Chapter 8
The rest of the party was tame after the encounter with her father. Kathleen was nothing more than a decorative object at the end of Allison’s leash. After the party, Allison took her home with her and had Kathleen service her with her tongue to several orgasms. Allison rewarded the slave with an orgasm of her own before the two drifted off to sleep.
“Your father fucked you?” asked an astonished Marge.
“Yes,” whimpered Kathleen as she knelt in Marge’s living room.
“Wow, that’s hot!” exclaimed Mandy. “You must have a pretty cool dad.” Kathleen was then released from her slave duties to rest up from the night before and to take care of her own home.
That evening, Kathleen opened the front door with trepidation, not knowing if she was going to be treated as a daughter or a slave. She took a deep breath and then pushed it open.
“Hi, sweetheart,” said her mother as she met Kathleen in the front hallway. Hugs and kisses were exchanged and then they went into the family room. Her brother, Brett, was already there and was watching some sporting event on the television.
“Hi, sis,” said Brett without moving his eyes from the game.
“Hi, sweetie,” said Joe as he stood and hugged his daughter.
Everything seemed so normal to Kathleen and she breathed a sigh of relief. It remained normal until after dinner.
Once the meal was completed and the table was cleared, they lingered at the table, sipping their coffee. “So,” said her mother, “I understand that you have a new hobby.”
Kathleen immediately blushed, recognizing what her mother was referring to. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“I think that’s wonderful. You must be a beautiful slavegirl.”
Kathleen stiffened and immediately glanced at her brother, not knowing how he would react. When she saw him grinning back at her, however, she knew that he was aware of the little secret. Once again, she wished that the earth would swallow her up.
“Oh, and I talked to Marge this afternoon about borrowing her slavegirl,” Joe announced. “She readily agreed to loan us her slave, so here’s how it works. Tonight is our call as to whether you are daughter or slave. From now on, though, you will only be our slave if we arrange it ahead of time with Marge or her sister. On those occasions, one of us will come to collect you and deliver Kim to them.”
“Doesn’t that sound reasonable, sweetheart?” asked her mother, Betty. “That way, you won’t have to worry about whether you are here as our daughter or our slave.”
“Yes, Mother,” Kathleen replied. “I suppose so.”
“Well, I think it’s very reasonable,” Betty continued. “And it’s very considerate of Marge to worry about you like that. She must be a wonderful mistress.”
“She’s hot, too,” piped up Brett who had met Marge many times when he visited his sister. “And Mandy’s hot too.” Brett was three years younger than Kathleen but still acted like a teenager in her opinion.
“Our new little slavegirl is hot, too,” Joe inserted. “Unbelievably sexy.”
“I can imagine,” said Betty. “But there’s no sense in having to imagine. Sweetheart, be a good girl and stand up and remove your clothes. Your father has talked about nothing else since he had the chance to sample your charms.”
“Mom!” exclaimed Kathleen in utter shock at the suggestion. “Mom, I’m your daughter. And Brett is here.”
“Yes you are. And yes he is,” Betty responded. “He has been into the lifestyle for several years. He won’t be shocked. In fact, we sometimes loan Kim to him if we are going to be out of town or otherwise occupied.”
“Mom,” Kathleen whimpered and pled.
“Your father explained the arrangement to you, sweetheart. Even you agreed that it was reasonable. Do we need to invoke our ownership rights tonight? Or are you going to be a good girl?”
“No, Mother, you don’t,” Kathleen replied as she pushed her chair back and stood up. She knew this was wrong but she felt trapped. She took a deep breath and then, with trembling hands, reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it off and set it in the chair. Then she took another deep breath and unfastened her jeans, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them before setting them on the chair also. When she looked back up, she saw three pairs of eyes glued to her body.
“Keep going, sweetheart,” encouraged Betty.
Kathleen groaned but reached behind her to unhook her bra. She closed her eyes as she lowered the cups of the bra and heard her mother suck in her breath as the impressive breasts came into view.
“They are glorious, sweetheart,” the mother exclaimed. “Your father was not exaggerating. He was absolutely right.”
Kathleen hooked her thumbs into her panties and, with grave doubts, slid them down her legs and kicked them aside. Now, she was completely naked in front of her entire family for the first time.
“What do you think, son?” Joe asked Brett.
“Hot!” the brother replied. “Just incredibly hot!”
Kathleen opened her eyes again and saw that the six eyes were still fixated on her body, moving from face to breasts to sex and back again. Joe was more focused on her sex. Brett’s eyes lingered the most on the substantial orbs on her chest. And Betty just smiled into her eyes.
“Beautiful, dear,” Betty said. “Do sit down again.”
As if in a trance, Kathleen sat back down in her chair. It was incredibly unnerving to be the only naked one seated at the table where everyone else was clothed. It was even more unnerving that the others were her immediate family.
“Do I get to pop her tonight?” asked Brett crudely.
“No, you don’t, Brett,” replied Betty. “Your father and I get to enjoy her first. But not tonight. We’ll arrange to borrow her for that. I just wanted to check out the merchandise tonight.”
“Well, I think she’s grade A prime meat,” responded Brett. “And Dad says she’s a great fuck so I can’t wait until I get my turn.”
Kathleen just glared at her crude brother. Brett was sent on his way after the coffee was finished, leaving Kathleen alone with her parents. She sat silently, not knowing what to say or do. Betty cleared the remaining dishes and then returned.
“Lie down on the table, sweetheart,” Betty instructed.
“Mom!!!” protested Kathleen.
“Just do as I say, dear. We aren’t going to use you. I just want to inspect you. You are more superb than I could have imagined. It’s a long time since I have seen you completely naked.”
Kathleen bit her lower lip to keep her frustrations from spilling out of her mouth and making her situation worse. She reluctantly stood up and then perched her bottom on the edge of the table, sliding herself into the middle of it.
“Now turn and lie down, dear,” said her mother. Kathleen reluctantly complied and found herself lying on the table with a parent on either side of her as she looked up at the ceiling.
Her father reached out and grasped the closest breast at the base and squeezed lightly. “See what I mean? They are unbelievably firm.”
Betty reached out and did the same thing with the breast on her side of the table. “Firm, but so warm and soft,” agreed Betty. The mother leaned down and kissed Kathleen’s nipple before sucking it into her mouth to taste it. The nipple was significantly stiffer when she lifted her head.
Betty then reached between Kathleen’s thighs and stroked a finger along her daughter’s labia, feeling the wetness there. “She’s definitely ripe. We will have fun with our new slave. Sweetheart, you may get dressed and go home now. And remember that you come here as a daughter unless we collect you. And know that we both love you very much.”
Chapter 9
The remainder of the summer was a blurry collage of humiliation for Kathleen. She continued to tend her gardens and Marge would frequently lie in a lounger, keeping her company or just admiring her nudity. Despite the fact that she felt more and more enslaved to Marge, Kathleen grew very fond of her. She had a loving and protective side. While the initial naked episode at her parents’ dinner table had been both shocking and humiliating, Kathleen remembered the subsequent rules that Marge had insisted on. It was these rules that still allowed Kathleen to visit her parents as a loving daughter instead of as a sex slave.
Mandy had pursued her sadistic whims throughout the summer. At one point, Marge almost kicked her out of the house. Mandy had taken Kathleen to a parlor and had her clit hood pierced. When Marge got home that evening, she was furious that Mandy had defaced her property. “What about her is not already perfect?!?!?!?” she screamed at her sister.
Joe and Betty had not minded the new jewelry at all. “The new attachment point should prove to be useful,” remarked Joe as he envisioned leading the slave with the leash attached to her new ring. “It will be fun to play with it with my tongue,” remarked Betty as she visualized Kathleen bound spread eagle on the table while she teased the ringed clit with her tongue.
Mandy tried to mar Kathleen’s body one additional time. Marge arrived home to find a brazier burning on her patio. Kathleen was bound lying down on a table with her legs spread wide. Mandy was holding a branding iron with a red hot tip inches from Kathleen’s inner thigh right below her sex. “Stop!!!” Marge shrieked. Mandy quickly backed up, not wanting to further infuriate her sister.
“I was only marking her as ours,” she said as she held up the branding iron for Marge to see. Marge saw that her property was to be marked with a brand that said “M&M”. From that point on, Mandy lost all property rights to Kathleen and Kathleen was off limits to her unless Marge was present to supervise. Marge even drafted a slave contract which she had Kathleen sign in Mandy’s presence to drive home the point. Kathleen had grave reservations about signing a document that stated that her body belonged to another person but she did sign it, knowing that it would provide some protection to her.
Allison borrowed Kathleen for two more parties. The slavegirl wore her pantaloons and nothing else except the gold collar and the cuffs. Her parents attended both parties and traded Kim for her each time for an hour or so. At one of the parties, Joe fucked her, much the same as he had at the first party. The only difference was that, this time, Betty laid down on the desk and had Kathleen service her with her tongue while she was being fucked. Even though Kathleen had already done this several times before at home, she still found it uncomfortable to be making love to her mother.
At the other party, Joe laid Kathleen on the desk and fucked her. This was the most awkward because she was looking up into the eyes of her father as his huge rod pounded into her. Once he was finished, Betty moved between Kathleen’s spread legs and, one finger at a time, entered her until she eventually had her whole fist inside her daughter. She moved her hand around actively and skillfully and Kathleen was horrified as she looked down, seeing the fist pressing outward and causing bumps and tenting in her belly.
Allison turned out to be somewhat of a switch. Even though she acted quite dominant at the parties, Kathleen learned that she had a submissive side. Joe had ‘collected’ Kathleen one morning to begin one of her days of slavery. When they arrived home, Kathleen was surprised to find a naked Allison kneeling in a corner of the room with her face to the corner.
“What do you think, girl?” Joe asked.
“I think she’s beautiful, Master,” Kathleen had been taught not to use the titles of ‘mother’ and ‘father’ during her time as their slave. “But why is she naked?”
“Because I like all of my slaves naked, sweetheart,” announced Betty as she strode into the room to greet the newly arrived slave. “Allison is a natural slave. I spotted it immediately at the party two weeks ago. So after a little discussion, she agreed to be ours for a couple of weeks.”
Kathleen wondered what the ‘discussion’ was. She couldn’t imagine that anyone would voluntarily become a slave. Was there blackmail involved? Was there some kind of threat or reward involved? Regardless of how she became enslaved, Allison became a frequent slave sister to Kathleen. They were shared by Joe and Betty and even were forced to share each other as they performed together to entertain the two dominants. Despite her occasional role as a slave, however, two weeks after her initial appearance, Allison once again borrowed Kathleen for one of the special parties.
It was all so confusing to Kathleen. Now she had six masters. Marge was always her primary owner. Mandy was allowed to use her under supervision. Joe, Betty, Brett and Allison also had some ownership rights. And she had two slave sisters: Kim and Allison.
By far, the most difficult times were when she was with Brett. She had never been naked in front of him before that fateful family dinner, although she remembered that when he was a teenager, he was always trying to sneak peeks at his curvy older sister so she assumed that he had seen her naked before. She didn’t know if he was just being his normal immature self or if he was intentionally trying to humiliate her but he always found some crude way of embarrassing her.
“Look at those boombahs bounce,” he said one time. Kathleen was straddling him as he laid on the bed and was bobbing up and down on his cock, riding it. Betty or Joe were usually present when Brett used his sister. This time, it was Betty who had grasped Brett’s cock and guided it into Kathleen’s velvety tunnel. Kathleen looked down and saw that her full breasts were indeed bouncing with every stroke but still thought that the comment was crude and unnecessary.
“These jugs belong in an art gallery. Or better yet, porno flicks.” Kathleen convinced herself that Brett intended this crude comment as a compliment but still thought it was crass. This time, she was bound standing upright to a pole in the basement. Brett had adorned her breasts with two cruel nipple clamps. Then he had started to add weights to them and, when he saw that they continued to defy gravity despite the added weight, he came up with his crude comment. Joe was in attendance this time and just sat there watching his son and daughter playing with one another.
“God, you are a great fuck!” was another comment he made. Kathleen was lying on her back on a coffee table and Brett was between her splayed legs, pumping his cock furiously into her tight sex. Betty was ‘chaperoning’ this time and busied herself nibbling on the delicious nipples or kissing Kathleen passionately while she stoked the girl’s clit. Occasionally, she would let her fingers run along the slick cock as it pulled out or pushed in but always returned to stimulating the slave’s sensitive clit. Kathleen had an explosive orgasm that time but still thought that the crude comment was unwarranted.
Kathleen had successfully compartmentalized her mind into slave and daughter roles. When she visited her parents’ home she was the daughter and was able to behave as she used to. She was loving and caring and attentive. She could shut out the images and memories of her times there as a slave. When she was collected by one of her parents, she was the slave and she behaved as the slave. She was naked, docile, submissive and sexual.
Joe was also good at compartmentalizing his mind. When Kathleen visited, he called her Kathy or sweetie. When she was collected to serve as a slave, he usually referred to her as “girl.” So complete was his transformation, that Kathleen quickly adjusted to her new role when she was alone with him. Even when he was fucking her, she was able to enjoy it because she was “girl” pleasing her master.
Betty was not so good at segmenting her mind. “This will be more humiliating than painful, sweetheart,” she said to Kathleen one day. Kathleen was kneeling naked on a short table and Betty was behind her with a well lubricated vibrator. She pressed the tip of the vibrator to Kathleen’s little rosebud and slowly inserted it into the slave’s’ bottom. “Relax sweetheart,” Betty continued as she slowly rubbed her palm over Kathleen’s belly and pushed the vibrator deeper. “Enjoy the fullness, sweetheart,” she said once the vibrator was fully lodged in Kathleen’s bottom and she occasionally rubbed the erect little clitoris. Betty had been training Kathleen for anal sex by gradually increasing the size of the objects that she stuffed into her bottom. The humiliation and pain was bad each time the next larger object was used. But the worst part was being called sweetheart by her mistress the same way she was by her mother. It just kept reminding Kathleen that she was slave to her parents.
Brett was also bad about it. “I still can’t believe how big and firm your jugs are, sis,” was one example. Another was the time he brought a friend home. Kathleen was kneeling in the center of the living room while Joe and Betty chatted. Brett brought his friend into the room. “My sister has a hot body, doesn’t she? And she’s a really good fuck.” Episodes like this caused great turmoil in her mind.