Chapter 7
On Saturday, Allison arrived early. She wanted to spend some time with Mandy before collecting the slavegirl. For over an hour, Mandy and Allison made love. When Marge arrived home, she joined the coupling pair and the three of them made love for another hour. They rested together in Marge’s bed until it was close to the time when Allison should leave.
“Her name is Kathleen,” Mandy informed Allison. “But we call her Kat.” Kathleen had arrived a few minutes earlier wearing a new sarong. It seemed that the only thing she wore these days were sarongs, or nothing at all. Again, Kathleen had been horrified when she saw that she was being exposed as a slave to yet another new person, but she was reluctant to say anything. It would just give Mandy another excuse to punish her again.
“You were right,” commented Allison. “She’s lovely. I’ll be the envy of everyone at the party.” This comment confused Kathleen. She was not sure what to make of it.
“Just be sure to return her by tomorrow morning,” said Marge. These words sent panic through Kathleen. All of a sudden, Allison’s remark became clear and it terrified her. She was being given to someone, just like any other belonging. She was being loaned to another girl as if she were a blouse or a hair dryer. It was just not right!
“Wait!” Kathleen said frantically. “What’s going on here?”
“Oh, we’re just helping out one of Mandy’s friends,” explained Marge. “She needs a slave for a party and we said she could take you.”
“Wait!” she protested. “I can’t do this. You can’t do this. It’s just not right!”
“She gets so worried sometimes,” said Mandy to Allison as she stroked Kathleen’s cheek with the backs of her fingers, trying to calm her. “She really is such a good girl for us. But she frets too much. We hope that she will calm down over time.”
Neither Mandy nor Marge responded to Kathleen’s protest. They both just carried on their conversation with Allison as if they knew that debating with their property was unnecessary. Kathleen just looked at the three women in disbelief.
“Can we get her changed here?” asked Allison. “I brought her outfit.”
“Sure,” replied Marge. “Pet, be a good girl and take off your sarong.”
“But…” sputtered Kathleen.
“Be a good girl,” advised Mandy. Kathleen saw the serious look in Mandy’s face and decided it would be best to comply rather than risk punishment. She reached between her breasts and untied the knot, reluctantly letting her sarong fall to the floor.
Allison smiled when she saw the beauty naked for the first time and opened the box she had brought. She pulled out a couple of articles of clothing, if they could be called that.
Mandy helped dress Kathleen, although with such little clothing, that was a quick process. Gauzy white pantaloons were pulled up the shapely legs and secured on Kathleen’s hips. A soft length of rope served as a belt. The pantaloons were sheer and seemed almost transparent as they allowed the observer to clearly see Kathleen’s sex and bottom. Kathleen thought they looked obscene.
The other article of clothing was a tiny maroon vest. It did conceal the outer swells of the sizeable breasts but left the lower and inner swells available to be admired and offered occasional peeks at the cute, pink nipples. Kathleen thought that she looked like a pornographic version of a harem girl.
The remaining items in the box consisted of cuffs and jewelry. Leather cuffs that matched the color of the vest and which were elaborately embossed circled each wrist and each ankle. A slender gold chain was wrapped around Kathleen’s waist and allowed to drape over her hips. Allison asked if she could replace the collar for the night and the two sisters granted her permission. The white leather collar was replaced by a solid gold one with intricate engravings and that was hinged. When the two sides were drawn together and locked, the collar fit snugly around Kathleen’s neck but was not too tight. It actually looked more like a beautiful choker than a collar. Two additional gold chains remained. One would hobble her and the other would connect her wrists together but Allison decided she would save those for later.
Kathleen tried to protest a few more times. She argued that it wasn’t right to be given away. She argued that she couldn’t go to a party dressed like this because someone she knew might recognize her. Finally, she argued that she couldn’t go outside dressed the way she was or she might get arrested. All of her arguments were ignored and, in short order, she found herself in the passenger seat of Allison’s car, speeding down the highway.
“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun,” said an excited Allison. “Have you ever been to one of these?”
“I don’t even know what one of these is,” replied a frustrated and increasingly angry Kathleen.
“Well think of it as a costume party. Only the roles are for real for most of the people there. I attended once a couple of years ago but as a slave. This year, I was invited as a mistress. I thought about taking Mandy as my slave but she offered you instead.”
“Oh, how nice of her,” replied a disgruntled slavegirl.
“Cheer up,” said Allison. “It really will be fun. I had a blast the last time I was there.”
The drive was short, much to Kathleen’s chagrin. Twenty minutes later, Allison steered her car into a long tree-lined driveway. Kathleen would not have minded if they had to drive four hours away from home to get to the party. Nobody could possibly recognize her four hours away. When they finally reached the house, a valet was there to assist them and park the car. Reluctantly, Kathleen stepped out of the car, reaching up to tug the tiny vest over her breasts as best she could, and then was led into the house.
The host greeted them and then led the pair to the ballroom. This was no ordinary home. This was a palatial estate and there must have been a hundred people already inside. Kathleen groaned as she looked around at all of the other guests. About half were dressed in semiformal attire with suits and long dresses being the norm. The other half, which Kathleen took to be the slaves, were in some form of undress. She noticed that she actually had on more clothes than most and was thankful for that small blessing.
Naked breasts abounded. Most of the slaves were female. Some were completely naked but for little adornments like collars and cuffs. Some had skimpy loin clothes. A few wore chastity belts. She saw one that even wore a veil and wished she had one of those.
The male slaves also were mostly naked. A few were completely naked and she saw that a couple of them were sporting erections. Others had some kind of covering over their genitalia. And a couple of them had what looked like male versions of chastity belts. Their cocks and balls were trapped inside of little cages.
Allison attached a fine gold chain to Kathleen’s collar and led her around to meet people. She knew quite a few already and introduced herself to the ones she did not know. Kathleen was mostly ignored. She was only introduced if another dominant asked about her. Other than that, she was just decorative background.
It was during this mingling that disaster struck. “Kathy?” she heard. She felt a knot in her stomach. Only one person on earth ever called her Kathy. Everyone else referred to her as Kat. Reluctantly, she turned in the direction of the voice.
“Dad? What are you doing here?”
“I might ask the same thing of you, young lady,” he replied with a chuckle. At the age of fifty two, he was still in great condition. His black hair was now sprinkled with touches of silver but that only served to make him look distinguished.
“Oh, I’m so sorry Dad. I don’t know how I got myself into this. This is so embarrassing. I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, you can start by introducing me to your mistress.” He noticed the beautiful young lady holding the other end of his daughter’s leash.
“Oh sorry, Dad. Allison, this is my father, Joseph Collins. Dad, this is Allison… Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t even know your last name.” This caused Joe to raise his eyebrows.
Allison extended her hand. “Allison Cartwright, Mr. Collins. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And it’s not as strange as it seems. Kat’s not my slave. I just borrowed her for the day.”
“Call me Joe. Borrowed, huh?” He raised his eyebrows again.
Kathleen felt her face turn new shades of crimson. She wished she could just evaporate.
“Yes,” continued Allison. “I needed a slave for the party so her mistress loaned your daughter to me. Well, mistresses really.”
“Oh this just keeps getting better and better. And who, might I ask, are here mistresses? Do I know them?”
Kathleen wished the ground would swallow her up.
“You might. Marge, her neighbor, and Marge’s sister Mandy own your daughter.”
Joe nodded. “Yes, I think I have met them both. Well, this is a side of my daughter that I hadn’t seen before. May I?” he asked Allison.
“Please feel free,” replied Allison.
Joe reached up, to Kathleen’s horror, and grasped the edges of the vest, opening it to see his daughter’s bountiful breasts. “And this is a front of my daughter that I have never seen before. Delightful.”
“Dad!” hissed Kathleen. She could not raise her voice for fear of attracting attention. But she also couldn’t idly stand by while her father ogled her chest.
“Hush, little one,” her father said calmly. “Slaves is slaves. And as long as your mistress allows, others may enjoy you, including me. You’re all grown up now.” His gaze returned to her breasts. “And deliciously so, I might add.”
He continued to hold the vest open with one hand and ran the backs of his fingers over the soft upper swells of Kathleen’s right breast. Then he placed his palm beneath it and lifted it, bouncing it several times. “Simply priceless,” he smiled. Then he stopped and looked over his shoulder. “I’d like you to meet my slave.”
He reached out and took the leash of a beautiful auburn haired girl and tugged her forward. “Kim, I’d like you to meet my daughter Kathleen and her mistress Allison Cartwright. Kathy and Allison, this is my slave Kim.”
The girl was striking and looked to be about twenty years old. The long auburn hair flowed freely across her shoulders and framed a gorgeous face. Her perfect hourglass figure was adorned by large, full breasts and a shaved mound. She was completely naked other than for a silver collar around her neck. “Kim belongs to your mother and me,” her father explained.
“Wow!” was all that Kathleen could manage.
Joe dropped the leash, letting it fall between Kim’s luscious breasts. Then he reached back up, this time holding both of Kathleen’s breasts in his hands. He bounced them again, enjoying the weight of them in his palms, before brushing his thumbs back and forth across the nipples causing them to stiffen further.
“Dad!” Kathleen hissed. “I’m your daughter. You shouldn’t be doing that.”
Joe laughed. “Yes, you are my daughter. My very beautiful and very sexy daughter. But you are also a slave. I will have to talk to Marge about borrowing you myself some time. This opens up so many exciting possibilities.”
“You may borrow her now, if you’d like,” offered Allison. “I’m her mistress for today. Or we could trade slaves for awhile.”
“Yes,” replied Joe. “Let’s trade for a bit.” He reached out and took Kim’s leash in his hand, offering it to Allison. Then he took Kathleen’s leash when it was offered to him. Allison also gave him the two gold chains that could be used to hobble Kathleen or to secure her wrists together. He tugged on the leash, drawing Kathleen to him as Allison tugged on Kim’s leash. He led his daughter to a quieter part of the house.
Kathleen reluctantly followed her father. This was not going well at all, she thought. She had to figure out a way to get herself out of this mess. Joe led Kathleen into the library and closed the door behind him.
“Where’s Mom?” asked Kathleen as she knelt in front of Joe who was seated on a leather sofa. She had initially tried to sit on the sofa with him but he quickly corrected her.
“She was supposed to be here,” said Joe as he lifted the long blonde tresses off of Kathleen’s shoulders to let them drape down her back. “But she had one of her migraines earlier and decided to stay home. She told me to bring Kim and have fun.”
“I still can’t believe that you and Mom have a slave. How long has that been going on?”
“For years. We had to do it discretely while you and your brother were growing up. We even kept it hidden from you after you grew up because we weren’t sure that you would approve. Your mother will be delighted when she learns that you are into the lifestyle also.”
Joe’s fingers went to the vest again. This time, he opened it and slid the tiny garment down Kathleen’s arms, baring her torso.
“Dad,” pleaded Kathleen. “This doesn’t seem right. Please.”
“What’s not right about me enjoying my slave?” he asked as he set the vest aside. “Stand up for me.”
Kathleen bit her lower lip nervously but obediently stood up. She watched in horror as she saw her father untie the knot and then slide her pantaloons down. She was left naked, standing directly in front of her father.
“I knew you were a beautiful young lady but I had no idea how beautiful. You are magnificent. You are just the type of girl your mother likes to play with. Young. Ripe.” He reached out and ran a finger up through Kathleen’s labia seeing how wet she was. “And responsive. You’re just the kind of girl I like to play with too, I might add.”
Kathleen just about jumped out of her skin when her father touched her sex. She saw his fingers glistening with her juices and could not believe how her body was betraying her so badly. “Dad,” she whimpered imploringly.
“Turn around,” he commanded. She complied and felt his hands running up her thighs. He stopped at her bottom and palpated the firm cheeks before prying them apart. He used one of his thumbs to rub slowly around her little pucker, causing her to tremble.
Joe stood up and wrapped his arms around Kathleen, grasping one of the proud breasts in each hand and pulling her against him. She closed her eyes in shame at being so intimately held by her father and then nervously bit her lower lip again as she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her through his pants.
He finally let go of her and she gulped as she heard the sound of his zipper. “Just a little taste today,” he said. “I’ll sample you more fully when your mother is around.”
Kathleen felt him bending her over until her hands were on her knees and her torso was parallel with the floor. She shuddered again as she felt his cock rubbing against her slick petals and then groaned as he pushed forward, impaling her with one long stroke. She could not believe this. She was being fucked by her own father!
“Mmmm, you are so tight,” he commented as he thrust deep. “It’s like being in a warm, wet vise.”
“Oh, Father,” moaned Kathleen. “I hope this doesn’t ruin our relationship.”
“No, sweetie, it won’t,” he replied as he kept slicing his cock in and out of her. “You will still be our daughter and we will treat you as a daughter. But you have a mistress now and when she lets us borrow you, we will treat you as our slave.”
“Yes, Father,” she sighed and then yelped as she felt Joe’s cock plunge especially deep and bump against her cervix, sending a jolt of pain rushing through her body.
Joe raised his hand and brought it down with a loud slap to Kathleen’s bottom, eliciting another yelp from her. “That’s yes Master,” he corrected.
“Yes, Master,” she quickly blurted out. He leaned forward and reached under Kathleen, grasping her breasts in his hands again. He used them as handles as he moved her on his cock and squeezed them tightly.
“These are absolutely delightful,” he commented as he gave each breast another squeeze. “I had no idea. I will have hours of fun with these. What limits have you established with your mistress?”
“Limits, Master?” she moaned.
“I guess that means you have none. That will make things so much more fun. Kim has no limits either.”
Kathleen was torn between the guilt she felt at fucking her father and the increasing arousal that she felt as he fucked her. She had never seen his cock before and still hadn’t seen it since he unzipped and entered her while she was facing away. But she could tell by the way that it filled her so completely that it must be massive. And it must be especially long because it kept bumping into her cervix every few strokes.
“Has your ass ever been taken?” Joe asked.
Kathleen blushed at her father asking such an intimate question. “No, Father. Never.” She tensed at the thought of her little rosebud being impaled by the huge shaft. “I mean no, Master.”
“We’ll fix that. But we’ll save that for another day.”
Kathleen breathed a sigh of relief that she would be spared the sodomy, at least for today. Joe was now gripping her nipples, stretching her breasts away from her body. Kathleen lowered her head and saw the two cones stretching downward from her body. She then gasped as she caught a glimpse of her father’s cock as it pulled out of her body only to disappear back inside of her slick tunnel. The heavy balls swung between her thighs with each stroke and Kathleen groaned as she realized that they would soon empty their seed into her.
Joe placed his hands on Kathleen’s shoulders and pulled her back against him tightly, lodging his cock deep in he body. He tensed and let out a gasp as he climaxed. Kathleen shuddered as she realized she could actually feel the sperm spurting out of her father against the walls of her sex. She had never felt the actual semen before during intercourse. He held her against him until he finished emptying his balls into his daughter. Then he withdrew and released her.
“You may clean me now,” he said. Kathleen gulped but dutifully turned toward her father and knelt. His pants were pooled around his ankles and her eyes grew wide as she saw how big the cock was, even as it slowly softened.
Kathleen leaned forward and tentatively touched the tip of the cock with her tongue. She tasted the combination of his sperm and her own juices and then opened her mouth, drawing the massive spear in to bathe it with her tongue. She realized at this point that she was not on any form of birth control and shuddered at the worry that her father may have impregnated her.
Joe pulled his pants back up and allowed Kathleen to put her pantaloons on. He held onto the vest, however, stating that he thought the slave looked best without it. He handed the vest to Allison when he returned Kathleen to her and he took Kim’s leash.
“Thank you for the use of your slave,” he said to Allison. She was quite satisfying.”
Then he turned to Kathleen. “Will we see you for dinner tomorrow night?”
“As daughter or slave?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll talk to your mother and let you know.”
“Yes Daddy,” she responded in a small voice.