Chapter 23
Faith returned home to prepare for college. She was only there a week but it turned out to be quite eventful. Jill was not finished being her daughter’s mistress and she picked up where she left off. Faith may have changed homes, but nothing else about her life changed. Once again, she was naked and spent quite a bit of time kneeling.
Jill had told her husband about how Faith had spent her summer, so he was not surprised when he came home early to find his naked daughter setting the table. Faith, on the other hand, was shocked. She shrieked and ran upstairs, using her hands to protect her modesty as best she could.
A few minutes later, Jill returned, bringing Faith back downstairs with her. Faith was wearing a collar and Jill tugged her along with a leash. Faith also had her wrists cuffed behind her back and was blushing furiously.
“She’s a little skittish,” Jill said as they met Jack in the living room. “But isn’t she beautiful?”
“Oh yes,” agreed Jack. “She’s delightful.” Then he looked at Faith who was blushing furiously. “I hear that you had an interesting summer. Do tell me all about it.”
Faith’s blush deepened as she heard the words. Apparently he knew all about how she had been enslaved and used. “Yes, Dad. It was interesting; different.”
“I can’t wait to hear all about it. Come sit with me and tell.” He sat down in an upholstered chair and patted his lap. Faith groaned. She had not sat in his lap for years and certainly never while she was naked. In fact, she had never even been seen by him naked since she was a baby.
Faith glanced at her mother who only nodded encouragingly. Faith groaned again but then reluctantly stepped forward. Jack reached out and pulled his daughter into his lap, adjusting her bound arms to make her as comfortable as possible. Faith’s blush intensified and she felt mortified.
“Your mother says that she told you about our occasionally playing with other couples; or with just one of them if the spouse is unable to attend. I always love it when another girl can share our bed.”
“Yes, Father,” was all that Faith said. She had her eyes cast down to try to avoid making eye contact.
“I’m looking forward to having you share our bed. You’ll be our first slavegirl. Well, you’ll be my first slavegirl. I know your mother has enjoyed some, including you, in the past.”
“Yes, Father,” she repeated. She watched in shock as her father’s hand slowly glided up her right leg. She had thought that nothing could ever surprise her again after all that she had been through during the summer, but she was wrong. The hand kept climbing her thigh until it reached the top and rested on her mound. She was beyond surprised or shocked. She was incredulous.
“Your mother didn’t do you justice,” he continued as his fingers started stroking her petals. She silently cursed herself for being so wet. She was sure that she must have seemed like some kind of wanton slut to her dad. “She told me how beautiful your body was. But it goes far beyond beautiful.”
Jack raised his glistening finger to Faith’s lips. “Clean it for me.”
Faith closed her eyes as she obediently parted her lips tasting her juices as he rubbed his finger on her tongue. He moved his finger slowly in and out between her lips, almost as if it were fucking her mouth. The shame that she felt was intense.
He withdrew his finger and she tentatively opened her eyes, just in time to see his hand claim her left breast. Again, she was mortified at what was happening to her and couldn’t believe that it was occurring. It must be some kind of nightmare!
Jill was loving the scene. She was into anything humiliating and she could tell that her beautiful daughter was intensely humiliated. The deep blush and furrowed brow and the closing of the eyes all told her that Faith was dying a thousand deaths inside. It was simply delicious. She had talked to Jack ahead of time and they had worked out a plan together. She expected that she would have to convince him to keep Faith as a slave but he readily agreed.
Jill wondered how far he would go. He seemed to be enjoying fondling his naked daughter. He had not penetrated her with his finger yet but she could picture him doing that. Would he masturbate her? Would he have her give him a blowjob? Would he fuck her? She hoped so because she knew how humiliating all of those things would be to Faith but she just didn’t know if he would do them.
Jill did not think of herself as an immoral person. In her mind, nothing that provided pleasure could possibly ever be considered immoral. Immoral acts were ones that provided pain or harmed people. She never did that. She could tell that Faith was not in pain. In fact, she could see her daughter’s arousal from where she was sitting. There was no pain or harm; only pleasure.
Jill knew that she could be accused of being amoral. The rules that governed other people did not affect her. If it was pleasurable, then it was good. She had repressed her hedonistic tendencies for years other than those times that her sisters got together for a play vacation or when they invited other couples to share their bed. But hedonism was in full force in her life ever since spending a week as a mistress earlier in the summer and especially since she experienced her daughter as a slave. She would have difficulty repressing it from now on, although she doubted that she would ever want to repress it.
As she watched her husband’s hands exploring Faiths’ body, she wondered what was going through Faith’s mind. When Faith returned home, she did not have to be a slave. her deal had been with Jane and the deal called for the release of the girl at the end of the summer. Perhaps Faith thought it was still summer since she had not gone back to school yet. More likely, Faith was naturally submissive and took pleasure from being owned. In any event, Faith had easily fallen back into her role of her mother’s slave.
Jill thought back to Faith’s return earlier in the day. Jill had hugged and kissed her daughter like any mother would. But the look on Faith’s face when Jill squeezed her luscious bottom cheeks was priceless. And when Jill referred to her as ‘slavegirl’ and pointed out the fact that Faith was overdressed, the expression on Faith’s face was one she would always remember.
But Faith had not resisted. She had not even protested. She simply said “yes, Mistress” and removed her clothes. It was divine to see the blushing girl surrender so completely and so quickly.
Jill watched as her husband toyed with the naked beauty. Both hands squeezed the firm, plump breasts. Then one hand moved back down between the shapely legs and urged them apart. Fingers once again stroked the dewy petals and Faith’s face turned crimson again.
Jack leaned down and kissed each of the nipples which, by now, were quite stiff. Faith groaned as she watched her father touch her so intimately. He sucked one of the succulent nipples into his mouth and clamped his teeth down on it, holding it in place and eliciting another groan from the girl. He raised his hand and brought it down, spanking Faith’s sex lightly and causing the girl to jump and yelp.
“Hush,” said Jack soothingly. “Lie back and just enjoy.”
“Oh Dad,” whimpered Faith as she saw him capture her other nipple between his lips. “It’s not right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Jack spanked the girl’s sex again, a little harder this time, sending the wet slapping sound through the room. “Hush, slave,” he repeated. “I’ll decide what is right. You just be a good slave and obey.”
Faith whimpered. “Yes, Father.”
He slipped his finger back into his daughter and slowly moved it in and out. His thumb strummed the slippery clit, sending unwanted waves of pleasure through the girl. A second finger joined the first and he felt the vaginal walls clamping tightly around them.
Finally, he stopped toying with her and had her stand. He stood up also and removed his clothes before sitting back down in the chair. Faith gasped as she saw the huge cock pointing at her, realizing that she had never seen her father naked before. In fact, she had never seen any male naked before.
Jack reached up and grasped Faith’s hips, drawing her closer. With his legs together, she had to place her legs on either side of him. He kept pulling her closer until she was positioned directly over his straining pole.
Jill got up and moved behind Faith. She reached around and bounced the full breasts several times before kneeling. She could see her husband’s cock almost throbbing as it pointed upward at his daughter. Faith’s sex was virtually dripping as it awaited the upcoming impalement. Jill reached out and stroked her fingers along the slick petals, parting them and opening the beautiful flower. She grasped Jack’s shaft with her other hand and positioned it for penetration. Then Jack pressed down on Faith’s hips, lowering her until he felt the tip of his cock being wrapped by the warm wet folds of his daughter.
“This is her first, love,” said Jill.
“Oh, this is heaven,” smiled Jack. “I get to be your first fuck.”
Faith shook her head in disbelief. She whimpered as she felt the cock touch her petals and closed her eyes in shame.
“Open your eyes, little slavegirl,” commanded Jack. “Look at your master as he fucks you.”
Reluctantly, Faith opened her eyes. Again, she thought she would die a thousand deaths as she saw her naked father smiling up at her. He pressed down on her hips again and Faith felt the cock sink a little farther into her. She whimpered again.
“She’s tight,” announced Jack as his cock was half-embedded in her.
“Yes, isn’t she delightful?” replied Jill. She’s like a warm vise.”
Jack let his cock sit still inside of Faith for a bit before finishing the impalement. He pressed down on her hips again, fully embedding his cock in her in one final thrust, causing Faith to gasp as she was stretched and filled completely.
“Mmm, gawd, so good,” said Jack ecstatically. “So tight. So wet. So warm.”
Jill enjoyed watching the cock slowly disappear into her slavegirl but stood once it was fully inside. She leaned down and kissed Faith passionately as her hands found the glorious breasts again. She lifted them in her palms, enjoying their weight in her hands before pushing Faith forward and offering the succulent breasts to her husband. Jack greedily sucked on one and then the other before using his hands on the girl’s hips to guide her in a slow up and down motion. Again, Faith was in a state of total disbelief. Her father’s cock was sunk deep inside of her and he was moving her up and down to fuck her. Her mother was still kissing her the way no mother should ever kiss and daughter and was feeding her breasts to her father. And despite the depravity of the situation, her body was highly aroused. It was just so wrong! “What is wrong with me?” she wondered.
They fucked in this position for what seemed like an eternity. Jill slipped her hand down the girl’s tight belly and toyed with her clit, causing even more arousal to rush through her captive body until finally, an orgasm exploded in her body,, causing her to groan and shudder.
Faith’s hands were released and Jill lifted her off of the straining cock. The girl was repositioned on her hands and knees on the carpeted floor and Jack moved behind her, impaling her again with one easy stroke.
Jill knelt beside her daughter and toyed with the dangling, heavy breasts, gliding her fingers from the base to the stiff nipples as if she were milking them. Faith continued to get more and more aroused at the sensations in her sex and her breasts and climaxed again as soon as her mother reached down to touch her clit. Still, Jack had not climaxed and he kept moving in and out of the slave slowly.
Finally, he stopped moving with his cock fully embedded in Faith. “Annie may have taken her cherry, but I can take her other cherry. Dear, can you prepare her for me?”
“Of course, honey,” replied Jill as she stood up again and left the room. Faith looked around in bewilderment at the exchange. Other cherry?
Jill returned with a tube of something and knelt again beside Faith. Jack pulled partially out of the girl to give his wife room to work and Faith felt her mother prying her bottom cheeks apart. Then she felt something cold between her cheeks and felt Jill’s fingers rubbing it around. It wasn’t until a finger pushed into her bottom, though, that she realized what was about to happen.
“Nooooooo!!!!” she wailed. “Don’t! Please don’t!”
A second finger joined the first one and she felt her little pucker being stretched. A third finger soon joined in and Jill rotated her hand, making the fingers twist in Faith’s asshole to ensure that the slave was stretched and lubricated enough.
“Oh gawd!” groaned Faith as the third finger pushed into her previously virgin bottom.
Jill swatted one of Faith’s bottom cheeks as she pumped her fingers in and out and twisted them. “Relax, girl. Or you’ll hurt yourself.””
“Please no!” wailed Faith again.
Finally, Jill extracted her fingers. She squirted more lubricant on her fingers and rubbed it up and down the length of Jack’s cock after he fully withdrew from his daughter’s sex. “She’s ready for you now.”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no…” whimpered Faith. She felt her mother spreading her cheeks again and then felt the tip of the cock at her little rosebud. Jack pushed and Faith groaned. Jill spanked her bottom again.
“Relax, little one.”
Faith huffed and puffed, trying to adjust to the intrusion. After Jack got halfway in, he arched forward, impaling the girl in one final stroke. Faith shrieked as she felt her belly cramping but then the cramping stopped and she just whimpered.
Jill returned to stroking the dripping clitoris and toying with the magnificent breasts. She wanted to time things right. She kept Faith on the edge until she could tell that Jack was close to climaxing.
She marveled at the sight of the long thick shaft penetrating her daughter’s smooth, silky bottom. She could not imagine a more erotic sight. When she could tell that Jack was ready to erupt, she pushed Faith over the edge. Jack emptied his seed into his daughter’s ass as Faith climaxed. She shrieked as the sensations overwhelmed her. And then she fainted, collapsing on the floor with her father’s cock still deeply planted in her bowels.
Chapter 24
Life was almost surreal for Faith during her week at home. She continued to be treated as a slave to her parents and they seemed to love the discomfort she felt at the new relationship. She was a sexual plaything, a decorative ornament, and a maid.
After the initial sexual encounter on the first day, the family had dinner together. Sitting naked in front of her parents during the mean was embarrassing enough. But when her mother placed a plastic cloth on her chair so she would not stain it, she was thoroughly humiliated. It turned out to be a wise move, though. When Faith arose from the table, there was a sizable puddle on the cloth consisting of her father’s sperm and copious amounts of her own secretions.
Her wrists were bound behind her again after dinner and the family watched a rented movie together in the family room. Faith found herself back in her father’s lap and missed most of the movie due to the distractions of his roaming fingers.
The three of them retired to her parents’ bed for the night. It finally dawned on her why they had such an oversized bed. They were accustomed to having an extra person to play with. She wondered how she had never noticed the games that they played. She found her face buried between Jill’s thighs and used her lips and tongue to bring her to a satisfying orgasm. Then she used those same lips and tongue on her father until he decided that he wanted to fuck her again. This time, he did it vaginally and, once again, she was filled with his seed.
Her attire for the week was usually nothing at all other than whatever bound her. She almost always had her wrists tied or cuffed behind her back when she was not doing chores. And when she was not needed sexually or for chores, she was frequently bound to a wall or ceiling or post.
Her friends called frequently and wanted to get together with her before everyone went back to school. She pleaded with her mother but Jill was adamant. They could come to the house if she did not mind seeing her like this. But slavegirls do not travel alone and unprotected. Faith decided that she would not see them.
When Jill went shopping or ran errands, she generally bound Faith in some way that would limit her movement but keep her mindful of her new status, as if she wasn’t already fully aware of her new lot in life. On this day, she was standing on her tiptoes, her body stretched upward by a rope that was secured to a hook in the ceiling and attached to the leather cuffs that circled her wrists. She had been like this for over an hour when disaster struck.
She heard a knock at the back door. “Hello. Anybody home?” she heard the female voice call out.
Then she heard a squeak as the door was opened. “Hello. Anybody home?”
“Can you come back later?” Faith called back. “I’m a little busy at the moment.”
She heard footsteps coming closer. “I just wanted to…. Ohmigod!” exclaimed the voice. She heard the sound of metal pans clanging to the floor and turned to see her neighbor standing there with her hand to her mouth. “Oh my gawwwwwwwd!”
Faith scrambled to find something to say but found herself speechless. Besides, what could she say? I’m a bit tied up? Or, I’m just hanging around waiting for my mother to get home? Or, I’m part of the decorating scheme now? Nothing seemed appropriate. The damage had already been done.
Jessica Philpott continued to stand at the doorway with her mouth agape and the remaining pan dangling precariously from one of her fingers. “Dear gaaaawwwd! What’s happening? Are you all right? Were you raped?”
“I’m okay, Mrs. Philpott,” replied Faith. She wasn’t sure what to say but she knew that she couldn’t let her neighbor call the police.
Finally, Jess Philpott was able to move. “Let me get you down from there. And get you covered up. You poor girl.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Philpott,” said Faith. She felt her face blush as her neighbor unfastened the rope and then started to remove the bindings on her wrists. She still couldn’t figure out what to say but, thankfully, she was spared that.
“Oh, hi, Jess,” said Jill as she strode into the room. “I see you’ve met our little slavegirl.”
Jess blinked and then looked at Jill, dumbfounded. “Slave girl? Faith?”
Faith was massaging her sore, stretched muscles as she listened. She wanted to go put some clothes on but didn’t want to miss out on the explanation. Besides, she knew that being in clothes would be short lived.
“Sure. She’s our slave all week,” said Jill. “You know how you like to be tied up during sex? Well, we like tying her up.”
“Oh god,” thought Faith. “She’s one of my parents’ playmates.” She wondered if Mr. Philpott was also involved.
It was Jessica’s turn to blush. “Er… um…” Then she tilted her head toward Faith. “Um… does she know>”
Jill laughed. “Well, she didn’t know before now. She knows that we share our bed with others. But she didn’t know with whom before now. Have a seat. I’ll tell you all about our little slave.” Both women sat on the couch, leaving the naked girl in the center of the room wondering what she should be doing.
“Well, it all started early this summer,” Jill started. “It seems that our lovely daughter must have the same slavegirl fantasies as you. She was captured and spent the entire summer as a slave. Since the summer isn’t quite over, we kept her as a slave once she was returned to us.”
“Wow!” was all that Jessica could manage to say.
“She’s been delightful to have around and to play with. You can play with her too if you like. Better yet, why don’t the two of your plan to spend the night. It’s Faith’s birthday and you and Tom can help us celebrate.”
“We can’t,” sighed Jessica. “Tom’s out of town.” She kept glancing at Faith, unable to believe that her neighbor was keeping her beautiful daughter as a slave.
“That’s okay,” responded Jill. “Come alone. We’d love to have you.”
“Thank you. I’d love to,” said Jess. “I brought your pans back. That’s how I found Faith.”
“Faith,” said Jill. “Be a good girl and put the pans away.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she walked to the doorway to clean up the mess.
Jill turned back to her friend. “Maybe we’ll have two slavegirls tonight.” She reached out and cupped Jessica’s chin, turning her to look into her eyes. “Would you like that?”
Jessica cast her eyes downward and blushed again. “Yes, Mistress,” was all she said.
Faith did not understand Mrs. Philpott. At twenty eight, she was a very pretty woman but it was almost as if she was trying to hide it. She and her husband had moved in five years earlier and Faith had never seen her dress up. Even today, she wore no make up, wore baggy jeans and had on a t-shirt that was about five sizes too big and hid her body very effectively.
But Faith knew she had a nice figure; a stunning figure, in fact. She had been to the Philpott’s pool and seen her in a bathing suit, although it had been a modest, one-piece suit. But even then, she could tell that her neighbor’s body was as close to being perfect as possible. And despite the lack of makeup, Faith saw a very beautiful face. Even her hair style, though, tried to disguise her beauty as long brown bangs shielded part of her face and her long hair covered other parts of it.
So it came as no surprise to Faith when Mrs. Philpott showed up at the house that evening wearing a raincoat despite the fact that it was not raining and it was too warm to need a coat. What did surprise her, though, was what she saw once the raincoat was removed. The mousy housewife was transformed into a beautiful slavegirl.
Jess was wearing gauzy, sheer pantaloons that were almost transparent, offering easy viewing of her body from the waist down despite the clothing covering it. On top, she wore a white vest that was embroidered with gold thread in an intricate pattern. The vest was short, leaving her midriff exposed, and was too small to close, allowing ample viewing of the cleavage between what seemed like impossibly large breasts.
“There’s my little harem girl,” smiled Jill as Faith led Jess into the living room. “I see you took me seriously earlier.”
Jessica blushed at the comment. “Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you were being serious. I can go change.”
“No, don’t even think about it,” said Jill as she arose and crossed the room to Jessica. “You look adorable.” Again, Jess blushed.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Jill reached up and grasped the two sides of the vest, pulling it open and smiling. “Faith, love, come look at these beauties.”
Faith moved closer and found herself once again staring at a pair of female breasts. She had to admit that they were beautiful. They were large but not as large as Faith had imagined. It was just that they were out of proportion with Jessica’s tiny frame.
“Yes, Mistress. They are very beautiful,” agreed Faith.
“I think yours are nicer, actually, Faith,” said Jessica.
“Thank you, Mrs. Philpott,” responded Faith. “But I’m not so sure about that. Yours are very nice.”
“Yes,” agreed Jill. “Too nice to be covered up, in fact. But I’m sure you’ll be stripped down as soon as the master arrives home. I’ll let you keep your top on until then.”
The next hour was spent relatively normally. The two ‘slavegirls’ knelt and Jill sat in a chair, forming a little circle for the conversation. That part was not normal but the conversation was. They chatted about various neighbors and upcoming vacations. They asked Faith what classes she was taking in the fall and she told them what courses she had signed up for.
The conversation finally strayed away from normal topics when Jill and Jessica started talking about their experiences with other couples. Faith recognized some of the names, two of which lived on her street. The others were not familiar to her. She figured that her parents and the Philpotts must belong to some kind of sex club to be able to meet so many couples who were similarly inclined.
Then the conversation became embarrassing for Faith when Jill told Jessica more about Faith’s summer adventures. She told Jess more details about how Faith had been hired as a governess but how her two younger cousins had captured her to use as a ponygirl and how her aunt had enslaved her and shared her with her two sisters. “She’s simply delicious as a little slave.”
“Yes,” agreed Jessica. “She looks so desirable.”
“You can taste her later,” offered Jill. “I think you’ll like.”
Jack arrived home and was pleasantly surprised to learn that he would have two toys for the evening. He kissed his wife and then kissed Jessica, giving her butt a squeeze. “I can’t wait to fill your pot, Mrs. Philpott.” He ended by kissing Faith. He held her in an embrace for a long time, cupping her bottom cheeks in his hands and pulling her tightly against him. “And I plan to fill your pot too, girl.”
Faith’s head was spinning as the embrace was broken. It left her breathless. And despite how wrong she thought it was, it left her sex throbbing.
“Let’s start with the birthday celebration,” offered Jill. “I have been looking forward to this all day.”
“Oooo!!!” squealed Jessica, bouncing up and down. “I love birthdays!”
“Well, here’s how this will work,” Jill explained. “Since Faith is nineteen, she will get nineteen swats from each of us… to each cheek… to each breast… and to her pussy.”
“Mom!!!” complained Faith. “That’s not fair!”
“And now it will be nineteen to her belly.”
“Mom!”
“And now to the backs of her thighs!” Jill glared at Faith. “Do you want to add more?”
Faith just shook her head and lowered her eyes, defeated. For the next thirty minutes, she suffered the latest indignation as Jill, Jack and Jessica delivered her ‘birthday spanks.’ Actually, they were not all spanks. Jill laid out a variety of instruments that each could choose from.
Jill and Jack chose their open palms as Faith laid across their laps. Being spanked like a little girl was humiliating enough for her but Jill also toyed with her sex as she swatted the sexy bottom. This resulted in Faith becoming embarrassingly moist and leaving a wet spot on Jack’s pants when it was his turn. Jessica chose a paddle which was, thankfully, much smaller than the ones that the twins had used on her earlier in the summer.
Jack chose the flogger for the breasts, which were next. Faith was asked if she wanted to be bound. She declined but was warned that, if she used her hands to protect herself, they would be cuffed behind her back. She laced her fingers behind her back and then watched in horror as her father brought the flogger down nineteen times on each sensitive breast. Jill was next and chose the riding crop. The breasts were bright red by the time she was finished. Jessica, once again, chose the paddle and instructed Faith to lace her fingers behind her head. Then she abused the beautiful breasts by swinging upward and paddling the tender lower swells, sending each breast flying upward with each stroke.
By the time they were finished with her belly and thighs, Faith’s skin was burning. Finally, it was time for her sex. Jack used the flogger, swinging it upward to make a wet slapping sound with each contact as Faith stood with her legs apart. Jessica was next and had Faith lie down on the coffee table. Then she used a short, little whip to slice downward, leaving the labia burning after each stroke. The final blow was placed right on her clit, eliciting a shriek from the tortured girl.
Jill was to deliver the last ‘spanks.’ She sat in the middle of the couch and had Faith lie face up in her lap. She used her open palm again after parting Faith’s legs widely to leave her sex exposed and vulnerable. She would spank and then would slowly caress the injured pussy for awhile. Despite the pain and the humiliation, Faith found herself becoming very aroused. Jill continued this routing, causing Faith to move closer and closer to an orgasm until, after the final blow, Faith was consumed in climax.
They ate their birthday dinner and then had Jessica perform a couple of improvised belly dances in her harem girl outfit. The final dance was a strip tease which left Jessica totally unveiled. For the first time, Faith got a complete view of her gorgeous neighbor and again she wondered why she took such pains to hide her body. It was remarkable.
The rest of the evening was spent in the huge bed and Jack was in seventh heaven. He had enjoyed two girls at a time but never three. Each of the females received a ration of sperm before he could no longer get erect. Then, the three females pleasured one another before they all collapsed together from exhaustion.
Chapter 25
The next night, Tom was back in town and Jessica arranged to borrow Faith for the evening. This was especially embarrassing for Faith. When the Philpotts first moved next door, Faith had only been fourteen and she had a terrible crush on her handsome new neighbor. She always blushed and fumbled for words when he was around. Even now that she was older and more mature, she still felt like an infatuated fourteen year old in his presence. It was silly, she knew, but it still happened.
She was standing naked in the front hallway with her wrists cuffed to her collar when he walked in the door. “Welcome home, honey,” smiled Jessica. “I got you a gift.”
Tom smiled brightly as he saw the naked teenager in his hall. “So I see. It’s a beautiful gift. Is it a toy?”
Jessica laughed. “You can play with it all you like. We have her for the night. She’s your slave to do with as you please.”
“Oh my,” he said. “A slave, huh? That sounds very interesting.” Then he turned to Faith. “I have been hoping for this day for the past five years. But how do you feel about it?”
“I am yours to d..d..d..do with as you p..p..p..please, M..m..m..master,” she stammered.
He reached up and stroked her auburn hair which was flowing down her back. “Thank you. But that’s not what I asked. I asked you how you felt about this.”
“I would not b..b..b..be here if I d..d..d..d..didn’t find you attractive and want to b..b..b..b..be with you,” she lied. In fact, she would be here whether she wanted to or not. Her mother had made that very clear. But the fact that Tom was so handsome and she still had a crush on him helped.
He turned to his wife. “It’s a wonderful present. Can we go play with it?”
“Don’t you want dinner first?” Jessica asked.
“No. Let’s eat later. I want to play with my toy first.”
“You’re like a little kid sometimes.”
“A little kid with a grown up sex toy, maybe,” he replied. Jess laughed but then led Faith upstairs. Tom followed, shedding his clothes as he went.. By the time they reached the bedroom, he was naked but for his shorts, which he quickly discarded.
“She has a velvety soft mouth,” offered Jessica. “Try it if you like.” Tom took her up on the offer and helped Faith to her knees so she could suck his cock which was already hard and throbbing at the prospect of sex with his beautiful neighbor. After that, it was nothing short of an orgy. He fucked her mouth, pussy and ass. Faith licked Jessica to orgasm and was licked by her. This action got Tom hard again and Jess rode his cock while he laid on his back with Faith behind her, playing with her breasts and kissing her. Again, Faith had sex until she collapsed of exhaustion. Dinner was never served that night.
“Mom, will it be like this when I come home for breaks?” asked Faith the next day as Jill helped her go through clothes in preparation for packing.
“That’s up to you, sweetie,” replied Jill. “We love having you as our slavegirl but you are free to decide for yourself at the end of this week; unless you get captured again, of course.”
“Will you and dad try to capture me?”
“Do you want us to?” asked Jill.
“No. I was just wondering if I had to worry about that.”
Jill put down the blouses she was holding and stepped behind her naked daughter, wrapping her arms around her. “No, dear. You don’t have to worry about us. The only way you will ever be our slave again is if you ask to be or if someone gives you to us.”
“Do I have to worry about Aunt Ann or Aunt Jane?”
“Hmmm,” replied Jill. She let one hand glide over the firm soft belly of her daughter as her other hand reached up to hold one of the miraculous breasts. “I honestly don’t know about Ann. You probably should worry about her. She’s capable of just about anything. You don’t need to worry about Jane, though. She would never capture family. Now Cinny and Linny are another matter entirely. I’m sure they would love to own you again.”
Faith leaned back against her mother and nodded. “I’ll have to be careful, I guess. I never had any idea that so many people were into slavery.”
Jill laughed softly. “It must be in the genes.”
“And in the tap water on this street,” added Faith, referring to the next door neighbors.
“Oh, they were just role playing. They like to get kinky now and then but they’re basically vanilla at heart.” Jill switched hands and held the other breast, squeezing lightly. “Now, I could introduce you to some folks who do take it seriously, if you are interested.”
“I’m not sure that I want to be a slave again, Mom. Although if I do, it would probably be better if my owners weren’t family.”
“Yeah, I know that bothered you, dear,” replied Jill, giving the breast a squeeze and letting her fingers trace lower to stroke the petals that were almost always slick with arousal at this point.
“But that was such a gift that you gave us. Jane can’t stop talking about the perfect slavegirl that she owned for the summer. And your father and I are very much enjoying owning you this week. You just have no idea how desirable you are.”
“No, Mom,” responded Faith. “I guess I just don’t understand that part.”
“Well you make sure that you don’t get captured at school by some professor or something this year.”
“Mom!” said an exasperated Faith. “They don’t do things like that at school. In fact, I doubt anyone outside of this family ever does that.”
“You are wrong there,” said Jill as she dipped a finger into Faith’s sex. “Just be sure to be careful.”
Faith sighed, realizing that her mom actually belieived that there were people out there who captured and kept girls. “Okay, Mom. I’ll be careful.”
“Good girl,” said Jill as her finger kept pumping in and out of Faith. Finally, she lifted it to her daughter’s lips and Faith dutifully licked it clean. “And remember to let us know when you want to give yourself to us as a gift again. But until that time, you will just be our daughter.”
“A daughter who has had sex with both of her parents, two aunts and two cousins,” thought Faith.
“Yes, Mom, I’ll let you know.”
Thursday night was family sex night. No outsiders were involved and the three of them used practically every room in the house at one point or another. Jack took Friday off from work to be able to enjoy his wonderful slave on her last day before leaving for college. He realized that he had to pace himself, though. His sexual appetite for his daughter by far outpaced his cock’s ability to recharge. But he was able to deposit his seed in her mouth and bottom and twice in her pussy and was quite proud of his ability to recover.
“We’ll miss you, sweetie,” said Jill as the three of them lay in bed on Friday night. Faith was on her back and Jill was lying on top of her, suckling the precious nipples. Jack was just watching the erotic sight.
“I’ll miss you too, Mom,” replied Faith. “And you too, Dad.”
Jack smiled and reached over to stroke the unused breast. “You have a great semester, princess.”
The next morning, Jack packed the car for Faith. They stood in the driveway, hugging each other and saying their goodbyes. Faith gave her father one last hug and kiss and then hugged her mother goodbye, whispering in her ear. “Don’t tell Daddy. I want it to be a surprise. But I’ll be your little slavegirl over Thanksgiving too.”
Jill smiled and whispered back. “I’m looking forward to my tender little morsel coming back to us. I can’t wait to have Faith again.”
The End