Chapter 8
“It was pretty humiliating,” Faith told her parents on Saturday afternoon after Phil and Barbara returned her to her home. “And painful too at times.”
She told them about the horse and how it dug painfully into her sex. But she also told them how she had figured out how to avoid it. All it took was immediate compliance and complete submission.
“What’s this about them buying you, Mom?” Faith asked.
Jill smiled brightly. “That’s right, sweetie. They bought both of us.”
Faith gasped at the news. “They bought me again?”
Jill nodded. “Yes, and we should be very flattered. Come look at the price they are paying for us.” Jill led Faith to the computer and brought up the website. She saw that someone named the Randalls were going to own her next week and that they had won the bidding at fifteen thousand. Then she gasped when she saw the bid for week eight.
“Fifty thousand?!?!!?!?”
“Yes, dear,” Jill smiled again. “Isn’t that flattering? Of course, that’s for both of us. Phil made that very clear. But it’s still a lot of money for just two girls.”
“Why would you let yourself get sold, Mom?”
Jill laughed. “I can’t be letting you have all of the fun. Besides, I like the Simses a lot. They make me feel all gooey inside.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “That’s more disclosure than I needed, Mom.”
Jill laughed again. “Lighten up, dear. It will be fun being slave sisters with you. I’ve never done that before.”
Faith just shook her head and left the room. She didn’t think she would ever understand her mother.
She had plans to go out with a girlfriend that night but the girlfriend called and cancelled. She wasn’t feeling well. Faith decided that was probably best. She still needed to figure out what she would tell people when they asked what she was doing during her summer vacation.
She went to her room and logged into the website. She shook her head again as she saw the outrageous prices that were being offered for her. It was especially outrageous because she didn’t even know most of them. The Philpotts still had the winning bid for week three. Her Aunt Jane was still in the lead for week six. She noticed that Aunt Ann was now bidding to own her for week seven and she shuddered as she thought about what her sadistic aunt might do to her. Thankfully, Aunt Ann was not the leading bidder but Faith knew that could change in an instant.
She had no idea who all of these other people were. It boggled her mind that they would offer so much money for her. But then again, she thought, the whole summer boggled her mind. This was crazy!
She was delivered to the Randall home on Sunday. The couple was in their early thirties and didn’t seem to have much experience with domination and submission. They fastened a metal band around her waist and her wrist cuffs were attached to that. She was kept like that the entire week and was simply used for sex.
The Philpotts were outbid for week three and were now the high bidder for week four. Faith was delivered to the Wright household for her third week of slavery. They were both in their late forties and seemed like a nice couple. But they had not bought her for themselves. Instead, they had bought her for their twenty year old son who was also home for the summer. She spent that week naked and again was simply a sexual plaything.
The Philpotts were outbid for week four and Faith was delivered to another couple who she had not met before. Paul and Elizabeth Waxwing were new to the club and Faith’s father told her that Elizabeth was a great fuck. Paul was twenty seven and was very handsome. Elizabeth was twenty four, only a few years older than Faith, and was strikingly beautiful.
Faith had hoped for a more normal week once she met the young couple. But this week was far from normal. In fact, it turned out to be the most humiliating experience of her life.
“Do you want to fuck the bitch before we put her in the kennels?” Elizabeth asked. Faith was insulted at being referred to as a bitch but she knew better than to say anything at this point.
“No,” he replied. “I don’t fuck bitches. Collar her and we’ll take her out there.” Again, Faith was insulted but again she kept her opinion to herself.
Elizabeth wrapped a brown leather collar around the slave’s neck and then attached the leash. She handed the leash to her husband and then grabbed the camera. Oh, no, thought Faith; more pictures.
“Heel, girl,” said Paul. “Down on all fours.” Obediently, Faith dropped to her hands and knees and followed Paul as he led her outside. Elizabeth followed and snapped pictures as she watched the perfect butt wiggling and the delicious breasts swaying beneath the girl.
They stopped at an empty cage at the back of the house. “Here Winston,” called Paul. Then he whistled. A Great Dane pushed his head through the swinging door at the back of the kennels and then bounded out to greet his master.
“Here’s your new bitch, boy,” said Paul.
“NOOOO!!!!” shrieked Faith as she realized what was about to happen. She pulled back, struggling against the leash as Elizabeth continued to record her fate with the camera.
“NOOOOO!” she wailed as Paul pulled hard on the leash. Faith turned out to be no match for the larger, stronger male and he easily got her into the cage with the brute of a dog.
“Enjoy her, boy,” said Paul as he turned to walk away after locking the cage door.
“NOOOOOOO!!!” shrieked Faith again as she cowered away from the dog that was salivating as it stared at her.
“I’m going to stick around and get some pictures,” said Elizabeth. Then she turned to Faith. “We’ll muzzle you if we have to. So keep quiet.”
The dog approached the whimpering Faith and was sniffing around her, pressing his cold nose to her at times. She clamped her legs together to protect her modesty as best she could but she still felt his cold nose touching her in places that should never be touched by a dog.
Elizabeth dragged a lawn chair over and sat down to watch. She wondered how long it would take Winston to claim his new mate. This should be fun, she thought.
Faith tried to stand up, thinking she would be better able to defend herself that way. But the kennel was not tall enough and she was left crouched over. This meant that she was a little off balance and it was an easy job for Winston to knock her down. After doing that several times, he grew tired of the game and finally held her down by gripping Faith’s neck in his massive jaws. Faith was terrified.
When Faith tried to move again, Winston tightened his grip and growled. Faith felt her blood run cold and stopped all attempts to escape.
The dog released his grip and then growled again each time she tried to move. After a few growls, she stopped all movement and just trembled with fear and dread.
Winston moved behind his bitch and Faith felt the cold nose, this time at her sex. Before long, she felt a long raspy tongue lapping at her sex and shuddered again. The dog moved over her, holding her in place tightly with his forelegs. She groaned as she felt his hot cock touch her petals and then felt the massive shaft thrust deep into her womb.
Click. Click. Click. Faith heard the camera clicking away and saw that Elizabeth had gotten up from her chair to get better camera angles. Click. Click. Click. The camera kept recording Winston’s claiming of his new bitch.
“Oh, look,” Jill said to her husband that night as she went through the pictures that had arrived in her email. “Our little girl has gotten into bestiality.”
Jack was standing behind his wife and fucking her as he watched the pictures flash across the screen. “Seems like such a waste of a perfectly good slave girl if you ask me.”