Chapter 7
Monday was much of the same for Faith. She was frequently used throughout the day for sexual pleasure, although they were always diligent to ensure that she received at least one orgasm with each session. Sometimes, there were multiple climaxes.
She was placed on the horse several times, each time for a longer period than the previous one. It was midway through the day that she realized something. They never corrected her or admonished her or gave any indication that she had done anything wrong. But she finally realized that she was being punished.
Each time that she would hesitate at a command, she would be taken to the dreaded thing. She would be locked onto it just like she was the first time and she would have her clit crushed as the edge dug into the tender petals of her sex. The most recent sentence was for twenty five minutes. By the time she was released, she was sure that her sex had been ruined and she was sobbing uncontrollably.
As soon as she realized the relationship between the hesitation and the punishment, she stopped hesitating. She quickly complied with each command, regardless of how distasteful it was to her. She vowed to be the perfect slave girl so that she could save her clit from being crushed.
That night, as she lay in her cage, she shook her head in disbelief at how she was behaving. She had been reduced to eating out of a dog bowl, swallowing Phil’s urine as he peed into her mouth, and reaming her owners’ assholes without hesitation. She hoped that this experience was not scarring her for life. She hoped that she would still have some willpower and dignity left at the end of the summer.
As she lay in her cage, Jill was standing, bent over at the waist and reviewing the latest batch of pictures that Phil had sent her. Jack was standing behind her, idly sliding his cock in and out of his wife’s pussy, as he looked over her shoulder and watched her scroll through the pictures.
“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Jill as she got to one. “Is that what I think it is?”
The picture showed Phil standing in front of a kneeling Faith. His cock was soft and he was holding it with the tip only about an inch from her lips. A stream of yellow liquid could be seen extending from the tip of his cock into her open mouth.
“He’s peeing into her mouth,” said Jack in amazement.
The next photo was obviously shot only moments later. In this one, Phil’s cock was in her mouth and Faith had her lips wrapped around it. Her cheeks were puffed out. The third one from the series showed that her throat had shifted and she was obviously swallowing. There were several more, either showing her cheeks puffed out again nor showing Faith in the act of swallowing.
“Oh my gosh,” blurted Jill as Jack continued to glide in and out of her sex. “She’s swallowing his piss!”
“Our little girl is growing up fast,” commented Jack. “But are you still sure that you are up to a week of slavery with them? Somehow, I can’t picture you guzzling pee.”
“Oh, I’m sure they wouldn’t do that to me.”
Tuesday turned out to be different for Faith. The first change was that she did not have to eat out of a bowl like a dog. She knelt beside Barbara’s chair as the mistress fed her breakfast. That was a very pleasant change. She still had to endure the indignities of having her naked body stroked and caressed as her owner fed her, but it was still a huge step up in her mind.
After breakfast, she did get whipped by Barbara’s flogger. But Faith had already determined that the floggings were not meant as punishment. They stung a little but were not really painful. She realized that Barbara just did this because she liked the way that Faith’s skin pinkened so nicely. This time, it was her bottom that was turned rosy.
The next surprise was Barbara’s announcement to Phil as she was removing Faith from the cross after the flogging. “I think I’ll take our girl for a walk today. She could use the fresh air and exercise.”
“Have fun, dear,” replied Phil. “I’m just going to stay here and get some work done. It looks like a nice day, though.”
Faith was elated with the news. It would be good to get outside. And she was especially excited to be able to wear clothes. She had been naked since she arrived at the house two days earlier. But it turned out that Barbara had other ideas. She fastened a collar around Faith’s neck and attached a leash. Then she led her girl out the back door wearing nothing but a collar; not even shoes.
They walked for a couple of hours along little paths and over streams. Faith had no idea where they were or even if they were still on the Sims property. If they were, she thought, the place was huge.
They chatted as Barbara led her girl through meadows and forests. Barbara was full of questions and Faith answered them all without hesitation, regardless of how embarrassing it was. She was determined to avoid the dreaded horse at all costs.
“How did you first become a slave?” asked Barbara. That story was an embarrassment but Faith quickly described how she had been hired as a governess for her two cousins the summer before and how they had captured and enslaved her.
“Governess? How old were they at the time?”
“Fourteen, Mistress.”
“Ooooooo! Isn’t that wickedly delicious?”
“What type of cock do you prefer?” was another question late on in the walk. Faith had no idea how to answer that but she started talking immediately so that she couldn’t be seen as hesitating. She finally managed to conclude that medium sized ones were her favorite. Long ones hurt her when they hit her cervix. Fat ones made it uncomfortable when they stretched her too much. And small ones failed to excite her.
“And how do you like my husband’s cock?”
Faith blushed at that question. She could not imagine that very many women in the history of the world had ever been asked that question by another woman.
“He’s a little long for me sometimes, Mistress,” was the response. “It’s okay when he takes me from the front. But when he takes me from behind, he hits my cervix sometimes and that hurts.”
“Yes, I know what you mean.”
“I think maybe I’m just too tiny for him, Mistress.”
They paused from time to time to sit on a rock together. Barbara always held her girl when they did this and would caress Faith’s body and enjoy it.
“What was the most humiliating thing that you’ve experienced so far in your life as a slave?”
“Well the whole website auction thing is pretty humiliating,” Faith responded. “But probably the most humiliating was last summer when my aunt invited my mother to see my slavery and to participate. I thought I would die.”
“Yes, I suppose that would be pretty embarrassing.”
“What has been your biggest surprise?” was another question.
“Oh, Mistress,” replied Faith. “There have been so many and they have all been big. The most recent was on Sunday when I saw my mother submit to you and Master. I have never seen her like that before. I have only seen her as dominant.”
“She’s a precious pet to us,” said Barbara. “Were you shocked that we had her lick you?”
“No, Mistress,” Faith responded. “She has licked me before. And I understood that you wanted to make sure that I was ready for Master.”
That response surprised Barbara. She wasn’t surprised that Jill had licked her daughter. She knew that her friend enslaved Faith from time to time. But she was surprised at how Faith had simply taken it in stride as part of the scene.
“Well, as I said, she is a very precious pet to us,” Barbara said. “In fact, we have bought her for a week later in the summer.”
Faith gasped. “You bought her? I didn’t know that she was for sale.”
“Everything is for sale at the right price, pet.”
“I have been asking all of the questions so far, girl,” said Barbara after they had walked for another ten minutes. “I’ll shut up for a bit. What would you like to ask me?”
Faith thought for a brief moment but didn’t want to be seen as resisting asking the question. “Why did you buy me, Mistress?”
Barbara raised her eyebrows and stopped to see if Faith had a mocking expression on her face. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
Faith opened her eyes wide at the response. “No, Mistress. Honest.”
“Hmmm,” said Barbara, convinced that the question had been sincere. “Well, that answer has many parts. First, we bought you because your master and I are complete libertines. Do you know what that means?”
Faith nodded. “Yes, Mistress. I do.” She only knew that because that was how her mother described herself. She had looked the word up in the dictionary after her mother had used it.
“We are totally decadent,” Barbara continued. “We love to break societal norms and owning a slave is surely breaking the norms of what is considered decent behavior. That’s one of the reasons we belong to the club where we met your parents, too. That is outside of the norms.”
“Second, we love to bring a second woman to our bed. It’s such a thrill to have another soft, warm, cuddly body in bed.”
“Third, we have heard so much about you from your mother; about how you have become their slave and about some of your adventures in slavery. We wanted to give you some additional adventures.”
“Finally, you are gorgeous. You are the girl who everyone would want to own. So we bought you and own you now.”
Faith blushed furiously at the last two points. She hadn’t realized how much her mother had talked about her slavery. And it always made her uncomfortable when people talked about how pretty she was.
“Mistress!!!” Faith whispered loudly. “I see someone!!”
Barbara turned in the direction that Faith was looking. “Oh, that’s Charlotte. Let’s go say hello.”
Barbara tugged on Faith’s leash as she walked in the other person’s direction. Faith was not about to hesitate but she was sure her mistress must be making a huge mistake. “Mistress,” she hissed. “I’m naked!”
Barbara chuckled. “Yes you are, pet. But don’t worry. She’s just another girl.”
“Char!” called out Barbara as they drew closer. Faith cringed as she saw the other woman turning her head in their direction.
“Hey, Barb,” replied the woman. “What’s that ya got with ya?”
Barbara waited until they were across the fence from Charlotte before responding. “This is my pet. Her name is Faith.”
Faith saw the woman running her eyes over her body. Charlotte appeared to be in her late sixties. Her hair was white and her face was wrinkled. She was wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt that she had torn the sleeves off of. She held a pair of pliers in her hand and had obviously been working on the barbed wire fence that separated her from Faith and her owner.
“Nice filly ya got thar,” said Charlotte with an accent that made her sound like a hillbilly to Faith.
Barbara reached down and patted one of Faith’s bottom cheeks. “She is. We are enjoying owning her.”
“Come down to the gate and I’ll let you in,” said Charlotte although to Faith it sounded more like “cum don tada gittin all litcha en.”
Barbara tugged on the leash again and Faith cringed. There was no way in her mind that this could have a good outcome.
“Glory be,” said Charlotte once she let them through the gate. “Wouldja lookie at that. Mighty fine filly. We used to have some fillies. This is until Lester passed. Sold’em I did after he died.”
Faith remained silent. Barbara raised her eyebrows at Charlotte’ remark. “You owned girls?”
“Dozens, we did, over the years. Had three of um at the end.”
“I had no idea,” said Barbara. It was amazing what you don’t know about people, she thought. Charlotte was her closest neighbor, even though she lived over a mile away from the house. And she never would have guessed that Charlotte had owned slaves in the past.
“Had to sell ‘em,” said Charlotte. “Too much upkeep.”
Charlotte reached out and grasped one of Faith’s breasts with her bony, wrinkled fingers. “Are these for real? Is she a breeder or somefin?”
Faith gasped at the cold touch. Barbara had to stifle a chuckle at her girl’s response but had to raise her eyebrows at the question. “A breeder?”
“Yup, a breeder,” said Charlotte as her fingers manipulated the firm mound. “We kep a few breeders over the years. Lotsa work to milk ‘em. But it uz worth it. Good milk.”
Faith blushed at the comment. Barbara laughed before replying. “No, she’s not a breeder. At least not yet. And yes, those are for real. She’s one hundred percent pure, natural girl flesh.”
“No way!” declared Charlotte. She released the breast and fished a pair of glasses out of her shirt pocket. Once she had them perched on her nose, she leaned down and inspected Faith’s breasts. She lifted them in her bony hands as she peered at them. Finally, she gripped the two nipples and lifted the heavy breasts, looking at the soft swells beneath.
“Glory be,” Charlotte said again. “They is fer real, aint they? Ya got yerself a blue ribbon one.”
Barbara laughed at that comment. “Yes, she’s a definite keeper.”
Faith was turning all shades of crimson at this point. And then her face took on a whole new brightness as Charlotte pried open her mouth. The woman grasped the girl’s tongue and pulled it out. Then she peered into the slave’s mouth, inspecting her teeth. It was so humiliating.
“Fine chestnut mare,” said the old woman as she ran her bony fingers through Faith’s hair. “This is the one Lester and me looked fer. A hounds age we looked. Wanted ta start a new line of chestnuts, we did.”
“Oh?” asked Barbara. There seemed to be much more to her neighbor than she ever imagined. “So you bred your girls for more than their milk?”
“Wanted to, dearie,” replied Charlotte. “But we wanted chestnuts. This mare woulda bin perfect.”
“If you still have your stud, we could mate him with Faith,” said Barbara. Faith gasped and stared wide-eyed at Barbara, shocked at the suggestion.
“Aw shucks, cutie,” said Charlotte. “He’s a bit long in da tooth now. ‘Sides, I don’t need no colts or fillies underfoot at ma age.”
Charlotte was running her hands down Faith’s arms, squeezing the flesh occasionally. Barbara watched as her neighbor inspected the girl so professionally.
“Lester woulda loved this un,” Charlotte said with a sigh. “He loved the big titted ones like this. Used ta sneak out ta the barn and sample dem when he thought I weren’t watchin’.” She giggled. “I knew zackly what he was up ta.”
“Hell, I used ta sneak out ta the barn too,” Charlotte giggled again. “Nothin’ like a good filly tongue to brighten the day.”
Charlotte returned her attention to Faith’s breasts. The cute slave looked down as the old woman held her soft mounds and glided her fingers over them. I don’t have big tits, thought Faith to herself.
“Come over for dinner tomorrow night,” said Barbara. “We hardly ever see you any more. And maybe you can enjoy a little filly tongue while you are there.”
Faith blushed again at Barbara’s offer. She couldn’t imagine being forced to service someone so old. The image in her mind was disgusting.
Barbara finally said goodbye after the old woman agreed to dinner. Then she led her chestnut filly off to continue their walk. By the time they got home, they had been walking for four hours.
There were two more surprises on Tuesday for Faith. She spent no time at all on the horse. She had learned her lesson and always immediately obeyed.
And she spent the night in her owners’ bed instead of the cage. She didn’t even mind that Barbara suckled on her nipples all night long. The soft warm bed was much better than the cage, even if the constant sucking kept her aroused through the night.