Chapter 13
Faith was having second thoughts and was once again regretting her promise to remain a slavegirl for the rest of the summer in exchange for the promise of being released at the end of it. She could tell that she was changing and she was not at all sure that was a good thing.
Activities or events that would have shocked her before were starting to seem more normal now. Things that she would have found repulsive were becoming part of everyday life. What was worse was that there seemed to be a never-ending stream of new experiences that were being thrust upon her. She worried that she would never be able to return to being just a girl.
Being treated like a pony or being bound or having her nipples clamps were examples of normal existence now that would have been unthinkable before the summer started. Being kept naked was another example. While she loved the all-over tan that she was developing, it would have been considered wanton and obscene by her just a month earlier.
Now, another aunt had been introduced to her predicament. Aunt Ann had become a regular visitor since that first day when she had discovered that her niece was a beautiful, naked slavegirl and took great joy in playing with the girl. Faith wondered how she would ever be able to face others at future family reunions. Who would know about her? Would they all be snickering behind her back?
“I have a surprise for you, little one,” said Ann as she rubbed down Faith. Faith had just pulled her aunt around the property for the previous hour. “At least I’m getting plenty of exercise,” thought Faith. After the run, Ann had hosed her down and dried her and now was working her muscles to loosen them. Faith was lying on her belly on a table in the barn as Ann’s fingers kneaded her tight muscles and worked the oil into her skin. The massage had become part of Ann’s ritual after taking the girl for a ride. After the muscles were lovingly massaged, Faith would be told to roll over and the process would be repeated on her front. The ritual always ended up with Ann oiling and teasing the full breasts as she played with Faith’s sex, coaxing a series of orgasms out of her.
“What surprise, Aunt Ann?”
“You’ll just have to wait until the weekend, little one,” grinned Ann. “It will be exciting.” Faith was not so sure. True to the ritual, however, Faith body tensed as she uttered low guttural sounds as her aunt brought her to orgasm over and over again.
The rest of the week was pretty normal, if the life of a slavegirl can be considered normal. There was sex, pony training, sex, pampering, sex, serving, sex and more sex. Finally, the weekend arrived.
Faith was once again blindfolded. She was naked but for that and the armbinder that encased her arms behind her back, stretching her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward obscenely. A ring gag was lodged behind her teeth, keeping her mouth open uncomfortably wide and effectively eliminating any form of speech from her. Finally, her ears had been plugged with a thick foam that eliminated all but the loudest of sounds. She stood mute, deaf, and blind in the center of the room.
She heard what sounded like a door closing and she could feel people moving around the room as their feet touched the floor. She held her breath for a moment to try to hear to get some idea of how many people were in the room but the foam frustrated her efforts.
A hand lifted her left breast and bounced it several times. Another hand did the same with her right breast. She could tell by the positioning of the thumbs, which were strumming her nipples, that the hands belonged to two different people. She felt the unwanted but delicious thrills rushing through her body as her breasts were toyed with.
A pair of lips kissed her belly. That meant that there were at least three people in the room. Then another pair of lips kissed her bottom cheeks, letting her know that four people were witnessing her sexual torment. The lips on her belly trailed lower and kissed her Venus mound, sending a shiver through her.
She moaned through the gag as the lips and hands continued to toy with her body and arouse her. Her moans came out as gurgling sounds due to the ring gag holding her mouth open and the saliva that formed in her mouth. A tongue flickered her clit once, sending a thrill through her that formed goose flesh all over her body as two hands pried her bottom cheeks apart to let a tongue flick once over her little pucker.
Over and over again, the two tongues would flick and then stop for a long pause. It was pure torment to her. The tongues kept her heated but did not touch her long enough or frequently enough to push her over the edge. She groaned through the gag, trying to plead for mercy.
The blindfold was removed. Faith blinked and, as her eyes adjusted, she saw her two aunts holding her breasts and playing with them. She glanced down and saw one of the twins at her sex and assumed the other was behind her toying with her bottom. As she raised her eyes back up, she noticed that there was a sixth person in the room, seated nearby and watching.
“Oh, gawwww!!!” Faith uttered through the gag. Seated only feet away and watching her depravity was her mother! Faith wished the earth would open up and swallow her at that moment. She wished she would just die.
The removal of the blindfold did not stop the activities. The tongues continued their occasional flicks. The hands squeezed and bounced breasts as fingers tweaked and stretched nipples. Faith closed her eyes to shut out the humiliation, hoping that when she reopened them, her mother would be gone. She finally mustered the courage to look again and felt as if her whole body was burning with shame as she realized that her mother really was here.
The tormented lasted a little longer but the two tongues eventually stopped pausing. The steady flickering of her clit and the stabbing of her little rosebud had their desired effects and quickly pushed Faith over the edge. Her two aunts held onto her bound arms as Faith’s body tensed and convulsed and they eventually laid her down on her side to let her recuperate. Faith just lay there, drool dripping out of the side of her gagged mouth as her pulse and breathing returned to normal. She kept her eyes closed this time, not wanting to see what she knew must be a disapproving look on her mother’s face.
“This is the best one you’ve ever owned,” a voice said and Faith recognized it as her mother’s.
“I’m glad you like her,” replied her Aunt Jane. “She’s by far the best yet.”
“Do you plan to keep her?” asked her mom.
“We’ll have to see,” Jane responded. “I made her a promise earlier in the summer. And I always honor my promises.”
“Oh, tell me about the arrangement,” her mom said. “I’m very interested in learning more about your new slave.” Faith cringed as she heard the conversation. She couldn’t believe that her mother hadn’t insisted on having her released. Instead, she seemed to enjoy her plight.
Jane told Jill the entire history about how the twins had captured her and kept her for a week and a half. She described how she had assumed ownership of Faith once she got home and discovered what had happened. And she explained the agreement and the two promises that were made.
“Oh,” said Jill after her sister finished. “It sounds like she sold herself into slavery.”
Jane chuckled. “Well, she was already a slave when I found her. But yes, in a sense she did barter her body for her eventual freedom.”
“How lovely,” smiled Jill.
Faith’s eyes flew open wide. She was aghast that her own mother would find the arrangement lovely. Her own daughter lay on the floor with her shoulders stretched back painfully and with a gag in her mouth and her mom thought that was lovely?
“Awng!” was what came out although Faith had tried to say ‘Mom.’ She looked pleadingly at her mother who smiled back at her. Then she saw her mom turn to Aunt Jane.
“Do you share her?”
“Haven’t we always shared everything?” was Jane’s response.
“Yes, of course we have,” said Jill. “But this one is so special that I thought you might want to keep her for yourself.”
“What’s mine is yours,” said Jane, “just like always. Would you like to try her?”
Jill smiled. “Yes, that would be very nice. If we take her gag out, will she bite?”
“She hasn’t bitten me yet. But we might hear a lot of whining. We’ll get her to her feet and then leave you alone with her for a bit.” Jane and Ann helped Faith to stand and then they and the twins left the room.
“This is an interesting situation that you’ve gotten yourself into, love,” Jill said as she moved to stand in front of her daughter. “But I have to admit that you make a strikingly beautiful slavegirl.”
“Aangh,” pleaded Faith as her mother’s eyes swept up and down her naked form. She slowly circled her daughter and then stopped in front of her.
“Okay,” Jill said as she reached up. “I’m going to take the gag out. No whining.”
She slipped her fingers into Faith’s mouth and gripped the ring gag. It took a little bit of maneuvering to dislodge it but she managed to remove it and tossed it aside.
“Mom!” hissed Faith. “I can’t believe this! I’m your daughter! Why haven’t you released me already?”
“You aren’t mine to release,” Jill explained. “You belong to my sister.”
“Mom! You can’t be serious!”
“That you belong to my sister? That was my understanding. Do you have a different version of the story?”
“I had no choice. I was already captured when I made that promise. It was the only way I could see to make sure I eventually got free.”
Jill nodded as she listened and circled Faith again. “It makes sense. It seems like it was a good deal that you struck.” She reached out and patted her daughter’s firm bottom.
“Mom!” hissed Faith indignantly as she felt the pat. “There’s no such thing as slaves nowadays.”
“But that’s where you’re wrong, child,” Jill replied a her hand moved up to Faith’s narrow waist. “You’re living proof.”
“Mom, you shouldn’t be touching me like that. You shouldn’t even see me like this. It’s so wrong.”
“Pish,” responded Jane and then chuckled. “See you like what? Naked? Remember I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. I’m the one who used to change your diapers.”
“That was long ago. You shouldn’t see me naked now.”
“Why” asked Jill as she slid her hand up and cupped one of Faith’s breasts, lifting it. “Because of these?”
Faith jumped at the touch and backed away. “Yes! Because of those! And because I’m all grown up now.”
Jill chuckled again and stepped forward, claiming the breast again, gripping it more securely. “Pish again. You prance around in your bra and panties all the time at home. And you’re nearly naked at the beach and pool. Plus, you don’t have anything that I don’t have. Just chill out. It will make your summer more enjoyable.”
Faith did not back away this time. She realized the futility of trying to evade the hands. It was clear that she was not going to be released. And it was clear that her mother seemed to be enjoying her predicament.
Chapter 14
Jill admired her daughter. She was remarkably beautiful and very sexy. She knew that she shouldn’t be thinking that way but she couldn’t help herself. Perhaps it was all of the years of sexual activities with her sisters that had worn away the normal taboo of incest. All that she knew was that Faith was a very exciting slavegirl and she was envious of Jane.
Jill went behind Faith and unfastened the sleeve that encased her arms, allowing her daughter to flex her arms and eliminate the strain on her shoulders. Now, Faith was completely unfettered.
“Come sit with me,” instructed Jill. She went to the couch and sat at one end, patting the seat next to her. Faith reluctantly moved to the couch and sat next to her mother. “Lie down. Rest your head in my lap. We need to talk.”
Again, reluctantly, Faith did as she was told. Jill let her eyes roam down the girl’s body and then looked her in the eyes. “I know that you find this awkward; uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Mom, I do.”
“Try to relax,” Jill went on. She rested her hand on Faith’s breast and slowly caressed it. “It can be exciting for you.”
“Oh Mom,” Faith whined as she felt the hand claim her breast again. “It’s just so wrong.”
“Maybe,” said Jill. “But maybe you’ll find that you like it. My sisters and I did.”
“Aunt Ann said that you were the kinkiest of the three,” Faith said. “What did that mean?”
Jill laughed and gave the breast a squeeze. “I’m not sure that kinkiest is the right term. I think that I am just the most adventurous.”
Jill went on to explain how she and her sisters had played together since they were teenagers. It turned out that each of them was dominant, though, so as girls, they had to each take turns as the submissive. “I loved my days as a slave almost as much as my days as a mistress. I know you’ll just love it too once you let go.”
“But I don’t want to let go,” whined Faith. “I don’t want to be a slave.”
“You already are a slave,” said the mother as the fingers grasped Faith’s nipple and started rolling it back and forth. “You can’t change that. So you can either get used to the idea or be miserable.”
“Oh, Mama,” groaned Faith. “Can’t we just go home?”
Jill slid her hand across Faith’s belly, marveling at how toned her daughter’s body was. In fact, every inch of her body was perfect. The full breasts stood proudly on her chest and, even now as she was lying on her back, they defied gravity and arose from her chest like two giant snow cones. Her flesh was flawless and silky. Her waist was impossibly narrow but gave way to flared and extremely feminine hips. Her hand kept traveling until it reached Faith’s sex and she cupped it in her palm, noticing the heated wetness that was there. “You are already home, pet. This is your home until your deal expires.”
Faith groaned again, both from the words and from the way that her mother was so brazenly feeling her up. It was all so unreal. It was all so wrong.
“Frankly, I’m pleased that you made your deal,” Jill continued. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a slavegirl. Even though you belong to Jane, I’ll enjoy playing with you.”
“Oh, Mama,” moaned Faith again, “what will this do to our relationship?”
Jill slid her palm up and down over Faith’s slick petals. Her daughter may be embarrassed at finding herself in this predicament but Jill could tell that she was also aroused by it. The juiciness of her sex contradicted all of the protests and complaints.
“I think it may expand the relationship, love,” Jill responded. She drew her palm up and then extended a finger, letting it circle the little clitoris which was now standing naked and erect. “You will be my daughter again once you are released. But in the meantime, we’ll get to enjoy each other as mistress and slave.”
Faith shuddered as her mother continued the intimate exploration of her body. Once again, unwanted thrills surged through her body and she prayed that her body would stop behaving so wantonly. “Does Daddy know?”
“Oh, good heavens, no,” replied Jill as her finger continued to tease the little nubbin. “I didn’t know myself until today.”
“Does he know about your kinkiness?” the girl asked. “Does he know the games you play with Aunt Ann and Aunt Jane?”
Jill started tapping the clit lightly with her fingers. She would give it a pat and then pause as she admired the tremors that it sent through her daughter, seeing the taut belly quivering with lust. “He knows that I have a wild side, if that’s what you mean. But I have never included him in our games.”
Tap. Pause. Quiver. Quake. Tap. Pause.
“Have you ever been unfaithful?” asked Faith. She had to get off the defensive somehow. She couldn’t just always keep reacting as she was pushed further and further down the slippery slope.
“We have both had sex with others, love. Don’t be so naļve. We enjoy sharing with other couples.”
Faith gasped, not knowing if it was from her mother’s revelation or the latest thump on her clit. She closed her eyes as images of her parents’ infidelity flooded her mind. How had her world become so depraved so quickly?
Tap, tap, pause, quiver, quake. The tapping became more frequent and more steady. While one hand worked on the clit, the fingers of the other hand combed through her hair. She felt her mother’s lips on her own and then felt her mother shift and suck one of her nipples into her mouth. Tap, tap, tap, pause, quiver, quake.
Faith’s whole body was trembling by this point. She willed herself not to be aroused but the touching and sucking were moving her closer and closer to an orgasm. She felt her nipple being pulsed in and out between her mothers lips and felt the finger tapping incessantly on her engorged clit. She opened her eyes and gasped at the sight of her breast being sucked into her mom’s mouth and then tensed and groaned as her body exploded in climax.
Jill lifted her dewy finger to her mouth and sucked off her daughter’s juices. It was delicious and she was very much looking forward to tasting more of it. She knew that she should feel guilt at what she had just done but there was none of that. There was only excitement and hunger. She had long ago realized that she truly was a decadent libertine.
“Do you feel any better now?” asked Jill as she continued to comb the auburn locks in her lap. Her other hand had returned to rest on Faith’s breast again and she pivoted it back and forth, letting her fingers strum over the stiffened nipple.
“Not really,” said Faith. She felt the fingers toying with one nipple before Jill moved her hand to the other breast to strum that nipple.
“Oh, don’t be such a fuddy duddy,” mocked Jill. “This will be the time of your life. You’ll see.”
“Well, if you liked being a slave so much, why aren’t you one now?” asked Faith. “You could take my place if it’s so enjoyable.”
Jill laughed. “Actually, I was supposed to be the slave on this trip. We still rotate as the bottom. But it seems that they already have a girl so my turn will have to wait.””
“Arrgggghhh,” growled an exasperated Faith. “You are impossible! I had no idea that you were so perverted!”
Jill laughed again. “You are right. You have no idea. I could make a stone blush.” She emphasized her point by giving Faith’s breast a squeeze, causing her daughter to cringe.
“Darling, these are wonderful,” Jill continued, giving one breast and then the other a squeeze. “I’m going to have hours of fun with these babies.” She started slapping the bottoms of the breasts with her fingers, causing them to bounce on Faith’s chest. She enjoyed the sound of her hand striking the firm orbs and watching the animated movement of the twin mounds of flesh. “These were designed for fun. I can’t get over how firm they are. I mean, I knew they were firm from when you go braless. But I had no idea how delightful they are. Has Jane talked at all about getting them pierced?”
“Mom!” protested Faith. “How could you even think such a thing?”
“You would look so exotic with a ring in each nipple; maybe some wide gold hoops. Oh, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”
“You’re impossible, Mom. I can’t believe you just said that. And I can’t believe that you would even consider mutilating my body.”
“Oh pish! You got your ears pierced and you didn’t consider that to be mutilation. This would just be one more decoration for your beautiful body. Yes, I think a ring here.” She pinched one nipple. “And a ring here.” She pinched the other nipple hard enough that Faith gasped.
“Maybe a tattoo here,” Jill traced her finger over Faith’s mound. “Of course this would all have to go.” She grabbed a tuft of the short pubic hair that had started to grow back and tugged lightly.
“Mom!”
“Yes. A little dragon with its mouth open at your clit. Or maybe a decorative script that says ‘Mom’s slave.’” Jill was enjoying shocking her daughter. And she was thoroughly enjoying being able to take advantage of the delightful naked charms.
“Mom!”
“And one more ring here.” She punctuated her sentence by gripping Faith’s clit and pinching hard, causing the girl to yelp in pain. “Or another gold hoop. That would look stunning.”
“Mom!”
Jill raised her hand and brought it down, spanking Faith’s sex hard. The wet slapping sound echoed throughout the room, only to be covered by Faith’s scream. Jill then started to lovingly caress the slick petals, trying to soothe her daughter’s pain. “Hush, little girl. Let Mama worry about things.”
“M…” Faith started to say but stopped herself, not wanting to incur another spank. She raised her hands to cover her sex and rub the punished flesh.
“Hands down,” Jill instructed. “Don’t ever let me see you covering yourself.”
“But Mom, it hurt.”
“That’s nothing,” Jill replied. “Wait until Annie gets a hold of you. She’s the little sadist in the family.”
“And you aren’t?” asked Faith with a sarcastic tone.
“No, actually I’m not,” Jill remarked as she moved her hand to cover Faith’s sex. She gently rubbed the punished flesh, enjoying the slick softness.
“What are you then?”
“I’m not sure there’s a name for it. I like a little pain now and then. But I’m more into delicious humiliation. And I have been loving all of your blushing.”
“Well this sure is humiliating enough,” agreed Faith. “I can’t think of anything more embarrassing.”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll come up with something,” Jill grinned. “You shouldn’t have any trouble with Jane, though, as long as you behave. She’s mostly just into control.”
The three sisters were a lot alike in many ways. Jill was the oldest at thirty eight. Jane was thirty six and Ann was the baby of the family at thirty five. All were beautiful with naturally blonde hair and shapely figures. Each of them maintained their bodies well through diet and exercise.
As they rotated the roles of slavegirl and dominants, they had each gravitated to a different aspect of BDSM. They had to be careful about how far they went with each other, though, because they knew that they would soon be on the receiving end.
It was always best when one of them had a slavegirl that they could share. Then, there was no fear of reprisal. It’s not that they ever got too extreme. But having fresh meat allowed them to exercise their creativity. Jill knew that Faith was in for some interesting times.
“Jane tells me that you are still a virgin.”
“Yes, Mama, I am.”
“I assumed so. But it’s nice to know.” Jill continued to move her hand over the dewy folds of Faith’s sex and had slipped a finger into her. “Do you want to remain a virgin?”
“Not all my life,” replied Faith. “I want to get married and have children some day.”
Jill slipped a second finger into the girl, causing Faith to suck in her breath and squirm a bit. “If I’m not mistaken, Annie is already dreaming up some scheme to deflower you. I will tell her not to unless you want to lose your cherry.”
“Thank you, Mom. But I think Aunt Jane already told her.”
Jill moved her fingers in and out of Faith and then started rubbing the girl’s clit with her thumb. Faith’s face turned crimson as she realized her mother was masturbating her again. She closed her eyes at the shame of what was happening to her, trying to block out the world.
“Open your eyes, little one. Look at me while I play with your succulent body.”
Reluctantly, Faith did as she was told and saw her mother smiling down at her. For some reason, her mother looked different now. She was still a beautiful woman. But now, she had a devilish, almost devious, look in her eyes. Although she still looked loving and warm, there was no sign of innocence.
Faith watched in horror as Jill lowered her lips to her full breast again and captured the nipple. While one hand skillfully moved Faith toward orgasm, the other one snaked a finger into Faith’s mouth, pumping it in and out in unison with the ones between her thighs. It was beyond obscene in Faith’s mind, but that did not prevent her from experiencing an earth shattering orgasm.
Chapter 15
After Jill finished exploring the new slavegirl, she led Faith out to the pool area. There, Faith found another surprise. Cinny and Linny were naked and kneeling at Ann’s and Jane’s feet with their wrists bound behind their backs.
“Since we have three dominants for the week,” explained Jane, “I captured a couple of extra slavegirls.”
Cinny grinned up at Faith. “Isn’t it so exciting?”
Linny grinned at her too. “We’re going to be slave sisters.”
This was an unexpected turn of events. She never would have thought that Aunt Jane would do something like this to her own daughters. But then again, she thought, her own mother had just treated her like a slave. Anything seemed possible these days.
It was also a surprise that her mother and Aunt Ann were going to be staying for a whole week. She had assumed that her mother would return home that evening or Sunday at the latest. Now, she would have to endure the humiliation of serving her mother over an extended period.
The three dominants shared the three girls and rotated ownership. Each night, Faith found herself in a different bed, making love to a different dominant. Having sex with her own mother had been difficult at first but, eventually, she grew numb to the immorality and decadence that surrounded her and accepted the incest as just another part of her new life.
The twins were in seventh heaven with their new roles. It was an exciting game to them and they were having a ball. It was a thrilling adventure. They weren’t real wild about the punishments, and they were punished frequently, but even some of the discipline was fun.
It was their energy and enthusiasm that caused most of their punishments. One time, Linny got so excited as she was having sex with Ann that her teeth nipped Ann’s clit. This earned her a punishment. She was hung upside down by her ankles with her legs spread wide. Ann placed clothespins all over her labia and clit and then used a small whip to punish the girl’s sex, flicking each clothespin off one at a time. This was repeated five times and Linny walked bow-legged for most of the rest of the day.
Cinny made the mistake of talking too much. She couldn’t help it. She just turned into a chatterbox whenever she got excited. It was her mother, Jane, who administered the punishment for this offense. Cinny was strapped into a chair with wires attached to various sensitive parts of her body. She was told that she would not get shocked as long as she was talking but that, as soon as she paused, she would feel the current biting into her flesh. Then she was left alone in the small room for several hours. Every time she paused, even if it was for a short breath or to swallow or draw in air, a nipple or clit or belly or earlobe would erupt in pain. By the time she was released, she was a bedraggled mess. She did not speak another word for over twenty four hours.
Faith escaped with relatively few punishments. Perhaps her short time in slavery had taught her the value of obedience. She was also more mature than her impetuous cousins. Whatever the reason, she was thankful for it.
She did not escape pain and discomfort entirely, though. On the days she belonged to Ann, she learned that her mother had been right about Ann being sadistic. Her aunt seemed to take great delight in seeing Faith endure pain to various parts of her body. Faith tried to figure out which of them had been the worst but gave up after realizing that they were all pretty horrible.
Some of them were horrifying as well. One day, Faith had been bound between two poles and stretched spread eagle so that every part of her body was exposed and vulnerable. Then Ann had produced a jar full of long slender needles. Her aunt commanded her to watch as needle after needle was sunk into her sensitive breasts. It was terrifying to see the sharp tip approach her tender mound and then dent the soft flesh until it yielded. The pain was not horrible but it still hurt and she could feel every inch of each needle’s progress through her breasts.
After every few needles, Ann would masturbate Faith. She would bring her close to climax but then stop before Faith was able to achieve release. Then she would return to her bottle of needles and stab a few more into her niece.
“You squirm and moan so deliciously, little one,” commented Ann at one point. This was an occasion for another kiss and each kiss was long and passionate, leaving Faith breathless.
Once she completed her task on each breast, she moved on. The final needle for each breast was a shorter one that was pushed directly in through the center of her nipple. Faith screamed at each of these since the pain was so much more intense.
“You have the most beautiful breasts, dear,” Ann said before she moved on. “They just beg for abuse.”
More needles were inserted into Faith’s labia. All the while, Ann continued to stroke the exposed clitoris, stopping right before Faith could climax. Faith whimpered incessantly as she was tortured. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked down and saw the pin cushions that were her breasts. She knew her sex must look just as bad based on the number of needle pricks she had felt and she worried that her body was being permanently marred.
Ann finished with the labia and started rubbing the sensitive clit again. She was amazed at how wet Faith had become and realized that, even though Faith complained, she was aroused by the torture she was undergoing. Ann kept strumming the engorged clit and, this time, pushed the girl over the edge. As soon as the orgasm started, Ann produced one more needle and efficiently inserted it through Faith’s’ clit, eliciting a shriek as intense pain and intense pleasure mixed inside the girl’s body.
Faith tensed and shrieked again as her orgasm went on forever, feeling the sharp pain in her clit piercing to her very soul. As the orgasms kept intensifying, Faith finally passed out and hung limply in her bindings. Ann removed all of the needles and swabbed the affected areas with antiseptic and then left the girl as she was to recover and sleep.
“Got the needle treatment today?” asked Jill as she cuddled with her daughter at the end of the day.
“Yeah, it was horrible!” replied Faith as she instinctively raised her hand to check out her breast for damage.
“I know,” said Jill. “I hate it.”
Faith blinked. “She’s done that to you?”
“Oh, yes,” responded Jill. “Many times. I told you that we rotate and that she’s such a little sadist.”
“Wow,” was all that Faith could think to say.
“I hate it,” continued Jill. “But it has given me the most powerful climaxes of my life.”
“Yeah,” agreed Faith. “Me too. What’s up with that?”
“Dunno,” said Jill as she cupped and held her daughter’s breast. “Maybe there’s a masochist inside each of us.”