The leather-clad dyke pulled Jane's face to the wetness of her cunt.
"You'll learn to obey me," she said, bringing the lash down hard across her back. Jane was scared to death. She had no choice but to do the perverted will of the vicious lesbian.
"Yes, mistress," Jane said and swallowing her shame she took the hard nub of her clit into her mouth and began to lick and suck it. The lesbian spread her legs wide and pushed Jane's head up hard against her cunt. The lesbian moved her hips faster and faster against the probing heat of Jane's tongue.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned as the young girl's tongue made slow circles around her clitoris. Jane tasted the hot salty juices of the woman's approaching climax.
"Yes, yes, yes," she yelled and brought her heels down hard into Jane's lash-marked back. In a last convulsion of pleasure Karla thrust her hot cunt against the waiting lips and a gush of hot liquid ran down Jane's chin and onto the silk sheets of the bed.
CHAPTER ONE
Sometimes it's simply amazing how fast things can change in a young girl's life. One moment Jane was a typical high school freshman just learning about boys, skin care-and clothes and the next she was a hapless orphan set loose on a cold and unforgiving world.
It all started one grim day when her mother and father were driving home from a Lion's club outing when suddenly a speed crazed teenager in a fast car ran them into a ditch and over an embankment to a fire filled death. Jane was at a drama club meeting when the news came. Her teacher Mr. Fillmore came into the room with a concerned frown on his neat set of middle-aged features. He came up to the three girls standing alone at one end of the stage.
"Jane dear, may I please see you alone for a moment please?" The hearts of the three young girls beat faster as the cool fatherly tones passed his lips. For Mr. Fillmore was the focal center of the wild lusty imaginings of all the City High girls.
"Why certainly Mr. Fillmore," Jane, replied batting her long dark lashes at the older man. Taking her gently by the hand he led her from the stage into the little room the tech boys used to smoke cigarettes and talk about sex. The room was small and close and it seemed to Jane that Mr. Fillmore was getting larger and larger. Her senses seemed more and more alive. She could smell his after shave. The warm male scent filled her nostrils and sent a wave of strange and confusing signals to her adolescent mind.
"Jane, I have some rather horrible news." Mr. Fillmore began to sweat. The closeness of the room and young ripeness of the-slo-eyed girl before him clouded his mind and he fought for composure.
"Jane, it seems that there's been an accident ... Your mother and father, well they uh, they've been killed in a car crash." The news hit Jane like a ton of cement. Her whole world seemed to crumble around her. The very words seemed to sound like thunder, like the very voice of her whole universe coming crashing apart. It was too much to bear and she lifted her hands to her ears to shut out the dreadful reality. Jane felt like she was floating in space. She could hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing. Her only sense of existing at all was the large warm figure of Mr. Fillmore. She opened her young arms wide and filled them with the six foot frame of her teacher. Fillmore stroked her brown hair and whispered softly in her ear.
"There, there, dear. It's alright. Everything is alright." His caress became more and more tangible to Jane. More and more alive. She felt the thick cords of his muscles through the thin fabric of his cheap suit. She ran her hands over his broad back and tried to pull herself inside him. She needed to feel warm and safe, and without really knowing what she was doing she took his hands in hers and placed them on her young breasts.
To Mr. Fillmore it seemed as though all his middle aged fantasies were coming true. Here she was a sweet harmless little orphan girl alone in the world without a shoulder to lean on or cry on or a hand to hold. He could feel the taut flesh of her young body firm and supple and alive as she began to move slowly beneath his grip. Her need was like a thing alive, hot, pulsating, and liquid. Without a thought to his class, his wife, or all the thousand things which could lead to disaster Fillmore decided to take the situation in hand and help this poor dear girl to some measure of love and affection. Things she would need to become a well rounded and secure adult.
Taking her face in his hands Fillmore began to kiss away the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes. His lips traced a gentle path across her red lids and down the bridge of her nose and soon found the soft fresh place that was her mouth. Jane strained on her tip toes to meet him. His mouth tasted of coffee and cigars and other forbidden things. Jane loved the taste. And fought back hard against his lips. His tongue worked its way between her lips and she sucked on it with passion that suprised Fillmore. Sensing that she was ready and willing to join him in the joys of lust he began to remove the thin dress she wore. His hands started at her neck and slowly peeled away the prim little blue sweater she wore over the dress. Fillmore tossed the garment to the side and began to remove the frock. Jane stepped away.
"You'll tear it, let me." And with a grace and sensuality he thought impossible for such a young girl she began to strip. Fillmore could almost hear the deep base rhythm behind her as she began to sway and move to a music deep inside
First she took off the pale blue dress and laid it carefully aside. With a shy sort of half smile she stood close to him and removed the little lace bra she wore and proudly showed him the two lush warm treasures that lay inside. Fillmore reached out a careful hand and touched them. First one and then the other. Taking the nipple of each warm soft mound and twisting it between thumb and forefinger like a ripe berry. Jane moaned deep in the back of her throat and leaned forward into his touch. His hands splayed out and ran down the naked expanse of her middle and began to work at the panties. Jane couldn't feel them come off. Suddenly she was naked with her legs spread wide apart and Mr. Fillmore was on his knees before running his hot wet tongue up and down the soft insides of her thighs. His tongue played magical tricks on theripe nerves of the young girl. Shocks like from an electric socket ran through her body. Her back arched against his movements as his face went deeper and deeper between her legs licking and sucking on her virgin territory.
Jane's passion fueled hands pressed his face harder up into her cunt.
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned as he opened up her outer lips and began to tongue the hard bit of flesh that was her clit. He ran his lips over the nub, the half days growth of beard tingled like fire ants against the thin soft flesh of young girlhood. With a high-pitched shriek the young girl jerked her legs back in a a moment of ecstasy and came. The warm, sweet juices flowed out of her pussy and drenched the face of her teacher. Mr. Fillmore stood back from the lust wracked body of his student and with a smile all his own began to remove his clothes. Jane watched in admiration as first his wide chest with its thick mat of hair and underlying network of muscle and then his lower body came to light. He gasped as the hard thick bulk of his cock appeared from inside his shorts. Jane was almost afraid of what he would do with such an awesome weapon. But soon her fear passed, giving way to a girlish curiosity.
Jane moved from her position on the desk to one much more suited for standard love making. She spread his top coat out on the floor and like an unwrapped Christmas present lay down and waited for the moment. Mr. Fillmore knelt down next to her and even
Jane in all her innocence knew what he wanted. Without a moment's hesitation she lifted her head and began to run her tongue along the head of his prick. Her lips played along the shaft like gentle waves. Jane licked all the way down the massive member laying hot wet kisses on his balls licking each one and taking it inside the warmth of her mouth. Mr. Fillmore arched his back and strained to get his hot cock past those reluctant lips and down deep inside her throat. Jane forgot her fear and carefully took the plum sized head of his penis into her mouth. The heat surprised her, The incredible heat and the feeling of great energy and strength stored up way inside the man. Further she lowered her head onto the shaft, and began to make little bobbing motions. Mr. Fillmore pumped back hard against her tentative mouthing. Filling her mouth with half his cock and almost making her choke he came. The hot cum spurted out of the corners of her mouth and Jane fought to keep up with the flow.
Fillmore lay back on the floor the cool tile of the linoleum against his hot back. Jane brought a careful hand to her lips as if to verify that it had actually happened. She tasted the warm salty taste of his semen and knew that a new part of her life had begun.
When Jane got home to her empty house that evening there was a strange car in the driveway. It was a huge old Rolls Royce, the kind with a separate place for the driver to sit. Jane wondered who could be coming to see her in such a fine car. The reality of losing her parents had not really hit yet. That along with the new feelings aroused by her encounter with Fillmore filled her with anxiety. Showly she walked up the steps to the house and fitted the key to the lock. As soon as she stepped inside the house she knew everything was going to be fine. For there in the middle of the living room was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Before Jane could ask how these strangers got into her house the woman was on her feet and coming towards her.
"My poor, poor darling," the woman said and opened her arms to hug Jane. " What a cruel fate has taken the lives of your parents. But don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Your Aunt Miranda is here now to take care of you." Aunt Miranda, Jane thought, that explains it all. She had often heard of her mother's older sister who had made a vast fortune early in life and lived in seclusion on a huge old estate twenty miles from town.
" Oh Auntie," Jane sobbed into the older woman's breast. "I'm so afraid. I don't want to be alone." Miranda took the poor girlfc head in her hands and placed a warm wet kiss chastely against her lips.
"Don't you worry my dear. You're not going to be alone. You shall come to live with me. I'll give you everything a young woman could want. Teach you the ways of the world, take you places and show you things."
"Oh Auntie I love you." Jane said into the warm soft place where her face was buried at the base of her aunt's neck. Jane felt safe and warm with the older woman. Her fortune seemed to be changing for the better. For if one had to be an orphan it is better to be a rich one than a poor one.
The ordeal of burying her folks was made infinitely easier with Aunt Miranda around. It was she who made sure all the legalities were in order and paid all the final bills and put the house up for sale. Jane was happy enough knowing the money would all be put away for her to use when she was older and besides what did a girl who lived in a mansion need with a suburban tract house. The week which had passed between the death and final arrangements seemed to happen to another girl and it was as if her whole life had been leading up to the thrill she felt as they pulled up the long driveway to the house in the grand old car. She felt like some kind of princess returning to her country after many years away.
"Auntie," she said. " Now all I need is to meet a handsome prince and my whole life will be perfect. First Mr. Fillmore is so kind to me, then you come like a fairy godmother and open up a whole new world."
"It's only just begun, my dear." Miranda said placing a cool maternal hand on her knee. "And I don't think you'll need any handsome princes for a while." With that the limousine pulled up to the huge front porch with its massive white columns and flagstone path. Miranda led her niece by the hand up the steps and into the house. Jane's mouth hung open when she saw the utter grandeur of the house. The huge marble stairway leading to the upstairs and the liveried servants who held open the doors made her feel pure awe.
"Come my dear." Miranda said "I have some people I want you to meet." As if on cue the doors at the end of the hallway swung open and Jane heard the sounds of a party in full swing. A whole group of well dressed and beautiful women came out to greet them. Miranda rushed up to introduce each to Jane in turn.
Jane couldn't believe how nice they all were to her. They surrounded her and began to bill and coo about how pretty she was, how nice her figure looked and how lovely her long brown hair looked and felt. It looked as if the party was only just beginning and the feeling in the room was one of pent up energy. The women were dressed in a wide variety of costumes and clothing; each seemed to be expressing an individual kind of taste and inclination. Jane was glad that her Aunt had such wonderful and affectionate friends. They were all hugging and touching each other and giving the servants little loving pats as they brought by little treats on trays. Jane's heart began to beat faster as she sensed that Miranda had something important to tell her. Her aunt placed a firm cool hand on her arm and led her from the room.
The rest of the spacious house was just as big.
Jane was curious.
"Jane, my dear," she began, placing a firm hand on her shoulder, "my very dear friends and I are so delighted to have you with us. For so long we have needed to have with us a bright and lovable young lady. But I think it's just a bit too early for you to join in all our fun. I want you to go with Sylvia; she will show you to your rooms and help you unpack. Anything you find you are missing just tell her and we shall get it for you. Now dearest I'm going to rejoin my group and you go with Sylvia." At that another door opened and a slim black girl not much older than Jane came in. "Sylvia, please take Miss Jane and make sure she's as comfortable as possible." Aunt Miranda swept out of the room leaving her niece in Sylvia's capable hands.
When Miranda returned to the party it was no longer the prim gathering of lovely women. Most of the costumes had come off revealing a veritable sea of tits and ass. Miranda licked her lips as she walked among the ladies tweaking a nipple here, goosing a delectable bottom there? she made her way across the room. On what had but mere moments before been the buffet table a young white girl was now laid out like a final course. Her long thin legs were stretched out at a severe angle and her hands were manacled above her head. A large tough looking women in a tight pair of black leather pants and a chain halter was kneeling before the captive and was preparing a large plastic dildo.
Jane cringed inwardly.
First the demon dyke greased the girl from head to foot with slick cream from a quite large jar on the table. And with strong thick hands she rubbed it into the girl's tits, over her stomach, and down onto her pussy. The captive girl began to writhe and moan as the lesbian kneaded her slick tits and pinched her nipples. Then the she lifted the head of the device to the girls lips and forced half its length down inside her. Savagely, the dyke worked the dildo in and out. The captive's eyes rolled back as she fought to keep from being choked and then just as it seemed as if she would surely die form lack of air the woman removed the dildo from her lips and eased its slick head into the delicate opening of her cunt. With one hand the dyke continued to poke and pull on the girl's nipples and tits and with the other fed the full ten inch length of the dildo into her dripping hole. Miranda watched fascinated for a moment before taking any action herself. With one snap of her fingers two servants came over and helped the lady of the house out of her clothing. Their efficient hands had her down to her bare skin in moments.
All the other women in the room began to gather at the table to watch their leader in action. Miranda cut a fine figure of a woman as she climbed up onto the table and stood over the bound girl. Little sobbing noises were coming from her throat in rhythm to the long deep thrusts of the dildo. Lying there, looking up, the girl could see nothing but the ass-hole and cunt of the woman above her. Slowly Miranda lowered herself down onto the waiting face of the captive. Kneeling astride her face Auntie pressed her hot shaven cunt into the lips of the waiting maiden.
"Eat me, you hole," she commanded the prostrate girl. "Make me come and perhaps I won't have you punished. Do you know how we punish our bad little girls?" The captive girl made no reply because the full weight of the horny lesbian was now on her mouth. The dyke in leather was preparing another dildo for her ass while still moving the one in her cunt deeper and deeper. The bound girl began to lick and suck on Miranda's pussy, making the older woman begin to breathe harder.
"That's it. That's my good little girl. More, more," she demanded, her voice growing hoarse from pent-up lust. Miranda moved her hips faster and faster as the girl beneath her licked faster and faster. The captive let out a muffled yelp from between Miranda's thighs as the leather dyke jammed the rod up her ass and began to move it in time to the undulating movement of Mistress Miranda.
As if the mere act of watching these two hard core lesbians work on such a frail young flower drove them out of their minds the rest of the group began to fall to the floor in a pile of hot female lust. Dildos came out on the servant trays as they too began to get the party underway. Miranda climbed down off her oral throne, and her face flushed with the first of the evening's orgasms began to prowl about for more of the flesh she loved so much. In one corner a pair of naked matrons, their age showing in their sagging tits and spreading asses, were alternately sucking and finger-fucking one of the house boys. His huge black cock caused them some trouble as they stretched to get as much of it as they could into their mouths. Miranda grabbed a device from a passing servant and strapped it on. The head was as big around as a man's fist and she felt strong and powerful as she aimed it at the cunt of the first woman and rammed it home.
"Oh yes! Oh yes ! " the woman screamed as Miranda's false cock rammed its way up inside her. Harder and harder she slammed the dildo into her cunt. Rocking her body so hard that the cock she was sucking almost blew the back of her head off. She howled loudly as Miranda brought her to a screaming orgasm just as the black man's cock began to spurt out its hot white reward. The woman tried to catch as much of it as she could and captured the rest in her hands and began to rub it into the face and tits of her companion.
Miranda soon tired of the male game and instead wanted to find some more feminine fun. Leaving the two older women to the mercies of the other guests she moved off to find her pleasure. A passing servant provided her with a cool glass of wine as she found a chair and looked over her party. Miranda was always the favorite of her lesbian group. Her parties were always the most lurid and expansive affairs.
The parties were the wildest!
Each guest would bring her a favorite toy, a whip, a new dildo, or if luck would have it a new member to be initiated into the sacred rites of love. It was wild! A particularly fine specimen such as the young girl now tied to the altar would be offered to one of the leaders, a woman who through force of her personality and inclinations had reached a position of dominance in the group. Beatrice the leather clad dyke had taken one look at the new pale skinned morsel and wanted her for her own. Miranda saw nothing that she really wanted to fuck, and instead began to dream of the very special party she had planned for her niece. Miranda's fingers began to move up and down her thighs as she thought of the first delicious taste of Jane. She spread her legs wide and began to massage the cool pink outer lips of her cunt. Behind her closed lids she could see the slight lithe form of her niece come closer and placing her head in her lap she began to lick and suck as an obedient niece should. Miranda moved her hand faster and faster as she came closer and closer to the brink. Soon the fantasy seemed so real that she could feel the hot wet touch of flesh against flesh. . Her hands began to move by themselves and soon hot pink waves of pleasure began to sweep over her. Miranda's hips moved faster and faster against the warm weight at her pussy. Opening her eyes she looked down and saw that indeed her fantsy had come to life and the slim dark form of her niece was at her cunt.
It wasn't her niece at all. But that mattered not to the passion gripped mind of the Mistress. One of the guests seeing the hostess taking solitary pleasure had moved over to perform the tasks that needed doing. The young girl began to lick Miranda's hot pussy. And spreading her legs apart began to tongue and lick her anus. With cool gentle fingers she traced a line around that light brown hole. The saliva from her mouth and Miranda's own hot juices making the deep warm hole loose and flexible. Miranda reached down and pulled the girl up to her chest and hugged her tight. She could feel the tension in her nipples as her own rested against them. Together they slipped out of the chair and began to roll around on the rug covered floor. Miranda began to lick and suck the teenagers tits rubbing frantic hands over the full length of her young body. The woman let out a low moan and lay back on legs spread wide to accommodate her Mistress. Miranda pressed her eager face into the lush dense bush of the young girl. like a dog at a water bowl she lapped at the sweet honey pot of her youth. Looking up Miranda could see she was no longer alone in her devotion for a small long-haired Japanese woman known as Madam Lee was kissing the maiden passionately. The silk of her blue Kimono fell open to reveal a perfect set of light brown tits. Miranda smiled to herself as she brought the wiggling from beneath her to a shuddering orgasm. She rubbed her face in the hot juices and reached out to hold the newcomer. The object of their shared lust just lay back with the thick shield of sexual bliss over her consciousness as the two practiced lesbians began to work on each other.
First Madam Lee removed the long blue robe she was wearing and drawing herself up to her full five foot height met Miranda in passionate embrace. Miranda, a full head taller then the little oriental stood with her proud tits jutting out into her face. The Jap woman began to run her tongue along the firm swelling occidental mounds before her and traced a thin passionate line with her fingernails from her navel to her cunt. It seemed to Miranda that the small woman took a step right inside her as her hot tongue and hands waged passionate war on her nerves.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the oriental knelt before her and began to rapidly vibrate her tongue and lips over her erect clit.
"Oh my God." Miranda yelled as the red hot sensations began to climb up her legs. Just then the youngster roused from her sleep of passion began to torment Miranda from behind. Two tongues now worked on the lovely hostess. One from the front and one from behind urged her closer to the magic of sexual abandon. Lee found the little knot of tissue and with the skill of years of practice caught it between her teeth and gently chewed. The response was electric. Miranda lost all composure and shrieked. It sounded like a death scream from a wounded animal. Someone placed a dildo in the young girl's hand and she began to feed its ten inches into the small brown opening. Miranda yelled louder as the hard plastic filled her up. The crowd gathered to cheer their leader onto new heights of sexual freedom. And then with a crash of thunder that only Miranda could hear it was over and all three fell back onto the floor in a hot, moist pile to enjoy the glorious fatigue of lesbian life.
CHAPTER TWO
Jane was sitting up in bed having her breakfast when her aunt came in. Her room was all a young girl could ask for. A huge four poster bed with bright blue canopy sat in the middle and along the walls were closets filled with the beautiful clothes her aunt had had waiting for her.
"I just wanted to come up and help you find just the right dress to wear today my dear." Aunt Miranda said as she swept across the room to open the large windows which led to the back balcony. "Isn't it just the most beautiful day?" she asked as she let the cool fresh air in. "Is your breakfast what you wanted. You can have anything you want my dear."
"It's all perfect auntie, everything." Jane jumped up out of the bed and crossed the room to join her aunt at the window. "I just can't thank you enough," she said, throwing her arms around the older woman's waist. "This is all the most wonderful thing that could happen to a girl. I keep having to pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming."
"Don't you worry my love," Miranda said clasping Jane's hands in her own. "It isn't any dream and it isn't anymore then you deserve. Just having you here makes my life seem fuller." Miranda turned and pulled her niece into a full embrace. How thin and frail she is Miranda thought. Jane pressed her cheek against her aunt's full lips and squeezed her tight. All Miranda could think of was to force her young supple frame down on the bed and begin to kiss the cool virgin places of her body. She longed to have her hot wet face pressed deep between her legs and her hot pink tongue bringing her closer and closer to the hot brink of lust. But that was all for the future for now the girl must be trained in the ways of pleasure. She must be gently initiated into the full rites of womanhood.
Miranda decided to let her live her dream a little longer. Pulling on a bell chord by the window she summoned Sylvia. Faster than Jane could believe the young girl arrived and waited for her orders.
"Would you run a bath for my niece please Sylvia?" Miranda asked as her hand traced a gentle line down Jane's slim back. "And while you're bathing, I shall pick out just the right outfit for our lunch in town."
While she was undressing Jane could hear the distinct sound of Sylvia humming to herself as the water ran into the tub. Jane could feel her Aunt's eyes watching her as she removed her nightgown and stood there naked. For some reason her Aunt's kind gaze made her feel even more naked. More bare and vulnerable then she had felt when Mr. Fillmore had first produced the massive organ which had brought her almost to the door of womanhood. She could remember clearly his tastes and his smells. The way the huge plum head of his cock had fit so neatly into her mouth.
She wondered how nature had planned such incredible expansion. How her small and frail body could accommodate such a large man so easily. Jane heard the sound of the water stopping but still she stood transfixed in the room. Her happiness was so overpowering here in this grand old house with this kind woman who had come in her darkest hour to make her life so good. Jane's thoughts seemingly could not move away from the vision of her only experience with a man. It was almost as if he was there in the room with her now. She could feel the strong hot grip of his hands as they worked their way down her lithe body. Her nipples became erect as she thought of all the places that had yet to feel the tender violence of a man. Jane began to run her hands quickly over her body. She held her tits and began to rub her palms slowly over the tender surfaces. With her other she began to fleetingly touch the thin soft mound of her pubis. The delicate brown hairs parted and revealed to her own amorous touch the secret of her clit. Jane did not notice the affect this was having on her poor aunt.
Miranda stood in the far corner of the room and watched in wide eyed envy as her niece was transported on the wings of her fantasy. It took more will then she could muster to not cross that room and spread the milk white thighs of the young girl and bury her face into her brown muff and suck the vital life juices of her youth. Miranda knew that if she stayed a moment longer she would ruin all her carefully laid plans with a brutal rape. Jane was too tender and precious a morsel to handle anyway but with care.
"Jane, I must be going now," her aunt said. "But you have your bath and I'll come back and we can decide what we are going to do with our day." With that Miranda left the bedroom of her desire and went downstairs to find some solace in other forms. Karla, the leather clad dyke of the party, was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Well did you get the little slut all nicely tucked away. Is she all washed and ready to entertain us?" Her thick Germanic features gave her a bull dog look. Her tiny bright little eyes held a kind of cruelty that only is found in the most deranged dominators. The whip was never very far from Karla's hand and Miranda liked it that way.
"Why Karla dear if I didn't know better I would say you are jealous of our little guest. Don't worry my darling no one can ever take your place." Miranda took the tough butch face of Karla in her hands and kissed her. Her pent up lust for her niece let loose all at once . Her tongue drove its way deep into Karla's throat. The hot breath of the lesbians' lust drove them on. Karla in her role as the master of these games roughly held Miranda away and literally ripped the shirt from off her back. The thin silk gave way with a loud tearing noise which echoed about in the empty hall. With even more savagery and ripped clothing the masterful Karla stripped her lover naked and forced her back onto the steps. The cold marble felt painful on Miranda's bare ass as her legs were forced over her head by the powerful woman and soon her pussy was the victim of furious licking. Karla was rough. Her thick dog like tongue raked over Miranda's cunt like an invading army. Her delicate pink outer lips were roughly parted and the hot lusty tongue and finger of the dyke inserted. Miranda moaned with passion as the leather clad woman removed her halter and her huge tits were lowered down onto her face. Miranda grabbed them with both hands and buried her face in the vast warm valley they formed. Sometimes Miranda wished she had a cock so she could fuck those tits. She wondered how it felt to press hot flesh into those soft white mountains till the juice spurted and washed over them. Miranda licked the cleft between her tits. Ran her tongue over the tender tissue of her nipples. She caught the right nipple between her teeth and began to suck on it like it was a sugar candy. She trapped the fat node of lust between her teeth and bit. Tenderly at first. And then harder. Karla gave a yelp of pain and delight as the hot waves shot through her. She clasped Miranda's head harder into her breast, holding onto the thick black locks of her hair.
"Yes my darling that's it," she breathed. "Now my love, now!" Miranda needed no more encouragement than that. She now assumed the role of power and it was she who ordered the tough dyke to take off her leather pants.
"Now, my lovely," Miranda said to her lover when she too was naked. "Let's see how well you like those toys of yours yourself." This was what Karla liked best. To be treated roughly as she would treat others herself. In all Her life, Miranda was the only one who was always attuned to her needs. It was always Miranda who would give her a servant to whip or a new device to insert up the ass-hole of one of her casual playmates. Karla spread her fat legs wide. Her thick black hair obscured her cunt from view but the tight brown ring of her ass-hole was plainly in view. So that's what it's to be Miranda thought to herself. She clapped her hands twice and a servant came running. Miranda told him what she needed and he ran off to get it. Miranda liked to keep a variety of servants about the house. Young men and girls whose only job it was to keep her and her frequent guests happy. Each of them had been specially chosen from an agency in New York. They are gathered early in life from all sorts of places and social strata. They were an expensive luxury, but Miranda felt it was well worth it.
Soon the servant returned with the newly ordered dildo. It was a magnificent device. Fully twelve inches in length and as big around at the head as a man's fist. Karla almost fainted in anticipation as she spied the awesome tool. Miranda leaned over her lover and gently rubbed the device all over her body. She buried the false penis between Karla's tits and forced her to suck on it. Miranda was almost overcome with lust herself as she watched the cruel gash of Karla's mouth swallow the head and then begin to work its way down. Miranda looked up and saw that the male servant had removed his clothes and was kneeling at the foot of the stairs awaiting his orders. These children were really very well trained Miranda thought and she began to think about what he could do that would give both of them pleasure. Karla made a kind of choking noise way back in her throat and this jolted Miranda back to reality. She slipped the dildo out of Karla's mouth and traced its salivated head down the swelling mound of her stomach and savagely plunged it into her cunt.
A shock wave blasted though Karla's body.
Her oft-used genitals screaming to accommodate the full stiff length and girth of her visitor. Miranda guided the thing all the way up into her lover and then withdrew it. Slowly she fed it in once more and she watched in glee as the upper lip of her tough dyke lover began to quiver and sweat. Miranda leaned over and planted a firm wet kiss on Karla's lips. The greedy tongue of the dyke shot out and fought its way down the back of Miranda's throat. The kiss lasted for a long, long time each of the women savoring the tastes and liquids of their shared lust. Miranda continued to move the dildo faster and faster in and out of her lover's cunt. Karla began to make little far away noises and then in one bone shaking instant she let out a noise like a water buffalo being getting hit by a train. She flailed her arms wildly and arched her back high against the step. Miranda seized the moment of orgasm and shoved her fingers into the ass-hole of her lover. First she worked one in then two, and then it seemed as if her whole hand would disappear-into the tight brown hole. Karla continued to thrash and scream and Miranda looking up saw that her servant had begun to masturbate.
His huge white cock stood out at a right angle from his thin body and it was almost as big as the dildo which was moving inside her cunt. Miranda signaled to her slave to come around behind and sitting astride Karla he pressed his swollen cock into her face. Miranda far gone with lust began to swallow as much of it as she could.
Even as she moved her head up and down on the servant's ready shaft Miranda didn't forget her duty to her lover. Still the dildo moved in her cunt; still the probing fingers searched her ass-hole. The servant was moving his hips faster and faster against Miranda's head. His thick cock driving deeper and deeper into her mouth. Miranda knew what she wanted to do and as soon as she could taste the first tastes of cum she bit down hard on his prick. His scream of pain accompanied that of Karla who was coming down off the last plateau of ecstasy. The young man fell backward down the stairs and came to rest a sorry heap at the foot. His hands reached down to hold his ill used member but he did not complain. Karla opened her eyes and saw Miranda standing triumphant looking down at the both of them. The human wreckage of her lust.
Karla picked herself up off the ground and on wobbly legs moved towards her lover.
"Miranda you are the finest," she said and wrapped her bull like arms around her. "I could never live without you."
"And you'll never have to my love." Miranda replied and returned the embrace. Then together hand in hand they walked down the stairs and and stood over the still quiet form of the servant.
"I think I may have bitten him too hard," Karla chastised mildly. Her concern was not for the young man's health but for her own pleasure. Dyke though she was, she liked to have a nice fat cock around just in case.
"I'm sure that he will be quite all right." Miranda leaned over his prostrate form. "He seems to have passed out." The two women exchanged a look of childish conspiracy and both took a stance over his body. Holding hands and closing their eyes they both pissed. The golden stream running down their legs and onto the unconscious form of the servant. Karla took careful aim and tried to fill his open mouth with her vile juices. Finally in response to the ' twin streams of water the young man opened his eyes and moaned. Karla looked at him with eyes devoid of all compassion.
"Make sure this mess is cleaned up quickly you stinking dog!" and imperiously strode out of the room, leaving the poor man to his misery.
Upstairs Jane would never have guessed what her Aunt and her cruel looking friend were really up to. She lay in her marble tub surrounded by bubbles and dreams. The hot soapy water soothed her muscles and made her relax. She closed her eyes and began to dream again of Mr. Fillmore and his hot thick prick. Jane didn't know what was happening to her. These new thoughts of lust seemed to fill her mind constantly. All she could do when she was alone was to think these thoughts and touch herself in a most unsatisfactory way. She longed for the help she needed to get relief. She didn't know what the cause of her flesh filled fantasies were but she longed to make them as real as the first tastes of come and the shuddering climax that had preceded it.
While Jane was reclining in the tub, Sylvia, the ever-efficient maid, was watching the stairway debauch with fascination. She had only been in Aunt Miranda's household a short time and had yet to be used in any of the wild ways she knew the other servants had. She wondered briefly if there was something wrong with her, but when she stood before her mirror at night she could spot no faults. Her firm young tits stood out proudly. Her small tight bottom made an attractive sight beneath the tight silk of her uniform. Even if Miranda and Karla's kind of sex was not what she would choose freely still it was better than being alone.
Sylvia ran down the stairs as soon as the two ladies of the house left. She hurried to the side of the fallen young man who was just picking himself up off the floor and beginning to clean up the torn clothing and piss which sullied the hall.
"I saw what she did to you. Are you all right?" she asked of the tall young man.
"Don't worry," he laughed, the smile lighting up the room. "I've come through a lot worse believe me." Sylvia reached down and cupped his tooth marked penis in her hands.
"Does it hurt much?" she asked, her eyes softening as they met his gaze.
"Oh, not too bad," he confessed. "It could use just a little attention however." Sylvia felt his cock beginning to swell in her palm. She tightened her grip and began to move her hand gently up and down the shaft. Her fingernails traced a spiders path over his prick and down across his balls. She took his swollen testicles in her hand and warmed them. A thin kind of moan passed his lips as the warm waves washed over him.
"That's much better." he said and lifting her chin with his hand he planted a long wet savory kiss on her lips. Sylvia opened her mouth to kiss him back. Her tongue meeting his in a union of hot moist sounds.
"Not here," she said between kisses. "Where can we go?" The man was already undoing the snaps that held her dress together and Sylvia did not have the strength or the desire to fight him much longer. She ran her hands over his firm naked flesh. The muscles of his back and shoulders standing out hard against her touch. Knowing that soon lust would have them fucking right there on the stairs Sylvia thought fast. Leading him by his erect member she climbed the stairs. The first door they came to was Jane's room. And without a thought as to what they might find within the two entered.
Once inside the young man pushed Sylvia back on the bed. His quick sure hands removed her clothing like there were not snaps or buttons. One moment she was dressed and the next she was not. He ran his hands over her tits and belly. He planted long, hot kisses on each of the fine pert nipples which stood up to meet his passion. Sylvia felt like she wanted to pull all of him inside her. Her cunt was dripping wet as she spread her legs wide and offered him her cunt. John needed no more encouragement. With what seemed like explosive force he filled her. The thickness of his cock straining the light pink lips of her cunt. Sylvia was in heaven. The hard rocking of his hips was met with a equally titanic movement from hers. Each thrust picked them both up off the bed and each time the long thick shaft was drawn out they fell together in a weighty pile.
Faster and faster they moved together. Sylvia's hands beat a passionate rhythm on his back, her nails came out like a cat's claws and tracked a red hot path up his back. John moaned and with a galvanic shake delivered his hot load inside her. As his erection softened, he lowered his face down her body till he was met with the combined juices of their passion. He pushed his face into her puffy outer lips and began to rub his entire face and head in the hot liquid. He tasted her cunt nectar and moaned in approval. Sylvia arched her back to give him greater freedom. And he responded in kind with quick hot passes of his tongue over her clit. As they were in the midst of passion Jane came out of the bathroom and stood transfixed in the doorway as he watched them fuck. How powerful he looked she thought. And Sylvia, she looked like god himself had come down to fuck her silly. The look on her face alone was enough to drive Jane to a fit of berserk lust. Without a moments hesitation she stripped off her robe and pounced onto the bed. Sylvia and John both turned to her with grand smiles. With loving gentle hands they pulled her down onto the bed and took places on either side of her body. Jane was hot and ready. Her cunt lips were swollen and her girl glands were producing wetness to accommodate the largeness of the man. But it was Sylvia who first began the love-making. First, she tenderly kissed Jane. Her soft lips lingering on her mouth for extra luscious minutes. Jane was at first scared and then the warm soft pressure of Sylvia's tongue persuaded her. Next she felt the cool caresses of two pairs of hands as they began to stroke her body with long sensual motions. Jane had never felt anything quite so wonderful in all her life.
Four hands, twenty fingers all playing a passionate game of hide and seek on the long cool field of her body. She began to feel all hot inside like she was ready to explode. She then reached up and began to kiss John with passion. Her hot tongue exploring the inner reaches of his mouth while her hands slid down to grasp his newly erect cock.
"Not now little one," he said in a deep breathy voice, "Let us please you." And he began to kiss his way down the whole length of her just washed body. She smelled of soap and powders. The skin of her inner thighs was still soil and warm from the long soaking and John eagerly kissed and licked them. He ran his tongue up and around the pink outer lips of her cunt. He took his time and sensitively touched every little nook and cranny of her cunt. Only then did he spread her legs apart and begin to mouth the inner space. He found the tiny nub of her clit and rolled it about with his tongue. Jane writhed like an electric current was passing through her body. Her legs tensed and nipples hardened. Sylvia, sensing the time was right, began to kiss her and fondle her tits. She rolled the nipples between her thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a spasm of joy. John began to work harder at the valley of her cunt. Jane's legs were now spread wide as he moved himself up to a position where he could penetrate her.
His stiff cock stood out far and Jane guided more by instinct then by guile reached down and guided the missive head of his prick into the first few millimeters of her cunt. She cried out with pleasure as the first two inches of cock entered her. A short kind of cry half of discovery and pleasure and half of pain. Slowly he fed more and more of his stiff member inside her as Sylvia kissed her. Sylvia raised herself up on the bed and moved so she could straddle Jane's face. The hot swirl of her cunt was ready for more of the attention it loved so much and it was up to Jane to provide it. She did so willingly. It was fantastic.
Pressing the full weight of her passion against
Jane's mouth Sylvia began to move back and forth. She felt Jane's mouth on her pussy. Her hot tongue probing inside the gates of her lust. Once more, more by instinct than by knowledge Jane found the nub of her erect clit and gave it a sharp bite. Sylvia screamed in pain and pleasure and moved even harder against her face. Jane lapped more furiously for this seemed to be what Sylvia wanted. And the more the two women moved the harder John's prick slammed into her cunt. Soon it was too much for Jane's young body to take and with a muffled scream she climaxed. Her body raising high off the bed and tossing both her love partners about like toys.
"My god, my god," she moaned, as Sylvia eased herself off her face. All thoughts of shyness left Jane's mind as she looked down at the still stiff cock. She and Sylvia pushed John back on the bed and began to attack him. Both women began to lick his cock like it was a popsicle, running their tongues up and down the shaft with frantic joy. First Sylvia would take as much of him down her throat as she could and then she would pass it to Jane who followed her lead. On and on it went like that. First one young hot creature licking his balls while the other sucked the hard shaft of his cock. Soon John could stand it no more and he erupted with a titanic shot. His hot white come spilling down their chins as both women hurried to swallow as much of the life giving stuff as they could. John closed his eyes in ecstatic rapture and enjoyed the bliss he had earned.
As he lay there unaware of his surroundings Jane pushed Sylvia back on the bed and began to finish what she started.
"Do you like it when I do this?" She asked, as she bit down hard on the hard nubs of her nipples.
"Oh yes, more. Fuck me more," she moaned. Pulling Jane's head to her breast the young girl kissed the twin mounds and bit and tongued the peaks. "More, more," Sylvia demanded and pushed Jane's head down towards the area of her cunt. Jane went willingly. And when Sylvia turned around into the sixty nine position Jane was amazed that two women could make so much pleasure of each other. The two young girls buried their faces into each others cunts aad licked and sucked furiously. John rolled over and watched them until the stiffness returned to his so recently abused cock. And with erection in hand positioned himself so he could fuck Sylvia while Jane continued to eat her out.
It was wild.
His hot shaft passed by Jane's mouth and she gave it a reassuring lick as it worked its way into the wet red gash of Sylvia's cunt. John forced it all the way in one hard sure stroke and Sylvia responded by biting down on Jane's clit. Both women were transported on the wings of female lust as Johns stiff cock raked over both of them. Harder and harder he slammed his cock into her cunt. His balls slapping against Jane's face as he drove deeper into Sylvia's cunt. From somewhere between Jane's legs Sylvia began to yell as the tension built up inside her. John deciding the time was right pulled out of her cunt and with one savage but well aimed drive, shoved the full length of his cock into her ass. Sylvia screamed louder in response and pain. But soon the waves of pain and pleasure were too much for her and she climaxed in one galvanic jerk.
John felt her muscles contract as he began to come inside her and Jane tried to remove his cock from her ass-hole so she could then drink down the protein delight. But John was too firmly implanted inside that tight brown sphincter to get out so Jane could enjoy his juices. Finally all three of them lay back on the bed in lusty fatigue. The women as tired and as sated as the man.
That's how they were when the door burst open and Aunt Miranda charged into the room.
"What in the fuck is going on here?" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
CHAPTER THREE
Red hot rage exploded inside Miranda as she viewed her heart's desire in bed with two of her servants. She looked around the room for a whip or a knife. Anything to destroy these two slaves who had sullied her niece. Karla hearing the shouts of anger that came from Miranda as she stormed around the room, came running into the room at full tilt. Taking one look at the vision of lust on the bed, began to lick her lips. There would be punishment meted out tonight and punishment was her favorite sport. Karla placed her ever ready whip in Miranda's hand and stood back to watch her Mistress deliver out the stern lash of justice.
While Jane cowered on the far side of the bed with the sheets coyly pulled up to under her nose, Miranda dealt out the first in a series of hard settos with the lash. Her anger welled up inside and the natural poison of her character joined it to bring the whip down with brutal vengeful strength upon the unprotected body of Sylvia.
"I'll take care of this slut." she said to Karla pointing her whip at Sylvia. "But you might take this ugly ape to the basement. I think he might amuse the ladies tonight." Karla smiled for she knew how savage their lady friends could be if given the proper opportunity.
"What a good idea my love," Karla said, and slipping a noose over John's worn and flaccid cock lead him out of the room like an obscene pull toy. When Karla left the room Miranda sat down on the corner of the bed to gather her thoughts before she executed the vile slave who had invaded her territory.
"Stand up slut." she commanded Sylvia and the naked girl, her breasts still red from the lash got out of the bed and stood for inspection. "You little pig," Miranda yelled as she circled her victim like a hawk. "Do you think you are here to fuck my niece?" she punctuated her statement with a hard slap to her ass. The red welts of the six leather strands left a highway of pain across her ass. Sylvia let out a little whimper as she realized that this was only the beginning.
Miranda turned to her niece who was still trying to avoid the ugly little scene by hiding under the covers.
"Now it's time to learn not to betray your auntie who cares so much for you." Miranda's eyes were on fire the heat of her rage and disgust welling up inside like a volcano." Take those scarves and tie her to the post." She directed pointing to a pile of silk cloths on the dresser. Sylvia let out a horror-filled moan as she realized that she would be a lucky girl indeed to survive the next step. On slow moving feet Jane got up out of the bed and crossed to the dresser. Her aunt was right after all. She had behaved shamelessly. But couldn't the older woman understand how hard it is for a young girl to face temptation and still come away clean. Jane felt low and dirty. The wet place between her legs which had been such a center of pleasure so few moments ago was now a just a damp reminder of her sins. With her head hung low Jane took the silk scarves and moved Sylvia to the bedpost.
"Don't please mistress, please," she begged, hoping to be spared the lash. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as Miranda slapped her hard across the face.
"You just keep quiet slut or I'll turn you over to the dogs." Sometimes when life became particularly dull the women would take a servant of whom they had grown tired and loose her naked in the woods of the estate. And as soon as they had had just enough time to think that escape might just be possible they would loose the dogs. A mean thought pack of shepherds and Dobermans who would rip the flesh from the poor girls bones before she had made a painful quarter mile. Sylvia began to whimper and cry as she realized that escape was impossible. Tenderly Jane tied her to the post, her eyes expressing the sorrow her mouth could not. Sylvia just looked at her blankly. Her terrorized brain too taxed to function. All she could think about was the cruel bite of lash.
"Now gag her," Miranda directed and passed her a long leather glove. "Shove it in that ugly mouth of hers. Down deep I don't want to hear a sound." Jane complied with her Aunt's wish and balled up the glove and pressed it between her erstwhile lovers lips. Miranda's face was flush with anticipation, a small thin line of lust filled drool came out of the corner of her mouth as she raised the whip. Sylvia's eyes let out a silent scream as the whip came down with brutal force. The six leather thongs bit deep into the soft flesh of her tits. Huge red welts appeared across the snow white lumps of her breasts as Miranda raised the lash again.
"Please Auntie no more. No more," Jane begged, her voice thin and small from fear. "Shut your disgusting face, you whore," Miranda yelled, "or I'll whip the hide right off you as well." Jane took a few steps back and sank down against the wall, her mind too filled with horror to react. Again Miranda raised the fateful whip and again it came down with a soft wet crack. The whip tore open a sensitive gash in the nipples leaving Sylvia a moaning wreck. Again, Aunt Miranda raised the tool of vengeance and again brought it down hard. This time the leather bit into the soft skin of her belly and left a thin trail of blood flowing towards her pubis. Four more quick hard strokes and Miranda seemed to tire. The white body of the servant girl was crisscrossed with the terror of the whip. Her tits and belly wounds made a red river of blood as it flowed out of the ravaged girl and down her legs to stain the bright woodwork of the floor.
"Shut up, you slut," she yelled to her niece who was still a sobbing pile in the corner. "Get up or I'll whip you up." Miranda cracked the whip in her niece's direction and the girl jumped to her feet. Jane was ready for anything; it was hard for her to believe that this vicious fiend was indeed the sweet lovable woman who had saved her from a cruel and lonely life. Better to be out in the cold, hard world, she thought, than trapped in this horror. It was at that moment that Jane vowed to escape form the crazed captivity of her aunt. She would find someone to help her. Perhaps she could get a message out to Mr. Fillmore and he would come and save her.
No one was going to come and save her though. She was completely at the mercy of her cruel and savage aunt. An aunt who wanted nothing more then blood now and the fulfillment of her own warped sexual desires.
"Untie her," Miranda commanded the cowering Jane. Sylvia slipped to the floor without the supporting help of the bonds. She collapsed at Jane's feet in a pitiful lump, the blood from her wounds spreading like oil in a swimming pool. "Wake the little whore up," Miranda cried and brought the whip down hard on Jane's unprotected shoulders. "I want the little bitch conscious." Jane shook the still figure on the floor trying to bring some life back in her to spare herself the terror of the whip. But it was to no avail. Jane was just about to give up trying when she saw a look in her Aunt's eyes that made her young blood run cold and the world seem grim and distant.
"Come on, Sylvia. Wake up. It's all right," she whispered. "It's all over now, Auntie is gone." But there was no response from the unconscious girl. Jane was almost overcome with panic. If Sylvia didn't wake up the rest of the beating might just be given to her. She shuddered inside at the thought of that cruel lash biting deep into her tender flesh ripping her open down to the bone. In her panic she slapped Sylvia twice across the face and this at last brought her around.
"Wonderful," Aunt Miranda said. "Now just put her onto the bed," She demanded and Jane painful hauled the semi-conscious girl onto the bed. Jane was afraid that her exposed backside would be too much of a temptation to her aunt. She could feel the whip whistling down to bruise and cut her but it did not come
"Now you'll see how a good girl behaves," Miranda said as she climbed onto the bed and mounted the face of the bleeding girl. "Eat me slut," She said in her harsh lust filled voice. "Eat me and I might spare you the rest of your punishment.Make me come you pig or
I'll make you the dogs dinner." Miranda ground the locus of her lust hard against the beaten girl's face. And from her expression Jane could see that Sylvia was trying to do just what she was told. Miranda began to move faster against the face of the captive. Her big firm tits bouncing as the rapidly moving tongue of her servant found her passion. Miranda began to massage her own tits. Holding them out like some kind of offering to world. She cupped her breats in her hot sweaty hands and manipulated the nipples. Rolling them around and around below the wildly passionate woman, her slaves sucked to save her life. Soon Miranda's hands dipped down to the exposed and still bleeding wounds of her victim and she dipped her hands in the hot, red blood of the girl. With a savage and twisted look on her lust-crazed face, she smeared the vital fluid over her tits, working it into her skin like it was some sort of beneficial cream. It was all Jane could do to keep from screaming as she watched the grisly spectacle. Her beautiful and wealthy aunt turned into some blood-crazed lust-filled beast. All the poor orphan girl could do was try to make herself so small and helpless that the vicious lesbian could not hurt her.
With a scream from the darkest reaches of her soul Miranda climaxed. Her blood smeared tits jutting out in the fulfillment of passion and the domination of her will. As the waves of distraction passed over her Miranda fell to the bed in a heap. Her terrible lust momentarily abated and Sylvia was free to roll off the bed and onto the floor and the coolness found there. How long they stayed like that Jane did not know. But soon the sun ducked behind the mountains in the distance and darkness began to invade the region. Jane half carried, half dragged the poor beaten form of Sylvia into the bathroom and ran a tub of hot water. With sisterly gentleness she then began to clean her wounds, the cleansing iodine making the poor girl's wracked frame even more sore and tender. With gentle patience Jane soothed the lash marked breasts and belly of the tortured girl as the warm soapy water soothed her ravaged spirit. Jane's resolve to escape from this house of horrors only became stronger as she saw the depth and cruelty of the servant girl's wounds. The lash had cut deep and almost severed one of her nipples completely from her body. Jane did the best she could with what little knowledge she had of first aid. After she bathed and dressed the wounds she helped the poor servant down the hall to her little closet of a room.
Jane put the poor beaten girl into her bed and turned off the light. And as she stood there in the darkness a quiet promise came from her lips.
"I'm going to get us out of here.. "
"Some how, some way, we're going to leave this terrible place." Sylvia tried to raise her head to speak but the brutal afternoon had taken its toll and she could not find the voice to warn Jane of the danger of such an undertaking. Sylvia gave herself gratefully to the blackness of sleep as the severity of her wounds overcame her vain attempts to warn her fellow prisoner.
Downstairs in the basement of the massive house, Karla was just beginning to have her fun with the trussed up figure of John. This she loved above all. The chance to torture some cock happy male. The chance to grind her boot into the face of all those men she hated. John looked at her with the eyes of a small furry creature caught in a trap. He knew there was no escape and he knew that whatever Miranda had done to the two girls what was in store for him was so much worse. He had seen Karla at her heights of cruelty. She dearly loved to pierce the nipples of her captives and put rings through them. She also had been known to brand and whip, beat and mutilate the faces and bodies of her captives. He could taste his own fear. A sour terrible flavor in the back of his throat as Karla, dressed in her leather pants and chain bra, leaned over him.
"Ugly little monkey afraid of Karla?" she said in a brutal copy of concerned tone. "Don't worry, little animal, Karla won't hurt you."
She grabbed hold of his thick blonde hair and gave it a savage twist. "Unless the monkey doesn't do what Karla wants." Through clenched teeth John spoke.
"Oh yes mistress, I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me ... " He looked up at his captor, his eyes filled with tears as he saw in her eyes that there was nothing he could do for her. Karla picked up a long sharp needle from the tray of horrible devices which was at the ready. With a grin of ultimate cruelty she placed its tip in the flame of a candle. All his worst fears came charging to the surface as John watched the demon dyke carefully heat the needle to red hot. Her face seemed to grow larger and more grotesque as she came closer to him. He could smell the lust for blood on her breath. like some kind of deranged human animal. She took his cock in her hand and with one quick thrust drove the spike all the way through.
John screamed in a high pitched wail that was like a thousand fingernails dragging across a thousand blackboards.
His pain and terror forced his courage out of his body and before the dreadful deed was completed, passed out. Karla laughed out loud as she looked at the big brave male out cold on the hard concrete floor of the soundproof room. She began to whistle a happy little tune as she selected a ring for his cock.
It was past eight when the guests began arriving for their nightly debauch. Madam Lee was the first to arrive and she was dressed as usual in her bright colored robes. She had in tow two young girls she planned to offer to Miranda in exchange for the delectable form of Jane. The oriental women could not stop thinking about the delicious little white girl she had seen the night before and she had decided she must have her at whatever the cost. Little did she know that Miranda would not part with her dear little niece now. Not after she had wasted so much time and thought to her deflowering, only to have it spoiled by the little bitch's hot lust. Soon the rest of the lesbian group arrived. A French woman named Jeanette came into the mansion with a fine young girl in tow. Her head had been shaved as well as her pussy and any other hair the razor could find. Her big breasts flopped as she was lead by a jeweled collar. A tough looking woman in a tweed suit named Joyce brought a briefcase full of the most exotic devices she could find. A federal judge, she loved to hand down rough sentences of pain and humiliation. Next came a heavy-set, older woman dressed in the black habit of a nun. This dangerous dyke had suffered the rigors of a catholic education as a young girl and still lived to recreate the unspeakable acts committed on her young body by the cruel sisters. More and more arrived and filled the downstairs banquet hall almost to overflowing.
Miranda watched the guests arrive from the top of the stairs. She still did not know quite what to do about her niece. Jane was still all she could want in a young girl. Her will however had to be trained. She must learn that Miranda was her sexual outlet and not the vile servants. She decided to let the orgy begin without her and instead quietly walked down the hall to the door. Jane's room was dark and warm when the aunt walked in. Jane herself was huddled under a pile of blankets her form a muddled heap in the center of the bed. Quietly she slipped off her clothing and pulled back the covers. It was warm and inviting in the bed. Jane's hot young body had heated it to just the right blood stirring temperature. She insinuated her way into the pile of blankets that she knew was her niece and with a gentle kiss awakened her.
"You saw what happens to bad girls this afternoon. I don't hold you responsible but Sylvia and John should have known better.
You are my special prize and I won't share you with anyone." Miranda ran a cool hand over the naked breasts of her niece. Jane recoiled from her touch. "There's no need to be afraid my dear, Auntie won't hurt you." Her voice came deep from the back of her throat and even though she had had almost non-stop sex all day she still felt the first beginning tingles of lust down in her cunt. Her niece was so warm and soft. Her tits so pink and delicious. Miranda could stand it no longer and pressing the full length of her body down on top of the young girl, kissed her hard on the mouth.
Instinctively, Jane fought back. Trying to get this cold cruel women off of her body. But it seemed like Miranda's hands lips and tongue were everywhere. The red hot sensations ran through her body as her aunt touched her. Even the attentions of a vicious torturess could not stop her hot young blood from boiling. Against her will Jane began to move in unison with the older woman. The feeling of the two sets of tits rubbing together too much for her. Miranda kissed her hard again driving that supple tongue further down her throat than even John's cock had gone. Her cunt seemed on fire where her aunt touched her. Her anus expanded willfully to accept the probing fingers. Miranda moved her head down the full length of Jane's lithe body and began to bite her gently in the so soft juncture of her thighs. Soft small noises came uncontrollably from Jane's lips and she began to move the mound of her pussy against the probing tongue of her aunt.
"See how nice it can be for a good girl?" Miranda said from between her legs. "Feel the fire when I touch you. No one else will ever touch you. You're mine, all mine," she then whispered and buried her face in the soft brown muff. Faster and faster she nibbled and licked, sending her tongue like a messenger of sex across the softest, most sensitive parts of her cunt. Jane began to breathe faster as her aunt brought her closer and closer to the brink.
"My god!" Jane yelled as the liquid fire built up inside her and came bursting out through her cunt. "Oh fuck me harder!" She screamed as .her aunt pressed her tongue hard against her soft clit and brought her to a shattering climax. Miranda greedily drank down the juices which flowed form Jane's young cunt. Her face and cheeks smeared with the stuff as it poured out of her over-stimulated pussy.
"Now it's your turn," her aunt directed. Spreading her legs wide she offered up the fresh shaven mound of her cunt. Jane could do only her begging and like a good little slave started to eat her aunt. Miranda was beside herself with delight. The sensations of her beautiful young niece licking and manipulating her cunt made her berserk with lust. She writhed and twisted on the bed waving her arms and legs madly as she tried to suck the young girl right up inside the valley of her passion. She came quickly and even in the throes of her coming still forced her niece's head further up her cunt. Jane just closed her eyes and dug in. Her tongue and face becoming just an extension of her aunt's desires. Her body was no longer her own and she was fullin in the power of the older woman.
As Jane and Miranda thrashed wildly about on the second floor, downstairs the orgy was just getting under way. In the ballroom Madame Tee sat in a large chair as the two love sleeves she brought with her first inserted then ate grapes from her cunt. Gradually the grapes gave way to plums and finally a peeled banana was carefully guided into her oriental gash and was eaten back out by her willing minions. The rest of the lesbians gathered around to cheer their sister on to greater and greater heights of passion and lust. Suddenly as half of the banana still protruded from her cunt all the heads in the room turned to watch Karla.
The vicious leather dyke was dressed to the nines in the finest black leather cape. She wore a jeweled G-string and had in tow the humiliated figure of the servant John. She lead him into the room dressed in a black leather halter and from his nipples and his cock were rings threaded with gold chains. like a dog on a lead she paraded him around the room while the ladies whistled and clapped for her latest triumph. Karla spoke to the crowd.
"How do you like my pet?" She asked Madame Lee whose slaves had finished their meal.
"He's lovely," she smiled. "What is it? a dog?" Karla smiled back at her.
"This is my monkey. Would you like him to do any tricks?" The small brown woman spread her legs wide and said.
"My ass-hole could use a little attention." Karla shoved a high heeled boot into the slave's back and forced him to his knees before the oriental.
"You heard the mistress," she commanded bringing her riding crop down hard on his ass. John pressed his face into the woman's crotch and began to lap like the dog they wanted him to be.
"That feels good my little monkey." Madame Lee said as a flush of arousal climbed up her neck. "Come to me slaves." She called and her two young girls pressed up against either side of her so that she could pull and twist their nipples as her ass-hole had its bath. Much against his will John's mighty rock began to stand up. The women gathered around began to snicker and laugh.
"Look, look," some one called, "the monkey has a hard-on." It was taken up like a religious chant by the rest of the gathering.
"The monkey has a hard on." They all chorused. "Make him beat off," a helpful voice from the back of the room called. Karla whipped him once on the ass and spoke to him.
"You heard the ladies. Beat off for them monkey." So with John in the center of the room the evil lesbians all gathered to watch the humiliated slave pump his massive organ. Then Madam Lee pushed one of her love slaves forward and she too sat down in the circle of naked dykes and began to fondle her pussy. A dildo landed in the ring next to the girl and without any encouragement, she picked up the device and began to run it in and out of her pussy. John watched her and began to stroke his rod faster and faster as the lesbians cheered.
"Look my monkey-likes your monkey." Karla called and the rest of the room joined into the merriment. Soon the French woman sent her bald slave to the center of the ring and she too began to stroke her long hairless body to the cheering of the crowd.
Soon all the slaves in the room were in the center of the ring. The cruel lesbians watched and laughed as each of them was forced to do degrading things to each other. As soon as the hot come poured from John's prick one of the lesbians caught it in her hands and forced it back over his face. She forced him onto his hands and knees. She mounted him like a horse and using the three chains of his torture as reins she rode him around the room. Her riding boots were fitted with long sharp spurs and she used them mercilessly on his flanks. The more the blood flowed out of his sides and the more disgusting his humilation the more the vile women loved it. Karla stood behind him and whipped his ass with the long leather whip while the bitch on his back kept spurring him deeper and deeper. Finally, John collapsed in a heap, sending the lesbian sprawling. Karla began to whip his poor tired body cruelly trying to force his to his feet for further humiliation. But this slave was well past the limits of endurance and they let him lie there unconscious while the party went on.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane lay in bed. Curled up as far away from the sleeping body of her aunt as she could get. The big bed and the room which held it seemed like a prison to her now. The first girlish dreams of a fairy godmother coming down to wave her magic wand and set her free seemed so far and distant now. It seemed to Jane that the naked sleeping female next to her was no longer the loving aunt but now some kind of violent demon of obscene desires and lusts. Jane closed her eyes and prayed frantically for someone to come and deliver her from her awful bondage. She knew that now her aunt would treat her with the same rough sexuality that she had seen Sylvia receive. She was even more afraid of the leather clad figure of Karla. The bullish dyke with her ever handy whips and chains made her blood run cold and uncontrollable whimpers of fear almost escaped her lips as she thought of that ugly face and the thick frog-like body, Jane shut her eyes and tried to imagine that she was in another place another time. Far away from the rancid bed of lesbian lust. Miranda tossed a sleeping arm out to her side and it came to rest on Jane's left breast. The touch filled her with revulsion. Not only for her aunt's action but for the strange emotions that that touch brought to the surface. She felt shamed and guilty, betrayed by her body which enjoyed the hot attentions of the older woman. She was confused as to how her brain could be so completely divorced from her body so as to allow her to shake uncontrollably at the merest touch of Miranda's hand. The paw which cupped her breast tightened as the sleeping form of her mistress reveled in some lust soaked dream. Jane closed her eyes tight against the visions which invaded her peace and grudgingly sleep arrived.
Eventually Miranda roused herself from the deep sleep of her spent passion and padded softly out of the room. From down stairs she heard the last yelps and moans of the evenings entertainment. She walked down the huge sweeping staircase and entered the ballroom. The dyke in the nun's costume was lying spread out on the floor while the powerful figure of Karla fucked her hard with one of her favorite strap on members. The nun grunted like a pig as the thick plastic shaft was drawn slowly in and out of her distended cunt.
"Fuck me more," she yelled. "Fuck me sister, fuck me." Her shrill voice echoed around the room. Karla's manish features lit up like a new brutal passion as she pumped harder and harder. The massive swelling of her breast hung down into the nun's upturned face and she licked them and sucked them like they were the last food on earth. Faster and faster the ugly dyke in the leather cape pumped against the spread-eagled form of the nun. Louder and louder grew the grunts and moans from the woman on her back as the massive dildo speared her insides. Karla rolled her onto her stomach and in front of the delighted eyes of Miranda placed the head of the dildo between he shining wet cheeks of her ass and drove it home. The nun screamed and gave a violent spasm that almost tossed her lover to the floor. But Karla held on and pumped faster and harder into the plump backside of the woman in black. Finally the nun gave one titanic jerk and fell forward her lips twitching and a thin stream of drool fell from her lips. Smiling like a conquering hero Karla dismounted from the fresh fucked prize and unstrapped her. "Well, you sure as hell did miss out on one of the best parties of the year." Karla said to Miranda as she crossed the room.
"There will be more. There are always more." Miranda smiled and took Karla by the hand. "But now I'm all fucked out and need about sixteen hours of sleep to decide what to do about my little niece."
"Did you whip her?" Karla asked her lips parting to reveal that canine tongue.
"No ... I made her watch while I punished that little whore of a servant. I think she got the message and I would rather not have to scar that perfect young skin."
"If you don't mind my saying so I think it's time that girl had a little of my special training. And I don't think that tomorrow will be too soon." Karla was the possessor of more then a few of the subtle skills which can break the spirit of a slave without ever damaging the delicate flesh, It was one of her favorite jobs. And one she did not get to do often enough.
Karla ran over in her mind the thousand subtle little tricks she had at her disposal to train the unwilling girl. The best plan of action she thought might be to make the girl the sex slave of the entire club. Force her to attend to the every insatiable need of the entire extended lesbian family. Karla licked her lips at the thought of being able to control the lovely young girl so completely that eventually every vile request and vicious order would be carried out with unflagging devotion and discipline.
"Karla my dearest I think it is time for your own special talents to be employed. I give Jane over to you the duration of her training. I don't want her marked but it would be nice to have a willing and pliable young lady around the house to ease the tensions of daily life."
"I understand completely, Miranda. I shall take the little vixen and train her to the task without the whip." So hand and hand the lovely mistress of the house and demon dyke Karla left the scene of flesh and retired to the upstairs chambers, like husband and wife they climbed the stairs together and went through the little night time operations that would leave them fresh and ready for a new day. Miranda hummed to herself as she splashed warm water over her much used cunt. The stubble of a hairy growth surrounded the delicate pink lips of her cunt. like an empress reclining on her barge she lay back in the wide sunken tub as Karla stroked away the offending hair with a straight razor. The delicious pleasures of the knife was only one of her many talents. With the razor-sharp implement, she could make it seem as if each and every nerve ending in Miranda's body was on fire. Karla could keep her hovering on the very brink of climax for what seemed like hours. Gently the naked dyke lathered the legs and crotch of her Mistress. With long sweeping strokes she drew the razor over her legs and gently removed all hair as well. Then when the functional part of the process was over she began to be creative. Miranda spread her legs wide and hooked her feet over the edges of the tub so her lover could get more directly at her cunt.
Slowly she drew the straight edge of the blade across the sensitive surfaces of her pussy. The razor as light as the touch of a feather and the hand that guided sure and steady. Miranda moaned loudly as the skillful hands of Karla traced a razor's path across the tops of her thighs and up onto her belly. To Miranda it seemed as if her whole body was on fire. It amazed her that she could reach so many sexual peaks on the few short hours of the day. Karla kept at it with the razor. Running its shining steel edge over the tops of her breasts to gently caress the nipples with waves of contrary sensation. Miranda felt suspended in time. As if the only thing which really existed was the cool hot feeling of the knife on her naked skin. The delicious feeling of a thousand nerve endings stimulated into screaming wakefulness. As Karla swept the blade over her nipples she began to gently massage her feet. Wild! Miranda moaned as the tensions and pressures built up inside her. Slowly the razor traced a path back down to her cunt. She could feel the tender lips being parted and the nub of her clit exposed to the touch. Oh so carefully Karla scrapped the thin edge of the razor over that heat filled nub of flesh. An involuntary shudder ran through Miranda's body as Karla slipped her fingers inside her cunt. In and out she moved. Slowly at first and then faster. Miranda let out a deep long sigh that seemed to come from the very bottom of her soul. And just as suddenly as it began the cry was cut off as Karla dealt the final card and brought her moaning mistress to climax.
Miranda lay back as the waves of passion flowed over her. Karla put the razor away in its case and slid back down into the tub. She spread her legs underneath the water and soon Miranda's well-pedicured foot was working its way up her open thighs to the hidden opening of her cunt. Karla's bestial face lit up in abject joy as the clever little toes of her Mistress's right foot began to move around the sensitive lips of her vagina. Karla reached under the water to grab hold of the foot and moved her pelvis down and out to provide more direct access. In the warm sudsy water of the deep sunken tub the two lesbians moved in unison. Karla's left leg crept up that of her lover and soon both were moving faster as their toes wiggled inside their cunts. Deeper and deeper the ten little messengers of lust probed into the wide wet canyons of cunt. The two lesbians were now panting and their faces were flushed with girlish greed and desire.
"Move to the right a little." Miranda directed and Karla complied. Miranda's clever little toes soon found the very crux of Karla's passion and she began to make long gentle circles over it underneath the water. Karla threw her head back as the toes drove her closer and closer to the elusive brink of orgasm.
"Yes, Mistress. Yes, yes!" she yelled, the water of the tub now foaming and splashing onto the floor in a fury of their mating. "More, more." she demanded and Miranda drove that sensitive foot more and more firmly into the woman's cunt. Karla held on to the foot like it was the very center of her universe forcing the toes over the lips of her pussy and the erect bulge of her clit. Faster and faster she moved her own foot and it too sent waves of pleasure through her lover. Soon both the women were thrashing and panting. The warm soapy waters lapped up over the edge of the tub and splashed onto the floor. With a pair of delighted yelps both women climaxed. Karla lifted the foot which had brought her so much pleasure out of the water and began to kiss and lick it. She ran her tongue over the hard ridge of the ball of Miranda's foot. She licked and sucked each of the toes like it was a little penis. Ten tiny cocks to suck to kiss to force deeper into her lust zone. She placed the foot between her massive breasts and enfolded them in the acres of flesh. Miranda lifted her other foot out as well and pressed the sole into her lover's face.
"Kiss my feet," she commanded and Karla did so with hearty abandon. She rubbed and massaged the feet. Running them over her tits, down her belly and back to the insatiable region of her cunt. For her own part Miranda enjoyed the minute attentions the dyke was giving to her feet. Each little toe screamed in pleasure as it was taken into the harsh gash of her mouth and was gently bathed with the tender kisses of the lover.
"That's enough, my love," Miranda said as the lesbian Karla lay back holding the foot to her breast. "We need our sleep my dear. Tomorrow is a big day."
"Of course, Miranda," Karla replied and lifted her bulky body out of the tub. She unfolded a large towel and held it open for Miranda.
"Thank you, love," she said as the warm soft terry cloth was wrapped around her body. Jane was still sleeping by the time the two lesbians were finally ending their rough days lust. Her so recently violated body was resting but her mind was active even in sleep. In her dreams she could see it all again. The feelings of the two people who had held her and filled her with such pleasure came back to her. Her hands moved down her body as her sleeping brain tried to recapture the passion of wakefulness. Her lips moved as if a hard stiff cock was there. Her tongue licked the edges of her mouth as if chasing some stray love juices back into her mouth where they belonged. She could have stayed thus forever. Halfway between sleep and wakefulness she lingered as the first cool rays of dawn shone through the large windows.
A soft tapping at her window brought her slowly out of her dream. Jane opened one eye and tried to focus in the diffused light of the early morning.
"Who's there," she whispered tentatively to the unmoving shadows in the room. "Who is it?" She was afraid that it was her demon aunt. Or worse the ugly hulk of Karla. Her lash all ready to tear into her flesh for some imagined insult. The tapping came again and she crossed to the window and cleared a little space in the fog which had formed there. Through the little window she could just make out a small and blanket wrapped form. Swallowing her fear she slid back the latch. Sylvia stood there in the cold of the dawn a wool blanket wrapped around her shoulders
"Sylvia!" Jane exclaimed. "Come in here. What's the matter?"
"I couldn't sleep anymore. I was waiting for them to come for me again." Sylvia looked as if she was about to cry. Her face was red with the cold and her little tits were black and blue from the beating she had taken the day before.
"I couldn't take another beating. That whip. My god. What are we going to do?" Sylvia began to sob and the tears ran down her pretty face. Jane was so upset by this vision of helplessness before her that she forgot her own fear of the lash and enfolded the poor beaten girl in her arms.
"There, there it's all right," she whispered as she clasped the servant girl's head to her breast. "I'll think of some way to get us out of here." With a gentle hand Jane led the sobbing girl to the bed and carefully placed her inside.
"We have to get you warmed up," she said in a motherly way and proceeded to pile blanket and sheets on top of her. Jane sat there stroking the troubled head of the young girl and singing to her in a soft sweet voice. Perhaps together she thought they could find some way to escape the evil clutches of the demon lesbians. She thought again of how she was forced by her own fear of the lash to tie Sylvia to the bedpost while Miranda took her vengeance on the soft girlish places of her body. "Have you heard from John?" she asked the quieting form of the young girl.
"If Karla had him then its not going to be good. She loves to draw blood. The lash is only one of her perversions. She loves to brand and cut." She began to cry all over again as she thought of all the truly horrible things that the vicious dyke could do to the poor boy. Jane wondered if there was any way to contact the police. Somehow, some way she had to get her and her new found friend out of this awful house and away from the demons which occupied it.
"Has anyone ever escaped from here?" she asked the small sunken figure of a girl. "The dogs, you said something earlier about the dogs?"
"They patrol the grounds." Sylvia replied through the fog of her tears. "I don't know how many there are but they are all killers." Jane tried not to show the disappointment which was in her heart. Killer dogs, dangerous lesbians it was all like a bad movie that she was forced to star in. She decided to wait and see what opportunities would arise. Perhaps if she tried her best to please her aunt then they would trust her. Then maybe she could find someway to get out. Jane wished hard for some friendly person to come into the house of horrors and deliver her from the evil there.
Soon the troubled form of Sylvia was breathing deep and steady in the throes of sleep. Jane crossed to the other side of the massive bed which at first had seemed so perfect and was now only a grim reminder of the disgusting acts she would be forced to commit. She huddled close to the sleeping girl and wrapped her arms around her like she was the only piece of warmth and sanity left in the entire world. She then traced a gentle hand over her wounds. The lash had left a criss cross pattern of wrath and destruction over the young girl's tits. The gentle curve of her belly was now just a mass of dried blood and scabs. The carnage awful and the healing only just begun. Jane closed her eys and pulled her legs up tight to her chest. like a little baby she wrapped up in her own warmth to escape the horrors of the reality beside her. She could not bear to have her own tender flesh cut and torn by that brutal device. She wondered what the evil Karla had done to the poor benighted body of John. She thought of all the awful possibilities. The things she could think of only just grazed the edges of all the degrading things that the group of dykes had made him do. After they had ridden him like a dumb animal they left him alone in his misery curled up on the floor. But his torment was far from over. They had led him by his chains to the center of the room and there in front of the assembled gathering of lesbians had shaved all the hair from his body. The bald slave of the French lesbo had first cut off all of his long blonde hair with a pair of scissors and then had lathered up the bristly nubs on his scalp and with a sharp straight razor, had removed all that was left. Then, as if this were not enough, they had lathered the thick mat of hair on his chest and laughing all the while, had shaved that bare as well. This process was continued till there was not a hair on his body. His pubis, his eyebrows, everything fell to the razor and will of the lesbians. He was so exhausted from his ordeal that there was nothing he could do.
Once they had him completely shaven they hooked the chains which pierced his cock and his nipples to a set of eyes in the ceiling just for such a purpose and began to enjoy themselves. First the oriental Madam Lee turned her well trained slaves on his captive body. They pressed against him from either side and rubbed his body. They pressed soft warm tits into his face and stroked the fresh shaven tenderness of his body. Against his will his cock began to harden. Knowing what was in store he closed his eyes and began to whimper. The lesbians loved it. The sight of a man with his nipples pierced and his thick cock with its chain leading from the head to the ceiling drove them wild in a fit of anti male glee. Two more female love slaves stepped forward from the crowd and began to tongue his ass. They moved their hot little mouths up and down the hard curve of his butt and flicked their well trained tongues around the sensitive area of his ass-hole. John emitted a low animal kind of sound as a large thick dildo was produced and was waved under his nose.
"Suck it big boy." A dyke dressed in nothing but a black slip commanded. "Suck the big cock you fucking animal." When John hesitated to comply a lash came down hard on his back and the love slaves giggled. The sight of a male in torment exciting them.
"Yes mistress." John moaned and began to tongue the huge device he knew would soon be shoved hard up his ass. His cock grew harder and harder under the wicked caress of the love slaves. The bald French girl began to kiss the full length of his shaft and with evil skill warmed and licked his balls. The newly shaven areas were alive with an electric kind of energy. Every touch of girls and every wet slick contact made his prick stand taller and taller as it drew closer to climax. Faster and faster the bald head of the love slave moved up and down his cock. Taking his chained hardness almost fully into her mouth and then moving her hot little hands up and down its length to bring him to orgasm. As soon as the first of his juices began to form at the head of his prick and John's chained captive body began to move faster and faster against the three hot bodies his head took more and more of the huge hard dildo into his mouth. One of the love slaves took the device from his mouth and began to lick it herself. Staring John right in the eyes she moved the thing down between her legs and rammed it home. Her back arched as the huge false organ moved in and out of her gaping hole. John moaned louder as the warm wet sensations at his cock grew and grew. The love slave on the floor shuddered once and lay back. Another came from the crowd and to delighted whistles from the gathering placed it at his ill used back door. The first rough pressure made him scream and this only served to fuel the blood lust of the vicious lesbians. They wanted to see him crawl and whimper. To beg for mercy and then have it denied. John gritted his teeth as he felt the first few inches of the device pass through the hard ridge of his ass-hole and begin to move in and out.
John began to move his hips faster and faster to the beat of the hardness in his ass. The love slaves continued to suck his cock and lick his balls and he could feel the red hot pressure of orgasm building inside him.
"Oh lord!" he yelled as the vicious dyke from France began to slash at his exposed ass and back with the whip. "No, no, no," he screamed as the whip came down harder and the dildo went further up inside his body. Someone John could not see began to tighten the tension in the chains which held his flesh. The pressure began to strain his nipples and he had to stand up on tiptoes to keep from being torn. The bald slave between his legs jerked hard on his cock. The rough palm of her hand hard against the bulging vein. Harder she pulled and placing her head over the end of his manhood stuck her tongue down the hole in the end. John screamed once more as the vicious lash bit into his back. The dildo was shoved harder up inside him. John could see out of the corner of his eyes the effect his torment was having on the other lesbians. Madam Lee had recovered her two love slaves and had one perched on each of her naked knees facing her. As John's movements became more and more frantic she moved her knees up hard against the willing cunts. The young girls squirmed as the little brown woman drove her knees hard into the soft wet cunts. Lee took the breasts of the girls in her hands and gave them a firm squeeze. Her probing fingers gripped the nipples and twisted them hard. The girls yelped in pleasure as the bouncing knees rubbed against their clits and made them come.
John closed his eyes as he sensed that orgasm was near. He tried to control himself knowing that the first signs of white goo would drive the lesbian with the whip even harder. He knew that once his load blew that they would not stop but continue lashing and tormenting his ill used body. The bald girl buried the stiffness of his cock in her tits and moved her slick sweaty body hard against him. John could stand it no longer and with a titanic heave shot the red hot package up into her face. The bald girl spread the magic liquid over her bare and shining head. She licked the last traces into her mouth and fell back tired by her activities.
One of the lesbians fell on her prone and sweating body. She worked her tongue up the full distance of her frame and buried her head between the white shining thighs. It set her pussy on fire.
"Yes, Mistress," she yelled as the fast, hard moving tongue found her most sensitive parts. The dyke spread her legs farther apart and buried her nose and mouth into the naked hairless region of her cunt. The bald girl began to grunt and thrash wildly on the floor as the hot pressure on her cunt drove her. Her hips moved up to take more of the lips, tongue and hands inside. The lesbian humped wildly and took the red shining orb of her clit in her teeth and roughly chewed. The pressure was too much for the slave and she bucked hard and screamed. The hot wet face of the lesbian began to kiss its way slowly up her stomach. Her tits became a hot battleground as another woman joined in. Together with the other they sucked the massive white mounds.
Both of the lust crazed women nipped at her nipples with teeth and tongue. The first woman climbed up away from the milky breasts still with their faint traces of John's cum and then pressed her sopping pussy into her face. The bald head moved quickly back and forth between the spread thighs of the older woman. She kissed the dark round circle of her ass-hole and drove her chin as deep as she could into the woman's snatch.
CHAPTER FIVE
Karla awoke earlier than normal so she could prepare for the training of Jane. She left the sleeping Miranda and padded softly down the hall to the girl's room. Opening the door, she could just make out the large lump of blankets in the center of the huge bed. Karla strode into the room and pulled back the covers. A wordless sound of rage came form her lips as she saw the two helpless girls huddled together in the bed.
"So!" she yelled, striking the hard shaft of her whip resoundingly against the head board. "You still don't seem to get the message do you." Jane looked up in terror at the vicious leather clad woman. Jane could not find her voice and instead began to cry.
"Stop those disgusting tears, you little pig," she commanded. And with the hard butt of her whip poked the sleeping Sylvia hard in the ribs.
"Don't," Jane yelled before she knew what she was doing. "She's had enough. We weren't doing anything."
"We weren't doing anything." Karla mimicked. "I don't care what you were doing, it's quite clear to me that you are one little girl badly in need of training. And since this little whore-likes you so well perhaps we can train her as well." Karla licked her lips at the thought of having two such lovely young girls to do her bidding. "The first lesson is to start right now!" Karla reached down and twisted her right nipple hard. "When I tell you to do something you do it. And when I tell you nothing that is exactly what you'll do." Karla punctuated the sentence with a sharp crack of her whip. Jane was beside herself with fear. The worst had happened and now she was body and soul the property of this horrible dyke. Choking back her tears, she spoke.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes what."
"Yes mistress."
"That's better." Karla relaxed her grip on her tender flesh. "You are to call each one of us mistress. The first time you fail I will personally flog you to within an inch of your life. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jane replied, lowering her eyes so as not to look at the beast-like dyke.
"First we must settle a little matter of dress." Karla said and crossed the room to the closets full of beautiful clothes. "Get out of that bed and get over here," she barked. Jane leaped up out of bed afraid to hesitate even one instant in compliance.
"Yes, Mistress," she said in a quiet broken little voice.
"Whose clothes are these?" the leather clad dyke demanded.
"Mine, Mistress," Jane replied.
"Wrong slut. You don't deserve such pretty things. You don't deserve anything. In fact I think we should burn these rags so as not to offend them with your slimy body." Jane sucked back the tears that were welling to the surface. Taking a knife from her pocket Karla began to mutilate the clothing. Jane whimpered piteously as the evil dyke hacked at her prize dress. Each frock in turn was ripped and cut.
Each of the delicate little dresses was mutilated beyond any wearing. Jane began to cry.
"Stop that you little bitch or I'll show you what we do to criers." Jane sucked back her tears and tried to stand up straight The evil Karla moved through her wardrobe like an avenging angel. Each of her items down to the smallest fashion accessory was torn and horribly disfigured.
"But mistress what will I wear?" Jane asked in a thin scared voice.
"You can wear your stinking skin until you prove you are worthy of such fine things. You and your little slut will go naked from now on. Until I am satisfied with your progress." Karla smiled at the pile of destruction on the floor. "Pick this mess up and toss it out the window," she commanded.
"Yes, Mistress," Jane replied and picked up the huge bundle and tossed it to the ground.
"Very good slut." Karla said. "Now rouse that other piece of dog meat and we shall begin your training. I want you downstairs in three minutes." Karla cracked her whip in the air for emphasis and left the two girls to their common fear.
"Sylvia." Jane called softly touching the warm, sleeping body of the servant girl. "Sylvia wake up." Sylvia opened her eyes and tried to focus on the new day.
"How did I get here?" she asked Jane.
"You came early this morning. Don't you remember?"
"No, I can't seem to remember anything after the beating." The memory of her torture was still so fresh in the young girl's mind that the very thought of it caused her almost to faint. Jane slapped her hard across the face.
"Sylvia you can't pass out now, they want us down stairs in two minutes." The servant girl's eyes filled with fear as Jane gave her the terrible news.
"No clothing." she said. "I've seen this before. They're going to train us ... " Her big blue eyes began to fill with tears. "I've seen it before. Oh god we are going to be the love slaves of the whole group. The slightest reluctance to do anything and they'll whip the skin right off us. I can't face another session with the whip." Sylvia turned her head and buried her face in the pillow.
"We have to be strong now." Jane said to the panicking girl. " We have to do what they tell us for now. But don't worry. I'm going to find some way out for us." Jane then took Sylvia's tear streaked face in her hands and began to gently kiss away the moisture. "We can face this thing together."
"I'll try to be strong." Sylvia promised and together the two young slaves went down stairs.
Karla was waiting for them at the foot of the stairs. She was looking at a big pocket watch as they came down the huge marble staircase..
"What did I tell you to do?" she demanded cracking her whip in the air. Jane found her voice as thin and small as it was.
"You told us to be down here in three minutes mistress." Jane lowered her eyes in what she hoped was a proper display of deference'.
"You two pigs are one minute late. I have a little device to teach punctuality."
Karla grabbed hold of Jane's thick dark hair and yanked hard.
"You'll learn to be on time you little hole." She barked and with mighty hands forced Jane to her knees. She pressed the young girl's captive face into her crotch. Grinding her thick hips and dense black pubis into her face.
"Eat me, you pig. Make me come and perhaps I won't beat you for being late." Jane feared the lash more then anything at this point. All-she had to do to be reminded of the horror was to look at the scarred and torn belly and breasts of Sylvia. So she pressed her face into the dyke's hot cunt and began to lick.
"That's right you dog. Lap it up.. Lick my clit, you fucking whore," she yelled, pulling harder on her hair and grinding her cunt into her face. "Suck me, lick me, fuck me, you dog." Karla brought the whip down just hard enough to show Jane that she meant business but not hard enough to break her vow to Miranda. It would be a shame she thought to scar such a sweet young thing. Especially one whose tongue was capable of such marvelous tricks.
Without any direction Sylvia began to press her hand into Jane's exposed cunt. She moved it up and down in the warm wet place and helped to drive her onto greater heights of passion. If they could please their evil mistress they might escape without a beating. With a sound like that of air escaping from a tire Karla came. She tossed Jane roughly to the side. Her fat ugly face was flushed with pleasure as she turned and walked form the room.
With a quick gesture of her whip she indicated that the two young women should follow her. Karla led them into the dining room and there laid out on the table was a sumptuous breakfast. Bowls of fresh fruit and hot rolls tempted Jane who had not eaten much in the past two days what with all the activity around the house. Karla saw her give the food a furtive look.
"Are you hungry slut?" she asked. "Yes mistress." Jane replied "I'm very hungry."
"Well are you ready to prove your worthiness to eat?" Jane was afraid to answer for fear of provoking some further horror. The taste of lesbian was all in her mouth. A thick fishy smell. Not at all like the good clean tastes of Sylvia or even of Miranda. Everything about the leather dyke was disgusting to her. Her face and mouth filled her with revulsion each time they pressed close to her. The hot rancid breath made her want to puke. "Well whore are you ready?"
"Yes mistress, just tell me what to do." Jane hoped that she would not have to be degraded too badly just to get a meal. Her hunger was like a thing alive inside her.. She was ready to do anything. The smell of the fresh baked rolls attacked her senses making her heart beat faster. Jane saw Sylvia looking in the same way at the pile of confections. She too was hungry beyond reason.
Karla seated herself at the huge table and spread her legs. Jane began to get an inkling of what she would have to do for food.
"Come here, slaves," she demanded and Jane and Sylvia jumped to join her. With one young girl on each side Karla began to stuff her ugly maw with food. She delighted in watching the greedy looks flash in the girl's eyes as she filled her cup with steaming hot chocolate. Jane's mouth watered as the fat dyke buttered a fresh roll and stuffed it in her cunty mouth. Karla swallowed the bread and picked up a fresh banana. She handed it to Jane who greedily peeled it. She was just about to eat the fruit when a hard slap landed on her buttocks.
"From now on you will take all your food from my cunt slave." she grinned her vicious grin and parted the thick flesh of her thighs. Jane hesitated. "Well, do you want to eat or don't you?" the evil bitch said. "With the weight of her degradation on her shoulders Jane sunk down on her knees before the lesbian. She parted the thick lips of Karla's cunt and gently eased the banana inside. Karla gave a little grunt as the fruit disappeared inside her. Jane pressed her face to the woman's cunt and began to slowly draw the fruit out with her teeth. The taste of the banana mixed with the evil flavor of the dyke's pussy juice had almost made her gag. But her hunger overcame her revulsion and she greedily ate the fruit from her mistress' cunt. Next Karla handed her a bunch of grapes and carefully Jane inserted each inside her evil box till it would hold no more. One by one then, she sucked the small pieces of fruit from the dyke's hot cunt. The grapes popped out and down her throat. Jane was glad to be eating even if in such an obscene manner. Jane looked up and could see that Sylvia too could not take much more. She too bent down and joined Jane at her Mistress' cunt.
"Now those are good little slaves. Do you like to eat Karla? Doesn't she make your food taste good?" The evil dyke was really enjoying having two beautiful young girls taking food from her cunt. She groaned and began to rub her hot rough paws over their heads as the two tongues pried the snacks form her crack. "That's it you sluts. Eat me. You must learn that all good little girls love to eat their mistress." Karla threw her head back as the hungry females licked around to get the last grape from her gaping cunt.
"Do you want more?" Karla asked. And the two captives looked up. The hot wet juices of the lesbian shone on their hungry faces.
"Yes mistress, could we have some more." Sylvia begged.
"Yes mistress me too," Jane said in her best pleasing tones. This was a horrible way to eat, but it was better than not having any food at all. Karla sliced a slim French bread and a bowl of butter and handed it to her slaves. With hungry hands they took the butter and smeared it over the dyke's cunt. The raw animal smells which came from inside her made Jane want to puke but she wanted the bread even more. She and Sylvia rubbed the thick cool stuff all over the huge swollen thighs. Karla moaned as the four hands of her slaves massaged the animal fat into her pussy, her legs, and her ass. "Good slaves, good slaves," she whispered as her passion got the better of her. Jane was grateful at least to be eating and as long as the fat dyke was having sex she could not beat them. Sylvia held the thick lips of Karla's cunt apart as Jane fed the long fat loaf into her cunt. Karla gasped as the first few inches of the hard bread passed though her lips and on into the deep canyon of her vagina. She began to shudder and shake and moan as Jane fed the bread deeper and deeper into her cunt. Karla reached down to grab onto the girl's head to press it hard ot her cunt. Sylvia fought down her fear and disgust and rose up and pressed her face into the lesbian's massive tits. She wanted to bring the horrid lesbo as much pleasure as they could as this after all was the reason for the training. They were each to learn the thousand sick and cruel ways that their masters wished to be pleased. Each time they drove another lesbian to the brink of lust they would be spared the lash.
Sylvia pressed her lips hard against the thick fat nipples of Karla's tits. She took the fat bits of hard flesh between her teeth and sucked hard. A breath of air escaped Karla's fat lips and she lifted her face to Sylvia's and kissed her hard. Karla forced her thick hot tongue down the back of her throat. Sylvia responded in kind and began to stroke her short black hair.
Jane pushed the last of the eight inch loaf out of sight inside Karla's insatiable cunt and slowly began to chew it back out again. After she had eaten the first three inches, she stood up to give Sylvia a chance to have some. Jane took the ugly face of the lesbian in her two small hands and kissed her eyes, her nose, her forehead. She stuck one of her cool, pink tits into the awful dyke's cold, hard face and then rubbed back and forth.
"Ah my good slaves. My happy slaves don't you love to please Karla."
Just as Karla began to move faster the door to the dining room opened and Miranda appeared. The aunt took one look at the erotic spectacle before her and moved to join it.
"I see our good little girls are having their breakfast," she commented and began to stroke herself. The sight of two young women fondling and sucking on the cunt of her lover made her hot. She too wanted to feel the soft firm lips of her niece and Sylvia as they sucked nourishment from her pussy. Karla gave a short sharp yelp as the last of the bread was eaten from her hot box.
Miranda sat down at the head of the table and picked up a plum. Licking it all over so it was wet and slick she pressed it to her cunt. The round purple fruit disappeared inside and without an order Jane moved to a submissive position between her legs. Jane pressed her mouth to her aunt's sweet cunt. At least food would taste better here than in the foul region of Karla's cunt. Miranda arched her back as Jane's tongue and fingers began to explore her pussy. The plum was stuck far up inside so lane had to use her fingers to pry it out. Miranda moaned as the fingers fought the suction of her cunt and tried to bring the fruit outside. Jane redoubled her efforts afraid to displease her cruel mistress. Her efforts were rewarded quickly as Miranda gave a quick shudder and came. As her tight cunt muscles relaxed in orgasm, the plum popped out and Jane greedily ate it.
Soon the two lesbians tired of the game and they began to discuss what else to do with their lovely slaves.
"They do seem more eager to please us," Miranda said as Karla shoved another pastry into her mouth.
"Yes and the training has only just begun."
"Think how wonderful it will be when they are completely ready to serve us." Jane could not help but wonder what further degradation she and Sylvia would be forced to undergo at the hands of the two sick females.
Soon the rest of the lesbians began to filter downstairs after resting from their hard night of lust. Madam Lee came down and pressed a hot, wet kiss on Miranda's lips.
"Good morning, my love," she said and sat down at the table. "Your slaves look lovely today," she said and ran a lusty hand over Jane's cool flank. "Such lovely young women." Lee hooked a finger into Jane's cunt and moved it quickly in and out. "Honestly, Miranda how much will you take for this lovely young girl."
"Do you really expect me to sell you my niece?" Miranda laughed. "She's the only family I have left now that my dear sister and brother in law are dead." It was the first time that Jane had thought about her parents. The comment only served to make her feel even worse as she realized that there was no one in the world who cared about what became of her. Madam Lee took her finger from her cunt and inserted it in her ass-hole.
"Are you sure that you won't reconsider Miranda?" she asked moving her finger deeper inside Jane's bottom. "After all think of all the nice slaves you could buy with what I would pay you." Jane prayed hard that her aunt would not sell her. As much as she might have wanted to escape this evil place at least she knew what she was up against here. In the strange oriental perversions she would be there forced to endure. Miranda tossed her head back and laughed again.
"No, Lee. This little girl means more to me than all the money in the world. As my own flesh and blood she deserves to be more than just an average sex slave." Miranda pointed to Sylvia. "However I would be glad to let you have this one." Sylvia's eyes flashed fear as she realized that she might become the prisoner of the oriental lesbian.
"That piece of garbage," Lee said. "Why she's not worth the energy it takes to whip her." Lee picked up an apple and bit into it with a loud crunch. "Do you think I might just borrow her for a few hours?" she asked Miranda the lust light shining in her eyes.
"Of course my dear. Would you like to have her attend your bath?" Madame Lee smiled.
"Miranda what a lovely offer. I do so need a good soak after last night." Karla began to say something but Miranda held up her hand.
"I think it only fair if we each have a hand in her training that way each of us will be able to enjoy her all the more." Now Jane's worst fears were realized. She was going to become the sex slut of the entire group. The horror and shame of it was almost too much for her to bear. She had to fight back the stream of hot salty tears which were trying to force their was out of her eyes. She was afraid that if her fear showed that it would only encourage the evil group to use her more and more roughly. Already her cunt and ass-hole were becoming raw for the constant attentions.
"Jane." Miranda said.
"Yes mistress."
"You are to go with Madame Lee and give her whatever assistance she needs. Sylvia, you go as well." Miranda smiled. "If you perform well perhaps we can find some regular food for you to eat, and perhaps some clothing as well."
So Jane and Sylvia found themselves alone with the small brown woman.
"Go and run my bath." Lee ordered imperiously. "I shall be there directly." Jane and Sylvia hurried from the room to the huge master bathroom. The two frightened girls held hands as they climbed the stairs.
"What do you think she'll want us to do?" Jane asked.
"I don't know but anything is better than spending the rest of the day with that horror of a woman." An involuntary shudder passed through Jane as she thought of having to spend any more time with the demon Karla.
"Just touching her ugly face makes my blood run cold. But we must please them. It's our only chance to escape." Jane said. "If they trust us they might give us the time we need to plan."
"Do you know anyone on the outside who would help us?" Sylvia asked her lips pursed in thought. "I was hoping that you might. I have no family other than Aunt Miranda." The hopelessness of their plight made the two girls hug closely together. The warmth of their friendship was all that stood between them and ugliness of the lesbian palace.
Jane ran the water in the tub. Sylvia stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Tears welled up in her eyes as her hands traced the cruel pattern of welts on her tits and stomach.
"My god I'm so ugly now. No one will ever want me again." She buried her face in her hands and began to cry.
"There, there," Jane said holding the shaking figure of the servant girl in her arms. "You're not ugly. You could never be ugly." With tender lips she kissed the ravaged tits of her friend. "All this will heal. Some day this whole sick thing will seem like it was some kind of terrible dream." Jane kissed Sylvia on her soft warm mouth and caressed her head.
"You'll see. Everything will turn out o.k."
"I wish I could be as brave as you." Sylvia said. "But I just can't."
"Don't worry my love, I'll be strong enough for the both of us." Sylvia tried to force a smile from deep inside but it would not come. So she just kissed Jane tenderly and began to prepare for the arrival of Madame Lee.
CHAPTER SIX
That night, while the lesbians had their nightly orgy, Jane slipped quietly down the back stairs. The first day of her training had gone fairly well. Neither she nor Sylvia were beaten. And each of them had managed to satisfy the erotic urges of the insatiably horny females. The bath they had given Madame lasted most of the day. The oriental woman's desires were a shade more complicated than those of Karla or Miranda. Karla's main interest was in making the young girls do humiliating things like eating grapes from her ass-hole and the like. But each of them bore the degradation with a hardly a tear or whimper. In the course of the day each of the women who wished it were allowed to take whatever liberties they wished with the nubile young bodies. The regular love slaves had a sort of a holiday as all the pent up lusts were vented on Jane and Sylvia. Jane did not know how much more of the constant abuse she could take. And she lived in the constant fear of the lash. It took all her courage to wrap herself up in the sheet from her bed and slide down the hallway.
She paused at the head of the stairs to see if anyone could be heard below. The low deep rhythm of music was coming from the orgy room and Jane was fairly sure that all the women were so occupied with mutual lust that she could safely pass.
The whole house seemed to be alive with eyes that at any moment would see her and sound the alarm. As quietly as she could, she slipped down the hallway till she came to Sylvia's room. Cracking the door, she stuck her head in and softly called her name.
"Sylvia."
Again, she whispered the name in the dark....
"Sylvia are you there?" No sound came to respond to her call. Summing up her courage Jane walked into the room. Sylvia was there all right but it would be hours till she would be able to move or talk.
"Oh god." Jane said to the darkness as she saw the dark stains on the sheet. Sylvia was spread out on the bed. Her arms and legs tied to the posts. Someone had tied her face down. And her abused frame was still wet with the sweat of whoever had fucked her. Her back and ass were a patchwork of welts. Not as deep and savage as those on her stomach but none the less impressive. Only on person could have done this Jane thought. And she thought of all the things she would like to do to the evil Karla if only she could get the chance. Jane had risked coming to the room to try and convince Sylvia that they should try to escape. But she could see that the other girl was not going to be much help to her now. Jane moved around to the side of the bed and untied her wrist and led from the post. Then doing the same to the other, she rolled Sylvia onto her back. "Sylvia," she said, softly stroking the forehead of the abused girl. "Sylvia, it's me, Jane." Jane felt close to tears. She had so counted on having the other girl along for courage. "Sylvia wake up," she pleaded. But it was to no avail. Karla had done her complete best. From the red sore state of her cunt and ass-hole Jane was sure that it could have been no one else. The outsized toys she loved so much had taken their toll. A small trickle of drying blood traced a red path down the soft white of Sylvia's thigh. Jane kissed her once and began to search the room for clothes she would need to escape.
All she could find was Sylvia's uniform. The bits of black cloth would not serve as much protection from the cold of the night but she could not go out into the world wrapped in nothing but a sheet. So Jane donned the dress. The black silk stockings and the panties with the opening over her cunt. The tight fit of the dress pressed her tits together and made her breathing a little difficult. But one had to do the best with what one had. Jane looked at her self in the mirror. The face that looked back at her was one of a stranger. No longer did her face have the soft glow of youth. The viciousness of her aunt and her vile friends had taken the bloom off her rose. She felt much older then her sixteen years and the vision in the mirror attested to this. Large dark rings circled her eyes and her mouth was drawn into a thin hard line as she thought about what she must do. Pulling herself away from the view in the mirror she opened the door and said a silent good bye to the prostrate figure of her friend. Jane hated to leave her to the awful mercies of the women in the house but she was afraid that if she failed to escape now that she never would. She could feel her resolve slipping as she thought what would happen to her if she was caught. Better to be torn apart by killer dogs than spend one more day in this lust-filled hell hole.
Jane stuck her head outside the door and gave a quick look up and down the hall. There was no one in sight but still the spooky feeling of being watched did not leave her. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the hall and took what she hoped would be the first steps to freedom. Jane moved as quietly as she could down the long hallway. The sounds of the orgy could be heard below. The vile, sex-mad sounds got louder as she made her way towards the front door. Surprising herself, she made the dangerous journey undetected and slid back the bolt. The door opened with a creak that Jane was sure could be heard half way around the world. But no one came. The first breath of air outside the house tasted the best of any Jane had ever breathed. The cool night air made her nipples stand out against the rough lace of her bodice. One step, two steps Jane took down the long path to the road which. ran to the city. Maybe if she could flag down a passing automobile she would be able to return with help and free Sylvia. A rush of excitement swept over her as she ran as fast as she could down the long driveway. The same driveway that had seemed like the beginning of a fine new life so few days before. But now the mansion and the cruel reality of her aunt were fading in the distance.
"Stop!" Jane heard a voice behind her yell. "Stop you slut." She knew it was Karla. The beast herself was on her tail and Jane ran faster. Headlong down the long drive she ran, the small stones cutting into the bare soles of her feet. Jane could hear the tough lesbian gaining ground behind her. The sound of her high leather boots seemed to grow louder and louder as she struggled to get out to the highway. Jane tripped and fell headlong into a low group of bushes by the side of the path. She knew she was caught. As she picked herself up off the ground and began to run she knew that Karla was close. She could smell the dyke. Hear the hot panting of her breath as it wheezed in and out of her fat frame. Panic swept over her in cold hard waves. She waited for the first feel of the lash, the bite, the blood, the sting. Her eyes filled with tears making it impossible for her to see. The sound of Karla gaining on her only drove her harder but she knew it would not be enough. At last the hard slap of the whip caught her around the ankle and she fell to the ground.
"So my little slut decided she wanted to leave." Karla said standing over the fallen figure of the girl. "Didn't you like living with your Aunt Miranda? Didn't you like being our little love doll?" The breath was coming out hard and fast as the mixture of physical activity and lust took hold of the vicious dyke. She knew that now Miranda would let her do whatever she wished to the little whore. Her mind was filled with visions of medieval tortures, of the tautness of her breasts as she gave her a few more turns on the rack. "Get on your feet, hole," Karla commanded.
"Yes, Mistress," Jane said through her tears.
"That won't help you, you know, my little darling. Nothing will help you now. You're mine all mine." She tossed her bestial head back and gave a bone chilling laugh. Karla grabbed her by the hair and gave a rough yank. Pulling her by her long dark hair Karla half pulled half dragged the hysterical girl back to the house. Miranda was waiting at the door.
"You ungrateful little slut," she said and slapped the tear streaked face of her niece. "I give you the best of everything and this is how you repay me." Miranda was livid. Her beautiful features ugly now in her blind rage. "I think that you have insulted my entire household. We gave you the chance to learn to please us and what do you do. First you fuck the servants and then you try to escape. Well my little dear. You shall not have such an opportunity again. Karla take her to the basement and wait for me." Karla smiled and shoved the young girl hard in the back. Jane went sprawling onto the cold marble floor of the hallway and began to cry and moan.
"Get up you whore slut." Karla commanded and placed a sharp spike heel hard into the small of her back, "Get up or I'll kick your cunt all the way up to your eyes." Jane struggled to rise but her body betrayed her. All her energy had been used up in the bid for freedom and now nothing was left just the empty shattered hulk of her young life.
Karla grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. Jane was so numb that she didn't feel the pain. Her whole body was numb. like a massive injection of novocaine had just blotted out all feeling, all sensation Karla kicked her hard in the ass and propelled her forward. The whole way down to the basement torture room Jane was kicked and punched by the excited sadist. Karla's whole life and lust was tied up in the prospect of using the poor girl in unspeakable ways. Her sick and vicious desires, were welling up inside her like a gusher ready to explode. Her cunt tingled in anticipation.. She longed to flog all the skin off her beautiful back. To rip the beauty from her hide. Karla wanted to take out all the pent up resentment of her own ugliness on the innocent form of Jane, and nothing could save her.
"Please, please don't," she begged as Karla tied her to the table. "Anything, I'll do anything just please don't hurt me." That made Karla laugh.
"There's nothing I want from you but blood. Do you hear me you disgusting slut." Jane knew that it was hopeless. Karla began to ready her tools. The long thin needle that she had used so recently on John came back out. And she held it in the flame. Miranda came in dressed all in white the anger still showing clearly on her face.
"Are you ready, my love?" she asked the ugly beast.
"Yes my love," Karla answered back. The faces of the two women seemed much larger than life to Jane as they leaned over her trussed up form.
"Now this is going to hurt you a lot more then it hurts me," Karla said and taking a firm grip on one of her nipples drove the needle through. Jane screamed but this only made Karla that much more hungry.
"No more, please. Not again," she screamed as the needle was poised over her other tit. "Anything, I'll do anything you want. Don't!"
But her pleas for mercy fell on the deafest of ears. Karla was too far along in the rhythm of her vile sickness to hear. Miranda just leaned her head close to her ear.
"You should have thought of that before you tried to escape. You were lucky that we hadn't released the dogs for the night or you would not be alive to enjoy this." As the last syllable passed her lips Karla speared her nipple with the pin and Jane fainted.
When she awoke she was in a dark dank cell the whole place smelled of dead things and her arms and legs were chained to the wall. A soreness came from her tits and looking down she could see gold rings through each of her nipples. Another message of pain came from between. her legs and looking down she saw that there too they had pierced her lips and inserted a ring. How long she had been in the cell she did not know. No light came under the door and there were no windows to tell her whether it was night or day. In the solitary misery of her bondage Jane began to cry. Long tortured cries escaped her lips. Painfully she began to search the rest of her body for damage. It did not feel as though they had whipped her but in her present shocked condition she could not tell for sure. What would they do to her next she wondered. Would they force her to spend the rest of her days here locked away in some deep sub basement. Jane closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep.
The door opened again many hours later. A woman-Jane had never seen before came in and threaded two long cords through the rings in her tits. Wordlessly the new woman gave a sharp tug on the rope and Jane responded with a yelp. The woman took a large key ring from her belt and unlocked the chains which held her prisoner. It all seemed like a dream to Jane What ever further abuse the evil women had planned it did not matter in the least. All her will had been beaten out. All the things that made her a real person were gone. All that was left was a cunt and tits and mouth. She was willing now to do anything. Jane never wanted to be locked away in the cold darkness of the cell again. Whatever obscene acts they wished her to perform she would. The lesbian unlocked the chains and pulled sharply on the ropes. Jane got heavily to her feet. Her whole body seemed like it was made out of lead as she was half dragged out of the room. The light in the hallway hurt her eyes and she lifted a hand to protect them. She knew she was being led to the main hall. Then, when the doors swung open she could see a whole gathering of women. Most had young girls like herself on leashes. Some had rings through their noses and nipples and cunts and everyone in the room was touching each other and fondling the slaves.
Jane could see Sylvia in the far corner of the room. Her scarred body was covered up but that wasn't stopping Madame Lee who was at her cunt. Sylvia's legs were lifted far over her head by chains which ran from pulley-like devices on the ceiling. She was lying on kind of a half platform which allowed her pussy and ass to be available without having the Mistress bend down.
Madame Lee had a big smile on her face as she stood there moving a giant plastic penis in and out of the captive girl's ass. Jane could see no expression on her face as the massive organ appeared and then disappeared inside her ass. In her other hand Lee had another device. It too was long and thick and had some kind of finger like things sticking out the end. As one dildo went up her ass the other more imagine device was placed at her cunt. Sylvia didn't even flinch as Lee shoved both dildos up both her orifices at once. The giant swallowing of both toys must have been wrecking havoc on her insides but she did not seem to notice or care. One of Lee's love slaves was on her knees before her mistress. Her face buried in the sparse black hair of her pussy. Lee grinned with delight as she abused the captive and got eaten out by her slave. The other one stood behind and rubbed her neck and shoulders. Massaging her mistress while she had her way.
Jane's keeper led her over to the far corner of the room and passed her nipple chains through eyes mounted in the wall. Jane didn't know what was going to happen to her next and she didn't really care. Her whole mind was empty of fear or feeling as she surveyed the lesbian scene. Two women sat toe to toe and began to fuck each other. One placed the big toe of her friend's foot against the hooded bulge of her clit and moved slowly back and forth against it. Her friend did the same with her foot and together they rocked themselves to climax. The woman in the nun's costume was tied to the wall. Her large white backside showing the red marks of a spanking. Not the kind given to the slaves but just enough to bring her excitement and lust. Karla and Miranda were no where to be seen. Jane saw Sylvia begin to shake and squirm as Madame Lee's prosthetic attentions took their passionate toll. One of the slaves climbed up on the table and sat down hard on her up turned face. Jane could see the fire in her eyes as she ground her cunt down into her face.
"Yes, yes yes," she began to scream. And the rest of the women in the room joined in.
Soon they all were screaming at the top of their lungs, the sound building and building until in a final bellow of spent passion they came. The room was close now with the female smells. Here and there about the room women lay back on the rug covered floor and relaxed in the afterglow of orgasm.
Jane turned to look away from the awful, rancid scene and closed her eyes. But there was no escaping it. She felt the hot touch of one of the women. A wet tongue was working its was slowly down her spine. like liquid fire the touch sent waves of energy through her body. Strong arms circled her tits and she could feel the slight swelling of a hardening cock at her back. She turned to face her lover. And she looked up into the eyes of John. He was much changed. Just as she was. His long blonde hair was gone and so was the defiant look in his eyes. He kissed and ran his hands up and down her naked body. The cold touch of the metal ring though the head of his prick was a sharp contrast to the hot feel of his growing manhood. Jane felt grateful for the touch of a man. She ran her hand down the shaft of his prick and cupped his balls. They felt reassuringly warm and heavy. He gave a small shudder and pressed closer to her. Jane looked around to see if Karla or Miranda-were any where in sight. They were not, so what the hell she figured. At least the worst that can happen has already happened. She didn't even care if they flogged all the skin from her body and put a ring through her nose. She wanted that hot cock inside her. She wanted to feel the spreading heat and motion of sex. She kissed him harder and ran her soft hot hands over the cool hard muscles of his body. His need seemed to be as great as her own. He picked her up and like she weighed nothing, lowered her gently onto the thick shaft of his cock. Her ringed lips strained to take all of him in as he slid her up and down on his hard pole. With great slow thrusts he parted her insides and planted long hot kisses on her neck and face. Jane thought nothing would ever feel so good. She began to shake and moan as his stiff cock with the hard ring at the tip burrowed its way inside her.
"My god," she yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me harder." She dug her heels into the back of her legs and drove herself harder and harder onto his cock. She arched her back and then drew her nails hard across his back. So far gone in passion were they that neither of them noticed that the Evil Karla had entered the room. like the bloodhound she looked like she seemed to smell to slaves enjoying themselves and she crossed the room whip in hand.
"Fucking my monkey are you, you slut.
Didn't you have enough before." Karla raised her lash to bring it down hard across both of them . Miranda appeared behind her and caught her whip hand as it was just starting to scream down onto her back.
"Let them fuck. Yes! "Let them fuck. It'll be fun for the ladies to watch." So Miranda led them both to the center of the room. She had them both by the cords tied to their nipple rings. And positioning them in the center of the orgy she raised her hand.
"Ladies, we are now going to see something that rarely occurs under this roof. Two slaves, of both sexes will now perform for us." The gathered lesbians began to stamp and applaud like fans at a rock show. Miranda let go of the chains and the John and Jane fell to the floor. John lay on his back and Jane began to run her tongue up his smooth legs and over the shaven area of his pubis. A low groan came from his lips as the tension built up in his cock. Jane took the thick red head of his prick into her mouth and ran her tongue all around. She licked the huge soft head and slowly worked his full length down into her throat. The women loved it. They began to clap and whistle as the huge redness of his member slid out of sight into her mouth and then magically reappeared. Taking him in her hands she began to pump her fist up and down the shaft while tonguing and licking the head. John began to move his hips to the rhythm of her hand and tried to jam his cock all the way in. Sensing he was close to climax she stopped her hard hand stroke and mounted him the full length of his erect organ. "Ooh!" John groaned loudly as the warm wetness of her cunt slid all the way down his shaft. Taking him to the hilt. Jane's hands moved to her own tits as she pumped harder and harder on her meat throne. Her fingers teased her nipples and tugged gently at the soreness where Karla had pierced them. Jane was in ecstasy as the hard meat was thrust deeper and deeper into her cunt. The steady rhythm took her far away from the ugliness around her. Jane took him as deep inside herself as she could. The hot hard prick felt good as it rubbed hard against the walls of her pussy.
Miranda touched one of the other circulating love slaves and directed them to join in. First a short black-haired girl with mammoth tits came forward. . With the hot look of lust in her eyes she lowered herself onto John's upturned face. Her hot black cunt rubbed back and forth over his bald head and face. John responded to the hot wet invasion by reaching up and spreading the cheeks of her ass. With one hand he inserted his finger as far up her ass-hole as it would go. The girl began to move her hips faster and faster. Jane picked up the rhythm on his cock. Pounding the full weight of her pent up anxiety onto the hardness of his body. A wet slap could be clearly heard above the whistles and claps from the viewers. Each time Jane raised herself up on her legs to drive back down to a shuddering fullness the lesbians would cheer.
John tongued the cunt and ass of the love slave faster and deeper. The warm pressure of his tongue on her clit sent waves of electricity through her body. Tossing her head back she let out a long high wail as he bit on her soft places and rammed two more fingers into the expanding brown ring of her ass. Jane reached across the humping distance of John's wildly moving body and placed hot hands on the slave's tits.. They were monsters, fully the biggest she had ever seen. Jane cupped their bouncing softness in her palms and rubbed her thumbs in slow circular motions around the nipples. The crowd loved this and showed it by shouting louder as the big girl shrieked as John brought her another hard won orgasm. Now John's hips were beginning to move faster and faster as he thrust his prick more and more quickly into Jane's willing cunt. The tempo built till all three of them began to thrash and moan in unison. Sensing he was close to coming, Jane hopped off his pulsating member and began to suck it deep into her mouth. The other slave moved forward off his face and began to kiss and lick his balls. John gave a visible shudder as the thunder of his massive orgasm roared in the distance. Jane slid the wet red monster from her mouth and ran the length of her brown hair up and down the shaft in her hot little hand. The other slave lowered her mouth over the silk shrouded prick and slowly began to deep throat the massive organ. John raised his hips high off the floor and prepared to deliver the hot white semen to the waiting women. Jane moved her hand more and more vigorously on his cock and the slave moved her head faster and faster building the passionate friction to incredible intensity. With a deep howl of ecstasy John seemed to rise unassisted off the floor. His hands shot out and began to move hard and fast over the massive tits the slave. All the attention was too much and he spewed his hot load into the mouth and hair of the two girls.
The three fell forward into a soggy pile to the wild and appreciative clapping of the crowd. Miranda stepped forward and dipped a finger into the still steaming cunt of the love slave. The vision of lust and violence she had just viewed had driven her to great heights of horniness. Karla and the others were licking their lips and Miranda lowered herself slowly onto the prostrate slave's willing body. She sat astride the girl. The hot bald wetness of her cunt pressed down on the twin mounds of her tits. Miranda began to move slowly back and forth in long strokes. Her hands began to stroke the hot soft insides of the young girl's legs and her face moved forward to kiss the soft down of her pubis and explore the recently tongued regions of her cunt. Miranda planted one wet kiss on the delicate pinkness of her cunt lips and then slid her own cunt further down her body to find the jutting bone of her hip. Miranda's face lit up as she found her passion seat. The hard narrow protuberance of the bone dug into the space of her pussy and leaning forward she dragged her clit hard along its surface. She continued the long strokes while placing one finger on the girl's clit. She moved it rapidly back and forth. The harder she rubbed the harder the slave moved her pelvis against the erotic pressure of Miranda's cunt. Jane opened her eyes to view the scene and a strange feeling came over her. The scene did not fill her with the revulsion it once did. Her aunt looked beautiful sitting astride the slave. Her firm round tits bounced majestically and Jane was drawn to them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jane was more than surprised at her own feelings as she watched Miranda take her lesbian pleasure on the gyrating figure of the love slave. After all she had been through the last thing one would think she would wish to do was to kiss those tits, and fondle that pussy. But that is exactly what she wanted to do. Her aunt looked so wonderful as she ran her juice soaked fingers over the curves of her body. Jane was enthralled. She licked her lips at the thought of it all. She wanted badly to have her aunt come and fuck her. Rising slowly to her feet she moved towards the two women. Miranda's eyes were closed in the heat of lust and did not even open them to see which of the many women in the room was at her breast. Jane took her aunt's exploring hands in her own and moved them faster and faster over her tits. She kissed the tight little mound of the nipple on each bobbing breast and lubricated them with saliva. Miranda moaned as Jane pressed her hot lips to the nipples and began to make slow circles with her tongue and lips. The slave girl bounced harder and harder against Miranda's cunt. Jane licked and kissed her way down her aunt's body to the point where her pussy met the full moving flesh of the young slave. Jane pressed her face into the meeting place of the two and began to add her own wet kisses to the moist battleground. Miranda reached out and pressed the unknown head into her cunt. She lay back on top of the slave with the massive breasts of the love toy pressing into her back. Jane got the message.
Miranda wanted it now!
She lay down on her belly and looked the double layer of cunt up and down as if deciding which delightful condiment to try.
She ran her hot skillful tongue out of each of the lusty cracks in turn. From the bottom to the top she kissed and licked sending shudders through each of the women. The slave moved her arms up around Miranda's fine pert tits and began to squeeze and gently tweak her nipples. This, along with the hot attentions at her pussy had her almost uncontrollably wild. She pressed the wetness of her cunt into Jane's active mouth. Humping her clit up and down over her nose and lips. Madame Lee stepped out of the crowd and put an outsized dildo on her tiny frame. She looked strange with the huge stiff cock coming out of her delicate brown hips. She took some cream in her hand and spread it over the head of the phallus. She moved to a position behind Jane's bobbing ass and spread her cheeks.
Lee placed the head of the penis at the door of Jane's cunt and pressed it home. Jane gave a little grunt of pleasure as the large round head moved around the first sensitive inches of her pussy. Miranda opened her eyes as her niece's active tongue brought her the first of many climaxes. Lee began to stroke hard. Her little oriental face lit up with desire as she pronged Jane's sweet cunt on the sword of her false penis. She squealed in delight as the huge dildo parted her insides. She moved her head faster and faster up and down the twin cracks before her. Licking first one set of lips and clit and then the other. Both Miranda and the love slave were squirming on the floor before her as Lee's tool forced her over the brink to climax.
The ever seductive Lee rode Jane hard in the last convulsions of her cunt. Her tiny frame was tossed about by the wild answering thrusts of Jane's ass. Lee reached down and spread Jane's juices up and over her ass-hole. She placed the head of the dildo at her back door and pressed hard. Jane gave a sharp yelp as the massive member parted the tightness of her ass-hole and drove her to greater depths of passion. The force of Lee's skill with the dildo only made Jane bury her face deeper into the twin cunts and finally she forced both women over the final brink and tongued them into blissful inaction.
"My god, Jane," Miranda said, sliding off the slave girl's panting body. The weight of her body on her flattened her tits to a wide soft pillow. Jane" thought they looked so inviting that she just lay right down and buried her face into their wet softness. As Miranda watched, Lee pulled the dildo from Jane's tight ass and pressed it to the slave girl's cunt. With a wicked grin, she drove the long, thick shaft deep into the girl. By this time she was so far gone on the waves of passion it was as if her whole body was cunt. Her entire being tied up in the hard rhythm of the cock moving in and out of her pussy. Jane began to kiss the girl hard. And the slave responded in kind. She opened her lips and accepted the probing tongue which fought its way down her throat. Jane thought nothing had ever felt so good. The huge mounds of the slave girl's tits pressed into her own delicate pert boobs. The sensation of nipple to nipple was fantastic. Lee moved her plastic penis from the crack of the slave's cunt to Jane's ass. The rigid rim of the hole was soft now with the combined juice of the lusty scene.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged. "Please auntie I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard." Her voice became like that of a stranger to her. She could not recognize the deep husky sound of unbridled lust in it. She knew all the things that had happened to her but they no longer mattered. She wanted her aunt's love. She needed the hot feel of her tongue and pussy. She wanted to bathe her and eat her meals from between her legs. She even was no longer scared by the bestial vision of Karla and if given the chance would try to please her as well.
"Whip me, fuck me, anything," she begged her aunt. "I want you. I need you. Sit down on my face. Oh god, oh god, oh god." The last words were naught but a long shriek of joy as
Lee drove the dildo in and out of her ass. Then, with wicked force, she jammed it all the way to the hilt up her cunt. Jane was beyond speaking. Her only sound a low grunt each time the meat slammed home. Her lips parted in a cruel grin as the splendid device filled first her ass then her cunt.
"More. Give me more," she bellowed at the top of her passion filled voice. "More cock. Fill me with cock." Karla stood before her. Standing over the three women she slowly stripped off her leather outfit. She reached down and grabbed ahold of Jane's hair. With rough force she dragged the passion flushed face up to her cunt. She pressed her hips forward and spread her legs in a strong stance. Jane buried her nose into the hot pit of the dyke's lust. She spread the thick lips of her cunt and ran her tongue up and down the thin outside of the lips. She teased them softly. Running her tongue around the outside of the lips in the hot red zone between the fringe of her pussy hair and the hot pit of her passion. Karla moved her hips harder. Grinding the wetness of her twat hard into Jane's willing face.
"Kiss me child. That's it," she directed. She moved her controlling hands up and down the sides of Jane's head. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers and invited the hot tongue inside. Madame Lee had moved away from the exhausted figure of the slave girl. Her massive tits rose and fell in the steady fast rhythm of her panting breath. She was fucked as soundly as a girl could be. Lee sat down on the floor facing Miranda. She extended a long thin beautiful leg and began to run skilled toes around the region of Miranda's cunt. Auntie spread her legs wide to the side and pressed the soft probing toes inside herself. She put one of Lee's feet between her tits and began to suck her toes. Each little soldier was given a hot bath and long languorous suck. Miranda took each one in her mouth like a tiny penis and she traced a shocking line along the sole of the perfect little foot with her fingernails. Lee's tiny brown body shook in involuntary response to the delightful pressure and warmth on her toes. She dug her big toe into the twin lips of Miranda's cunt and began to move it gently over the erect surface of her clit. Miranda gathered the other pleasure probe to her tits and squeezed them both around it.
Looking over she could see that Jane had indeed come far. Who would have thought that she was the same innocent little girl in pigtails and white panties who had come so filled with wide-eyed wonder into the lesbian world. So different was she that Miranda almost couldn't see the little girl anymore. She was filled with a strange kind of maternal pride as she watched her young niece press her face into the waiting pussy of Karla. Miranda felt more then a little pride as she watched the way Jane brought pleasure to her lover. The leather clad dyke almost looked angelic as she responded to Jane's vaginal attention. Her little girl was a woman now Miranda thought. It was strange to think of Jane in such tender terms after all she had been through. Miranda had really felt betrayed by her bid for freedom. Where did the little minx think she would have gone anyway. The world was a whole lot more cruel then living here with her aunt and her friends who loved her.
Miranda thought that it was time for her to enjoy the private pleasures of her loved ones. A thin high wail passed her lips as Lee's clever little toes found her button and pushed it. Her climax was a thing alive. The hot liquid seemed to form at her brain and slowly it worked its way down her body dissolving . everything in its path, making her whole life a hot liquid lava stream gushing out her cunt. Miranda leaned over and placed a long lingering kiss on the oriental woman's face. She gently brushed her lips over the almond shaped eyes. Down the side of her neck and onto her mouth. Lee opened her mouth wide and accepted the tongue as her due. She sucked hard on the hot bit of flesh and tasted the womanly tastes of the lusty lesbian.
The rest of the gathering was in full orgiastic swing. The performances which had been presented before them had made every cunt in the room full to overflowing with the hot liquids of female desire. Everywhere one looked lesbians in groups of two and three and four were enjoying the carnal bliss of their passion. In one corner a young girl and boy were bound completely. They were being gently teased by a lesbian armed with fur gloves and feathers. The ropes that bound the girl pressed down on her young tits and the nipples protruded through the bonds. Her legs were curled up underneath her as she lay trussed up on her side. With one naked women on each side she was made to lick and kiss first one ass-hole and cunt and then another. The boy, he looked to be no more than sixteen or so, was on his back. The thick proud shaft of his young cock was hard and it too stuck out of his bonds in such a way that the lesbians were beside themselves with lust. Two women ran their hands up and down the shaft. The slow steady rhythm making the lad struggle against his bonds.
Karla gave a loud shout as Jane's skillful tongue coaxed a bone shaking orgasm from her solid body. Her large brown tits shook as her hot lust was vented. Jane looked up at her and smiled.
"Did I please you, Mistress?"
"Yes, little one. You've learned well."
The tough dyke seemed to be softening. Miranda came up to them and wrapped them both in a warm embrace.
"It's time we had our own private party. Jane seems to come around to our way of thinking." Indeed she had. The hard beating, the terror and the isolation of the cell had broken down all of her defenses. She was now as willing a love toy as ever there was. In fact she began to lick her lips at the thought of the two women in her life spread before her. Her hot tongue tickling their cunts and her fingers exploring the hot places of their bodies. Miranda led them both out of the room full of lust. In every corner, on every piece of furniture they could see their sisters in the throes of passion. All three women went up the huge marble staircase and down the hallway to the master bedroom.
Karla and Miranda's bed was about an acre wide. It seemed to Jane to be the most inviting thing she had . .ever seen. With girlish glee she hopped on its fur spread and lay back. Her hands running over the insatiable gap of her cunt.
"Fuck me, please," she beseeched the two.
"Auntie won't you fuck me." Her fingers began to dip inside the lips of her cunt and she spread them wide. With slow steady motions she began to stimulate the bright head of her clit. Miranda and Karla watched in hushed admiration as the girl was brought to a hasty climax. Karla reached over her panting body and attached the thin gold chains to her nipple rings. Pulling with a strong but steady motion she pulled the girl off of the bed and stood facing her in the center of the room. Miranda went to her dresser and removed a device that looked like a short, fat penis. This she smeared all over with some jelly of some kind and began to move it slowly between her breasts. It made a slick shiny trail where it moved up and down in the valley of her tits. Jane licked her lips. She wanted the thick thing inside her. She wanted to feel the tense heat as it slid up inside her cunt. She longed for the firmness between her legs.
Please fuck me mistress. Let me make up for all the bad things I've done," she begged. Her expression was so pitiful that even Karla was moved. The leather clad dyke kissed the girl with more tenderness then she would have thought possible.
"Will you be a good little girl from now on?" Her aunt asked and placed the head of the phallus to her ass-hole.
"Oh yes, Mistress. Yes, yes," Jane replied, the heat of her lust rising up inside her. "Fuck me now, yes. Fuck me hard." She spoke through teeth tightly clenched in anticipation of the full length of the dildo climbing up the delicate tunnel of her ass. Jane wanted to be filled to capacity. She wanted the hot pumping of solid objects between her legs. She wanted the awful fullness in her cunt and her ass-hole. She began to massage her ringed tits. The chains were held tight by Karla who pulled on them and drew her down to the level of her cunt. She pushed Jane's face into her leather clad bush.
"Eat me," she commanded. Jane complied. Her tiny white hands clawed at the leather. Her lust filled fingers unable to find the closure to get to the glorious cunt snak beneath. Karla gave a sharp tug on the chains connected to her tits and a wave of pain flashed through her body. Jane did not mind. Her whole body was so alive with passion that any contact was translated as pleasure. The two women could even flog her and she would just moan and enjoy it. Karla stepped back and stripped off her leather pants. Underneath she was wearing a kind of leather panties with a breakaway crotch. Jane jumped at the chance to get at her pussy. She shoved her face hard into the lesbian's cunt. Her hands ran up and down the insides of her thighs as she tongued the thick lips of her cunt. Miranda stood behind her and fed the rest of the eight inch phallus into her ass. Jane moaned. Her whole body was alive with the heat of her lust.
"Fill me up," she begged her mistress who was only too willing to comply. Miranda took a massive twelve inch phallus from the rack above the bed and greased its large round head. Miranda stopped briefly to sit and spread her legs. She fitted the cock to her cunt lips and pressed it in. She gave a high pitched wail as the full twelve inches of the device rammed up her snatch. In and out she moved it. Rapidly the thing showed between her legs and then was gone. Jane turned to watch before Karla reminded her of her duty with a sharp pull on the chains.
"Oh, oh, oh," was all Miranda could say as she stroked the dildo deeper and deeper into herself. She rubbed her pussy-wet palm against the hot nub of her clit and rolled her eyes. With a shake and a groan she came. The hot fresh juices ran out of her cunt and down her legs. Shakily she got up off the bed and walked around behind her niece. With strong hands she parted her buttocks and revealed the rosy target of her cunt. With no preamble she rammed the shaft into the tunnel of her cunt. Jane made a harsh wet sound from somewhere inside Karla's cunt. Her mouth busy as her hands as they fought to give the giant dyke her due. Karla pulled hard on the chains and caused another of the waves of pleasure/pain that drove her wild. In and out, in and out, the steady rhythm of first one giant dildo and then the other. Miranda manipulated her ass and cunt like the master she was. Jane felt incredible, the pain coming from her tits only drove her on. Faster and faster she tongued the hot cunt of the dyke. Her hands reached around her squat thick body and began to spread some of the bountiful pussy juice over her ass. Jane squeezed the twin mounds hard and fought a hot probing finger into the canyon of her ass-hole. Karla grunted in a animal gesture of pleasure. Apparently all her training had not been in vain. Jane was right up there with the best cunt eaters of all time she thought to herself. What a treasure they had found and how nice it was to have a young girl around the house. These kind thoughts were pretty much alien to Karla. So to make herself feel better she yanked hard on the chains and was delighted to see two little drops of blood form at the base of her pierced tits. Karla shook once and came. She reached down and lifted Jane's face up so she could kiss it. She captured the girl's hot tongue between her teeth and began to suck and chew on it.
"What would you like now mistress?" Jane asked the butch women. Karla closed her eyes and gave it some thought.
"Kiss my ass," she said and turned so Jane could give her hot tongue treatment to her ass-hole. "Yes, that's it," she whispered as the hot pink bit of flesh drove into the hard brown ring of her ass. "Faster faster." She demanded and Jane licked for all she was worth. Suddenly the pace of the ass plug and the dildo in her cunt caught up with her. Jane tossed her head back like some kind of wild animal in heat and screamed. Her climax so powerful that the plug in her ass shot out. Miranda quickly replaced it and picking up a riding crop began to spank her niece.
"Oh yes, mistress!" Jane moaned. "Whip me, beat me, fuck me." She moved her ass hard meeting the downstroke of the whip with a hard upward swing of her luscious behind. Miranda kept the pressure on. Red welts were coming to the surface where the sting of leather had met her soft pliant flesh. Miranda sat down on the swinging back of her .niece and like she was a polo pony began to dig her heels into her sides and whip her hard on the ass with the short whip.
"Ride me, ride me." Jane yelled as the lash slapped hard against her backside. Miranda reached down and grabbed hold of the chains to her tits like they were reins. She gave two sharp tugs and Jane reared up almost tossing her to the floor.
"Good horsey, good horsey," Miranda soothed. Dismounting she began to stroke the sides of her niece. Long slow strokes in time to the gentle lapping of her tongue against Karla's ass-hole. Miranda soon tired of this sport and retired to the bed. She chose her favorite dildo from the rack above her head and she brought its tasseled head to her cunt. Slowly she slid its long metal shape inside her cunt. Her lips parted to show her full white teeth behind the passion stretched line of her mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes," she repeated. "Yes, yes, yes." Karla responded to the call and leading Jane by her chains crossed over to the huge bed. Jane sat at the foot of the bed while she watched the two lovers cavort. Karla took Miranda's hand from the shaft of the dildo and pulled it out. She replaced it with a mammoth two headed monster and slid it up her cunt. Then spreading her mistress' legs wide she took aim and slid her cunt up tight to that of her lover. The two fucking lesbians began to move back and forth on the bed. Each one feeling the thick head and shaft of the dildo between their legs. Jane could hear a wet sound each time one greedy cunt slapped up against the other. She was fascinated. She wanted to join them but decided that it would be better to wait for orders.
She was so full of love for the two women that she was willing to do anything for them. Shave their cunts, bathe them, help them dress. If she had to take her meals from their cunts forever she would be happy. Jane began to fondle herself as she watched the two wild women. In and out the dildo moved. Jane could see about six inches of it between them before the mad thrusts of their hips obscured it from sight inside them.
Jane's gaze lifted to the rack of toys above the bed. Her lust drove her to find some kind of satisfaction there until her mistresses could find some pleasure task for her. She selected a long thin dildo with ridges all up and down its ten hard inches. She greedily stuffed the thing inside her cunt. The ridges sent waves of fire through her limbs as they roughly rode over her clit. As fast as she could she moved the instrument in and out of her hot wet twat. The friction was incredible. like a thousand fire ants inside her cunt all of them stinging and driving her closer and closer to the brink. She came so fast that it surprised her. Her body was learning to respond to the touch like some kind of magic machine. The slightest pressure on her delicate tissues would cause rivers of cunt juice to flow. Jane hammered the thing harder and harder into her cunt. Her lips drew back over her teeth as another orgasm ripped out of her body. Her own cries joined the sounds coming form beside her on the bed as her mistress and her lover thrashed them. Miranda came first. The force of her climax sending the hard wetness of the shaft all the way up her cunt. Karla was not far behind and with a titanic shake of her massive body she bucked and groaned and fell back on the bed the dildo still inside her hot juicy cunt. Neither of them could speak for some minutes. When speech returned to their bodies they rolled together and exchanged a tender moment of murmured endearments and soft girl kisses.
Jane felt left out as she looked at the moist warm pile of twisted arms and legs that was Miranda and Karla. like small child at her parent's bed she crept up between them and insinuated herself into their warmth. They welcomed her and soothed her sweaty forehead with loving strokes and cool firm kisses. Jane felt complete in the massive bed with the beautiful aunt and the brutal Karla.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jane woke up the next morning feeling like she had never felt before. The whole world seemed to be bright and shining like it was brand new She even hummed a little tune as she stood in front of the bedroom mirror and thought about the events of the days. How foolish she had been to think that her aunt and Karla were evil. It seemed like another girl who had resisted their advances and who had tried so foolishly to run away. She turned on the bath and gently lowered herself into the water. It felt warm and fine against the soreness of her cunt and ass. The plugs and dildoes had taken a delightful toll on her genitals. But the heat of her pain only gave her joy. For it was the symbol of her devotion to her aunt who had been so good to her for so long. She soaped herself with thick lather and then rinsed it off. Seeing Karla's straight razor on the soap rack, she got an idea. Leaning back in the tub she lathered up her pussy and began to shave. At first the pull of the blade hurt. But as she moved along and got into the subtle curving of her pubic mound she began to enjoy it. The hot water felt good against the fresh shaven patches of her pussy as she carefully stroked the offending hair from it. How pretty my cunt is she thought. How lovely. So pink and full the lips pursed ready to accept the largest of cocks or the most delicate butterfly kiss. She stroked her cunt to single out any hairs which had escaped her grooming. She wanted everything to be perfect down there for her aunt. Jane had gotten up early to plan how to show her aunt and Karla what a changed person she was. How willing and eager she was to serve. All she wanted was what Miranda had tried to give her all along. Love, and affection and a little touch of discipline.
Her heart beat faster as she ran over the tasty memory of the spanking over and over in her mind.
The fire that had spread out from her bottom had swallowed everything in its path. Inflaming her to a temperature that was so unbelievably hot that she was amazed that she didn't just burst into flames and die on the spot. Her fingers probed around the gentle curves of her pussy and she stroked the sensitive shaven skin. Her mind drifted back over time and thought of all the lovely warm wet things she would do for her mistress.
An idea struck her as she got up out of the bath and began to towel off her body. She looked at her pink and rosy reflection in the mirror. Her tits stood out firmly from her body. Her ribs showed through her pure white skin. Turning she examined the graceful slope of her ass her own reflection beginning to turn her on. She pushed the thoughts of immediate lust from her mind and instead devoted herself to thinking of the thousand wonderful things she would do for her aunt.
Returning to her room she stood before her mirror and tried to decide what to wear. Apparently her actions of the past two days had won back some of the privileges she had so foolishly lost. She picked out a pair of white lace panties and slipped them on. The tight fit of the silk felt wonderful against her skin. The round bulge of her pubis with its thin dividing lips showed clearly through the flimsy fabric. Jane gave a few girlish twists around the room. She felt lighter than air as she danced down the hall to the stairs. She wanted to serve Karla and Miranda breakfast in bed. Walking through the dining room she saw about six of the regulars having a quiet cup of coffee. How pretty they all are she thought. She wanted to rush up and bury her head between their thighs to show them how happy she was to be counted amongst their number. She longed for the hot girl smells. She wanted to kiss and suck each of them until their backs arched and they screamed and convulsed in pleasure. She wanted them to smear her with oils and rub her supple frame till each and every muscles of her body was completely relaxed. She closed her eyes and thought about the sensations of twin dildos inside her. Of the rhythm of life; in and out, in and out.
Her breathing began to get deeper and faster as her own imagination forced her to new visions of lust. One of the brunching women looked at her with a hot lusty gaze. Jane returned it fully.
"How may I serve you mistress?" she asked the full breasted beauty. "What pleasure can I bring you?" The older woman smiled and reached out a red fingernailed hand and cupped her tits. She brushed her lips along the ridges of her nipples giving the rings a gentle tug with her teeth.
"Sit down here," the lesbian directed. Jane cleared a place on the table in front of the woman.
"As you wish mistress."
"Now spread your legs." the older woman directed.
"Yes ma'am," Jane replied and spread her milky thighs as wide apart as she could. The older women gave her a wolfish grin and then picked an ice cube from the glass beside her.
With slow gentle strokes, the woman rubbed the ice up and over her fresh shaven cunt. The cold sent strange new sensations through Jane's body. She gave a shudder as the ice was pressed to the nub of her clit. Her hands moved to manipulate her tits. Once the lesbian had completely iced her cunt she began to tongue it. She pushed her face into Jane's young snatch like it was the last food on earth. The combined sensations of hot and cold forced a deep and lusty growl from somewhere inside the young girl. The lesbian moved her tongue faster and faster. She flicked her skillful tongue over and over the clit. Electric shocks shot through her body as the woman shoved first one ice cube and then more into the delicate opening of her vagina.
"Yes mistress. Yes, yes," she yelled as her cunt sent waves of cold hot pleasure to her brain: "More please more," she begged and rubbed her tits hard. She wanted to fill her mouth with something. The tension in her cunt forced her to.
"Sit on my face," she pleaded to no one in particular. "Fuck my face. I need you on my hot mouth." Her cries so different from any which had ever come from her mouth. "Yes, yes," She moaned some more as the skillful dyke began to remove the ice from her pussy with her tongue. Jane felt strong hands pull her back on the table. Full warm lips enveloped hers and a hot red tongue forced its way into the deep recesses of her mouth. The kisses seemed to go right to the bottom of her very being. Her soul and heart just extensions of the lust which filled her brain. Passion ripped through her as the mouth became a cunt and the sweet taste of women filled her mouth. Her tongue quickly found the button of the woman's clit and trapping it up against the bone of her pelvis she moved her pearl white teeth over its erect surface. The woman responded by grinding her cunt harder into her face. Someone at the table put a pot of honey in her hand. Jane reached up and smeared it over the ass legs and pussy of the woman on top of her. The sticky sweet goo coated her cunt and Jane greedily licked it off.
"Good slave, good slave," the woman intoned as she moved her honey coated cunt over the willing lips and tongue. "My god, I'm coming, I'm coming," she shouted. The hot girl juices poured out to mix with the honey making a pungent sauce for Jane's genital snack.
"It tastes so good," she moaned and licked the rest of the juice from between her legs. The sensations at her cunt were building up. The hot waves of pleasure charged up her legs and made her jerk and spasm like a thing possessed. This made the woman at her cunt go wild. Jane could feel different solid objects go up her snatch but her vision was blocked by the gyrating ass and pussy of the woman on her face. How wonderful it all felt. She could not believe that once she had thought of these wonderful women as some kind of sick and deranged group of animals.
"Harder, ' harder," she demanded and she could feel the wide head of a dildo being fitted to her willing wide cunt. These women were all so willing please her. Always ready to help her up and over the boundaries of her lust and on into the land of screams and pleasure. Now the woman at her cunt began to move the object of her lust faster and faster in and out of her wet cunt. Jane was being driven wild and the force of her passion was so great that she began to bite and chew on the soft inner thighs of the woman on her face. The pleasure was too much for her. She could feel herself begin to slid over the edge and the liquid fire which accompanied her climaxes began to build and build.
"Now, now, now, now," she yelled as if the women did not already know by the wild moving of her hips and the thrashing of her limbs that she was dangerously close to fulfillment.
"Arragh!". she screamed as the lesbian at her cunt began to put the ice to her clit. "Fuck fuck, fuck," was all she could say as the cold and the heat met and ripped the last ounces of come from her cunt.
The woman astride her face gave a guttural grunt and fell back noisily onto the table. Jane screamed once more and gave a galvanic jerk and lay quiet. As the last waves of orgasm passed over her the sound of her own fast beating heart drowned out all noise around her. Jane rolled off the table and retrieved her panties from the place on the floor where they had been carelessly tossed in the heat of passion. Jane felt alive and fulfilled but she still had the most important task of the morning still to perform.
She wanted to prove to her aunt and Karla how much she really did care about them. She wanted to be there in the room when they woke up all clean and sweet smelling with their breakfast on a big silver tray. She wanted to kiss their warm sleeping cunts and tickle them to life with her tongue. She wanted to kiss and suck the beautiful breasts of her aunt. To plant long wet kisses on the large whiteness of Karla's behind.
Jane ran to the kitchen and instructed the cook as to what she wanted. She took the food and the silver tray and arranged it all as nicely as she could. She wanted this to be a special morning. The most special one of her whole life. She wanted to show how full of love she was. How grateful she was to her kind aunt who had given her so much and asked for so little in return
Softly Jane padded into the bedroom on bare feet. Miranda and Karla were still both asleep in the same twisted pile that they had ended up in the night before. As quiet as a mouse Jane walked to her aunt's side of the bed and pulling down the covers gently parted her long thin legs. The beauty of her cunt almost took Jane's breath away. The high mound of her hip bones a jutting contrast to the soft slope of her belly and the lush region of her pubis. The delicate pink lips seemed to smile up at her as she stretched out on the bed so she could kiss and lick them. Carefully so as not to wake her up Jane parted the lips. With the point of her tongue she traced a tiny circle around the redness of her clit. A little tremor passed through Miranda's sleeping body. Her mind responded instinctively to the caress.
Jane ran her tongue over the nub of flesh, and was delighted with the response. Miranda was sexy even when she slept. Her hot juices beginning to flow without her even being awake. Jane loved if. Her mouth worked its magic on her aunt's soft places. Her mind was clear and her heart was full as she paid homage to the lovely snatch. Gently she spread the lips and fed one of her long short nailed fingers into the opening. How hot it was inside there. like some kind of girl furnace. She moved her finger in and out of the juicy slit. Her tongue still lapping gently on the button of her clitoris. Miranda instinctively arched her back to give Jane more room to maneuver. She slipped her finger in and out of the hole wishing she had a big thick cock with which to fill it. She wanted her own thick tube of hot meat to jam deep inside her aunt's special heat. She wanted to draw a big thick penis over the nub of her clit. Then tease and tempt it with the Cyclops eye as it spits, its hot load out into the world. She did the next best thing. Making a tight package out of three of her fingers she shoved them inside.. Miranda gave a little shudder and against the tension of the digits came. Her hot liquid bathing Jane's face as her tongue rode the fast moving button of her clit. As the last of the waves of passion washed over her body Miranda awoke. She looked down at the smiling face of her niece-and immediately knew what was up.
"What a lovely way to wake up," she said obviously moved by her niece's attempt to please her. "And breakfast too," she said as she spied the tray loaded down with the goodies Jane had commandeered from the kitchen. "Would you feed me?" she asked. It was the first time she had ever made a request of her niece. The first time it was not the order of one dominant woman to her slave, but rather a loving woman begging a favor of a kind and sexy friend. Jane replied and bunching up some pillows she placed the tray across her aunt's naked lap.
Jane half filled a coffee cup and brought the steaming liquid to her aunt's lips. This is fun she thought. like having a big baby to take care of. She placed a gentle hand behind her aunt's neck and helped her pour the hot drink into her mouth. A small trickle of coffee slipped out of the corner of Miranda's mouth and Jane quickly reached out her tongue to lick it away. Jane broke a muffin in half and buttered it. Lifting it with the plate beneath to catch the crumbs she fed her aunt the tasty morsel.
"That's good," she said and smiled at her niece. That one smile meant more to Jane than all the gold in the world. It told her that she was giving pleasure to the one person in the world who mattered to her more than anything else. Miranda could sense that Jane wanted her approval badly so she took her pretty face in her hand and planted a soft wet kiss on her willing lips.
"This is the best morning I've ever had," she said, tracing her lips over the forehead and even kissing the tip of her nose. "You've really out done yourself this time." Miranda plucked a grape from the bunch on the tray and put it between her lips. Leaning her head forward she offered the snack to Jane. Smiling Jane put her mouth on that of her aunt and sucked the grape inside.
"Oh auntie I love you." Jane said her emotions getting the better of her.
"And I love you too, That's how it should be between a girl and her aunt. I'd do anything in the world for you and you would do anything in the world for me." Miranda gave her cheek a pat and looked into her eyes. "I'm so glad everything turned out so well. I was afraid the whole thing was just going to be a disaster. I remember when I saw you for the first time that horrible day your parents died. I remember thinking how lovely it would be to have such a pretty and smart young lady around the house to amuse my guests."
"And I remember thinking you were my fairy god mother come down to save me from a life of drudgery."
"And so I am my dear. So I am." Miranda said. "This will go on forever and ever. "Miranda looked over at the deeply breathing form of Karla.
"Shall we wake up Karla and let her enjoy some of this wonderful food?" Miranda asked. Jane nodded her head in hasty agreement. The two women moved to the form of the sleeping lesbian and with one of them on either side began to stroke and massage her squat powerful body. Jane had never realized just how powerful the dyke was. Her shoulders were as broad as those of a full grown man. The muscles of her whip arm were iron hard beneath the coarse texture of her skin. Jane gently kissed one of her large brown nipples. She took the bit of flesh between her teeth and moved her tongue around it in gently expanding circles. Miranda did the same thing on the other side and the two girls locked hands and rubbed them up and down the body of the sleeping giantess.
Jane buried her head in the wide, soft, sweet expanse of flesh. She pushed her face into the soft recesses of her belly. Her tongue licked an erotic trail down the line between her naval and her cunt. Her lips worked slowly at the gates to her cunt and probed a gently growing trail deep inside her pussy. Miranda reached down and spread the legs of her lover wide and began to manipulate her clit as Jane licked and sucked her way around the deep cleft of her cunt. The dual activity at her most sensitive spot made the sleeping women writhe and moan. The warm wet juices began to trickle down onto Jane's cheeks and Miranda leaned over to lick them from her shining face. The two met in a long passionate kiss. Each tasting the sweat and saliva of sexual exertion. Jane moaned loud as her aunt shoved her tongue down her throat. The hard point of it rubbing the roof of her mouth. Jane wanted to suck the wonderful living thing all the way in. She licked it and kissed back as hard as she could. If Miranda needed any proof of her unbridled passion this was it.
Jane fondled her tits and brushed moist fingers up against the naked lips of her cunt.
"So good, so good," she whispered. "Fuck me now, fuck me fast." Jane pushed her aunt back down on the bed and spread her legs. She took her aunt's favorite penis from the rack and began to shove it in and out of her own cunt before Miranda's wide and staring eyes.
"Is this what you want?" she asked as the huge phallus disappeared inside her cunt. "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to shove this up your ass, up your cunt. Is that it." The greed and lust began to show on her formerly girlish face.
"Yes, yes. Please fuck me, please." Jane slid the dildo out from between her legs and placed its large head still dripping with her cunt juice at the gates of her aunt's cunt.
"You want it now?" she asked, savoring the momentary role of master. "Shall I put it here, or here?" She said shoving it first all the way up her cunt then out and into her ass-hole. Miranda was beyond speech. Her desire so strong that it seemed to be a living breathing thing. This was what she had always dreamed of. Having her own flesh and blood to tease and tempt her. To give her the hard throbbing pleasures of the flesh. Jane began to shove the prick in and out. Deeper and deeper inside her aunt until she needed both hands to get it back out of the hungry hole.
"Yes, give me more. Give me more." Miranda yelled. "Fill me up fuck my hot cunt. Kiss it. Yes, that's it. Ahhh!" Her aunt was giving herself over completely to the absolute pleasure at her cunt. Her movements made the bed shake and this disturbed Karla enough to rouse her.
The fog of sleep was still in her eyes as she looked over the scene in bed next to her. It was if they had all never parted. As if this bed was the center of the universe and none of them would ever leave it. She began to move her hand in and out of her own cunt in the rhythm of Miranda's heavy breathing. Doing as much for herself as she could. The dyke jammed whole hand into the gaping hole of her cunt and joined Miranda in panting and moaning. Jane stopped pumping the dildo and pulled it out She plucked Karla's hand aside and inserted the massive plastic member. The tough dyke grunted with the effort of accepting such a large offering so fast. Jane lips found the button of her clit and locked onto it.
Her tongue and lips moved in lightning strokes as Karla moved faster and faster. Miranda reached over and began to tweak and gently twist her nipples in the rough way she liked.
"More, more," the huge women begged and Jane redoubled her efforts with her tongue and lips. Soon the hot cunt contracted and gripped the dildo with steely muscles. Jane removed the dildo and she spread the cheeks of her ass to take in the huge and alien visitor. With one savage thrust she shoved the member in and with Miranda's help rolled the passion dyke onto her stomach.Jane took the riding crop off the rack and forced the blunt handle up the lesbian's hot cunt. Karla grunted as both stiff objects moved faster and faster in and out of her ass hole and pussy.
Jane raised the whip above her head and brought it down with a loud smack on the up turned and cock filled butt. Again she raised it and again she brought it cracking down. Karla seemed to love receiving pain as much as she loved to give it. Jane was really enjoying herself. She felt powerful as she realized the full extent that the two hard core lesbians were in her thrall. She had them hooked on her body and on her lovemaking. Every thing she had ever dreamed of could be hers if only she could keep them hooked on her tender services. Maybe her aunt would buy her her own love slave. One she could degrade and use with abandon. Some one who would eat her breakfast from her cunt and call her mistress. Perhaps she could have a boy as well. It would be nice to have a stiff hard cock available all the time. To suck and lick until the hot white magic juice spurted out onto her face and hair. She thought of the delicious feeling as John had pumped hot ribbons of come into her mouth down her throat. So much that it spilled out over her tits and warmed her nipples.
"Oh my god," Karla shouted and her whole body lifted up off the bed like she was going to jump right through the roof. "Yes, yes, yes, Look out here it comes." She screamed and the hot wet pussy juices spilled out onto the silk sheets. Miranda lay back against the pillows and took a plum from the tray. Karla looked up but could not move. So total was her fatigue of lust.
"Good morning." Miranda said to her smiling "It's so nice to have a girl around the house.
CHAPTER NINE
It seemed to Jane that the fun never stopped. She spent so much time in that big bed taking and giving pleasure that her whole life seemed to revolve around its silk covered immensity. She was having a wonderful time. All the ladies were hungry for her attention and she had become so skilled in the arts of lesbian love that her status was now far above that of a lowly love slave. Her tongue had become a devastating machine of lust. If she allowed it she would have the cunt of one of the women pressed hard against her lips every minute of the day.
Breakfast in bed had become sort of a household tradition and now Karla and Miranda could not seem to face the day without being woken up in some creative erotic manner by the young girl. Jane loved her work. She loved to feel the hot liquid run down her chin as she forced some lovely women up and over the brink of ecstasy. Her closets were full of wonder dresses and Karla had given her her own leather suit. She loved the way the tanned hide felt against her skin and loved the way her ass and tits looked shoved up hard against the rough fabric.
Her aunt had told her that today would be a special one and Jane couldn't wait. Perhaps she would get her own dildo. A big one maybe one of the new kind with a set of balls that she could fill with hot liquid and spurt out by squeezing the sack. Her mind turned over all the wonderful gifts she might get. A whip perhaps a long bullwhip like that one Karla had used when she tried to escape so many weeks ago. She couldn't imagine what had been going through her mind when she had tried to do that. This life was so good, so warm and fulfilling. Doing women's work for women. That was living. Everyday when she got out of bed she could look forward to learning some new erotic trick. Some new game to play and some new girls to play it with. How full and how exciting life was. The grand old house was alive with joy and lesbian love. Miranda said that it was all because of her.
Jane felt proud that she had brought so much happiness to her aunt. She was such a kind and wonderful person that it was easy to serve her. Even Karla had warmed up and now they sometimes took part in games together. One of the favorites was to line up the servants and see who could make one come first. The rules were simple no hands were allowed and only the mouth and lips could be used. It was good practice Jane thought for her skills as a love maker were of great importance to her aunt and so to her as well. Whatever Miranda wanted was what Jane wanted. As it should be I between aunt and niece.
The entire household, servants, and friends included seemed like one big happy family to Jane. In some ways it was the only family she could remember. like all the people she had known before and places she had been no longer existed. Her mother and father were just two marble headstones in her mind. No flesh and blood people, no love, and no memories other then those involving the funeral and the first arrival of Aunt Miranda. How odd not to have any memory of people with whom she had lived for sixteen years. If she tried real hard she could see her mother's face but try as she would to preserve it, it just grew fainter and fainter as it was overshadowed by the glowing wonder of her new life. Her new life. She was indeed a new girl. Her hair was cut short now. Karla had done it and she liked the way it made her look older. She could still play the little girl but rarely did so any more. Being an adult was so much more fun. Adults could indulge their passions and now Jane was one of them. If she wanted she could lock herself away and soak all day in the bathtub. Trying out new and more exotic soaps and oils that would keep her skin sweet and soft for her demanding public. They all waited to see what new smells and tastes were lurking inside her panties.
"What a lucky girl you are," she said to her reflection in the mirror as she applied a touch of rouge to her nipples and tits. How big they had grown under the constant manipulation and attention.
Jane had developed a growing number of very civilized tastes. In fact the things she was learning at the hands of the women were all the most sophisticated things. She learned from Madam Lee how to make tea and serve it in a lesbian version of her country's most ancient ceremony. This lesson was one of Jane's favorites. She loved to dress up in the huge silk robe that Lee had given to her. She felt elegant as she padded softly about the mansion in the soft black slippers.
"When serving the tea," Madam Lee had instructed. "One must pay careful attention to the temperature of the water and of the pot." She showed Jane the way to heat the pot and the water and then pour one into the other. She showed the young girl how to be properly quiet and humble while one prepared the ceremony and how one never sought to impress one's guest.
Jane couldn't wait to try her new skill out on her aunt. Miranda loved all the finer things in life and so was sure to enjoy the event. Jane got up early one day and began to make the preparations. She took over one of the small rooms at the back of the mansion and forbade anyone to violate her privacy at all. Inside she first began to give everything a through cleaning. Lee had taught her a fetish for shining surfaces and personal cleanliness. She had given her herbs and incense to burn to purify the air and certain ancient oriental secrets to douse her pussy and make it pure and sweet.
After the room was swept, mopped and all cleaned up Jane surveyed the scene with some satisfaction.
"My word," she said. "Auntie will be so pleased." Then with a quiet little tune on her lips Jane started to decorate. She went outside and pulled fresh tree limbs off to give the room the proper natural look. She piled a bunch of pine boughs in the center of the room and put a large flat stone on it to serve as the table.
Next she set up the little charcoal brazier in the big open space ofke.
When the room pleased her newly discerning eye she began to scrub and polish the bone china tea set that the lesbian had given her. She had received so many nice things since she had come to live with her aunt Miranda. Her clothes, her huge bed with its satin sheets, beautiful jewels and rings for her nipples and and cunt. All manner of sweet little gifts, everything a girl could want. Jane thought about how pleased Miranda would be when she saw all the little details she had planned. She had all the little toys and devices that her aunt loved to use.
When Miranda arrived around three she was overcome at the sight of the room.
"It looks so lovely my dear."
"All for you my mistress."
"Now Jane I told you, you don't have to be so formal anymore." Her aunt gave her a reassuring little pat on the behind. Her hand brushed quickly over the taut silk of the robe and her heart beat a little faster.
"Auntie you sit here." Jane indicated a large tasteful clump of pillows before the little stone and pine table. "And I will serve you."
Miranda sat down and made herself comfortable. Jane scurried over to the other side of the room taking little tiny steps just as Madam Lee would. The Japanese woman seemed as if she moved with no physical effort. She seemed to "glide gracefully over the surface of the earth. Jane so wanted to have that grace and style. Trying to come as close to that perfection as she could Jane came back earring a bowl of hot water. Kneeling at her Mistress' feet she removed the little slippers her aunt was wearing and slowly bathed her feet.
Jane stroked the delicate pink limbs with gentle loving motions. She pressed specially heated towels to the rough heels and soles. Miranda groaned as the subtle pleasure creeping up her legs and making her cunt begin to sweat. Jane massaged the feet. First the right and then the left. Her hands rubbed each little toe and as she dried them she put warm soft kisses over them.
"It feels so good my dear," Miranda said through relaxed lips. '"You have become so skillfull. Better then I had ever hoped for."
"It's all because of you mistress." Jane lay her head in her lap. "I would be nothing without you."
"And I would be lost without you," Miranda said stroking the short black hair. "You are my only one." Miranda reached down and turned her niece's face up to hers. She kissed her full lips passionately. Her hands dipped down and fondled the firmness of her tits beneath the smooth silk. Jane gave a little shudder as her aunt's hands circled her tits. The points of her nipples seemed to be red hot as they stood out to greet the fingers. Gently Miranda kissed the girl. And softly she ran her hands up and down the silky insides of her robe. Her skin was smooth and warm. Her flesh and mind ready and waiting to fulfill her every erotic wish.
She kissed Jane harder. Parting her teeth with her tongue and licking around the inside of her delectable mouth.
"Yes mistress, yes, yes," Jane said through hot lips. "Kiss me harder." Miranda complied with the sexy request and shoved her active tongue deeper into her mouth. Miranda's hands sought the warm wet reaches of Jane's cunt. Her skilled fingers parted the pink lips of her pussy and sent one digital messenger of lust inside the red-hot gates. Jane gave a little squirm and said. "The tea."
"The tea will keep. First things first." Miranda pulled her up onto her lap and turned her to face her. She opened up the robe and pushed it to the side. She looked at her firm young tits and felt a hunger deep in her soul. A flash of lust like a red hot poker up her cunt. Miranda kissed her hard. She drew her hot pink tongue over the ridge line of her jaw. Down the side of her neck and onwards to the hill of her pert breasts.
"Kiss me with your hot mouth. Yes, kiss me." Jane moaned as the attentions of her aunt made her hot. "My god, I want your hot body."
Jane began to move against the warm softness of her aunt's hands. She spread her legs wide and ground the new wetness of her pussy against the hillock of Miranda's knee.
"That's right, that's right," she moaned as the kneecap dug into the nub of her clit. "Fuck me faster," she demanded. Jane had been becoming more and more bold sexually. Her needs and wants becoming only too clear to her. Her relationship with her aunt had progressed to the point where her wants were as stimulating to her as her own. Miranda loved to find new, exciting ways to drive Jane wild with lust and passion. She constantly looked for new ways to make the lava rivers of her cunt run. Jane was like a huge untapped natural resource. The bounty of her body to be carefully nurtured and developed. It would have been such a waste to have used her up all at once and then thrown the empty husk away.
Jane was moving faster now on her bony throne. Her hand shot down, fought its way up into her aunt's hot cunt. Miranda jutted her pelvis out to accept the hand. Jane's finger found the point of her clit and began to make slow concentric circles over it. Miranda squirmed. Her own fingers dug deeper into Jane's yielding flesh. Her hot digits poking and probing for all they were worth. Miranda moved her hands inside Miranda's silk shirt. Her cunt wet fingers capturing the nipple of her right breast and pinching it. The hot stab of pain spurred Miranda on.
Jane slid her hot cunt down the length of Miranda's leg and lifted up her skirt. Jane ran her tongue down one side of her aunt's long silky leg. Her tongue traced a hot wet trail down the hard line of her shin bone. She ducked it around the bulge of her ankle and slowly kissed her way back up the inside of her thigh. Miranda groaned. The gentle touch was driving her wild and Jane could smell the first flows of hot cunt juice. She lifted her face to the door of passion and began to lick the bald mound of Miranda's pussy. The soft pink folds quivered under the gentle touch of the tongue. The pussy juice flowed out and covered Jane's face in a shiny mask.
Jane spread the lips of the cunt with one hand and placed a saliva wet thumb on the button of her aunt's clit. A feeling like an electric shock ran through Miranda's body. She sagged back in her chair and made low gurgling noises.
Jane knew just how to get to her.
"Is it good?" she asked in a little girl voice. Her aunt liked that. Her favorite weekend game was mother daughter. She would dress in old fashioned clothes and Jane would put on a wig with pigtails and pretend to be a very bad girl. Then her mother would have to spank her. But that was never the end of it. The game ended when father came home. Karla played the father. She would take one look at the scene on the bed and be forced to fuck them both soundly for their crimes. Jane liked that part. She even had begun to enjoy the spanking. It was never hard enough to draw blood and was good clean fun. The heat of the hand slapping her big lush behind drove her crazy. The sound of flesh against-flesh-was enough in itself to make her start to swell and groan.
"Is your slave pleasing you, mistress?" she asked poking a thin finger into the hard opening of her ass. "Is that right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Was all her aunt could say as she moved her finger and tongue more quickly. She put her tongue as far up her aunt's pleasure hole as she could. The thick liquid of her hot lust tasted good. Her cunt smelled fresh and clean like the ocean. Sometimes in the back of her mind she thought of eating pussy as going to the beach. If you put you ear to a cunt you could almost hear the waves.
When she had told that to Miranda she had laughed. There was a lot of laughter around the mansion these days. The long cool nights of summer had given way to the cold and lusty air of fall. Jane loved to walk in the garden with its trees turning all the colors of the rainbow. It was there that she had fucked outside for the first time. She had been down walking by the river. A gentle curving stream really, picking flowers before the first frost could harm them. She recalled thinking how long they would last pressed between the pages of a book. like the dreams of her girlhood they could stay locked away. The feeling of the ground beneath her feet made her happy. She loved to walk among nature's joys. For her aunt had told her often enough that she was one of them. That made her feel good too. To be like a bird or a flower. A natural part of the world whose beauty and sensuality comes from deep inside.
A girl she had never seen before was sitting by the south bend of the stream. She was dressed all in white and was even wearing a huge brimmed hat. Her long blonde hair shone in the sun. Her full figure was pleasing in the white frock. It made her tits and ass stand out. She looked so good Jane wanted to walk right up and bury her face between those tits and lick the hot red nipples. She wanted to push her down and kiss the hot place of her ass. The girl looked up and saw her. Without a word she stood up and faced Jane. Jane was inexorably drawn to her. The girl in white extended a pale delicate hand. Jane remembered that she could see the blue of her veins as she took that offered paw. Jane turned it over and stared at the palm. She pressed her lips to the heart line and kissed it. The young girl seemed to like it. She seemed to like that. Her eyes closed and she gave a gentle little sigh.
"Who are you?" Jane asked pressing the hand to her tits. "Do you live around here?"
"My name is Shawn." That was all the girl in white would say. Jane tried to ask her more questions but the woman in white silenced her with a kiss. Jane savored the cool fresh taste of her mouth. It was like a fresh spring day between her lips. The tastes were clean and girlish. A hint of mint perhaps and a touch of musty odor of lust. The girl pulled Jane hard against her body. Jane was wild with desire. This stranger was so beautiful. Jane ran her hands over the lush curve of her ass and spread her cheeks. Her tongue worked frantically around the inside of the young woman's mouth.
She took a step back and looked Jane right in the eye. She slipped her hands behind her back and undid the series of hooks which closed her dress. With the fire of lust in her eye she pulled the white garment down off her shoulders. The dress came off her hips and she stepped out. She hung the garment on the tree and lay back in the cool green grass of the river bank. Jane took one look at the lush white body dressed only in a thin filmy slip and felt as if her insides turned to liquid. All the bone and solid flesh of her young body turned to lust and flowed down to escape from her pussy. Jane stripped off her own clothes and stood naked and proud before the girl.
The blonde picked up a flower from the bunch that Jane had dropped in her rush to get naked. She pressed the bloom of the daisy to her cunt and ran the flower gently over the lips of her exposed cunt. Jane, choose a yellow flower and pressed to her face. She took the stem of the bud between her teeth and bent over the blonde. She worked the blossom over the hillock of her pussy.
"Do you like butter?" she asked as she pressed her lips to the wispy blonde hair of the stranger's cunt.
"Unhh," the blonde girl said as the hot tip of Jane's tongue brushed the hot nub of he her clit. It was a big fat piece of flesh. Almost as big as the penis of a young boy. Jane took this between her teeth and gave a tug. The blonde woman sighed and a river of sweet, clean cunt juice flowed out. Jane was surprised at how easily the young girl came. Her merest touch seemed to run through her body like a living thing. The blonde girl's hands reached down and pulled Jane's naked body to her breast. She held her head in her cool hands and placed hot kisses on her willing lips. Jane reached down and pushed the silk slip the girl was wearing up around her neck. With quick moving hands she caressed her tits. The huge white globes shook and quivered as the blonde was moved by passion.
"Are you real?" Jane asked as she pressed the hot wet hole of her mouth to her rosy nipples. "Is this a dream?" she asked the world around her. As if in answer the blonde girl gave a shake and came again. The embrace of her passion almost squeezing the air right out of Jane's body.
For hours the two women tossed and turned in the throes of passion. Each exchanging tender kisses and the hot and lusty touches of their desire. Jane buried her head in the girl's snatch and licked and chewed for dear life. The pounding of the blonde's hips against the dirt in her response to Jane's genital assault drove her to greater heights of lust. She turned to sit facing the girl and then pressed her own hot cunt against the lips of the other's. A hot wet sound could be heard as the two thrust their cunts into each other.
Jane thought of the afternoon often. She was never sure who the blonde girl was. Or even where she came from. But for several days before the weather turned to cold for outdoor sports she would walk along that river hoping to meet the horny stranger once more.
Miranda moved her hips faster and faster pressing the hot furnace of her pussy into the steaming cauldron of Jane's ever-willing mouth. Her niece played up on her cunt like a maestro at the piano. Her lips and tongue and teeth all making up a skilled and professional orchestra.
"Yes my darling. Yes!" she screamed as the rapidity of the tongue bath on her clit was too much. Her entire body lifted up out of the chair and spasmed hard against Jane's face. As her aunt fought with the spreading waves of orgasm, Jane reached down and pulled out a dildo. This she drove deep into the convulsing hole. In and out she moved the phallus. She speared Miranda hard and true on the point of the device. As she fucked her with the false penis she also applied more pressure to her clit with her thumb and lips. The results were impressive. Miranda began to have one long distended orgasm instead of the many tiny ones which was normal. The hot juice simply poured out of her pussy. So much in fact that it ran down Jane's chin in a river of lust and dripped off her swaying breasts onto the rug.
Jane increased the tempo and the pressure of her tongue. Miranda began to writhe and moan. Her lust crazed hands finding Jane's shorn tresses and holding on in a death grip of passion. Jane extended a finger and dug it roughly into her lover's ass-hole. Her attack was greeted by another of the girl quakes that were passing though Miranda. Finally Miranda gave a sound that was like a death rattle. It started deep in the back of her throat and came out in a deep guttural groan of pleasure..
"AAARRGGHHH!" she screamed. "My cunt, my cunt, my . ... " Jane had never seen her aunt so totally wild. Her hands worked on her head like she was trying to force her entire upper body into the hot wetness of her cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she repeated the strength of her lust so strong that she was unable to control herself.
When it was all over and Jane wiped the sweating woman dry and cleaned the wetness of her cunt and ass the sun was setting. They had taken all day about their task and never even got around to serving the tea. The little charcoal brazier glowed in the corner of the room. The little stray bits of fire the same orange red as Miranda's sex flushed features.
"I love you, Jane," she said, cupping her face in one strong hand. "I will always love you. You are everything to me. My whole life. My whole world." Jane almost cried when she heard those words. She could count on her fingers the number of times she had been told she was loved. It made her feel ten feet tall and stronger than god. Miranda the very embodiment of all she wanted to be loved her. Jane lay uer head in her aunt's warm lap and closed her eyes. The whole thing seemed like a dream and her steady breathing soon soothed her so. The deep rhythm of her relaxation lulled her. It rocked her as a all things did that went in and out, in and out. The very rhythm of life she thought to herself as she fell asleep the weight of her lusty labors too much to bear. Miranda lay back in the: chair and enjoyed the quiet of the twilight. She was planning a very special surprise for Jane tonight.
* * *
Miranda thought Jane was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen as she came down the sweeping staircase. Her long blue dress was flattering to every curve and subtle girl like shift of her terrain. Jane was overwhelmed by the trouble her aunt had gone to. The entire party was just for her. All the guests would be coming all dressed in thier finest clothing just to show how much they cared. It was her coming out party and everyone would be there. Jane could not catch her breath with all the excitement. Her little heart seemed like it was going to jump clean out of her body and do a little dance.
Miranda had helped her dress. She had had the frock made for Jane in the city as a surprise. Underneath she wore practically nothing for any under garments, as nice as they might be, were just a whole lot of trouble when one got right down to it. It was always best to have a clear passage to her cunt she found out. It cut down the time it took to get things going in the right direction. Miranda and Jane had spent the whole day together and because of this Karla was in a foul mood.
Refusing to join them in a bath or anything.
"Don't you worry about old sourpuss. She's just jealous because she isn't young and sweet. We shall make it up to her later." Jane felt a little bad that Karla was sulking in her room on the most important night of her life. But it was just like the lesbian to get ticked off when she wasn't the absolute center of attention.
"Isn't there anyway we can get her to come down?" Jane said. "It won't be the same without her."
"I know, dear," Miranda replied "But we can't spend all our time trying to get her out of the bedroom. We have our guests to think of Miranda was right of course. Karla would come down when the boredom of solitude reached her. Jane knew it was all just an act. A childish bid for sympathy.
Jane looked at the reflection in the mirror. She and her aunt looked more and more alike as Jane filled out in fine womanly splendor. Nothing could be happier than to share a common face with Miranda.
"Look, look how much we look alike," she said. "Just like mother and daughter, Miranda said and smiled. "My very own little girl," she said and hugged her niece to her breast. Miranda kissed her, the cool softness of her lips bending her spirit.
The two women kissed and ran their hands passionately over one another.
"Now, now, let's not get carried away, dear," Miranda said grudgingly pushing her niece away. "We don't want to mess up your pretty dress now do we?" Jane was forced to agree. It wouldn't be long before they each could have their pick of beautiful girls. Jane wondered what kind of presents she would be getting. Miranda had told her to expect all sorts of wonderful toys to play with. It was some kind of tradition amongst the group. If one of them had a young girl who had taken to the training and had worked her way up from the lowly position of passion slut then they would give her a coming out party. An anniversary to remember for the rest of her life. It was the day that the girl became a woman. And who better to usher her into her new womanly life then the most female females of all.
"I'm so excited auntie." Jane said. "I feel like I have to pee all the time." Miranda laughed.
"You're just nervous that's all. I remember my party. I was so young and so full of life. Just like you are now. In fact you remind me very much of myself at your age. I can remember the first taste of pussy like it was only yesterday."
Miranda's eyes got misty as her mind swept back over the years and she was a little girl again. She was fifteen and all alone. Her parents had died as well and left her a lot of money. She was scared and lonely and all she had in the world was her nanny. The dry skinned old woman was not beautiful, although from the pictures Miranda found in her dresser, she had been once. She remembered sitting in the rocking chair, the gentle rhythm back and forth lulling her senses. She had first become aware of her own sexuality as her guardian had slipped a gently probing hand inside the warmth of her panties and gently stroked her
That first time all she had done was gently pass her dry light fingers over the outer lips. She never parted them and never poked her fingers deep inside the hot wet young sweet cavern of her pussy. That night as she had lain in bed she had savored the memory of that gentle caress. Her own fingers rubbed her clit and spread her lips wide and began to drive deep inside. Miranda's hands strayed down to her cunt as she thought about the first bitter sweet days of her lesbian youth. Soon she was learning how to suck and lick her nanny's gray rimmed cunt to perfection.
"Shall we go downstairs?" Jane said gently drawing her aunt out of her memory filled revery. "The guests will arrive any moment and I want to greet them all."
"Of course my dear," Miranda said. They left the bedroom and went downstairs.
The servants were all lined up waiting for them. Each was wearing a G-string and nothing more. Jeweled dog collars completed the outfits. Miranda led Jane by in a quick review of the troops. They would each slip a testing finger into their cunts to make sure they were all properly lubricated. They didn't want their party guests to have a rough time. Jane hefted the balls of one of the male servants and felt its weight. She whispered something to Miranda and laughed. The servants prick began to stand up tall under Jane's erotic pressure. Its little red head grew bigger and peeked up out of the little pouch of cloth. Jane tickled the head with her fingers. It grew bigger. Jane could not resist. Carefully kneeling so as not to wrinkle her dress she lowered her head over the thick shaft. The cock tasted good. It filled her mouth and she loved it. Jane lifted her hand up and squeezed his balls gently. His legs shook in a spasm of lust. Jane took more and more of the cock into her mouth until finally she bobbed her head up and down taking it all the way in. The hot wet pressure was too much for him and he shot white hot ribbons of come down the back of her throat.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," he said. it pleased Jane to be called that.
"It's quite all right," Jane said. "If I didn't like come. I wouldn't suck cock." She smiled up and wiped the last of cream off his cock and licked it down.
Jane was still not satisfied. This was her special night and right now she wanted to eat as much cock as she could. She moved down the line to the next male servant. He knew what she wanted and already his prick was stiff.
"How lovely," she then said as she bent her head over its length. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Miranda kneel before the next male and take the stiffening shaft of his penis in her mouth.
"Let's see who can make these big strong men come faster," she said. A girlish game. One of the many she enjoyed.
"Are you ready. " Jane asked. Getting a few early licks in. "On your marks, get set, SUCK!" She yelled and the race was under way. The two males thought they had died and gone to heaven. Their eyes bulged big as the two beautiful mistresses put incredible action to their mental health.
Up and down the two heads bobbed in unison. Jane and Miranda exchanging little looks of girlish glee as the thick cocks went deep inside their throats.
"Murffle," Jane sputtered as the hugeness of his cock strained her lips. She ran her tongue hard over the bulging vein of her cock and sent tremors of lust through his body. He moaned.
Beside her, Miranda was pumping hard with her mouth and hand.
"That's not fair. You can't use your hands. This is a blow job contest, not a community jerk off." Miranda stuck out her tongue at her.
"I can do what I want and so can you." She plunged the cock back into her mouth. The servant began to shake as the first signs of impending goo appeared. "Cheater, cheater." Jane taunted as the cock Miranda had in her mouth began to jerk in the first spasms of orgasm.
By the time all the guests arrived, the party was in full swing. Jane kissed each of the women as they went by and thanked them for all the lovely gifts they brought. From one, she got the nicest set of Ben Wa balls. She tried them immediately and they felt wonderful inside her cunt. The sliding motion was indescribably delicious. She got a full set of nipple and cunt rings. One for each day of the week and two extras for special occasions. She fitted the best of these into the holes in her tits and even though no one could see them, it felt good to know they were there.
