was fully embedded in her butt.
Then it became clear why she was positioned the way she was. Her husband could fuck Faith but Mrs. Wright was going to play with the girl. She crawled closer and hugged her before starting Faith on a slow up and down motion. Mrs. Wright’s lips sought out Faith’s and both women were lost in a passionate kiss.
Eventually, Faith picked up the rhythm on her own, freeing up Mrs. Wright’s hands to play with her girl’s body. Fingers glided everywhere over the smooth oiled skin and squeezed the succulent flesh. Breasts were squeezed and lifted and squeezed again. Eventually, fingers found Faith’s clit and Mrs. Wright toyed with it until she brought the girl to orgasm.
She had three more orgasms that morning at the hands of Mrs. Wright. She received a deposit of sperm in her rectum from Mr. Wright. And she used her lips and tongue to bring her mistress to climax. In the early afternoon, they dropped her off at her parents’ house as they drove their son to the airport.