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Be Careful What You Wish For
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A mother and her teenage daughter become slaves to the 
family next door. (MFf, reluc, bi, exh, 1st, oral)

***

To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you.

I find myself in a very strange situation. And it is 
becoming stranger by the day. It began shortly after 
our new neighbors moved in next door. They did an 
extensive and expensive update on the house and grounds 
before moving in, to include a large, beautifully 
landscaped swimming pool and a hot tub. We, my daughter 
and I, followed the progress as the house was updated 
and the pool put in, and wondered what the new owners 
would be like for a couple of months before they 
finally moved in and we got to meet them.

I am Amanda Horn, everyone calls me Mandy. My daughter 
is Lynn. That is actually her middle name, she prefers 
it. I am twenty eight and my daughter is fourteen. From 
that I suppose that you can infer that I was not very 
careful about birth control when I was my daughter's 
age. The love of my life, the boy that knocked me up, 
swore that he would be in my daughter's life. He 
promised that we would marry after high school, and 
raise our daughter and be a happy normal couple. He 
lied. I had that on a t-shirt once, "Boys lie!"

I wasn't that upset when he disappeared about a year 
after the baby was born. By then I had learned the 
difference between true love and hormones. What we had 
was not true love. In fact, by the time Lynn was a year 
old he just plain irritated the hell out of me. It 
would have been nice if he could have helped out 
financially from time to time, but from what I have 
heard, he doesn't have anything and never will. I am 
better off with him totally out of my life, and so is 
Lynn.

I dropped out of school when I was six months pregnant. 
But after Lynn was old enough to spend the day between 
child care and with my mother I went back and got my 
diploma. Then I got a couple of jobs and put myself 
through the local community college at night. Now I 
make enough money so that I can afford to buy a nice 
house and we have a late model car. I have a good shot 
at continuing to work my way up the ladder where I work 
and, all in all, my future is looking pretty good. 

The only dark cloud on my horizon is that strange 
situation that I mentioned with my neighbors. When they 
first moved in it was like I had an instant best 
friend. Steve and Carol Crosby and their teenage son, 
Kevin who was a year older than Lynn, were attractive, 
intelligent, and personable and I enjoyed every moment 
with them. 

In almost no time at all I found myself confiding my 
deepest, darkest secrets to Carol. It wasn't until much 
later that I realized that it had been a very one sided 
conversation. She would say all of the appropriate 
things to keep me talking, but revealed very little 
about herself. She was just so much fun to be around 
and so easy to talk to that I was never really aware 
that she was just drawing me out. It was probably a 
month before I realized that she knew everything about 
me, and I knew very little about her or her family.

Lynn and I were welcome to use their pool and we used 
it frequently. They all dressed in the skimpiest of 
swim wear, and Lynn seemed to be in a competition with 
them to see who could display more flesh around the 
pool. I wore my sexy little bikini, but nothing any 
woman my age wouldn't wear to the local community pool. 
I thought my suits were pretty risqué, but I was 
constantly teased for wearing such conservative 
bikinis.

Our conversations were often full of sexual innuendos, 
at first. The more time we spent with them the more 
sexual the conversations would become. I wouldn't have 
minded if it was just between the adults, but the kids 
were often a part of those conversations, and that 
sometimes made me uncomfortable.

Within days of their moving in, I would get home from 
work to find Lynn was over at their pool nearly every 
evening. I tried to tell her not to overdo it, not to 
make a pest of herself. But they insisted that they 
loved having her around and she enjoyed being there. I 
didn't want to say that the way their son was acting 
around her was making me nervous. I didn't want her to 
end up like me, pregnant at fourteen. Even though she 
was still a virgin, I talked it over with our doctor 
and we decided to put her on the pill. I tried to 
stress that it was just a precaution, not permission to 
have sex. I really had mixed emotions about that 
decision.

One Saturday morning about a month after they had moved 
in I was next door, sitting in the kitchen talking with 
Carol, when the conversation took a very strange turn. 
Steve had just transferred here from his company's home 
office to take over the local branch, and he had a 
month off to move in and get set up. So he was nearly 
always home. But today Steve and Kevin were out and Lyn 
was at home getting ready to go to the mall with 
several of her girlfriends. It was just me and Carol 
and out of the blue she asked, "How well do you know 
yourself?"

I wasn't sure what to say to that. I thought about it 
for a moment. I wasn't sure what she was getting at. I 
answered, "I don't know, as well as anyone I suppose. I 
never really thought about it."

She stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Steve 
and I were talking about you last night. We both 
noticed something about you and I was wondering if you 
were aware of it."

That piqued my curiosity, but she was being so serious 
that I was almost afraid to see where this was going. 

She was sitting across from me at the kitchen table and 
we were sipping her gourmet coffee and she asked, "Are 
you aware that you are a submissive?"

I felt the blood drain from my face as soon as she 
asked that. I knew what she was talking about. I knew 
because my sex life consisted of reading stories I 
found on the internet and masturbating. I loved stories 
about women being forced to submit. Stories about mind 
control and blackmail and even rape got me so fucking 
hot that I couldn't stand it. It wasn't that I wanted 
those things to happen to me. I certainly didn't want 
to be raped.

But in the realm of fantasy, in the safety of my own 
room, they really turned me on. Lately, I had even been 
daydreaming about it at work, wondering what it would 
be like to be used like the women in those stories. I 
wondered what it would be like to be humiliated and 
exposed, drawn out of my conservative little shell. I 
almost wished that it would happen, almost.

But how did they know?! I thought back, analyzing the 
way I behaved. I couldn't think of a single thing that 
I had done or said that would give anyone the 
impression that I found the idea of being dominated and 
sexually used and abused to be highly erotic. But they 
had not been the first to realize that about me. I 
guess I must be doing something subconsciously that the 
right people could detect.

I suddenly returned to the present and told Carol that 
she was out of her mind. But even as I tried to 
convince her, I remembered one of the few dates that I 
had been on since Lynn was born. In the fourteen years 
since her birth I had been out with three men. Guys all 
seem to assume that if you are a single mother then you 
are easy. The first two men that I went out with were 
set ups. Blind dates arranged by a friend. 

I went out with both of them once and was bored to 
tears by both of them. The high point of my dates had 
been when they dropped me off and I was back in my 
house and could take a deep breath and relax again. 
They both seemed to assume that after dinner and a 
movie we would end up in bed. They were wrong. I had 
felt absolutely no attraction to them.

It isn't that they weren't attractive, or charming. But 
I just had too much baggage of my own I suppose. I just 
wasn't comfortable with them and I didn't really know 
that much about dating. I had only dated a few times 
when I was fourteen. Now, fourteen years later, I 
didn't know how to behave as an adult on a date.

The third man that I dated was different. He had been 
older. He was in his mid thirties. I had met him at a 
coffee shop near my office. We had spoken several times 
and he was handsome and big and strong and a really 
'take charge' kind of guy. When he asked me out it was 
almost like I didn't have a choice. 

He somehow got me to agree to go out with him before I 
even realized that I was doing it. But as soon as I 
realized that we were going on a date I started 
imagining him as the man in my internet fantasies. I 
would sit at my computer and download a story and read 
it and picture him as the dominant male in the story. 
He really fit the part.

As it turned out, he fit the part all too well. He took 
me to dinner and we went dancing and for most of the 
evening he was a perfect gentleman. Towards the end he 
would sit closer to me in the booth when we had 
finished a dance and were sipping our drinks. The club 
was loud and he would put his arm around me and lean 
over and talk loudly in my ear, which was the only way 
to communicate in there. And it felt good to have a big 
dominant man sitting beside me with his arm around me.

When we finally left the club he invited me back to his 
house to have some coffee and talk. We had not really 
been able to talk at the club and I did want to get to 
know him better. I emphasized that I was just going to 
talk. I had no intention of going any farther than that 
on a first date. 

He said that he understood and we went to his home and 
he made coffee and despite his assurances the wrestling 
started almost immediately. I soon decided that I 
needed to get out of there and I stood up and demanded 
that he take me home.

He stood up and I thought that he was going to do just 
that. But as soon as I turned my back on him he grabbed 
me and wrapped his large, strong arms around me and 
carried me down the hall to his bedroom. I struggled 
all the way and demanded that he let me go. I 
threatened to call the police, I threatened to scream. 
He just ignored me. 

He tossed me down on his bed and said, "You can 
struggle if it makes you feel better. But you are 
getting laid tonight. The harder you struggle, the 
harder it is going to be on you. I can tear your 
clothes off if you would prefer. But one way or 
another, your clothes are coming off and I am going to 
fuck you."

He undressed me as if I were a doll. I let him do what 
he wanted; I knew that I couldn't fight him off. But I 
wasn't going to help him. The thing was, as that 
arrogant man leaned down over me and slowly undressed 
me he was obviously enjoying himself as he bared my 
body and explored it. And as my clothes were coming off 
I found myself thinking about those stories I read on 
the computer and getting excited. 

He turned me over easily and unzipped the little black 
dress that I had bought just for this date and then he 
rolled me back over onto my back and pulled my dress 
down and slid it off of me easily. He paused to look at 
me in my black, strapless bra and black bikini panties 
and I saw in his face how much he liked what he saw.

He started to turn me back over then, but saw that my 
bra had a front closure and he struggled with the clasp 
for a moment before he finally got it open and bared my 
breasts. For the first time in almost ten years a man 
was looking at, and then touching, my breasts. His 
hands were large and strong, but he really knew what he 
was doing. I had to fight desperately to keep from 
letting him see how excited I was becoming. 

He explored my breasts for several minutes. Caressing 
them and then teasing and pinching my nipples. I felt 
waves of pleasure wash over me as he worked my nipples. 
The shock waves seemed to flow directly to my pussy 
from my nipples. I found myself groaning, unable to 
control it. I could only hope that he thought it was 
pain, not pleasure making me groan.

One of his large hands continued to maul my breasts as 
his other hand slid down over my panties and rubbed my 
pussy through the silky material. There was no hiding 
my reaction when his fingers touched my pussy though. 
My hips came up off the bed and I thought to myself, 
"Jesus! What am I, a bitch in heat?!"

I was really upset with myself for reacting to his 
touch. I was being raped for Christ's sake! I had my 
eyes closed, unable to look at him as he undressed me. 
But I opened them as he rubbed my pussy. I looked him 
in the eye and saw that look on his arrogant face. He 
knew that he was getting to me and it made me just that 
much madder, and that much more turned on. I couldn't 
ignore how much like my fantasies this evening was 
turning out to be.

He knelt between my legs which were hanging off of the 
side of the bed and he spread them open and pulled my 
butt closer to the edge. I felt his tongue lapping at 
the crotch of my panties and I gasped at the sensation. 
It took my breath away. He was toying with me and it 
made me furious. But I was putty in his hands and now 
we both knew it.

He stopped licking the crotch of my underwear and 
covered my pubic area with his mouth and blew his warm 
breath through my underwear which seemed to have the 
effect of superheating his breath. I had my first 
orgasm then, my first of many that night.

He finally peeled my panties slowly down my legs and 
for the first time in my life I felt a tongue on my 
pussy. I hated him at that moment, but god damn that 
felt good. I was humiliated in so many ways at that 
moment. I was humiliated about being undressed by a man 
for the first time since I was fourteen. This all 
happened about five years ago, when I was twenty-three. 
So it had been almost ten years since I had been 
touched by a man, or undressed by a man. And I had 
never had oral sex. Fourteen year old boys don't eat 
pussy. Or at least they didn't when I was fourteen.

But it wasn't just that I was now so totally exposed to 
a man for the first time. I was also ashamed by my 
response to what he was doing to me. I didn't want to 
be excited. I didn't want to have an orgasm. But my 
body wasn't listening to me. He ate me for a long time, 
and I had several intense orgasms. The sensations of 
being brought to orgasm by someone else, by a warm 
human being instead of my vibrator, were irresistible.

I was embarrassed even more when he stopped what he was 
doing and stood up and I whimpered in protest when he 
took his tongue away. He stared down at me as he slowly 
undressed. I found myself watching, almost like I was 
afraid to look away. When he finally was down to his 
jockey shorts I stared in disbelief at the huge bulge 
in the front of them. Then I watched in awe as he 
slowly pulled his shorts down and exposed his large 
cock. It was certainly in keeping with the rest of his 
large body. 

I had only seen one male member up until then. The one 
that belonged to the fourteen year old boy that got me 
pregnant. I had thought it pretty impressive at the 
time. It was certainly large enough to hurt like hell 
when he popped my cherry. 

When I saw the cock that this man was preparing to put 
in my body I looked up at him and shook my head and 
said, "No, you can't put that in me. I can't take that. 
It is too large."

He just smiled and moved to stand between my legs. I 
started to scramble away from him but he caught my legs 
and pulled me back easily. He rested his large cock on 
my pussy and gently slid it up and down across my juicy 
slit. He saw the terror on my face and he said, "Don't 
worry; you're just out of practice. It won't hurt a 
bit. In fact, you are going to love it."

He pulled back until the head of his cock was lined up 
with my pussy and he slowly pushed it into me, just the 
tip at first, then about an inch of the shaft. I 
expected it to hurt. But it didn't. I felt full, 
stretched, but I also felt taken. And I was enjoying 
the feeling. I hated myself for enjoying it, but I 
enjoyed it nonetheless. 

He paused with a couple of inches of his cock inside of 
me and I looked down and finally realized that his cock 
was not much larger than one of my vibrators. It just 
looked so much more threatening. He forced more and 
more of his cock into me, but slowly, letting me get 
used to it as he entered me. And god it felt great!

And always, when I looked up there was that arrogant 
face looking down at me. I had another orgasm before he 
had planted his cock all the way inside of me. I had 
given up fighting it. I was cumming over and over, and 
I was getting louder and louder. 

This was no quick fuck either. He fucked me for over an 
hour, in one position after another. So many sensations 
I had never experienced before, so many knew 
experiences, and all of them in keeping with my 
deepest, darkest, secret fantasies.

I didn't fear for my life. I didn't think he was going 
to hurt me. I was mad that he was raping me, that I had 
lost all control. But that was my fantasy, after all. 
It was what I had dreamed about, wished for, and it was 
turning out to be just as exciting as I thought that it 
would be.

He lasted a very long time, and after he finally came 
he forced me to my knees and I experienced another 
first. For the first time I had a cock in my mouth. The 
concept of being forced to suck a cock was a huge turn 
on for me, but the reality was something else. His cock 
was still very large, even soft, and it was covered 
with my juices and his cum and the smell and the taste 
were both disgusting. While I may have found the 
concept to be erotic, the reality left a lot to be 
desired.

When he finally released me I rushed to the bathroom 
and cleaned myself up as much as possible. Then I went 
back out to the bedroom and as my rapist watched, I 
dressed quickly and demanded again that he take me 
home.

He was lying back on his bed and looking up at me with 
that smug look on his face and he said, "Are you sure? 
You are welcome to spend the night. You loved every 
minute of it, if you would just admit it to yourself."

That was when I started crying for the first time that 
evening. Because I knew that he was right, and I hated 
it. I did want to stay. But that was when it got 
confusing. Because if I stayed, then I would be 
consenting, then he wouldn't be raping me, then it 
wouldn't be as exciting. I experienced all of these 
emotions, all these strange thoughts whirling through 
my sex fogged brain and all I could think was that I 
had to get home. I had to think.

He dressed and took me home and the only other thing 
that was said between us was when he dropped me off and 
he said, "When you realize how much fun you had 
tonight, give me a call. You're a damned good fuck."

I was so mad I slammed his car door and stomped into my 
house and went up and took a long hot shower. Then I 
locked my bedroom door and it didn't even occur to me 
to call the police or cry or whatever women who have 
just been raped would normally do. Instead, I got my 
vibrator out and relived the entire rape as I gave 
myself orgasm after orgasm. I must have cum twenty 
times that night, between the orgasms he gave me and 
the ones that I gave myself.

But I never called him back. I saw him sometimes, at 
the coffee shop near my office. I would see him and 
think about what happened and wish that it could happen 
again. But I couldn't call him.

That was more than four years ago. I haven't been out 
on another date since.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so far off track. I was 
telling you about my conversation with Carol. All of 
this had rushed through my brain when she had told me 
that she and her husband knew that I was a submissive. 

I realized that she was waiting for a response. She had 
asked me if I knew that I was a submissive. My 
conversations with Carol had gotten pretty explicit as 
she frequently steered the discussion towards sex. I 
had bared my soul to her on more than one occasion. I 
felt the blood returning to my face and I knew that I 
was blushing now. I could feel how red my face was. 

I knew that I should have acted dumb, or lied. But I 
didn't. I nodded. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't 
even say it out loud.

"Don't be embarrassed," Carol said and chuckled. "This 
is going to work out wonderfully. We have been looking 
for someone like you for a long time."

Carol got up and walked around the table and stood 
behind me. I was petrified. I felt her hands on my 
shoulder and she rubbed my shoulders for a moment and 
then said quietly, "Steve will be so thrilled. He 
thinks you are incredibly sexy. You will make a perfect 
slave. We are going to have so much fun!"

Her hands moved down off of my shoulder and slid over 
my breasts, holding me, caressing me, kneading my soft, 
warm, sensitive flesh through my t-shirt. I was too 
shocked to even move. I had never in my life 
contemplated being touched in a sexual manner by 
another woman. With all of the nasty stories I had 
read, I had never even considered it a possibility. 

Carol pulled my chair out and still in that quiet but 
firm tone of voice said, "Stand up Mandy."

I don't know what I was thinking. I am not sure that it 
was my intention to surrender to her. I stood though. I 
stood up and waited on shaky legs to see what it was 
she wanted. I could actually hear my heart beating 
loudly in my chest as she turned me around and without 
any warning I found myself wrapped in her arms and 
being kissed passionately. 

I have no idea why I didn't struggle. I stood there, as 
if in a coma at first. But soon I was returning her 
kiss and I found myself getting aroused. Her hand 
returned to my breast, then went down and reached up 
under my t-shirt and I felt it on my bare flesh. Her 
soft, strong hand caressed my breast just like a man 
would, and I didn't do anything but start to breathe 
harder. 

She broke the kiss after several long hot minutes and 
pulled my t-shirt off quickly. I hadn't worn a bra and 
I felt her eyes on my chest. I saw a look of lust on 
her face that was very reminiscent of Charles, the man 
that had raped me four years ago. And I reacted the 
same way to her that I did to him. I got turned on. But 
I didn't hide it this time. I don't know why. Maybe 
because I knew that she could see right through me. 

She reached up with both hands and teased my nipples 
and I had to grab onto the back of my chair to keep my 
knees from buckling.

She took her hands away and I groaned in 
disappointment. It had felt so damned good I didn't 
want her to stop. Her touch was different than a man's. 
Her hands were softer, her fingers more knowing, but 
still demanding. When she removed her hands I missed 
them immediately.

She stepped back a pace and said, "Take off your shorts 
Mandy. I want you naked."

I looked at her; I saw that look on her face. She knew 
that she was in charge, and she knew that I was going 
to obey. It wasn't arrogance, really. It was more like, 
I don't know, confidence? She was in charge, and she 
knew it. And I knew it too. 

I found myself unfastening my shorts and sliding them 
down and letting them fall to the floor. I hesitated 
and she said, "The underwear too."

I shivered, from excitement I suppose, or nerves. I'm 
not sure which. But I nervously slid my panties down 
and off and I bent down and picked up my shorts and 
underwear and held them.

Carol took them from me and laid them over the back of 
the chair where she had put my shirt. She looked me 
over and said, "You are beautiful! We will have to do 
something about that hair though. Steve would prefer 
that you didn't have that mop there. Still, he has only 
seen red pubic hair once before and he found it to be 
exciting. Maybe we'll leave it for him to decide."

I looked down at my well trimmed pubic patch. And 
suddenly it hit me. What she had been saying. It wasn't 
just her, it was her and Steve. I was going to have sex 
with Steve!

I certainly found Steve attractive, but I had never 
thought that I would be having sex with him, or Carol 
for that matter. But I wasn't just surrendering to her, 
I was surrendering to both of them, and I don't even 
know why. I still don't know why.

Carol led me out of the room and I tried to reach for 
my clothes but she said, "No, leave those there."

She led me upstairs to her bedroom and ordered me to 
undress her. My hands shook as I reached out and untied 
her halter top. Her hands reached out and played with 
my breasts again as I removed her top. Carol was 
thirty-eight years old, but you would never know it to 
look at her body. Her breasts were firm and perfect. 
She stood in front of me, totally confident as I stared 
at her breasts.

She reached for my hands and placed them on her breasts 
and I gently caressed them. I had never felt another 
woman's breasts before. It was much different than 
touching my own. She felt so warm, and I saw her 
nipples harden and it excited me that I could cause 
that. 

She ordered me to kiss them and I leaned forward and 
kissed her breasts, then I licked at them and finally I 
sucked gently on her hard little nipples. Her nipples 
were tiny. You could cover her entire nipple and areola 
with a quarter. But the nipples themselves seemed to be 
twice as long as mine when they were hard. I felt my 
face flush as I obeyed her orders. It was so exciting 
to feel those hard little nubbins between my lips and 
see the proof of how much she enjoyed what I was doing.

She pushed my head away after several minutes and 
pushed me to my knees. She didn't even speak, she just 
nodded and I pulled her loose, terrycloth shorts down 
and she steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders 
as she stepped out of them. 

I looked at her tiny little French bikini panties and I 
could see the wet spot over her slit. "Take them off," 
she ordered.

I slowly reached up and slipped my fingers inside the 
waistband of her underwear and slid them down. I tried 
not to look at her pussy. I had never really seen one. 
Not like this. Not up close, not so close I could smell 
her arousal! I couldn't help myself though. I stared in 
awe as I slid her underwear down and she stepped out of 
it gracefully.

She watched me for a moment, then she pulled my face to 
her stomach and said, "You can look at it later, right 
now I want you to kiss it. Kiss it all over."

I felt her warm flesh on my face and the musky smell of 
her sex was almost overpowering. I touched my lips to 
her pubic mound and then I began kissing her all around 
her slit. 

Finally she gasped and said, "Enough! Use your tongue 
now!"

She spread her legs slightly and I didn't even 
hesitate. I slid my tongue from the bottom of her very 
moist slit all the way up to the top. The passionate 
moan of pleasure that escaped from her lips when my 
tongue moved over her clit was like a reward for a job 
well done.

She backed up several steps and sat on the bed and lay 
back with her legs spread wide. She crooked her finger 
and I moved closer on my knees and as I put my lips 
back on her slit and began to move my tongue around and 
into her hot, juicy pussy I thought back to the one 
time that I had had this done to me, when Charles had 
raped me four years ago. I remembered what it had felt 
like and I wanted to make her feel like that too.

And I did. I made love to her pussy with my mouth and I 
loved it. Carol loved it too. She came violently, over 
and over, pulling my hair and moaning loudly and I even 
loved it when she pulled my hair. She was swearing now 
and calling me names, nasty names. And it just made me 
hotter. "Oh god!" she exclaimed. "You are such a hot 
fucking cunt! Eat me you fucking bitch, suck the juice 
right out of my pussy!"

Carol stopped me after she had enjoyed several orgasms. 
She stood up and pulled me to my feet and positioned me 
on the bed on my back. Then she moved over me and as I 
resumed eating her pussy she began reciprocating. I 
screamed into her pussy, which she also enjoyed. 

I lost all track of time. I don't know if we spent an 
hour that way or two. Time had no meaning at that 
point. I had never been so lost in passion. Pleasing 
Carol, and being pleased by her, was the most exciting 
sexual experience of my life. Admittedly, I had not had 
many sexual experiences. But I didn't know if it would 
be possible to top this.

Carol finally rolled off of me and we both lay there 
gasping for breath. She finally stood up and sat on the 
edge of the bed and began to slowly put her clothes 
back on. I sat up and struggled to my feet and waited 
for her to dress. 

When she was dressed she looked at me and said, "There 
is something missing."

She got up and moved to her closet and came out a 
moment later and placed a wide, thick studded black and 
chrome collar around my neck. She stepped back and 
smiled when she saw it. She pulled me over to her 
dresser and I looked at my reflection and thought, "Oh 
my god! She's right; it looks like it belongs on me."

She went back into her closet and came back out with a 
chain leash and attached it to a ring in the back of 
the collar and let it hang down my back. I felt the 
leather handle rubbing against the crack of my butt and 
I shivered, imagining what it must look like.

She ordered me back downstairs and I led the way, 
conscious of that leash trailing down through the crack 
of my ass. I was anxious to get back to the kitchen and 
get dressed again. I didn't want to be caught like this 
when Steve and Kevin got home.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and headed for the 
kitchen but Carol grabbed the leash and brought me up 
short. I came to a stop and looked around and she said, 
"Not there. We are going out by the pool and relax for 
a while."

"But my clothes..." I started to say.

"No dear, from now on this is what you wear at my 
house. Unless someone tells you differently, this will 
be your uniform."

I started to argue. "Carol I can't do that, what about 
Kevin, and Lynn?! I just c..."

That was when she slapped me. 

"First of all, you stupid cunt, you call me Mistress. 
And don't you ever tell me that you won't do something 
I have ordered you to do. It is a good thing for you 
that Steve isn't home yet. He would blister your ass!"

"But Mistress," I pleaded. "What about Kevin? What 
about Lynn?" I didn't even stop to wonder at how easily 
I obeyed, how natural it felt to call her Mistress.

She replied, "Kevin is one of your Masters now. And as 
for Lynn, she has already been skinny dipping over 
here. She has already started her training too and soon 
she will be a well trained submissive just like her 
mother."

I gaped at her then. That was too much. I couldn't 
permit my daughter to be brought into this. I couldn't 
believe that she had already been over here and taken 
her clothes off in front of these people!

I started to shake my head. I reached up to remove the 
collar. "That is going too far. You can't, she is only 
fourteen!"

Carol shook her head and said, "I didn't think that you 
were going to be this slow to learn. Maybe you are just 
one of those submissives that crave punishment. She 
slapped my hands and ordered me to put them down and 
leave my collar alone and for some reason I obeyed.

She looked at me and shook her head. Finally she said, 
"I guess it's better if you fight a little. I suppose 
it would be boring if you gave in too easily."

Just then I heard a noise and looked up to see Steve 
and Kevin coming in the door from the garage. They were 
both smiling widely as they looked at me. 

I tried to cover my breasts and my pubic area with my 
hands but Carol slapped my hands away and ordered me to 
behave.

I stood with my hands at my side and Steve and Kevin 
came close and looked my body over closely. As they 
stared at me Steve noticed how damp my pussy was and I 
saw him look up and cock an eyebrow at his wife. 

Carol grinned at him and said, "She just spent an hour 
eating my pussy. And she loved it."

I thought that I would die of embarrassment. Steve and 
Kevin each took one of my breasts in their hand and 
talked about them, discussing their merits and 
comparing them to Lynn's. Hearing them discussing my 
young daughter's body was gut-wrenching for me. I 
glanced over at Carol and she just smiled. She knew 
what I was feeling and it amused her, I could see it in 
her face.

I wondered how much they had already done with Lynn. 
Was she still a virgin? Was she a submissive too? Could 
you even be a submissive at the age of fourteen? Could 
I allow my daughter to be used by the family next door? 
Could I allow her to see me being used this way? It was 
all just too much. I couldn't think. That was just the 
vacuum they needed, I suppose. Because Steve said, 
"Well, it's nice to know she can eat pussy, but can she 
suck cock?"

Then he turned to me and asked, "Well, are you any good 
at sucking cock?"

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe I was 
struggling to answer his question! Finally I said, "I 
don't know Steve, I have never done it."

The expression on his face never changed. I watched as 
he pulled his belt out of his pants and wrapped it 
around his hand several times. Then he drew back and 
with his other hand he turned me sideways and whipped 
my ass three times with the belt as I screamed and 
tried to avoid the awful pain.

He spun me back around and said, "You must surely know 
by now that you are to call me Master, me and Kevin and 
any other male that you should need to address while 
you are in either my house or yard, or your house or 
yard. You are a cunt, a slut, a slave. Everyone is 
superior to you. I took it easy on you this time, 
because this is new to you. Don't let it happen again. 
Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," I replied quickly. 

"Good," he said and smiled a friendly, affectionate 
smile that was disarming. "Now, what do you mean that 
you have never sucked a cock? You are what, twenty-
eight now? And you have never sucked a cock? I find 
that hard to believe."

I felt compelled to explain, for some reason. "I'm 
sorry Master. I have only had sex with two men. I had 
sex with the boy who took my virginity and made me 
pregnant when I was fourteen, and four years ago I was 
raped. The rapist made me suck his cock clean after he 
raped me, but that is the only time I ever had a man 
put his dick in my mouth."

I looked around at the three people standing around me, 
watching me, listening to me tell them the most 
intimate details of my nearly nonexistent sex life, and 
it was all so completely surreal. Why was I doing this? 
Why was I allowing them to do this to me? And what kind 
of people would involve children in these adult games?! 
Would I? Would I actually permit them to suck my 
daughter into this kinky lifestyle? Could I say no at 
this point? I suddenly didn't think I could. I felt so 
powerless against them already.

My tortured thoughts were interrupted by Steve. "Get on 
your knees, cunt."

Somehow, this was all so much more humiliating because 
Kevin was watching, and would be joining in. If it had 
just been Steve and Carol, that would have been one 
thing. But to be naked and to be addressed as cunt in 
front of a fifteen year old boy made it so much more 
embarrassing.

But I didn't think that my shaky legs could support me 
much longer anyway. So I was almost grateful to drop to 
my knees in front of them. When I was kneeling in front 
of them Steve and Kevin both began to undress. I was 
kind of shocked, even though I knew it was coming. I 
could not imagine undressing in front of my parents 
when I was Kevin's age. I didn't even breast feed in 
front of my parents. I always took Lynn to my room and 
fed her there.

But I could see Carol watching, unabashed by her son's 
nudity. She actually looked proud, in fact. I couldn't 
help noticing that for a fifteen year old he seemed 
remarkably well developed. His cock seemed to be at 
least six inches long and I don't know how big around 
it was, but it looked large on his slender body.

Steve's cock was slightly longer and slightly fatter, 
but seemed more in proportion to his larger body. 

Steve and Kevin both moved closer to me and I couldn't 
help wondering if they had done this before with some 
other woman. I had the impression that Kevin was 
remarkably open with his body, not at all self 
conscious about having sex in front of his mother and 
father, and I thought it likely that I was not the 
first woman that they had used together. I wondered if 
they had gone this far with Lynn.

That was the end of my wandering thoughts as Steve 
reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and 
tipped my head back and said, "Your only goal in life 
from now on is to please me and my family. Is that 
understood cunt?"

"Yes Master" I instantly replied.

"You have already learned that you never say no, is 
that correct?" he asked.

"Yes Master."

"We have been looking forward to this for a while now. 
You are a sexy little cunt and we will probably come 
pretty quickly. You will swallow every drop of cum. 
Then, when we feel like it, we will fuck you. You don't 
deserve it yet, but since we are so nice, we will start 
you out slow. Don't disappoint me cunt."

"No Master, I won't disappoint you," I responded 
quickly. I wasn't even sure what I was saying. I only 
knew that I had to give the right response to avoid 
pain.

Steve moved to the side and Kevin stepped forward and 
placed the head of his cock on my lips. Steve let my 
hair go and I opened my mouth and took as much of 
Kevin's cock into my mouth as I could. When I started 
to gag he stopped and pulled back out. I had only taken 
half of his cock into my mouth. 

Carol dropped to her knees beside me and grabbed my 
nipple and squeezed. She looked at me and I could see 
the displeasure registering on her face. 

"That was pitiful!" She said, her voice dripping with 
disappointment. "Not even half way. By the time you 
leave here tonight you will be able to take him all the 
way into your mouth. You are going to have to learn to 
be a lot less sensitive. Now, let's see you take that 
thing down your throat. If you can't, I bet Lynn can."

I groaned in mental agony as the prospect of having to 
watch my young daughter amuse and satisfy these 
perverts. It was bad enough for me to serve as the 
family sex toy. I had those kinky fantasies. I didn't 
necessarily want to live them out, but I had the 
fantasies. It isn't something I have ever discussed 
with Lynn, but I was pretty sure that she was normal. 
Oh god, I was so confused.

Kevin started slowly driving his cock into my mouth 
while Carol held my head in place. He went a little 
deeper each time, but each time I gagged when he 
reached the back of my throat. 

I felt Carol's hand on my breast and just before Kevin 
started another thrust she took my nipple between her 
thumb and finger and pinched it with her finger nails. 
I screamed in pain and as I was screaming, her son 
drove his cock straight down my throat.

He held my head and I struggled to get free. I was 
panicking, afraid that I was going to suffocate. 
Suddenly Carol slapped the back of my head violently 
and said, "You stupid cunt. Stop struggling. You can 
still breathe. Just relax."

I was so startled that I did, indeed, stop struggling 
and I finally realized that I could breathe. I drew a 
few shallow breaths around Kevin's cock and then he 
started withdrawing his cock from my throat. I glanced 
up and saw how much he was enjoying my suffering. But I 
also saw how young he looked and it made this even more 
humiliating.

He paused for a moment and then drove his cock back 
down my throat. It wasn't as bad the second time and it 
got a little easier every time after that. But it never 
became pleasant. That made it more difficult to 
understand why my pussy was getting so wet. I could 
feel my juices oozing out of my sopping wet slit.

I tried to concentrate on satisfying Kevin as quickly 
as possible, but there was no ignoring the way my pussy 
felt right now. I was being abused by a man, a woman 
and a boy. My mouth and throat were being raped, and I 
could feel my juices beginning to run down my thigh!

Kevin began to speed up and just before he came Carol 
said, "Don't cum down her throat sweetheart. Let her 
taste it, cum in her mouth."

That was what he did. He pulled back and with only the 
head of his cock inserted between my lips I watched as 
his mother placed her hand around his cock and moved it 
up and down rapidly until Kevin stiffened up and 
groaned and filled my mouth with cum.

It was a new experience for me, and I fully expected to 
get sick. But I was surprised to find that, despite 
everything I had read or heard, Kevin's cum was very 
mild tasting. It was not at all unpleasant. I held it 
in my mouth until he was done and then I swallowed it 
easily. 

As he pulled back and stepped away Carol leaned down 
and kissed my cheek and said, "There, that wasn't so 
bad, was it?"

"No Mistress," I responded. Until I spoke I hadn't even 
realized that my throat was sore. But it wasn't that 
bad. Not as bad as I had feared.

Steve was watching me, checking out my reaction to his 
son fucking my throat and cumming in my mouth. He must 
have enjoyed the show, judging by the way his cock was 
throbbing and bobbing and dripping. I had the 
impression though that he seemed disappointed that I 
had managed to do it at all. I wondered if he had some 
punishment in mind for me and was hoping to use it if I 
should fail.

Steve stepped up then and placed his slightly larger 
cock in front of my lips. I knew that he would want the 
same service that his son had just received. I was 
reasonably certain that his cock was close enough in 
size to Kevin's that I would be able to handle it 
without too much difficulty.

I opened my mouth and he pulled back and said, "Not 
yet. I want a little foreplay first. Lick it good. Then 
kiss it all over, and then you can suck me off."

Carol got up as I began to comply with Steve's 
commands. I followed his instructions, concentrating on 
the task at hand. So I was startled when Carol came 
back to where I was satisfying Steve with her arm 
around Lynn. 

I screamed around Steve's cock and tried to pull away. 
He had a grip on my hair and Kevin moved behind me and 
whispered in my ear, "If you pull away, Lynn is going 
to have to take your place."

I didn't know what to do. Should I fight them? I 
glanced at Lynn and saw surprise on her face. Not 
disgust, not dismay, only amazement that her mother 
would submit to these men.

I watched as Carol moved around behind Lynn and put her 
arms around her affectionately and began to whisper in 
her ear as they watched me taking Steve's cock into my 
mouth and down my throat.

I didn't know what Carol was saying, but soon Lynn was 
smiling and before long I was forced to watch as Carol 
began to undress my daughter while I continued to let 
Steve fuck my throat.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to grab Lynn and run. 
Instead, I waited on my knees for Steve to fill my 
mouth with cum.

Kevin had moved to the other side of his father and was 
now helping his mother undress Lynn. I tried not to 
watch, but they were right there, right in my face. 
Both of them had their hands all over her and she 
submitted, just like her mother was submitting.

Carol began talking a little louder now. She asked Lynn 
if she wanted to make sucking Steve's cock easier on 
her mother and Lynn looked at her questioningly. Carol 
drew her arm back and I heard the sharp crack of flesh 
on flesh when she slapped Lynn roughly on her poor 
little ass.

Lynn jumped, but didn't try to get away. She looked at 
Carol, still questioning, not sure why she had been 
struck. 

Carol said, "What did I tell you a few minutes ago?"

Lynn looked at her and I saw her face light up when she 
realized what she had done wrong. 

"I'm sorry Mistress. Yes Mistress, I would like to make 
sucking Steve's cock easier on my mother," Lynn said. I 
never thought that I would hear a sentence like that 
come from my baby's mouth!

Carol guided Lynn down beside me and when she was 
kneeling near us, Carol said, "Okay baby, reach down 
and start rubbing your mother's cunt. That will make 
her excited and she will enjoy sucking Steve's cock."

I wanted to scream at them, at Lynn. I wanted to send 
her home. Instead, I allowed Steve to continue fucking 
my mouth and throat while my daughter amused my next 
door neighbors by kneeling naked beside me and then she 
reached down and began to lightly caress my pussy.

I couldn't believe it! But then, what could I expect 
after she had come in here and found me naked and 
sucking off Steve in front of his wife and son?

At first I was repulsed. On a purely conscious level it 
was a repulsive act. My teenage daughter was playing 
with my pussy. It was incest! I was committing an act 
of incest with my fourteen year old daughter, for the 
amusement of my next door neighbors. But it didn't take 
long for her light touch to begin to have an effect and 
it did make sucking Steve's cock easier. Not that it 
mattered to Steve. 

Watching my daughter and I kneeling at his feet was 
apparently too much for Steve and he sped up, rapidly 
fucking my throat with his cock until he started to 
cum. He pulled all of his cock out of my mouth, except 
for the very tip. And as he started to flood my mouth 
with cum, Carol took Lynn's hand and wrapped it around 
his cock and showed her how to make it better for him. 

I watched my daughter's small hand moving up and down 
rapidly on Steve's fat cock as my mouth filled up with 
cum. 

When he finally finished cumming he pulled out of my 
mouth and I took a moment to taste his cum. It was 
somewhat stronger tasting than Kevin's had been. But it 
was still not all that unpleasant. You would never find 
it listed as the featured flavor at Baskin-Robbins, but 
it didn't make me sick.

I finally had a moment to relax and let my throat rest 
and catch my breath. The three of them stood around 
staring hungrily down at Lynn and I, but we had a 
moment to relax before whatever indignity was to 
follow.

Lynn had pulled her fingers away from my pussy and she 
was leaning against me and I turned to her and she 
asked, "Are you okay mom?"

I thought about it, and I was dismayed to discover 
that, much to my surprise, I was okay. I was even 
excited by the way I was being treated. I was even 
beginning to accept the fact that my daughter was as 
much their slave as I was. 

I put my arm around Lynn and said, "Yes baby, I'm okay. 
I'm sorry you are being dragged into this. Are you 
okay?"

She shrugged and smiled wanly and said, "So far, so 
good."

I said, "We'll talk when we get home."

She nodded and Carol said, "Hey! No one said that you 
sluts could talk!"

Then she said, "Lynn, stand up."

Lynn got to her feet, nervously, and faced Carol.

Carol said, "Your mother told me that she was putting 
you on the pill. Are you still a virgin?"

Lynn turned bright red and said, "Yes Mistress."

Kevin grinned and said, "Hot damn! Mom, can I bust her 
cherry?"

Carol smiled apologetically at Kevin and said, "I'm 
sorry baby. I already promised it to your dad. Besides, 
it would be better if you watch him the first time and 
see how to properly separate a young girl from her 
virginity. You can fuck her mother while you watch. 
Trust me. I have checked her pussy out. She is almost a 
virgin herself."

Kevin didn't seem all that disappointed. His cock was 
still half hard and he stuck it in front of my face and 
ordered me to suck it until it was hard again. I took 
his cock into my mouth and started to suck at it gently 
and in a very short time it was fully erect again. 

Kevin pushed me away and ordered me to get down on my 
hands and knees. But then he looked to his father and 
asked, "Where to do want to do this?"

Steve didn't care and he ordered Lynn to lie down right 
in front of me. Then he dropped to his knees between 
her legs and, right in front of my face he dipped his 
face down and began to eat her virgin pussy. 

She reacted instantly, obviously enjoying his talented 
tongue. Her hips came up to meet his mouth and she 
moaned in pleasure as he teased her pussy with his 
tongue.

Meanwhile, behind me, Kevin was stabbing blindly at my 
pussy, trying to find the entrance. I reached back and 
took hold of him and guided him to the wet lips of my 
vagina and he slid in effortlessly. I would have felt a 
lot less guilty if I had hated it, but god damn that 
felt good!

I had closed my eyes when Kevin entered me but Carol 
was standing nearby and she ordered me to open my eyes 
and watch Steve and my daughter. I glanced up and saw 
that she had a movie camera pointed at us, recording my 
little girl's first fuck, right in front of me.

Steve had eaten her to a couple of very noisy orgasms 
very quickly, and then he began to kiss and lick his 
way up her firm young body until he was poised over 
her. His cock was dangling right over her pussy and 
Carol said, "Mandy, Steve is ready to fuck your 
daughter now. Reach over there and put his cock into 
her cherry little pussy for him."

I know that I should have been fighting like a she bear 
to protect my daughter. I should have been fighting 
these people with all of my might to save her. Instead, 
I was nearly as excited as they were, and I reached out 
and wrapped my hand around Steve's hot, hard cock and 
lined it up with Lynn's very wet, very ready pussy.

I watched in amazement as he slowly entered her young 
body and she moaned in pleasure as her pussy was filled 
with a large cock for the first time. I could tell when 
he came into contact with her hymen. She jumped a 
little, and he stopped and let her adjust. Then he 
started fucking her gently, with just enough of his 
cock that he didn't rupture her hymen. 

Lynn was moaning and panting and she wrapped her arms 
around Steve's neck and started begging him to fuck 
her. But instead he continued to tease her with his 
cock until finally she screamed incoherently at him and 
suddenly he drove his cock all the way in and came to a 
stop, buried all the way in her tight, clasping pussy.

She made a funny noisy, almost a squeak, and she 
stiffened up for a second. But then she relaxed and she 
didn't wait for him. She started to gyrate her hips, 
driving them up to fuck him, not waiting for him to 
fuck her. There was no question that she loved fucking! 
It was hard to tell who was raping who. 

I was having trouble concentrating though. Between the 
lust that I felt from watching my daughter get molested 
in front of my eyes and the hammering that I was 
getting from behind by Kevin, I was getting very close 
to cumming myself.

Carol was moving all around getting close-ups with her 
movie camera. Close-ups of Lynn and Steve and of me 
watching them, and of Kevin fucking me. Then she moved 
back around front and zoomed in on my face and just as 
I was about to cum, Kevin pulled out of my pussy and I 
screamed, "Oh god no! Please don't stop! I'm almost 
there!"

He wasn't stopping though. Instead, he spread the 
cheeks of my ass and began to force his slimy cock into 
my asshole. I started to yell again. I pleaded with him 
to put it back in my pussy. But I had enough presence 
of mind not to try to move away or refuse. He started 
slapping my ass and telling me shut the fuck up and 
when I calmed down he forced more of his cock into my 
ass. 

I heard Carol order me to open my eyes and I took a 
deep breath and looked up at her, or at least into the 
camera lens. I saw Lynn watching me, and she was 
obviously on the verge of an orgasm. She was panting 
and thrashing around under Steve and making animal like 
noises. 

Watching her took my mind off of the pain in my ass and 
all of a sudden it didn't hurt so much anymore. Kevin 
reached around my hip and began to rub my clit while he 
fucked me and to my great surprise, I was about to have 
an orgasm from being fucked in the ass for the first 
time.

I no sooner became aware of it than I noticed that Lynn 
was cumming loudly as Steve picked up the pace and I 
watched as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and 
seemed to lose all control of her body. She came like a 
wild woman and watching her was so exciting that I 
started cumming too. 

Kevin lasted a very long time for a young teenager, and 
I had been pretty impressed. But the three of us 
cumming, and my tight asshole clasping at his cock, 
were all that he could take and he came in my ass just 
as I was coming down from my orgasm.

Kevin collapsed on top of me for a moment. Then he 
pushed himself up and grabbed a handful of my hair and 
pulled me around, forcing my face into his crotch. I 
tried not to think about where his cock had just been. 
It looked clean and although it smelled musty, I didn't 
taste anything nasty as I sucked him clean, or at least 
nothing any nastier than I had tasted when I sucked 
them off a few minutes ago.

After I finished with Kevin, Carol grabbed the leash 
attached to my collar and pulled me over to Steve. She 
ordered me to clean Steve's slimy cock. I hesitated for 
a second with my face right over his semi-hard cock and 
looked down at the cock that had just deflowered my 
little girl in front of my eyes. Carol came in for a 
good close-up and I knew that she would punish me if I 
didn't get to work. 

I didn't see any blood on his cock, just traces of 
Steve's cum and a slick coating of Lynn's pussy juice. 
I stuck out my tongue and licked Steve's balls and he 
flinched just a little but then sighed and relaxed as I 
licked them clean. Then I licked his cock before 
finally taking it into my mouth and sucking away all 
traces of their fluids.

When I had cleaned Steve to Carol's satisfaction I was 
ordered onto my back and Lynn was put on all fours and 
positioned over me. We were ordered to clean each 
other. I tried not to think about what I was doing as I 
mindlessly ate Steve's cum from my little girl's pussy.

She had it worse. She had to lick my juices from pussy, 
but then Steve and Kevin each took one of my legs and 
raised it up to my chest and Lynn was forced to eat 
Kevin's cum from my ass. She gagged several times, but 
managed to satisfy them. I had never had anyone tongue 
me there before. I was surprised at how good it felt. I 
just wish that it could have been someone besides my 
daughter.

When we had satisfied our new Masters that we were 
clean enough Kevin approached and put a collar on Lynn. 
Then we went into the back yard and Carol and Lynn and 
I sat down at the table on the patio while Steve and 
Kevin went over to the fence between our yards and took 
down a section of it. As we watched them work Carol 
started laying out some of the new rules that applied 
to our new status.

The first one she mentioned was one that she had 
brought up earlier. We were never to wear clothing in 
our house or yard, or their house or yard without 
permission.

We were never to lock our back door when we were home. 
Any one of the three of them, or anyone else to whom 
they might give permission, was to be able to walk into 
our house at any time and make us serve them in any way 
that amused them. She stressed 'anyone.'

We were no longer allowed to wear pants, or pantyhose, 
or underwear that one of them had not specifically 
requested. We were not to wear a skirt or dress that 
extended more than half way down our thigh. That was, 
of course the maximum length, shorter is better.

We were never to sit with our legs crossed or with our 
knees less than six inches apart.

From this day forward, Tuesdays will be "Yes" days. We 
will not be permitted to say no to anyone. We will both 
be tested and if we refuse anyone anything on a Tuesday 
we will be severely punished. We will also be required 
to answer any and all questions honestly, no matter how 
humiliating.

As Carol explained these rules I shivered. But I knew 
that I was shivering more from excitement than fear. I 
was unable to judge Lynn's reaction.

Carol told us that we would be going shopping for new 
clothes this weekend. Very little of the clothing that 
we now owned would be acceptable in the future. It was 
all much too conservative.

The men had finished removing the boards from the fence 
between our properties and they came over and rinsed 
off under the outdoor shower. Then they joined us at 
the table and I was ordered to go into the house and 
get beers for everyone. Even Lynn!

I said, "Yes Mistress," and went into the kitchen for 
the drinks.

When I returned with the beer, Lynn was sitting in 
Kevin's lap and he had his fingers working between her 
legs. I passed out the beers and started to sit down 
when Carol stopped me.

She ordered me to call out for a couple of pizzas and 
after I determined what everyone wanted I called the 
normal pizza place that we always called without 
thinking. As soon as I hung up the phone I knew that I 
had made a big mistake. I knew beyond a doubt that one 
or both of us would be made to answer the door and pay 
the pizza delivery man. 

When I went back out to the patio, Lynn was bent over 
the table and Kevin was fucking her from behind. It 
seemed so strange to see my daughter being used that 
way, especially in front of the three parents. 

I returned to my seat and took a sip of beer and 
watched Lynn to see if I could judge how she felt about 
what was happening to her. I wasn't sure how she felt, 
but it was obvious how she was reacting. Her face and 
neck and her chest were a deep red, and she was 
breathing hard and moaning passionately. It didn't seem 
to bother her at all that her mother was watching her 
get fucked. I heard her start to urge Kevin on. "Yes, 
oh god that feels good. Yes! Fuck me harder. Fuck yes!"

As she urged Kevin on, Steve leaned over and instructed 
me to reach under her and tease her clit. It was such a 
nasty thing for a mother to do for her daughter. And I 
am ashamed to say that doing it really turned me on. It 
really turned Lynn on too. She grunted loudly and 
nearly screamed and then she started cumming, and as 
she came her pussy must have been squeezing the hell 
out of Kevin's cock because he swore and grabbed her 
hips and I watched him tense up and shoot another load 
of cum into my little girl.

As soon as Kevin pulled out he turned Lynn over and 
grabbed my leash and pulled me into position between 
her legs. I knew what I was there for and went ahead 
and cleaned her up. Then I cleaned Kevin up.

We all sat down then and Lynn and I were quiet, just 
listening to Carol, Steve and Kevin discussing us, 
talking about our bodies and how much fun it was to 
fuck us and make us do nasty things. 

Steve and Kevin both raved about Lynn's tight pussy, 
but they were quick to add that my twenty-eight year 
old pussy was nearly as tight. They both said that it 
impossible to believe that I had given birth through 
that tight pussy. They also discussed our breasts, 
which were nearly identical in size and shape, and they 
discussed whether or not we should eventually be 
required to shave our pubic hair.

They also discussed the proper protocol for the 
anticipated pizza delivery. They decided that Carol 
would hide in a closet with the camera and Lynn and I 
would both go to the door. I would take the pizza and 
pay the man, and offer him a blowjob from my daughter 
for a tip.

Lynn and I looked at each other nervously, but we were 
too cowed to speak. I saw her face turn bright red. We 
knew most of the guys that delivered our pizzas. Well, 
not so much knew them as we saw them fairly often. We 
ordered a pizza about once a week. The big problem is 
that a lot of the guys went to school with Lynn. They 
were mostly juniors and seniors and Lynn was a 
freshman. But the school wasn't that big. Word would 
get around.

I tried to reason with them, but I was immediately 
ordered to be quiet. I didn't know what to do. The hole 
we were in seemed to just keep getting deeper.

Carol got the camera ready and placed it on a table 
near the closet door and Steve handed me enough cash to 
pay for the pizza. I sat there holding the money in my 
sweaty hands for fifteen more minutes before the 
doorbell rang. 

Lynn and I headed for the door while Carol rushed to 
the closet and left the door partially open so that she 
could film what happened.

When everyone was ready I opened the door and watched 
as the delivery boy nearly dropped the pizza when he 
saw me standing there nude. I had seen him fairly 
often, so we recognized each other. I stepped back and 
invited him in and he came inside without a second 
thought.

I took the pizza from him. He was too shocked to go 
through his spiel, checking to see if the order was 
correct. I handed him the money and then I stepped to 
the side and he noticed Lynn standing behind me. 

He gasped and looked back and forth between us and not 
much louder than a whisper he said, "Oh my god!"

He recognized Lynn too, and he was far too tongue tied 
to talk. I nervously thanked him for the pizza and then 
I said, "Would you like a tip? How would you like a 
nice blowjob from my daughter?"

He looked at me like I was speaking a totally foreign 
language. He must have thought that he was dreaming 
this. But Lynn stepped forward and dropped to her knees 
in front of him. She rubbed the bulge in his pants for 
a second and then she unbuckled his belt and pulled his 
pants and his shorts down. She leaned forward and 
kissed his cock a couple of times. Then she took it 
into her mouth and started to suck it gently. 

Lynn had lucked out this time. The pizza deliverer was 
not a student at her school. He was an older man. He 
was at least in his late forties or early fifties. And 
he was probably a hundred pounds over weight. He had 
delivered our pizzas fairly often and he was always 
nervous and tongue tied when he came to our door.

I suppose that Lynn was so relieved that he wasn't 
someone from her school that she obeyed her orders to 
please him with comparative ease. I glanced at the 
closet and Carol waived at me. She appeared to be 
waiving me closer to the pizza man and my daughter and 
I got the impression that she was telling me to help.

I set the pizzas down and moved closer. I took the 
man's hand and placed it on one of my breast. I leaned 
in and kissed him on the lips and in as sexy a voice as 
I was capable of, considering how nervous I was, I 
asked him if he liked the way my daughter sucked his 
cock.

That was all it took. He closed his eyes and groaned 
loudly and filled Lynn's mouth with cum. Lynn swallowed 
quickly and stood up and thanked him. Then she helped 
him put his clothes back together. He finally let my 
boob go and I escorted him to the door and thanked him 
for the prompt service. 

After he was gone Carol came out of the closet. I 
grabbed the pizzas and we went back out to the patio. 
Steve and Kevin had been watching through the patio 
door and the three of them cracked up, laughing and 
talking about what fun it had been to humiliate us like 
that, and how hilarious the look on that guys face had 
been.

I was sent for another round of beers and then we all 
sat together and ate pizza and drank beer. The 
conversation was light. They even included Lynn and me, 
talking to us almost as though we were just the 
friendly next door neighbors and not their new sex 
slaves. But my new status, our new status, tinged 
everything now. Everything, no matter how innocent that 
was said and done was suddenly filtered through my new 
status as a sex slave. I couldn't help feeling excited 
that my fantasies were coming true. And even as I 
wondered how Lynn felt about all of this, I could not 
help getting aroused thinking of my daughter being 
fucked right in front of my face. I remembered lining 
Steve's cock up so that he could rape her and I 
shuddered with lust. 

I had been lost in thought and I was brought back to 
the present when Steve's voice finally penetrated my 
chain of thought. "Mandy! I'm talking to you!"

I looked up, startled and said, "I'm sorry Master. I 
was daydreaming."

"What were you thinking about?" he asked.

I blushed. I didn't want them to know.

Steve saw my hesitation and said, "Don't you lie to me, 
I want to know what you were thinking about right then, 
with that far away look in your eyes."

I glanced at Lynn and she was watching me. I wished so 
much that she wasn't here to hear my answer to that 
question. I didn't dare hesitate any longer, but I was 
watching Lynn when I answered. 

"I'm sorry Master. I was remembering my daughter losing 
her virginity right in front of me, and the fact that I 
helped you."

Lynn's only reaction was just the slightest trace of 
amusement, which surprised me. I had expected something 
more like disgust. A loving mother simply does not 
assist in the defloration of her teenage daughter. 

Steve's reaction, on the other hand, was more to be 
expected. "It turns you on, doesn't it? You were 
sitting there, remembering how you lined my cock up 
with your little girl's cunt so that I could fuck her, 
and you were getting turned on. I knew you were going 
to work out. You are going to be the perfect little 
slut sex slave."

Kevin was sitting beside me and he reached down and 
forced two fingers inside of my pussy and pulled them 
out and showed everyone how wet they were. They all 
found that amusing. Lynn just raised her eyebrow. I was 
dying to get her alone and find out how she felt about 
all of this and what she thought of me now. I wanted to 
try to explain. 

She didn't seem traumatized. She didn't seem to be 
upset with me. But I really needed to talk to her.

It wasn't going to happen tonight though. We were 
ordered to clean up the table and dispose of the trash. 
Then Carol and Steve took Lynn with them to their 
bedroom and Kevin took me to his. 

We went to the bathroom and took a shower together. He 
soaped my body up and washed me all over, although it 
was more a matter of being groped that washed. Then I 
washed him. I dried him off and then I dried myself and 
we went to his room for the night. 

He ordered me onto his bed on my hands and knees, with 
my knees right on the edge. It was strange, being 
ordered around by a fifteen year old boy. But he seemed 
mature for his age and he certainly knew what he 
wanted. He began applying lubricant to my asshole and I 
just groaned in dismay, then I leaned my head down on 
my arms and waited helplessly for what was about to 
happen.

Actually it was much better than when he had fucked my 
ass earlier. He greased me up and stretched me out and 
took his time. And his cock wasn't all that fat. Being 
fucked in the ass by Kevin just wasn't all that 
unpleasant. 

He ordered me to play with myself while he fucked my 
ass and soon I found that I was getting very turned on. 
As he fucked me I thought about my daughter in the 
other bedroom and wondered what they were doing to her. 
I hoped they didn't hurt her. But the idea of them 
using her was turning me on. I was just starting to get 
an idea of how sick I really was. It was one thing to 
submit yourself to this kind of abuse, but to allow 
your teenage daughter to be used this way too, that was 
really low. And I was fully aware of that. But it still 
turned me on.

It turned me on so much that when Kevin started 
plunging his cock into my ass harder and faster I began 
rubbing my clit furiously and I came before he did. He 
came seconds later. Then he pushed me out of the way 
and stretched out on his bed and I sucked his cock and 
balls clean. 

When I had finished he ordered me to stand on his bed 
and straddle him and squat down facing him. When I was 
in position he ordered me to catch his cum as it was 
draining out of my ass and eat it. I suppose he thought 
that would gross me out. But I had swallowed so much 
cum from so many places today that I really wasn't that 
upset about it. I wouldn't do it of my own volition. 
But it wasn't as gross as some of the other things that 
I had done today. I only had one wish, before we went 
to sleep. I really wanted to brush my teeth. I asked 
Kevin if I could run over to my house and brush my 
teeth and at first I could tell that he was going to 
say no. But then he thought about it and said, "You 
have fifteen minutes. If you aren't back in that time 
you will regret it. And you go just like you are now."

That gave me pause. I would have to go to my front 
door. My back door was locked and I didn't have the key 
with me. It was not yet ten o'clock on a Saturday night 
and there was a good chance that someone would be 
about. But I had put my mouth in some pretty nasty 
places, and had some pretty nasty things put in my 
mouth today. I was desperate. I decided that it was 
worth the chance.

I went to the front door and looked out. I didn't see 
anyone around so I made a run for it. I was all the way 
to my front steps before a car came down the street. I 
don't know if they saw me or not. I struggled with the 
key before I realized the door was open. I went inside 
and locked the door. Then I brushed my teeth as quickly 
as I could. I went out through my back door and made my 
way through the gap in our fence and got back to 
Kevin's room with minutes to spare. 

He pulled me down into his bed and wrapped himself 
around me and went to sleep quickly. He must have been 
exhausted. He had fucked my daughter and I and been 
sucked off by us any number of times. I had lost all 
track of how many times we were taken this afternoon 
and evening. 

As I lay here awake with Kevin holding me tight I 
suddenly realized that for the first time in my life I 
was actually going to sleep with someone! I was twenty-
eight years old and had never actually slept in a bed 
with anyone in my life. I found it difficult to get 
comfortable, though I am sure that a lot of that was 
due to all of the flashbacks I was having of the day's 
events. I thought about what had happened to me, and to 
Lynn, and about the fantasies that I had explored as I 
read dirty stories on the internet. I was all too aware 
that my fantasies were now a reality. My life was now 
totally out of my control. It was very scary, and it 
really turned me on.

It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. Even 
so, I woke up long before Kevin did in the morning and 
I was forced to lie there with his arm and his leg 
draped over me and wishing desperately that he would 
wake up so that I could go to the bathroom.

He finally woke up and let me up. I rushed to the 
bathroom and just as I sat down he came in behind me 
and watched curiously as I emptied my bladder. He 
pushed my legs apart and stared at the stream of urine 
that, even though I was terribly humiliated, I could 
not have stopped if I tried.

He smiled and said, "I never saw a girl pee before." 
Then he squatted down and watched in fascination. 
Before I was finished he ordered me to hold my pussy 
open so that he could better see where it was coming 
from.

 I reached between my wide spread legs and gently pried 
my pussy open just as the last few spurt of pee 
squirted out. Then I wiped myself and stood up.

As soon as I moved out of the way he lifted the seat 
and for the first time I watched a boy pee. It seemed 
so much easier, I was almost jealous. 

We took another quick shower, and then we went down to 
the kitchen. Both of us were still naked. Kevin sat 
down and told me where to find the coffee and I got the 
coffee started. When it was ready I served us both a 
cup and then we sat and sipped our coffee and waited 
for his parents and my daughter to come down.

While we were waiting he looked at me and said, "How 
about a time out?"

He could see from my expression that I didn't know what 
he meant.

He said, "I would like to talk to you about yesterday. 
But I want to talk as friends, not as Master and slave. 
Can we do that?"

I was nervous about that. I could imagine what he 
wanted to know. He would want me to analyze myself. 
Explain how I could let this happen, especially how I 
could let it happen to my little girl. But I nodded. I 
decided that he could order me to tell him those same 
things if he wanted to. At least this way I could relax 
for a few minutes.

The funny thing was that as soon as I agreed, he seemed 
to get nervous. But he said, "I took part in the 
discussion that my parents had for several days before 
they, I don't know, I guess they enslaved you 
yesterday. I listened to them talk about you and what 
they planned. They explained to me what a submissive 
was and a dominant and they told me what they had 
planned and asked me if I wanted to join in the fun. 
Hell, I'm just as horny as any other teenager! Of 
course I wanted to play! Mom and dad had another slave 
girl once. But it has been a long time and I was too 
young. I didn't know about it at the time. They told me 
about it though and I thought it sounded hot. It is 
hot. I love it! But what is it like for you? Do you 
really like being treated that way?"

This was so hard. I didn't really understand it myself. 
I didn't know how to explain it. I didn't know why I 
was this way, either. I tried to make him understand 
that I had these submissive fantasies almost since 
puberty. But that I never expected to experience them. 
I didn't necessarily want to experience them. They were 
just exciting to think about."

"When I am being made to do things, when I am being 
used and humiliated I hate it, but it excites me. It 
excites me more than anything ever has. I don't know 
why I am this way, but now that I have experienced it 
in reality I have learned that the reality is even more 
exciting than the fantasy. My feelings about what is 
happening to Lynn are more complicated. I was probably 
just as excited by being forced to surrender my virgin 
daughter to you and your parents as you guys were. And 
it really turned me on to watch and even help as you 
all used her. It was exciting, but I am not so stupid 
that I don't know how wrong it is, and my conscience 
never stops bothering me."

"When you are doing things to me I don't have that 
conflict. Even though I know that what I am doing, what 
I am allowing you to do, is wrong, my conscience is 
quiet. But I feel guilty for allowing you to use my 
daughter like that. I can't help it."

Kevin smiled and said, "You know she is a submissive 
too, right?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I had no idea. I haven't 
figured out how your parents knew that I was. I don't 
know what I did or said that gave them that idea."

Kevin said, "I don't either. But they saw it in Lynn 
too. They started undressing her when she came over 
here to use the pool in the evening and making her swim 
nude and wait on us in the nude. And dad made her pose 
for hundreds of nude pictures. We played around with 
her a little, but there wasn't really any sex until 
last night. I got to play with her tits and her pussy a 
little. And we both made her lick and suck on our cocks 
a little bit. But mostly they just made her be naked 
from the time she got here until she went home. She got 
embarrassed, but she loved it. She is just like you, 
just younger."

I was relieved to hear that, but I was smart enough to 
know that what I was allowing them to do to my daughter 
was still very, very wrong. 

And speaking of my daughter, just then Steve, Carol and 
Lynn came into the room. They had showered, but it 
looked like they had had a long hard night. Lynn looked 
my way and smiled. It was a tired smile, but she didn't 
seem to be upset with me.

The Crosby's sat down and ordered me to make breakfast. 
Lynn sat down with them and had her first cup of coffee 
ever. It was just another in a long line of firsts this 
weekend.

I made breakfast and served my new Masters and Lynn at 
the table. I just had my coffee. 

I cleaned up after breakfast, this time with Lynn's 
help. Then Carol took Lynn and me to our house to pick 
out something for us to wear when we went out. She went 
into my closet and I heard her slamming things around. 
Then she came back out and said, "God you are a stodgy 
dresser! How did someone as sexy as you end up with 
this pile of shit to wear?!"

Carol made us lead the way to Lynn's room. Lynn's 
wardrobe wasn't much better than my own. I wouldn't 
permit her to dress very sexily, she was much too 
young. But her dresses were shorter and her tops more 
stylish and I figured that Carol would find something 
here to satisfy her. I was wrong. 

She looked through Lynn's clothes and turned to me and 
said, "Jesus Mandy, this is child abuse! How could you 
make a teenage girl wear this shit?! I should call 
Social Services and turn you in."

We followed Carol back to her house and up to her room. 
She went into her closet and came back out with a tiny 
sundress for me. She watched as I struggled into it. 
She is a size smaller than me and it fit pretty tight. 
After I had it on she walked around me and then she 
untied the top behind my neck and retied it, much 
looser now. I was going to have a lot of trouble 
keeping my breasts under the material that only just 
barely covered them as it was. And I was going to have 
to be very careful sitting down. I had never worn a 
dress this short in my life.

When she was satisfied with the way that I was dressed, 
Carol went back into her closet and came out with a 
miniskirt for Lynn. Lynn put it on and it was very 
short, but it wasn't short enough for Carol. She rolled 
the waistband under several times and now the hem was 
less than two inches below her crotch.

When Carol was satisfied with the skirt she looked 
through her tops for something slutty enough for Lynn. 
She had some pretty scandalous tops, but apparently 
nothing that was appropriate for a slave.

She gave up and stood staring at Lynn for a moment and 
then I saw her eyes light up. She went to a drawer and 
pulled out one of Steve's wife beater style t-shirts. 
She put it on Lynn and it was horrible. Only a thin 
strip of very thin cloth came up to cover her nipples. 
The shirt was far too large and hung down so low that 
both sides of her breasts were exposed. Her nipples 
were only just barely covered.

It made her look like a prostitute. But Carol wasn't 
finished. She went to her nightstand and came back with 
a pair of scissors and cut the shirt off just under 
Lynn's breasts in a ragged cut that allowed the bottom 
curve of her breasts to show in places. 

It looked terrible, but Carol loved it. 

Carol put on a more stylish outfit for herself. It was 
sexy, but more appropriate than the outfits that Lynn 
and I were forced to wear. When she was dressed we went 
back downstairs. The guys whistled as we came into the 
room. Then they went upstairs to dress. It was kind of 
interesting, watching guys walk around naked.

They were back soon and we went out and got in the car. 
We drove to a store on the other side of town that I 
didn't even know existed. It was a large store standing 
all by itself called Sweet Nothings. It seemed popular; 
there were already several cars in the parking lot. We 
got out and as we neared the store I could see from the 
display windows why it was called Sweet Nothings. The 
windows were full of sexy lingerie and sexier outer 
wear. 

We went inside and everywhere I looked I saw beautiful, 
revealing clothes. The kinds of clothes I had never had 
the nerve to wear. I noticed something else right away 
too. I looked to the right and along the wall there 
were a dozen small changing rooms. The last four didn't 
have doors on them! I came to a sudden stop as I 
noticed a woman trying on clothes in one of the rooms 
with no door and several people standing around 
watching her. She ignored them until she was dressed 
and then modeled the dress she had put on for one of 
the men watching. 

Just then I got a hard slap on the butt and Steve said, 
"Let's get moving Mandy. We need whole new wardrobes 
for you and Lynn, and we want to make sure to get one 
of those booths with no door. So get moving before they 
fill up."

We followed Carol up and down every aisle in the store. 
The three of them picked out one revealing, slutty 
outfit after another for Lynn and me. It was mostly 
sheer or semi-sheer tops, tiny little skirts and 
revealing dresses. Everything that they selected had 
the effect of emphasizing rather than covering our 
bodies. I was relieved when Carol picked out a half a 
dozen tiny, lacy little slips. I thought they were to 
wear under those sheer blouses. It wasn't until later 
that I learned we would wear them as outer garments.

In one corner was a large selection of crop tops, tank 
tops and sexy t-shirts with suggestive writing on the 
front of them. They picked out a half a dozen of them 
for Lynn and another half dozen for me. They said 
things like, "Have you seen Mike Hunt?" and "hello, I'm 
horny" and "I lick" and "Slippery when wet" and a lot 
of them, especially the halter tops, had strategically 
place cut outs that revealed an awful lot of flesh.

Lynn and I were now carrying all that we could hold in 
our arms so they started loading Kevin up. Steve picked 
out a couple of sexy panties for special occasions, but 
other than that we weren't permitted underwear. They 
looked at the swim suits. They had a good selection of 
incredibly revealing suits, but since we were to remain 
nude from now on it was decided that we could skip the 
suits.

We returned to the front of the store and hung all of 
the clothing up on an empty rack near the changing 
rooms. There were more customers in the store now and 
when people saw us getting ready to try on clothes in 
front of the booths without doors, I saw them start to 
drift over to watch. I was sent into the booth first 
and ordered to undress. By the time I had removed my 
little sundress there were five couples and three or 
four men standing around watching me.

I was handed each item of clothing, one item at a time, 
to try on and model for my audience. At first I was 
embarrassed about undressing in front of all of these 
people. But the more embarrassed I became, the more 
aroused I realized that I was. To make it even worse, 
Carol chastised me for getting so wet just from trying 
on clothes and she looked around and selected one of 
the single men that was watching and handed him several 
tissues. She asked him to dry me off so that I didn't 
stain my new clothes. 

He grinned from ear to ear and eagerly sopped up the 
flow of juices from my pussy. It took him a long time 
and required him to hold me in place with his other 
hand on my ass, but he did a thorough job.

We ended up getting nearly everything that they 
selected. A couple of the dresses were deemed to be not 
revealing enough and Carol took them back to the rack 
and came back with shorter or tighter ones. It took a 
long time, but finally my ordeal was over. That was 
when Lynn's began.

I would have thought that someone would have objected 
to a girl so young being made to undress and model for 
the growing crowd. But then, as I watched, I realized 
that if you didn't know that she was only fourteen, you 
really couldn't tell. In those slutty clothes she 
looked older. She still looked young, and vulnerable, 
but you really couldn't tell how young she was. Her 
breasts were the same size as mine, her pubic hair had 
grown in and she had trimmed it for her bikini. In 
fact, she had grown up enough that we could wear each 
other's clothing now. I was the only one that looked at 
her now and saw a fourteen year old girl.

Not long into her modeling session Carol selected 
another man to hand a few tissues to and allowed him to 
dry her pussy off. He threw his heart into it, just 
like the man that had been selected to dry my pussy off 
had done earlier. I watched as he stepped up to her, 
placed his hand on her ass and then rubbed the tissue 
over her pussy. As soon as he touched her pussy she had 
an orgasm. It was obvious to everyone. I looked around 
and was shocked at how much everyone was enjoying the 
show, even the women in the audience were flushed and 
staring wide eyed at my daughter's strip show. 

After we had tried on all of the clothes we pushed the 
rack over to the cash register. While the woman was 
ringing up our purchases, Carol spotted a selection of 
slutty chokers. They bought four of them, "Fuck me", "I 
love cock", "Slave", and "Slut", all in wide black 
velvet bands with large rhinestone letters that would 
be visible at quite a distance.

It was nearly two o'clock when we left the store. 
Thankfully Steve paid for the clothes. I had been 
worried because I didn't have enough money in my 
checking account. The total bill was over fifteen 
hundred dollars!

We stuffed our purchases into the trunk of the car and 
when we got in the car Carol drove. Lynn was on her 
knees between Steve's legs in the front seat and I was 
kneeling on the seat in back with my dress up over my 
ass and my mouth working on Kevin's drooling cock.

Both men came quickly. I think it is safe to say that 
they enjoyed the show. I had thought that we were going 
home now, but Carol drove to a large seedy looking 
house that was all by itself outside of town. We all 
got out and went to the door and a mousy looking woman 
answered the door. 

Carol asked for Smitty and we were directed to the barn 
out behind the house. The place used to be a farm, but 
that was obviously years ago. We went to the barn and 
we had to walk around a half a dozen Harleys to get to 
the door. The large front doors were closed, so Steve 
went to a side door and knocked and went in. 

We waited; Lynn and I were both pretty nervous. We 
didn't know why we were here but I had a feeling it was 
not going to be pleasant. 

After about five minutes, Steve opened the door and 
waived us in. We were introduced to Smitty, a very 
large, very hairy biker who looked to be in his mid 
fifties. There were a half a dozen equally attractive 
bikers sitting around drinking beer, but we seemed to 
be ignoring them.

Steve guided Lynn over to a stool and she sat down in 
front of a blank screen. The biker took her picture, a 
head shot, and then he went to a desk and in fifteen 
minutes he handed Steve a driver's license that said 
that Lynn was twenty-one years old!

He looked it over and nodded and then I was ordered to 
take off my dress. I didn't like the sound of that, but 
the men who were sitting around started paying much 
closer attention. There wasn't much involved in taking 
this dress off. I slipped the loose fitting strap over 
my head and slid the dress down off of my hips and 
stepped out of it. Carol took the dress from me and I 
was led to a nearby padded table. It was similar to 
what you might find in a doctors office. 

I looked around and saw tattooing equipment and started 
to get really scared. I have always been afraid of 
needles and I really, really didn't want a tattoo. But 
I didn't dare say anything. Not until they started 
strapping my wrists and ankles down. Then I looked 
around for Steve and all I could think to say was, 
"Please Master, I don't want a tattoo."

He seemed to think that was amusing. Even the bikers 
who had started to gather around got a chuckle out of 
it.

I found out why when Smitty pulled a table a little 
closer and started opening little sterile envelopes and 
setting things out. Then he slipped on a pair of latex 
gloves and started playing with my nipples. I realized 
what they had planned now and that was when I started 
to struggle. I begged them to let me go. I pleaded with 
them not to do this. 

Steve turned to the watching bikers and said, "Would 
one of you guys find some way to shut her up?"

The nearest biker stepped forward and began to unfasten 
his pants. He pulled out his hard, fat cock and moved 
closer. I was still struggling when he grabbed a 
handful of my hair and leaned down and got right in my 
face and said, "Little girl, if I so much as feel a 
tooth on my cock, you will be leaving this barn with 
your teeth in a plastic bag to put under your pillow 
for the tooth fairy. Do you understand me?"

He definitely got my attention. I nodded and he pulled 
my face closer to the edge of the table. I felt the 
fat, wet head of his cock press against my lips. I 
couldn't see too well because of the tears in my eyes. 
But I knew what I had to do. 

I started sucking on his cock, but I didn't get to suck 
for long. He grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth 
violently. I felt Smitty swabbing my nipples with 
alcohol and pinching them to make them stand up, but I 
was struggling to breathe at the moment and I was 
almost able to forget about him, right up until I felt 
something clamp down on my nipple and a needle being 
forced through my sensitive flesh. It hurt like hell. 
It hurt more than anything but childbirth. Although to 
be honest, I don't really remember childbirth that 
much. Just the labor pains. This was that bad, it was 
just over quicker.

I screamed around the biker's cock and he took that 
opportunity to shove his cock right down my throat. He 
held it there for a moment and then I felt his cock 
throbbing and I suddenly realized that he was cumming 
right down my throat.

I was so grateful when he finally pulled his cock out 
of my mouth and I could breathe freely again. But he no 
sooner backed away than another biker took his place. 
This guy was lazier. He made me do all of the work. I 
sucked him as hard as I could. I was trying to force 
myself not to think about what was about to happen to 
my other nipple. The worst thing was, the biker came 
just before Smitty got to the part where he stuck the 
needle through my nipple. I had sucked that guy off for 
nothing! 

As soon as I swallowed my mouthful of cum, Smitty 
clamped that device that looked like an eyelash tweezer 
down on my nipple and forcefully stuck his needle right 
through me. I passed out for a moment. When I came to I 
had rings in both of my nipples and they hurt like 
hell. But at least it was over. 

I looked around and saw another biker approaching. I 
thought, "Oh well, a blowjob I can handle. At least the 
stabbing part is done."

I opened my mouth and the biker started sawing his cock 
in and out of me. He had an unusual cock. Or at least I 
guess it was. I haven't seen that many. It was very 
long, but very thin. It went down my throat easily, but 
it went a long way down my throat. It felt funny, but I 
could breathe easily, so it wasn't a problem.

The problem didn't start until I felt Smitty start to 
work on the skin over my clit. I realized that my 
ordeal was not over and I lost it. I started fighting 
again and the guy with the long skinny cock pulled out 
and the next thing I knew I was seeing stars. He had 
punched me on the side of the head and I lay there now 
dazed, as he forced his cock back down my throat and 
began to fuck me violently.

It was another ten minutes before my ordeal was over. 
My head hurt, my throat hurt, my nipples and my pussy 
were on fire. Smitty unbuckled the straps holding my 
arms and legs and slapped my hip and told me to get up.

Steve came over and helped me stand up and led me over 
to Kevin. Kevin put his arm around me and supported me 
and Carol came over and daubed at my eyes with a tissue 
and said, "It's over now baby, but it had to be done. 
Just relax now. We'll go home soon and get you some 
Tylenol."

When she stepped back I saw the Lynn was strapped down 
now and she looked terrified. With good reason, I 
thought.

I tried to turn away but Steve ordered me to watch as 
Lynn went through the same process I had just been 
subjected to. It was bad enough to have to watch those 
nasty, smelly old men fuck her throat, but watching 
that big needle piercing her tender flesh was horrible. 
I watched as she screamed around the cocks in her mouth 
and the tears flowed down her cheeks and I felt 
guiltier now than ever. I have to believe she won't be 
spending a lot of money on me next Mother's Day.

The men using my daughter's mouth seemed to last longer 
than the ones that had used me had lasted. Lynn's clit 
had been pierced and the ring was in long before the 
third biker that stuffed his cock down her throat had 
finished. 

While Lynn was servicing the last biker, Smitty was 
putting his things away and then he unbuckled the 
straps holding Lynn in position. The third biker 
finally filled her mouth with cum and after he went 
soft he backed away and put his pants back together.

Smitty walked over to Lynn and pulled her off the table 
roughly. She groaned in pain as she was manhandled 
around and leaned over the table and Smitty pulled out 
his large cock and kicked Lynn's legs farther apart and 
forced his cock into my baby girl and fucked her. I saw 
her jump at the pain with each of his violent strokes. 
With every brutal stroke her nipples rubbed against the 
table and I realized that his big hairy balls were 
swinging up between her widely spread thighs and 
tapping against the new piercing at her clit. 

But I also saw something else that amazed me. She was 
getting turned on! She actually had an orgasm! I don't 
know if the bikers were aware of it, but the rest of us 
saw it. I didn't know whether to be happy for her or 
sad at what I had brought her to.

When the biker finally finished Carol went over to them 
and pushed Lynn to her knees. She obediently sucked him 
clean as he and the other bikers made humiliating 
comments. But it still wasn't over. 

While Lynn was sucking the biker clean, Carol wiggled 
her finger at me and I limped over and stood nearby. As 
soon as the biker was satisfied he pulled out and Carol 
pulled Lynn to her feet. I was pushed to my knees and 
made to clean her pussy. The worst part wasn't sucking 
her pussy clean though. The worst part was the pain in 
my pussy as I struggled to get to my knees.

At last this horrible ordeal was over and Lynn and I 
limped after the Crosbys as they made their way back 
around the house to the car. It was a hell of a lot 
farther going back than it had been getting here!

They left us alone on the ride home. We sat side by 
side in the back seat and held hands, wincing at every 
bump on the way home. We didn't even notice that we 
were naked until we pulled up into the driveway! 

It was early Sunday evening and there were people 
everywhere. People were walking up and down the 
sidewalks and working in their yards and there were 
kids playing in the street and running around in their 
yards. Steve finally got reasonable and we were ordered 
to put our clothes back on before getting out of the 
car.

Luckily, the outfits that Carol had selected for us 
this morning were very loose fitting and had a minimal 
effect on our newly disfigured bodies. Once Lynn and I 
were dressed we all got out and it took all of us to 
carry the bags of slut clothes to our house. 

As soon as we got inside and dropped off the bags of 
clothing, Carol went back to her house. Lynn and I had 
to strip and give Steve and Kevin a final blowjob for 
the day and then they left. 

Before he went out, Steve handed me a sheet of paper 
with the care instructions for our piercings and a tube 
of antibiotic cream we were to use on them. He reminded 
me that the back door had to remain unlocked when we 
were home. He told us that we would be left pretty much 
alone for the next week or so, except, perhaps, for an 
occasional blowjob. He told us that we were to wear 
only the clothes we had bought today from now on, but 
that we would not have to follow the rule about saying 
yes to everything this Tuesday. 

He finally left and I took Lynn into my arms, gently, 
and cried like a baby. She was crying too and that made 
me feel even worse. I had never planned to involve her 
in this. But then, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't 
planned any of this. I had just gone along. I had 
submitted. Still, it was one thing to go along, it was 
quite another for a mother to allow her daughter to be 
used this way.

I kept whispering through my tears, "I'm sorry baby, 
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." 
She held me and cried softly and we stood like that for 
the longest time, even though we were exhausted from 
the events of this past weekend.

We finally cried ourselves out and I stepped back and 
suggested that we both go brush our teeth and meet in 
the kitchen and I would make supper. 

Lynn said, "I need a shower too. I'll join you in a few 
minutes."

I nodded and went to my room. I brushed my teeth until 
the taste of cum was gone. Then I took a quick shower 
too. I dried off and went to my room and started to 
dress when I remembered that I didn't wear clothes any 
longer. Not in the house. I went down to the kitchen 
and stood in the middle of the room trying to decide 
what to make for supper. I wasn't hungry, even though I 
hadn't eaten anything but cum today. But I knew that I 
had to eat, and I had to feed my daughter. So I made a 
couple of BLTs, got out the potato salad, and poured us 
each a glass of tea and waited for Lynn to come down.

While I was waiting for her I examined my new jewelry. 
A dull ache radiated from all three piercings and I 
suddenly remembered the cream I was supposed to put on. 
I had left it in the living room and I went in to get 
it and stood looking at myself in the hall mirror as I 
applied it. It was like I was looking at someone else. 

As that thought went through my mind I realized that 
now I was someone else. I was no longer the 
conservative, single mom that I had been on Friday. Now 
I was a slut and a sex slave. I was the cunt that I 
read about in all of those stories that I masturbated 
to on the internet. But worse than that, I was the cunt 
that had allowed her daughter to be molested and abused 
right along with her.

I thought about those bags of new clothing in the 
hallway. I could see myself being forced to wear them 
for the neighbors, my new Masters. But how could I 
possibly wear those things to work? I was less than two 
years away from an almost certain promotion to a vice 
presidency at work. Could I jeopardize all that I had 
worked so hard for to please the Crosbys? 

But then I realized that, after what I had allowed them 
to do to my daughter I deserved every bad thing that 
could happen to me. I had not just allowed Steve to 
take her virginity, I had helped him. I had watched as 
Lynn had been used as a sex toy by the family next 
door, and then I had watched her entertain a store full 
of customers with one strip tease right after another. 
And finally I had watched as she was strapped down and 
had her mouth raped by three ugly bikers that were 
three or four times her age while another biker forced 
a needle through her nipples and then pierced her clit 
before fucking her. Some mother I turned out to be.

Lynn finally came down and joined me. We sat and ate in 
silence for a while. As we sat together afterwards, 
sipping our tea, I said. "I guess we need to talk."

"You think?" Lynn said.

I grinned at her, surprising myself. I didn't think I 
would do that again.

"Do you hate me?" I asked. "I would certainly 
understand if you did."

She looked at me and she seemed so wise for her age. 
She shook her head and said, "No, I must admit that I 
am surprised. They told me that you would go along when 
they started. Steve told me that you would do what you 
did. He promised me that you would help him fuck me."

I winced when she used that word. I know, after what we 
have been through that was stupid. But I don't know if 
I will ever get used to hearing my baby say fuck.

"I didn't know that they were..." I didn't know how to 
say it even. "I didn't know that they had started in on 
you. How did that happen?"

Lynn didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by this 
subject. I was twice her age and talking about this 
with her was giving me a headache. 

She thought back for a moment and then she said, "It 
started with Carol. We started talking about sex one 
day after school. We were sitting out by the pool in 
our bikinis and she started asking me the most intimate 
and embarrassing questions. She asked if I was still a 
virgin. She wanted to know if I masturbated. Eventually 
we found ourselves discussing fantasies. She wanted to 
know if I liked it when guys looked at my tits or tried 
to look up my skirt. I admitted that it was exciting, 
but embarrassing too. She asked me if I liked that hot 
feeling that I got when it happened and I admitted that 
I did."

"Then she asked me if I was a submissive like my 
mother. I didn't know what the hell she was talking 
about, so she explained. And as she told me about 
submissives and dominants I got so damned turned on 
that I was having trouble breathing. She was so matter-
of-fact about it, so I tried to act all grown up and 
not freak out. It was all very exciting, but I kept 
hearing her say "submissive like my mother" in the back 
of my mind and I thought she was crazy. Hell, you dress 
like a nun and I don't think you've had sex since I was 
born!"

She was almost right, I guess that I had done a good 
job of covering up the night that Charles had raped me.

She paused for a moment and then she continued. "I 
tried to tell her that she was all wrong about you, but 
she ignored that at first and pointed out that I had 
not answered the question about myself. I got real 
uncomfortable then. Because when she was telling me 
about submissives, it was like she knew all of my 
fantasies. She was watching me and she smiled and said, 
'I thought so.' I just blushed. I didn't' even try to 
deny it. Then she asked me if I wanted to learn more 
about it."

"I didn't realize what she meant at first. I was 
thinking she was going to tell me about it, or give me 
something to read. Well, she did give me something to 
read, when I left. But not at that moment, instead, she 
ordered me to stand up and take off my bikini."

Lynn was looking down as she talked, but when she got 
that part of her story she looked up at me and she saw 
my flushed face. I was picturing everything in my mind 
as Lynn described it, and it was turning me on. Lynn 
grinned; she knew how I felt, because she knew that we 
were the same.

"After she told me to undress she just sat there and 
waited. She knew I was going to do it. I could see it 
in her eyes. She knew that she had me. And I wasn't 
just thinking about getting undressed in front of Carol 
either. I was thinking about what it would be like if 
Steve was there, or Kevin. Before I undressed though, I 
asked her how she knew that you were a submissive. She 
told me that she knew the same way she knew about me. 
But she also knew from your talks."

I felt like I had to say something then. "Baby, I never 
talked about any of that with her. I won't deny that I 
had those fantasies. But I never discussed that with 
either of them. And I have never in my life done 
anything like that before. I don't know how she knew. I 
still don't know how she knew."

Lynn nodded and continued with her story. "I stood up 
and took off my bikini and Carol smiled at me, as if to 
tell me what a good little slave girl I was being. She 
ordered me to move a little closer and when I was 
standing in front of her she looked at my body and it 
was so exciting I could feel my knees shaking. I wasn't 
bi or anything, but I had never been touched by anyone 
else before and god, it was so wonderful. My fantasies 
were all about boys, or men. Sometimes I think about 
older men when I masturbate. It varies. But when Carol 
touched me it was so damned exciting. It felt so good. 
Much hotter than when I touched myself. I was so turned 
on that a few minutes later, when Steve came out 
through the patio door I didn't even cover myself up."

Lynn shivered with excitement as she remembered that 
event, and I shivered right along with her as I 
pictured him walking out and seeing my naked, fourteen 
year old daughter being molested by Carol.

"When he saw me he didn't seem at all surprised. He 
walked over and sat down where I had been sitting and 
watched Carol run her hands over my body. Then she told 
me to stand in front of my new Master. When she said 
that her finger was rubbing my pussy and I had an 
orgasm. I still don't know if it was from her finger, 
or from being told that Steve was now my Master."

"I just about collapsed onto the patio when that orgasm 
hit me, but I caught myself on the arm of Carol's chair 
and she sat there staring into my face while I caught 
my breath. Then I straightened back up and moved over 
to Steve's chair. When I got close he pulled me between 
his legs and at first he just looked at me. Then he 
asked me how I liked being a slave. I stuttered out 
something, I don't even remember what I said. I only 
remember when his hand reached up and touched my tit 
for the first time. I nearly collapsed again and he 
grinned and pulled me down into his lap."

"I felt that big lump under my butt as I sat down, and 
then he started playing with me. His fingers moved over 
my tits and played with my nipples and then moved down 
between my legs. As he touched me he told me that from 
now on I was to come over every day after school and 
undress in their back yard and stay naked until you got 
home. Between what he was saying and what he was doing 
with his fingers I was having one orgasm right after 
another and I didn't have any problem with what they 
were telling me to do."

"When they finally let me go home that first day, Carol 
gave me a half a dozen paperback books. They were all 
about young girls and women being raped or turned into 
sex slaves, some willingly, most not. I was ordered to 
read them all, and when I finished them I returned them 
and they gave me a half a dozen more. I can still 
picture the drawings on the covers of girls being tied 
up and gang raped and tortured. God they were 
exciting!"

"For the next week and a half that is what I did. I 
came home from school and went to their house. I went 
in through the back gate and sat undressed, usually in 
front of Carol and Kevin, but sometimes Steve was there 
too. One day Kevin brought a friend home from school 
with him and both boys spent all afternoon until you 
got home feeling me up and playing with my body. Every 
day they would spend as much time as they had until you 
got home touching me and playing with my body. I kept 
waiting for them to have sex with me. I was dying for 
it. Several times I begged them to fuck me, to do 
something. But Steve insisted that I would remain a 
virgin until you helped him take my cherry. And every 
night after I went to bed I read one of those books and 
masturbated with a vibrator that Carol gave me."

"I thought they were crazy, when they said that you 
were going to help them take my cherry. But whether you 
helped or not, by the time yesterday afternoon came and 
I got home from the mall and went to their house and 
saw you on your knees with that dog collar on, sucking 
on Steve's big cock, I was so ready to get fucked. And 
when I saw you doing everything that they told you to 
do it was so damned hot. I was actually jealous."

"But the hottest thing that happened was when Steve 
finally fucked me, and you helped. I would have bet 
everything that I own that you would not have done 
that. But when they undressed me in front of you while 
you were sucking Steve's cock and they had their hands 
all over me, fuck! I was so excited I was creaming in 
my panties big time."

"During the week and a half that they were making me be 
naked and feeling me up all the time, Carol kept 
telling me how conflicted that you were going to be. 
She said that you would love what happened, but that 
your conscience would bother you for letting them get 
away with doing things to me. Mom, I'm not supposed to 
tell you not to worry about it. They are getting a kick 
out of the fact that they are tormenting you by using 
me in front of you. I know I am kind of young to be 
doing this stuff. But I have to be honest. I have never 
had so much fun in my life."

"When they make me undress and they feel me up, when 
they make me have orgasm after orgasm and they force me 
to pose for all of those dirty pictures, fuck! I am in 
heaven. I try to act reluctant, but the only thing I 
have hated so far was today, the piercings. But now 
that it's done, I'm glad. I love those rings! They look 
hot. I can't wait to see what happens in a week or two 
when it's Tuesday and I can't say no to the boys at 
school. And I can't wait to start wearing those sexy 
clothes and not be allowed to keep my legs together. 
You know that the first time I get undressed in gym 
class and the girls see my new rings, every guy in my 
class is going to know by the end of the day. And they 
are all going to think that I am a slut. And on 
Tuesdays I will be. And there is no telling what kind 
of perverted shit our new Masters have planned for us."

"Carol said that they had a slave before. She was a 
teenager that had been Kevin's babysitter. Kevin didn't 
know it, but she was their slave for more than a year 
until she went away to college. Carol told me some of 
the things they made her do and it makes my pussy wet 
just thinking about it."

I waited for her to go on but when she didn't I asked 
her what sort of things she was talking about. She only 
smiled and said, "I promised my Mistress that I 
wouldn't tell you. It is supposed to be a surprise."

We got up then, we needed to take our new clothes 
upstairs and remove the tags and hang them up. 
Listening to Lynn's description of what had happened to 
her over the last week and a half had been an 
incredible turn on. I knew I should put a stop to this, 
I should never have allowed it to go as far as it had. 
But I knew that I wouldn't. I was just exactly who our 
new neighbors thought that I was, and I was doing just 
exactly what they knew that I would do.

We carried the bags of clothing to my room and 
separated them. Lynn put hers back in the bags and went 
to her room. I tried to separate out a half a dozen 
outfits that I could wear to work. There was not a 
single outfit that was appropriate for wearing to the 
office. I thought about putting some of my old clothes 
in the car and stopping somewhere to put them on when I 
went to work in the morning. But I knew that I 
wouldn't. I don't know what I was afraid of. They 
hadn't made any threats. They hadn't beaten me or 
whipped me. There was just something in me that made me 
obey.

I could only separate out the five dresses with the 
longest skirts that best covered my breasts. They were 
all totally inappropriate and just thinking about 
wearing them to the office was making me blush. But I 
knew that I would wear them.

I removed all of the tags and put everything away and 
finally I went to bed. It was early, but it had been a 
long, hard day.

I woke up before the alarm went off in the morning and 
took a quick shower and got dressed in the sexy little 
dress that I had already decided to wear today. I 
looked in the mirror once I had it on. It only came 
down to mid thigh and I was very conscious of my lack 
of underwear. I could see the outline of the small 
rings in my nipples through the material of the dress. 
Then I turned and the light hit me just right and I 
could actually see my nipples! I blushed, but I 
resisted the temptation to change clothes and slipped 
into my shoes and went downstairs.

Lynn had gotten downstairs before me and she was eating 
her cereal. She had made coffee for me and I thanked 
her and kissed her on the forehead. Then I checked out 
what she was wearing. I was looking down at her lap and 
the distance between her crotch and the hem of her 
skirt was less than half an inch. She saw where I was 
looking and blushed. I looked at her blouse and I had 
to wonder if she would be sent home. School was almost 
out for the year and she would be taking her finals in 
three weeks. She was a good student and I was proud of 
her, but she couldn't afford to miss any school in the 
next month.

I stared at her blouse. Her nipples hardened and were 
obvious. Her blouse wasn't transparent, but it was thin 
enough that I could see the outlines of the rings in 
her nipples. She finally said, "Mom, quit staring. 
You're just making it worse."

I shook my head and got a cup of coffee and sat down 
and tried to look at her and see what the kids at her 
school would see. I could just imagine what would go 
through the minds of all of those sex starved, hormone 
driven teenage boys. It was going to be a hard month 
for Lynn.

Before she stood up she handed me a note and asked me 
to sign it. It was from me, requesting that she be 
excused from gym for the following week because she had 
just had a minor outpatient surgery and would require a 
week to heal. I signed the note and wished her luck.

She got up and rinsed out her bowl and her glass and 
left for school with a quick goodbye kiss. I rinsed out 
my cup and left right after her. As I walked out to my 
car I saw Kevin and Lynn walking down the street 
together. His hand was on the cheek of her ass. 

I drove in to the office and tried to ignore the looks 
of my co-workers as I made my way to my desk. I was a 
supervisor and I had a large cubicle in the corner of 
the room. I hurried to it and sat down as quickly as 
possible. I didn't even stop by the break room and get 
a cup of coffee first. The women I passed on the way to 
my desk all came to a sudden stop and their jaws 
dropped when they saw my dress, what there was of it. 
They were so shocked they didn't even think to say good 
morning. 

The men were a different matter all together. Their 
jaws dropped too, and their eyes nearly popped out of 
their heads. I had known most of these people for years 
and they all knew that I was a very conservative 
dresser. Before very long, men started coming by my 
office and dropping off documents for signatures, or 
just saying hello and staring at my legs or the bumps 
in my top that got larger as they stared. Women came in 
as well, but they seemed nervous, like they wanted to 
ask me something but didn't dare.

At nine o'clock all the employees were summoned to our 
small auditorium and shortly after we were seated our 
office manager got up on stage and announced that he 
was retiring and introduced his replacement, Steve 
Crosby!

I almost screamed out loud. At first I didn't hear a 
thing that he said. I did notice that he glanced at me 
and I was immediately thankful that I hadn't decided to 
bring one of my conservative dresses to work and change 
on the way. 

Steve talked for a few minutes, introducing himself and 
then he told everyone that he would be around to meet 
everyone individually in the next day or two and told 
us how much he was looking forward to working with us. 
We were released back to our offices then and I just 
stayed in my seat and let everyone file out as I sat 
there wondering what all of this would mean for my 
future, and for the promotion to VP that I had been 
almost assured of.

Steve left the stage with a gang of executives and I 
finally stood up and returned to my desk. I forced 
myself to concentrate and before long I had, at least 
momentarily, forgotten about Steve and about the way 
that I was dressed.

People still came by my cube, but I managed to avoid 
having to leave my cube and move around the office. 
Whenever I had something that had to go to someone 
else's desk, instead of taking it myself I imposed on 
one of my visitors to drop it off. But by the end of 
the day, every man in my section of the office had 
gotten a very good look at my legs. I constantly had to 
pull down on my dress to keep my crotch covered. I had 
never been as aware of my sexuality as I was that day, 
and as a result my nipples and my pussy seemed to 
tingle constantly.

In the afternoon I heard Steve coming around with the 
retiring manager and introducing himself to everyone 
and talking to them for a few minutes. When he got to 
my cube I stood up and shook his hand as though we had 
never met and I listened to the manager tell Steve what 
a great worker I was and tell him how I was on the fast 
track. He praised me for my hard work and my constant 
innovations, but all the time I saw the surprise on his 
face as he stared at my dress. Or rather, he stared at 
all of me that wasn't covered by my dress. 

As they walked away I heard him talking quietly to 
Steve, telling him that he had never seen me dress like 
this before. He didn't know what had gotten into me.

Steve knew. I wondered again if my career had just run 
into a brick wall. But after a few minutes I turned my 
attention back to my work and the rest of the day flew 
by.

When I got home I found Lynn at the table doing her 
homework. She was nude, of course. When I got close to 
give her a kiss I saw that there were ropes of cum on 
her face.

She smiled up at me and said, "Kevin came home with me 
and I had to suck him off before I did my homework. He 
came on my face and then he ordered me to leave it 
there until I went to bed."

I bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips and I 
tasted his cum. I shook my head and then I went to my 
room and undressed and then I came back down and 
started supper. Lynn finished up her homework and set 
the table and I told her all about my new boss. I had 
wondered if she already new, but she was as surprised 
as I was. 

I asked about her day and she had had a rougher time 
than I had. Teenage boys are not nearly as discrete as 
the adult males that I work with. All day long boys had 
tried to look up her short skirt. And they had a lot of 
opportunities. Even though our slave rules had been 
suspended, her dress had been so short that her pussy 
was never far from being exposed. She had been 
particularly vulnerable when she had to go up the 
stairs for classes on the second floor. And both times 
she had been boldly felt up by the boys behind her on 
the way up the stairs.

She said that Kevin ordered her to stand by him 
whenever he was around. That meant before and after 
school and at lunch time. It hadn't been that bad in 
the morning, he had spent a few minutes walking around 
the schoolyard with his hand on her ass, but apparently 
that isn't such a big deal in schools anymore.

At lunch time though, she had walked out to the grassy 
area beside the school as usual and she saw Kevin with 
a half dozen of his friends. He was a sophomore and she 
knew the guys that he was with, but only to say hello 
to. They weren't a part of her normal crowd of 
acquaintances. 

She went over to him and stood near him while Kevin's 
friends stared at her in her sexy new clothes. She 
didn't share classes with them and they hadn't been 
among the boys struggling to peek up her skirt all 
morning.

Kevin ignored her at first, but then he put his arm 
over her shoulder and pulled her close and began to 
knead her breast absently while talking to his friends. 
Lynn said that her face had turned as red as a beet, 
but she just stood there quietly and let him do what he 
wanted.

His friends watched for a minute and then they started 
teasing. Making crude remarks about her body and the 
way she just stood there and let Kevin feel her up. 
Kevin was really feeling his oats and he told them that 
she would do anything he wanted. When they seemed 
justifiably skeptical he looked around to see that 
there were no teachers watching and then he ordered 
Lynn to unbutton the top three buttons on her blouse.

Lynn said that her first thought was, "Oh my god, my 
life is over." But then she realized that she was so 
turned on that her pussy was about to overflow. She 
reached up and unbuttoned the top three buttons as 
ordered and when she put her hands back down Kevin 
spread her blouse open and showed his friends my 
daughter's breasts and her newly modified nipples.

You can imagine their reaction. Before long each of the 
boys had been given an opportunity to examine my little 
girl's breasts and her nipple rings. She said that she 
had been too embarrassed to look at the boys while they 
were passing her around, but every time she looked 
around she saw other students staring at them. The boys 
had gathered around closely as they toyed with her, but 
some of the other students were in a position to see 
what was going on and she knew that by tomorrow she was 
going to have a completely different reputation all 
over school. 

She said that as she changed classes that afternoon 
boys she hardly knew kept saying, "Nice rings!" as they 
passed her in the hall. The attention made her that 
much more aware of her new jewelry and her new clothes 
and her nipples seemed to stay hard all day.

I asked her if she wanted me to try to reason with 
Steve and Carol. Try to get them to get Kevin to be a 
little more discrete and she sighed and said, "Yes, 
please mom. Being a slut in the back yard is one thing. 
Having everyone at school knowing about it is something 
else."

I got up and went out through the back door and went 
next door. The Crosbys were sitting out on the patio 
and talking when I approached. When they saw me I said, 
"Master, may I speak with you?"

Steve smiled and said, "What is it cunt?"

"Master," I began hesitantly, "I am concerned about the 
way Master Kevin is treating Lynn at school. It is 
different there. You know how kids are. I am not asking 
him to stop, I just don't want him to totally ruin her 
life and get her kicked out of school. I want her to 
have a life after she leaves home and goes to college. 
She is a very good student and I don't want her school 
work to suffer."

Steve looked like he was thinking about it. Then he 
said, "I will make sure that he knows he cannot do 
anything to get her in trouble with the authorities. 
But if he wants to show his friends her tits, or her 
pussy, I don't have a problem with that. Later, after 
she is healed, he will probably let some of them fuck 
her. Not the whole school, but certain of his friends. 
I don't have a problem with that either. But I will 
make sure that he is discrete, within reason. Keep in 
mind that humiliating her is half the fun."

I realized that I had gained nothing for her. In fact, 
from the devious look on Kevin's face I suspected that 
she would pay for my having asked for Steve's help.

Steve asked, "Anything else slut?"

"Yes Master," I responded. "I can't help wondering if 
my career is ruined as well. I had thought that in the 
next couple of years I would surely be promoted to a 
vice president's position when one opened up. Now that 
I am dressing like a slut, and starting next Tuesday I 
am afraid I will be made to do slutty things at work, I 
have to wonder if my future is ruined as well. I 
realize that I am just a slut now, but I am a good 
worker. I have worked hard and put in place a lot of 
innovations that have made our office a leader in our 
field. Is all that over now?"

Steve answered, "Everyone at the home office is aware 
of what a good job you have done over the years. When 
they sent me here they recommended that I make you my 
assistant, or at least rely heavily on your skills. 
Things will change for you at work now, of course. You 
are going to find yourself sucking and fucking people 
that you never would have before I arrived. But as long 
as you keep doing the job that you have been doing, I 
will see to it that you get that promotion. It may come 
with some nasty talk, but it's just like with Lynn, 
humiliating you is half the fun. Is that it?"

"Yes Master," I answered quietly. "Thank you Master."

Steve nodded and I left. I half expected that I would 
have to do something humiliating while I was there, but 
I guess he still had to keep Carol happy, and she did 
look like she had been recently taken care of.

When I got home Lynn had finished cleaning up the 
kitchen and she asked me if I had any luck. 

"Not that much," I said. "He said that he would remind 
Kevin that he had to make sure no one in authority 
could know about you. But he already knew what Kevin 
had done today and he seemed to find it amusing. He 
said that it was going to get worse once you healed. 
And I have to warn you, from the look on Kevin's face, 
I don't think he liked it that I asked Steve to have a 
talk with him. You may be paying for that tomorrow."

Lynn just shook her head and sighed.

I went and got a couple of towels for us to sit on and 
we went into the living room and watched a little 
television. But we were both too distracted by the 
drastic change in our lives. I excused myself and went 
to my computer room and checked my email. Most of the 
emails that I had were pictures of Lynn and me that our 
new Masters had sent me. I looked at them and I was 
disgusted. Not at the pictures, but at how aroused I 
got when I looked at them. I knew that it was so very 
wrong, but seeing those pictures of Lynn and me being 
shamed and abused made my pussy tingle. I would have 
masturbated if it were not for the ring over my clit.

I had been upstairs for half an hour when Lynn yelled 
up the stairs for me to come down. I got up and went 
downstairs and Carol was sitting on my couch with Lynn 
between her legs, eating her pussy. When I entered the 
room Carol ordered me to come over and kneel down and 
suck on her tits.

I answered, "Yes Mistress," and obeyed instantly. As I 
licked and sucked at Carol's tits I listened to my 
daughter eating her pussy. Carol pulled my head up by 
my hair and held the bottom of her bikini up to my 
face. I saw that the crotch was full of cum and I 
realized that Lynn was eating Steve's cum out of her 
freshly fucked pussy. I wasn't saved from that 
humiliation either. She ordered me to suck the crotch 
of her bikini clean and then she pressed it into my 
mouth. 

I sucked Steve's cum out of her smelly bikini bottoms 
while Lynn ate her out. When she was satisfied she 
pulled my mouth back to her tits and soon after I 
resumed sucking on her nipples she reached orgasm.

She pushed us away and sat up and put her bikini 
bottoms on again. Then she stood up and said, "We have 
decided that you should be punished for questioning 
Master Kevin's behavior today. So tomorrow your slave 
rules are in effect. Do you remember your rules 
slaves?"

We responded, "Yes Mistress," and Carol smiled and 
patted us on the head like a couple of pets and left. 
Lynn and I looked at each other and saw the same 
things. We saw fear of what tomorrow would bring, and 
excitement. We saw a shared arousal at the uncertainty, 
the promise of sexual torments and humiliations that we 
knew were possible. But there was nothing to say.

We went to bed then. But neither of us slept all that 
soundly. In the morning I showered and put my dress on. 
I had arranged my outfits for the week from least to 
most scandalous. I knew the looks that I was going to 
get today, but as strange as it seems, I was feeling a 
lot less pressure now that I knew that Steve was the 
manager and I didn't have to worry as much about what 
management might say to me.

I was still humiliated by having to go to work like 
this. It was even worse today. This dress was just as 
short as the one I had worn yesterday, but the top was 
thinner and my nipple rings were much more visible. And 
today I was not allowed to keep my knees together. I 
sat down in the chair in my room and looked down at my 
lap. With my legs six inches apart I could actually see 
wisps of my bright red pubic hair! It was going to be a 
long, hard day.

When I got downstairs I saw Lynn bent over the sink 
rinsing out her dish. She was only a millimeter from 
displaying the cheeks of her ass. Her skirt was much 
shorter than mine and there was no question that the 
boys at school were going to get a treat today. When 
she turned around I could actually see the darker pink 
of her nipples through her blouse. She saw my eyes go 
straight to her breasts and she turned bright red. I 
thought to myself, "And today is only Tuesday, What is 
it going to be like on Friday?!"

We left the house together this morning, I took my 
coffee with me so that I could get in a little early 
and to again avoid going to the break room for a cup of 
coffee.

Kevin was waiting outside for Lynn and when he saw her 
his face lit up. He looked us both over and then he 
ordered Lynn to unbutton another button on her blouse. 
When she had obeyed he handed her his books and they 
took off towards the school. I got in my car and drove 
to work. 

I was a little early, but there were still plenty of 
people to stare at me as I made my way to my desk. I 
had thought that after yesterday it might be a little 
easier, but it wasn't. I sat down at my desk and spread 
my work out in front of me and looked down to judge 
when my legs were six inches apart. After a life time 
of keeping my knees together it was quite an 
adjustment. I looked down and in the brighter light 
here in the office I knew that I was only a hair from 
being totally exposed.

I had only just sat down when my intercom buzzed. I 
picked it up and it was Steve. He complimented me on my 
dress, reminded me that my slave rules were in effect, 
and then he said, "I want you to go to the break room 
for coffee today. Just like you normally have in the 
past. And I want you to get out of your cube instead of 
getting other people to deliver files for you. And stop 
tugging at your skirt. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master," I said, automatically.

Steve hung up and as I put my phone down I saw one of 
my people, Greg, staring at me with his mouth open. I 
knew that he had heard me address Steve as Master. 
After he finally managed to close his mouth and come 
into my cube to hand me the file he had just finished 
with, I saw his eyes drawn to my lap like a magnet. I 
glanced down and saw that, from where he was standing 
he could see the tight little slit of my pussy. 

It became very awkward for me very quickly. Greg was 
staring at my pussy and he soon realized that I was 
aware of it, and that I was doing nothing to cover 
myself. I can only imagine what was going through his 
head. He must have assumed that I was showing him my 
pussy on purpose. Well, I suppose I was. I was being 
forced to do it, but I was submitting to the people 
that were forcing me willingly.

Gregg was one of the older employees here. He was a 
nice guy, I liked him. He was a good worker, but he had 
no desire to work his way up the management ladder. He 
just wanted to do his job and go home at night until he 
could retire in a few years. He was a good worker, but 
he was not a go-getter. Unlike some of the people under 
me, he had not been the least bit put out when I had 
been promoted over him. 

But our business relationship had just been 
transformed. He knew now that I had a Master. And he 
was looking right at my pussy. He could also see the 
rings in my nipples. I just sat there, waiting to see 
what he would say, or do. 

At first he just stood there staring. It seemed like a 
very long time. Finally he smiled and said, "I really 
like your new style of dress. It looks very good on 
you. I never realized just how sexy you were."

I thanked him nervously and after a pause he asked, "Is 
the change in your wardrobe your Master's idea?"

I groaned in humiliation. I knew that I had to answer 
him truthfully. In a voice not much louder than a 
whisper I said, "Yes."

Gregg glanced up at my face from time to time, but 
mainly he continued to stare at my slit, which I knew 
was very wet now. 

Gregg asked, "Does he know that your pussy is on 
display?"

I nodded.

Gregg was not stupid. He saw where this was going. "So 
he likes having people look at you, does he want other 
people to touch you?"

I didn't believe that I could get any redder. I was 
blushing so hard that my skin tingled. I finally shook 
my head again.

Gregg was standing beside me on my side of the desk and 
he leaned down, resting his left hand on my desk and 
his right hand went straight to my pussy. I gasped as 
his finger entered me and as his hand came into contact 
with my pussy his fingers jarred my new clit piercing. 
I jumped again, in pain this time. But he ignored that, 
probably assuming it was pleasure that I was reacting 
to. 

He moved his finger in and out of my sopping wet hole 
for a moment and said, "I'll be god damned! Does your 
Master let other people have sex with you Mandy?"

I groaned again. I wasn't sure myself if it was from 
pleasure of embarrassment. I finally answered, "On 
Tuesdays, on Tuesdays I have to do what I am told and I 
have to answer questions honestly."

"So if I told you to bend over and suck my cock right 
here and now," Gregg asked, "right here in your cube, 
you would have to do it?"

"Yes Gregg," I responded, and as I answered him an 
orgasm washed over me and I gritted my teeth to keep 
from crying out.

Gregg felt my pussy grip his fingers and he said, "Well 
I'll be a son of a bitch!" Then he looked at his watch 
and said, "Meet me in the parking garage in five 
minutes." 

Then he walked away. But not before putting his fingers 
in my mouth so that I could suck them clean.

As soon as Gregg left I struggled to pull myself 
together. "Christ," I thought. "It's starting already!"

I waited a minute for my breathing to return to normal. 
Then I stood up and walked down to the elevators. I 
went down to the parking garage in the basement of the 
building and stepped out. Gregg was waiting for me as I 
got off the elevator he ordered me to follow him. We 
went to where he had parked his Suburban and he opened 
the rear door and watched me climb in. 

He followed me inside and closed the door. I noticed 
that the side and rear windows were all darkly tinted, 
so at least we would have some privacy. As soon as he 
got in beside me he pulled me close and started to 
grope my tits. I jumped and pulled away and explained 
that I had gotten my nipples and my clit pierced on 
Sunday and they were still very sore. And I had to keep 
them sterile. So I begged him to take it easy on them. 

He sat back and said, "Okay, no problem, take you dress 
off. I want to see them."

My dress buttoned all the way down the front and I 
quickly ran my shaking fingers down the row of buttons 
and then let my dress spread open. I slipped it off and 
draped it over the front seat.

Gregg stared at my body for a few minutes and then he 
said, "God damn Mandy, I knew you were pretty, but I 
had no fucking idea! You have a perfect body!"

He turned in his seat and moved his hands lightly over 
my breasts, avoiding my rings, and then he traced a 
path down to my oozing pussy. As he slipped a couple of 
fingers into my pussy and started sawing them gently in 
and out he asked, "How long have you had a Master?"

I said, "Four days," and I was surprised myself at how 
short a time it had been. It seemed like a lifetime 
already.

He removed his fingers from my pussy and after I 
cleaned them again he unbuckled his belt and pulled his 
pants down to his knees. He looked at me then and said, 
"My wife hates to suck my cock. She refuses. But you 
can't refuse, can you?"

"Not on Tuesday," I told him.

"And you are going to swallow, aren't you?" he asked.

I nodded.

Then he reached up and gently guided my face down to 
his drooling cock. It was already very wet and very 
hard and I licked it clean before taking it into my 
mouth. His cock was about the same size as Kevin's, 
maybe a little thicker, so I had no trouble taking it 
into my throat. I guess that was a new experience for 
Gregg, I had only just begun when he grabbed my head 
and pulled it tight against his stomach and he shot a 
huge load of cum right down my throat.

He finally let me go and I sat up. His face looked as 
red as mine now. Though lately, my face was red most of 
the time lately. I was afraid that Gregg was going to 
have a heart attack.

He finally opened his eyes and said, "Son of a bitch 
Mandy! That was the most fantastic blowjob I have ever 
had! You seem to have learned a lot in four days."

I nodded and started to put my dress back on. He put 
his cock away and zipped up his pants and straightened 
out his clothing. Then he looked outside and when no 
one was around he let me out and said that he would 
follow in a few moments.

I hurried to the elevator and made my way back to my 
office. Since I was up, I stopped by the ladies room 
and made sure that I wasn't too mussed up, and then I 
stopped and got a fresh cup of coffee to take back to 
my desk. I was still confronted by shocked stares every 
time that I ran into someone in the building, but I was 
getting used to it, sort of.

As soon as I got back to my desk the intercom buzzed 
and I picked it up. It was Steve. He told me that he 
was impressed, I had done a very good job and he was 
pleased. 

I didn't know how the hell he knew, but he ordered me 
to sit back in my desk and look underneath. I could 
just make out something under my desk, and a small red 
light glowing on it. It was a camera. He could hear and 
see everything that I did!

A chill ran down my spine as I realized how lucky I was 
that I had obeyed my slave commands all morning. 

I finally returned to my senses and said, "Thank you 
Master, I am glad that I pleased you."

"Now, come to my office slut. And be quick about it," 
he snapped.

I got back up, took a quick sip of my coffee. Then I 
grabbed a file so that it would look like I was going 
to see him on a business matter and I rushed down the 
hall to the executive suite. I told the receptionist 
that Mr. Crosby had called me and she escorted me to 
his office.

He ordered me to stand in front of his desk and tell 
him what had happened. I told him everything, filling 
in the details when he requested, and then he pushed 
his chair back from the desk and his pants were down to 
his knees. I knew what he wanted and I hurried around 
his desk and dropped to my knees in front of him. I 
took his long, fat cock into my mouth and he came in 
less time than he ever had before. I guess that he was 
very much enjoying my humiliation at Gregg's hands. 

I sat up and swallowed Steve's cum and he stood up and 
put his pants back together. He smiled his most 
arrogant smile and ordered me back to work. As I got 
back to my cube I looked at the clock. It wasn't even 
lunch time yet!

I got back to work and managed to take my mind off of 
sex and the drastic change in my life in the last four 
days, but when lunch time came and I had a moment to 
relax I thought about Lynn and wondered what torments 
she had to suffer through today. I hoped that Kevin 
wasn't being too hard on her because I had gone to his 
dad for help.

I worked through lunch, but I normally did that, so no 
one thought anything of it. In the afternoon there was 
another intermittent, but fairly steady parade of men 
coming to my office, either just to say hello or to 
discuss some case they were working on. Since I had 
been ordered to stop pulling my skirt down my pussy was 
on display to anyone that came to the side of my desk. 
And every man in the office seemed to have heard about 
it because at one time or another every man in the 
office came around to the side of my desk today and 
stared at my pussy.

And I could only sit there and let them look. Only one 
other man had the nerve to do more than look though. He 
was another of the older employees and I had the 
sneaking suspicion that Gregg had let him in on my 
secret.

The other man was not one of the men that worked for 
me. He was the supervisor in another section down the 
hall. We knew each other, but not that well. He came 
into my cube and without saying a word he stared down 
at my pussy. 

After a moment he looked into my eyes and smiled. He 
could see how humiliated I was, but he also saw that I 
made no move to cover myself. He bent over my desk and 
reached down and lightly ran a finger up and down my 
slit. When I didn't move he said, "I'll be damned, it's 
true!"

That was when I knew for sure that Gregg had clued him 
in. 

He stood up and dried his finger by rubbing it on my 
upper lip. Then he said, "Meet me at Gregg's Suburban 
in five minutes."

There was another clue! I gave him a head start and 
then I met him at Gregg's car. He opened the back door 
and fondled my ass as I climbed inside. He followed me 
in and in moments I was naked and sucking his cock. It 
was the shortest cock I had ever seen. I doubt if it 
was more than four inches long. But it was also the 
fattest cock I had ever seen. My lips were stretched to 
the limit as I took his cock into my mouth. I didn't 
have a lot of up and down room to work with, but at 
least I didn't have to take that fat thing down my 
throat!

I thought that was a plus, until he came in my mouth 
and I tasted the most bitter mouthful of cum that I had 
yet had to deal with. I had thought that I was past 
gagging at a mouthful of cum, but his was so impossibly 
bitter that I could hardly keep it down. It made me 
wonder what kind of diet he was on.

I finally got it down and got dressed while he watched. 
Then he left, leaving me alone in the back of the 
Suburban. I waited until no one was around and got out 
and locked the door and closed it. Then I hurried 
upstairs. I stopped in the ladies room again and rinsed 
out my mouth. Then I got another cup of coffee and went 
back to work. These Tuesday blowjobs were really 
starting to interfere with my work.

Twenty minutes later I looked up and Steve was at the 
entrance to my cube. He smiled and said, "Come with 
me."

I followed behind Steve as he walked to the elevators. 
He seemed more stern than usual and I was wondering 
what I had done wrong. 

We only went down one floor. I followed him to an 
office and the man inside stood up when we arrived and 
greeted Steve warmly while he stared at me lustfully. 
He was a very large, very tall and muscular middle-aged 
black man. He came out from behind his desk and we 
followed him down the hall, back towards the elevators. 
Just before we got to the elevator lobby he stopped and 
opened an office door and we all went inside.

Steve turned to me and as he unbuttoned my dress he 
said, "You are spending entirely too much time going 
back and forth between your desk and the parking 
garage. From now on, when your boyfriends order you to 
accompany them somewhere on Tuesdays, you bring them 
here. Mr. Carter has graciously agreed to let you use 
this empty office. You will, of course, be required to 
reimburse him. Your Tuesday routine from now on will 
include stopping by Mr. Carter's office first thing in 
the morning to get the key from him. If he is in a good 
mood he will come here with you to make sure everything 
is in order. Then, in the afternoon, before you leave, 
you stop by and return the key to him."

He paused to remove my dress and then he said, "You 
understand all of that, don't you cunt?"

"Yes Master," I responded nervously. But I was 
thinking, "Oh my god, a black man, a huge black man!"

Steve smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous cunt, he 
knows about your new jewelry and he has agreed not to 
try to pick you up by your nipple rings for a couple of 
weeks."

I was hoping that was a joke. But he looked strong 
enough to do it.

Steve said, "Let me know if you have any problems with 
her," and left.

Mr. Carter stood in front of me with a wide grin on his 
face and started to remove his pants. He stepped out of 
his pants and then his underwear and tossed them on the 
empty desk. 

When he turned back to face me I saw his cock for the 
first time and I breathed a loud sigh of relief. His 
cock was still soft, but it looked no larger than 
Steve's. I dropped to my knees without being told and I 
took his cock into my mouth. That was when things 
started changing quickly. His cock started growing. And 
it kept getting longer and fatter and soon it was 
nearly as fat as the short one I had sucked right after 
lunch, but it was at least nine inches long. There was 
no way I was going to get this huge black snake down my 
throat, but thankfully he didn't expect that. I did 
suck it as enthusiastically as possible, and he seemed 
to enjoy it. But long before he came he pulled me to my 
feet and bent me over the desk and started feeding his 
cock into my pussy. 

It hurt as the pressure was applied to my bruised clit. 
And I felt stretched almost beyond my body's capacity 
to expand. But finally he had most of that thing buried 
in my pussy and fuck it felt good! I had been turned on 
all day and I really needed to be fucked right now. I 
came before he had even gotten into a rhythm! I was 
bent over getting fucked from behind by a huge black 
man that I had just met and I was thinking, "Christ! 
It's just like one of those stories that always get me 
so excited!"

But then it got better. He started fucking me violently 
and with each stroke his balls battered into my pussy 
and irritated by new ring and for some reason that just 
made me even hornier. I came three times before he 
filled my pussy with a huge load of hot cum. Then he 
watched with an amused, somewhat arrogant smile on his 
face as I dropped to my knees and licked and sucked him 
clean.

He started to get dressed and I looked at the river of 
cum running down my thigh. I knew I could never make it 
to the ladies room like that and I knew the only 
solution. I reached down scooped his cum up and ate it 
while he watched. Then he looked at his watch and said, 
"Shit, I have to get back to work. I sure would like 
another shot of your hot ass Mandy."

I quickly put my dress back on and took the key. I went 
back upstairs and checked the time when I got to my 
office. I still had two hours to go! 

I guess that every man in the office had finally 
paraded through my office to look at my pussy by the 
time I got back from getting fucked by Mr. Carter 
downstairs. They finally started leaving me alone and I 
was able to get some work done. 

Things were pretty normal for the next two hours. I got 
up once for a drink, juice this time, I had consumed 
enough coffee today. I was interrupted a couple of 
times by a few men that couldn't believe what they had 
seen the first time, or just had to see it again. It 
looked different now though. I glanced down and my 
pussy was red and swollen and definitely looked freshly 
fucked.

I waited until the office cleared out and put my work 
away and started to leave the building when I 
remembered that I had the key to the office that I had 
to return to Mr. Carter. 

I went to his office and he was just leaving. I handed 
him the key and he grinned when I thanked him. I 
realized how that must sound. It amounted to thank your 
for raping me, kind sir.

But he took the key and said, "No dear, thank you. I 
shall be looking forward to Tuesdays a lot more than I 
ever have in the past."

I blushed still more, and then I made my way to the 
parking garage. I half expected to be stopped by 
someone on my way to my car, but nearly everyone was 
gone and I made it out safely.

I would normally plan supper as I drove home from work. 
That was all changed now. Now I thought about all of 
the men that had come into my office and looked at my 
pussy. I thought about the cocks that had invaded my 
body today. And I wondered about Lynn and how much she 
had been abused at school today. Suddenly I found 
myself parked in my driveway and I hadn't even noticed 
how bad traffic had been on the way home.

I hurried into the house to check on Lynn. She was 
naked at the table and today her face was clean. But 
when I bent down to kiss her I smelled cum on her 
breath. She looked a little haggard and I said, "Let me 
go get undressed and you can tell me all about it while 
I make supper."

She nodded and went back to her homework while I went 
upstairs and took my dress off. I also brushed my teeth 
and used a moist towelette on my pussy. Then I went 
downstairs and started supper. 

Lynn looked up and said, "I have two more math 
problems, then we can talk, okay?"

I nodded and left her alone until I heard her close her 
books. Before she got started I opened a bottle of wine 
and poured us both a small glass. If she is old enough 
to be a sex slave she is old enough for a glass of 
wine.

Yeah, I know. She is not old enough to be a sex slave. 
But life isn't always what it is supposed to be.

While supper was cooking we sat across the table from 
each other and I asked, "How was your day?"

Lynn rolled her eyes and said, "It gets a little harder 
every day. Word got out that I didn't raise a fuss when 
the guys grabbed my ass in the hall. And a lot of guys 
know about the rings and the show I put on in the 
schoolyard yesterday. But shit started happening right 
away today. In my first class of the day I sat down and 
opened my legs six inches, the way we were told."

I nodded, remembering how much flesh that six little 
inches exposed. And her skirt had been even shorter 
than mine.

The guys all started making a game out of dropping 
their pencils in front of my desk and bending down and 
slowly picking them up. When I left my legs open they 
didn't know what was going on, but they knew that they 
had permission to look. The fourth or fifth guy to drop 
his pencil was that fucking Jeff Blunt. He has been a 
pain in the ass since the first grade. He bent down and 
when he looked up my skirt he said, "Why don't you 
spread those thighs a little wider, slut."

"So of course I had to. He got a good look then, but 
before he could do anything else the teacher finally 
came in. I don't know what would have happened if she 
hadn't come in when she did. I looked up at the 
blackboard finally and out of the corner of my eyes I 
could see all the girls looking at me. I couldn't face 
them though. I couldn't look them in the eye. I knew 
what they were thinking. I think I lost a lot of 
friends today."

I reached across the table and took her hand and said, 
"I'm sorry baby."

But she grinned wryly, shrugged and said, "I let them 
start training me before you did. And I got just as 
excited by the whole concept. I just hope I can handle 
it. It's going to be a long month at school."

We had another sip of wine and Lynn went on with a 
description of her day.

"My next class was upstairs and all the way down the 
hall and all the way up the stairs guys were playing 
with my ass or lifting my skirt up and checking it out, 
showing it to their friends. It was that way the rest 
of the day. By now every boy in school has seen my ass, 
and most have seen my pussy."

I had to get up then and serve dinner, she continued as 
we ate.

"That was how things went until lunch time. I thought 
about staying inside, but I knew that Kevin would make 
me regret it. So I walked out with the other kids that 
don't eat lunch and headed towards the tree where Kevin 
hangs out. But he came up behind me before I got there 
and took my arm and pulled me out into the parking lot. 
I had to hurry to keep up, he was really rushing me."

"We went to a van that was parked in the shade and he 
pulled me around to the other side. The side door was 
open and there were a dozen guys and a couple of girls 
just lounging around, waiting for the entertainment. 
Kevin told me to hand him my clothes and get in the 
van. It was one of those custom vans, but an old one. 
It was kind of ratty looking. With fifteen people 
watching I took my blouse and my skirt off and handed 
them to Kevin. Then I climbed inside and the guys were 
all over me. He had to remind them over and over to 
stop fucking with my rings, they got pretty carried 
away."

"The girls were looking at me like I was some kind of 
monster, but the guys all started getting their cocks 
out. All of the guys were sophomores. I knew them, but 
not very well. I started sucking them one at a time 
while the others all watched. While I was sucking one 
of them, two or three of the others were always playing 
with my tits or my pussy. Finally Kevin told them that 
if they didn't quit fucking with the rings then it all 
ended. After that it wasn't so bad. But by the time I 
had gotten to the last guy my jaw was killing me and my 
lips were all swollen up."

"After I had eaten all twelve of them Kevin fucked my 
ass. They really got off on watching me suck his 
fucking cock clean. I thought the girls were going to 
throw up though. While they had been getting sucked off 
I listened while they asked Kevin about me. He told 
them that I was his sex slave, and that he fucked me 
and you. But he didn't tell them that I had to do 
everything anyone said on Tuesdays. They all know what 
a slut I am now though."

"The afternoon started out as more of the same except 
when I was changing classes before my last class, which 
was the study hall they put me in until I could go back 
to gym class, two guys pulled me into the boy's room. 
They pushed me to the floor, right in the middle of the 
fucking room with a room full of boys all crowding 
around staring at us and I had to suck them both off. I 
think they were both seniors, I don't know how they 
found out about me. While I was sucking them off one of 
the guys tucked my skirt into my waistband and I was 
half naked until I had sucked them both off. Things are 
really getting weird at school. I don't know what it's 
going to be like when I am a senior, if I last that 
long.

We finished supper and Lynn helped me clean up the 
kitchen. It was still early, but we didn't feel like 
watching television, so we sat and had another glass of 
wine and talked quietly with most of the lights out. We 
both seemed to be having the same basic experience, 
though she was obviously having it much worse than I 
was. And we were both having the same reaction. It was 
horrible, and yet it was so exciting that we stayed 
turned on all day long.

I had noticed that my conscience wasn't bothering me as 
much as it had been. I knew it was wrong of course. But 
I knew what she was feeling, and I knew that she was 
enjoying it as much as I was, in that perverse kind of 
way. I was still worried about her getting in trouble 
though. It would really suck if she were to get thrown 
out of school with just over three weeks left.

The next day, Wednesday turned out to be almost a day 
off for me, sexually at least. My outfit was more 
outrageous, but only slightly. My skirt was the same 
amount of too short as it had been yesterday. But I did 
not have to let everyone that wanted to have sex with 
me today. I still had to have my pussy on display. But 
I didn't have to leave the office and give free 
blowjobs to my fellow employees.

A lot of the guys dropped by in the morning to see what 
I was wearing and check out my pussy. It just seemed to 
tickle the hell out of them that I would sit there and 
blush and let them look at my pussy. But soon everyone 
got down to work and things were almost normal.

During lunch a friend of mine came in peeked her head 
into my cube and said, "Mandy, do you have a minute?"

I pushed the file I was working on away and sat up, 
scooting under my desk as much as I could, and Kara 
came in and sat down beside my desk.

I could tell by the way that she looked at me what this 
was about. She stared at me for a minute, noting my 
nipple rings and my short, short skirt. I suppose she 
had been listening to the guys in the office rave about 
me for a couple of days now. She knew how conservative 
I had been and she was really confused. She finally 
asked, "Mandy, what has come over you?"

It was not Tuesday; I didn't have to answer her. But we 
had been friends for a long time and I trusted her. And 
besides, the change in my dress and my behavior was so 
radical, I really felt like I had to explain. I even 
found myself wanting to talk to someone, to explain to 
someone. I finally sighed and slumped in my chair and 
decided, 'what the hell, what have I got to lose?'

"Kara, I will tell you what is going on, or at least 
some of it, but you have to promise not to freak out."

She looked at me and I noticed that she kept glancing 
at my nipple rings. They were much more obvious today. 
The material covering my breasts was so much more sheer 
than it had been on Monday.

She said, "I will try, I can't promise until I have an 
idea what we are talking about here."

I really liked Kara. She was a couple of years older 
than me, and she had always been a little wilder. At 
least wilder than my old, conservative self. She had 
often tried to get me to loosen up and go out and have 
fun. It was Kara that set me up with my two blind 
dates. And she was always on me about dressing less 
like a spinster, her words, not mine. But we had been 
close friends for a long time, despite out different 
personalities. Now I was about to find out just how 
much wild she could handle.

"Okay," I said, "here goes nothing." I leaned closer to 
her and lowered my voice and I said, "As of Saturday I 
have become a sex slave. I have a Master now. He has 
had my nipples and my clitoris pierced and he has made 
me have sex with him, his wife and his teenage son, as 
well as several people in this building and several 
bikers." 

It took a lot less time to tell than I had expected, 
but the look on her face was just exactly what I 
expected. She was in complete shock.

She seemed to be waiting for the punch line. It was a 
long time before she finally responded. She whispered, 
"Are you being blackmailed?"

"No Kara," I answered. "Someone found out about my 
fantasies, and those are my fantasies, and they started 
ordering me to do things. And I let them. I am still 
letting them."

She was quiet again for a long time and then one of the 
things that I said finally registered and she said, 
"His wife?"

I nodded.

There was another long pause and she said, "What about 
Lynn, what does she think of all of this?"

Now I had to pause. This was the truly humiliating 
part. I took a deep breath and said, "She is their 
slave too."

"Oh my god, Mandy!!" she said in a very loud whisper.

"I know," I said. "I had a problem with that at first. 
My conscience still bothers me a little. But they 
started with Lynn before me. And it turns out that she 
has the same fantasies I do. I didn't know how to stop 
it. No, that isn't an honest answer. Kara, it turned me 
the fuck on. I didn't want to stop it. I didn't try to 
stop it."

"Kara, you are going to think I am one sick bitch, but 
I helped my Master put his cock into my daughter so 
that he could take her virginity."

I saw Kara turn a deep shade of red. She looked at me 
like I had two heads for a minute. Then she said, 
"Okay, I can only assume that the real Mandy went to 
sleep near a pod last weekend. The Mandy that I know 
can't even say 'cock'. What have you done with the real 
Mandy?"

Kara was taking it better than I thought she would. I 
think. I smiled and said, "I think I finally am the 
real Mandy. I can't say I'm not scared about what will 
happen. But that is part of the excitement."

Kara nodded and said, "I know," so quietly that I 
almost didn't hear it.

"You know?" I asked.

"Do you know why I divorced my husband?" she asked.

I shook my head. It wasn't something that we had ever 
talked about.

"Because he caught me talking to men in chat rooms on 
the internet. He read some of my saved chats that I 
thought were so well hidden. He told me that I was sick 
and I should be sterilized and locked up away from 
decent people. Because I went online to find dominant 
men and talked to them about all kinds of nasty shit, 
and I did anything that they wanted. Or at least I 
talked about doing it, I imagined doing those things 
for them. I have still not found a real life Master."

Now I was the one that was shocked. Our lunch period 
was almost over and I invited her to my house for 
dinner. I told her that she might see some things that 
would shock her, but that I would love to talk about 
this more. 

She jumped at the chance and we made plans to meet on 
the way out and she would follow me home. She knew 
where I lived, but I kind of wanted to be there when 
she walked in and saw Lynn.

The rest of the day passed quickly and I was anxious to 
get home and have an honest conversation about my life, 
and her life, with Kara. She met me in the parking 
garage and followed me home. I got out of my car and 
waited for her and then she followed me into the house, 
where we both got a big surprise.

I learned later that Steve had been listening to our 
conversation at lunch time and he had arranged for 
Kevin to have Lynn on all fours on the living room 
floor facing the door, fucking her violently when we 
walked in.

Lynn was unfazed. I suspected that she had been told 
what would happen and Lynn later confirmed that Kevin 
had told her that I was bringing Kara home.

She looked up and smiled at us as we walked in and I 
heard the breath leave Kara like she had been punched 
in the stomach. She came to a screeching halt and her 
jaw dropped. Then I started taking my dress off and 
Kara didn't know where to look. 

I turned to her and said, "I'm sorry, I should have 
told you, Lynn and I are not allowed to wear clothes in 
our house, our yard, or our Master's house or yard. I 
hope that isn't a problem."

She was staring at Lynn, watching Lynn's breasts 
swinging wildly as she knelt submissively and let that 
teenage boy fuck her brains out. Lynn seemed to be 
getting an extra kick out of having an audience. She 
started moaning loudly and swearing under her breath at 
first, and then she started egging Kevin on. "Harder! 
Fuck me harder! Oh god that feels good Master. Fuck me, 
please Master. Oh god your cock feels so fucking good!"

I had undressed and I walked into the room and bent 
down and lifted Lynn's face up and kissed her lips. It 
was meant to be just a hello kiss, a mother-daughter 
sort of thing. But she stuck her tongue in my mouth and 
I dropped to my knees and we put our arms around each 
other and kissed passionately while she had a huge 
orgasm. As she started coming down off of her sex high 
I broke the kiss and kissed her all over her face until 
Kevin finally pulled out of her. He stood up and walked 
over to me and I sucked him clean without a moment's 
hesitation.

But since Kara and I had walked in, Kevin had been 
staring at her. Kara was a very pretty woman. She had 
just turned thirty, but she could easily pass for a 
young woman in her early twenties. 

After I had cleaned his cock, Kevin walked over to Kara 
and walked around her. Kara closed her eyes and 
shivered and I watched in fascination as he moved in 
front of her and with an arrogant manner and a dominant 
air you would never expect from a fifteen year old boy, 
he said, "Why are you still wearing clothes, bitch? 
Slaves are not allowed to wear clothes in this house."

Lynn and I watched as Kara turned an even deeper shade 
of red and began to undress. It was very exciting to 
watch. We could see how humiliated she was, and how 
excited. I heard a noise in the kitchen and I looked up 
to see Carol and Steve watching. Well, Steve was 
watching, Carol was recording everything on her digital 
movie camera.

I could tell that Kara was unaware of them though. She 
was concentrating on Kevin, and on her humiliation. 
When she had removed all of her clothing, Kevin walked 
around her again. She had a perfect body. Her breasts 
were a little larger than mine. They looked like a C 
cup. She had a nice flat stomach and a slender waist. 
Her hips were in perfect proportion to the rest of her 
body. And she had long slender legs that looked toned 
and muscular. Hell, she was turning me on!

Kevin began to explore her body as he moved around her. 
As she submitted to his touch, Kara's eyes closed and 
her head tilted back and it looked like she was panting 
she was so excited. 

Kevin grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed hard and 
said, "I didn't tell you to close your eyes cunt. Open 
them, now!"

Kara was startled by his harsh tone and she quickly 
straightened up and opened her eyes. When she did she 
saw Kevin's parents and she recognized Steve. She 
screamed and covered her breasts and her pubic area 
with her arms and when she did Kevin laughed and 
slapped her ass so hard that it made me wince. She 
screamed again and he yelled at her to put her arms 
down.

She looked at Steve. It was obvious that her 
humiliation had been increased about tenfold when she 
realized who my Master was, and that it was someone 
that she knew. Well, she didn't know him, she had met 
him. She knew who he was.

Kevin ordered me to lie on my back and I obeyed 
instantly. When I was in place he grabbed a handful of 
Kara's long blonde hair and pulled her across the room 
and forced her to her knees between my legs.

I smiled down my body at her and she groaned and 
whispered, "Oh god."

Kevin released her hair and stepped back and she looked 
up at him for a second before turning back to me and 
slowly bending down and kissing my pussy. She paused 
for a second when she saw the piercing there, but then 
she started kissing and then licking my pussy and as 
long as she stayed away from my clit it felt very, very 
good.

As she was eating me Kevin got closer to her face and 
asked, "Have you ever eaten a pussy before cunt?"

She lifted her head and said, "Oh god no, never!"

As soon as she spoke Kevin drew his arm back and 
smacked her ass again. 

She screamed into my pussy and Kevin said, "Master! You 
address me and my father as Master at all times, and my 
mother as Mistress. Don't forget that again!"

"No Master," she mumbled into my pussy.

While Kara had been distracted by Kevin and busy eating 
my pussy, Steve had been undressing and he came over 
and dropped to his knees behind her and reached down 
and started playing with her pussy. I saw her eyes open 
wide as he toyed with her, and then close in ecstasy 
when he began pushing the long, fat cock of his into 
her.

It was amazing to watch. It made me wonder what I 
looked like when it was happening to me. She was 
enjoying the hell out of it, although her nose kept 
bumping into my clit now and making me uncomfortable, 
it still felt nice having her mouth on my pussy. I 
watched her as Steve fucked her and as she began to get 
closer and closer to cumming I started to worry that I 
wouldn't get to cum. But after Steve came in her pussy 
and made her suck him clean he ordered her to finish me 
off. Wasn't that nice of him?

While Kara returned to eating me out, Lynn bent down 
and began to kiss me again. She was really turning into 
a great kisser. And her fingers gently moved over my 
breasts and soon I was pulling Kara's hair and grinding 
my pussy against her lips and cumming loudly.

Kevin had taken over the camera and Carol sat down on 
my couch and got comfortable. After I got my breath 
back, Carol ordered all three of us to crawl across the 
room to where she was sitting. We started across the 
room in a line, but Kevin stopped us and handed the 
camera to Steve. Then he came over and lined us up so 
that as we crawled across the room Lynn was in front, 
Kara was next with her nose buried in Lynn's ass, and I 
was last, with my nose buried in Kara's ass. I couldn't 
wait to see that video!

When we reached Carol, Lynn was ordered to eat her 
pussy while Kara and I each were assigned a breast to 
make love to. We each kissed and licked and sucked one 
of Carol's breasts and watched as Lynn ate her pussy 
enthusiastically. Steve came around and got a lot of 
good close-ups as we quickly brought Carol to one loud 
climax after another. She made us provide her with a 
half a dozen of them before she finally pushed us away 
and went limp on my couch.

Kevin must have found it pretty exciting, because he 
was hard again and he sat down next to his mother and 
ordered Kara to suck him off. She rushed to comply, not 
wanting another one of those harsh slaps on her butt. 
While Kara was sucking him off, Kevin ordered me to get 
into a sixty-nine with Lynn and we gave each other a 
couple of nice orgasms for his entertainement before 
Kevin finally came again.

When everyone was finished using everyone else, Steve 
got my attention and said, "Cunt, tell Kara the slave 
rules and loan her something to wear tomorrow."

"Yes Master," I said. 

He turned to Kara and said, "You will come back here 
after work on Thursday and Friday and you will spend 
the night on Friday. If you have any arrangements you 
need to make, make them. You may or may not be used 
over the next two days, but your training will start on 
Saturday. Do you have any questions cunt?"

Kara looked up at Steve and said, "No Master." She 
sounded exhausted.

Our Masters left then and the three of us struggled to 
our feet and made our way to the kitchen table. I 
opened another bottle of wine and after looking over 
the dinner possibilities we decided to order a pizza. I 
had been so busy getting trained and entertaining my 
new Masters that I had not gone to the grocery store 
last weekend.

After Lynn called for a pizza we all sat down and began 
to talk, finally.

I was dying to know how bad Lynn's day at school had 
been, but first I had to find out how Kara felt now 
that her fantasy was coming true. I had not expected 
this kind of reception. But I should have known that 
Steve wouldn't pass up a chance like this.

I suddenly wondered if our house was bugged too. I 
looked around, without drawing attention to what I was 
doing and without even getting up from my seat I could 
see two more of those small cameras like the one under 
my desk at work. I imagine that they were in every room 
in my house now. But I tried to act like I was unaware 
of it. 

After a few sips of wine and silent contemplation I 
turned to Kara and said, "Well, was it everything that 
you hoped it would be?"

Kara tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn't do 
it. She broke out in a huge grin and suddenly she was 
talking like a school girl. "Oh my god! Mandy! That was 
so fucking hot! It was even better than my fantasies. 
Why didn't you tell me who your Master was?"

I grinned and said, "I didn't think that was my place. 
That was up to my Master." What the hell, a little 
brown nosing couldn't hurt.

"Fuck! I loved it all!" Kara had apparently just had 
her dreams come true. I knew the feeling.

She paused for a second and then she said, "Oh god, I 
ate out my best friend!"

I reached over and patted her hand and said, "Yes, and 
you did a very good job for a beginner. Thank you."

Lynn was watching her and smiling, she understood too.

I turned to Lynn and asked her about school. 

"Well, it wasn't Tuesday, that helped." Kara looked 
confused and I told her that she would understand in a 
moment when I told her the rules. Lynn continued, "It 
was the same old shit in the hallways. Every guy that 
got within reach of my ass did just that. It seemed 
like every guy in school had his hands on my ass today. 
But lunch wasn't so bad. I had to go to the van in the 
parking lot again, but there were no girls there, and 
only six guys. But this time two of them fucked my ass, 
two of them and Kevin."

"After I was released it was back to hallway gropes and 
the guys looking at my pussy every time I sat down in 
class. Then the same two guys pulled me back into the 
boy's restroom before my last class. This time they 
stripped me before I was forced to suck them off. I had 
a hell of a time convincing them to leave my fucking 
rings alone. There was a large audience again, and the 
guys that are just watching are really pissed that they 
are only getting to watch. I am worried about where 
that could go."

"Then I got home and got undressed and started working 
on my homework and just before you came home Kevin came 
over and you know what happened after that."

The pizza arrived then and I sent Lynn to the door with 
a check. She was a little nervous, but she went to the 
door and opened it to find that the thing she feared 
had finally happened. Our pizza was delivered by a kid 
she recognized, a junior from her high school. After a 
brief conversation he stepped inside, I suppose she had 
offered him a proper tip, and when he saw us he got all 
flustered. I don't suppose that he had ever imagined 
getting a blowjob from a girl while her mother was 
watching. But Lynn set the pizza down and dropped to 
her knees and he tried half-heartedly to push her away 
but she didn't seem to have that much trouble getting 
his pants down. 

While she was sucking the boy off, I went over and said 
hello, grabbed the pizza and took it to the table. Kara 
was obviously fighting hard to keep from laughing as 
she watched. I went and got some paper plates and 
napkins and before long Lynn was helping the tongue 
tied young man put his cock away and then she joined us 
for pizza with a cute little cum eating grin on her 
face.

While we ate we talked and I found out more about Kara. 
She lived alone now in a small apartment and had no 
pets, no debts, and no real reason to stay there. So I 
invited her to move into our home. We discussed it, she 
seemed to be reluctant, not to give up her privacy, but 
reluctant to impose. While we were discussing it the 
phone rang and Lynn went to answer it.

She picked up the phone and said, "Hello." Then she 
listened for a minute and laughed loudly and hung up. 
When she returned to the table she said, "Well, that's 
the end of that discussion. It's no longer and offer, 
Kara, now it's an order. When you get home you can 
start packing. We are all going to help you move on 
Saturday."

I guess the cameras are no longer a secret. I saw the 
funny look on her face and I pointed out a couple of 
them.

We talked and finished off the bottle of wine and since 
Kara had to wear one of my outfits to work tomorrow we 
decided she might as well spend the night. We went to 
my room and tried to find her something of mine that 
she could wear. It wasn't easy. You wouldn't think 
there would be that much difference between a B and a C 
cup, but my new blouses were pretty tight on her. And 
her legs were longer than mine, which made the skirts 
look shorter. But she sure did look hot.

Lynn sat on my bed and watched as Kara tried on several 
of my new outfits. She was getting a kick out of it, 
laughing and teasing Kara about her big boobs and long 
legs. 

Kara smiled and said, "You'd like these long legs if I 
wrapped them around you, you little smart ass."

Lynn stuck her tongue out at her and said, "Yeah, and 
I'd trade boobs with you too. I hate having little 
boobs."

I took offense at that, since we were both a B cup, but 
I let it pass.

We finally decided on an outfit for Kara and then the 
three of us took a shower in my large walk-in shower to 
wash off the smell of sex. Not that we minded the smell 
of sex, but we were all kind of sticky.

After we dried off I kissed Lynn goodnight and Kara and 
I got into my nice, big, king size bed. Lynn started 
out of the room but Kara called out to her and when she 
turned around Kara said, "Sweetheart, turn out the 
light and come here and lay down with us."

Lynn smiled and turned out the light and was in bed 
almost before the room got dark. As we lay there in the 
dark Lynn and I went over the slave rules with Kara. 
She got a kick out of some of them, she was a little 
nervous about Tuesdays.

After she had memorized the rules we were lying there 
quietly, waiting to fall asleep when suddenly, after 
about ten minutes of peace and quiet, Kara said, "Jesus 
Christ Mandy, I can't believe you are a cunt! You were 
the most uptight bitch I ever knew!"

Lynn and I cracked up.

The next morning we all took another shower together 
and then Lynn went to her room to get dressed. I put on 
my next outfit and when Kara saw me she said, "Well, I 
feel a lot better about what I have to wear now."

 I looked in the mirror and the dress I was wearing was 
designed to look like a skirt and blouse. But the 
blouse part was almost sheer. I could see the color of 
the little gold balls at the ends of my nipple rings. 
As I looked down at myself my nipples got hard and I 
could see the little crease in the end of my nipple. It 
was going to be a busy day in my cube.

Kara had her skirt on and was sitting on the bed. I 
pointed to her knees and said, "Six inches, cunt."

Kara smiled and spread her legs a little farther apart. 
When you get to be our age, keeping your knees together 
is second nature. Spreading them for the entertainment 
of the general public takes concentration.

She finally stood up and put her blouse on. It was a 
black sheer, and her nipples were just as much on 
display as mine were. I didn't feel sorry for her 
though, instead I felt better. Misery loves company. 
Now the people at the office will have two sluts to 
talk about.

We went downstairs and I came to a halt when I saw 
Lynn. She was wearing a micro miniskirt and a t-shirt 
that said, "Have you seen Mike Hunt?"

I looked at her and she just shrugged and said, "It's 
this or a sheer blouse. Either way I think you can 
expect a call from the office today."

Well, it wasn't like we had a choice. If that was the 
most conservative top she had, that was what she had to 
wear.

Kara and I went in to the office together, and it felt 
good to not be the only slut there. Gregg came in a 
couple of time in the morning, to look me over and to 
hint that maybe it might be fun to not wait until next 
Tuesday to have a little more fun in the garage. But I 
told him that I wasn't free to make that decision, my 
pussy didn't belong to me anymore.

I did let him play with it a little though. I kind of 
felt sorry for him.

During the day I went to the break room a couple of 
times for a fresh cup of coffee and when necessary I 
went to the ladies room. Kara joined me in my cube for 
lunch and we talked quietly about all of the attention 
that she was getting now. The male attention that is, I 
told her that she would find that the women she had 
been friends with wouldn't talk with her anymore. At 
least the women that had been friendly with me never 
spoke anymore. All I got now was that look of disdain 
as we passed in the hallway.

It turned out to be a very easy day. On the way home I 
learned that Kara had been called to Steve's office and 
he had bent her over his desk and fucked her. And she 
had had quite a few of the men from the office come in 
to check out her newly displayed pussy. But the guys 
had gotten used to the fact that mine was always on 
display and not nearly as many men stopped in to enjoy 
the view today. I guess they were all down the hall 
checking out Kara.

When I got home I had a new problem though. As soon as 
I got in the door Lynn handed me a note from the 
school. The assistant principal wanted to see me as 
soon as I could arrange it. Lynn said that the shirt 
she had worn to school today had given her ass a rest, 
because instead of lifting up the back of her skirt, as 
had become the norm, the boys were lifting up the front 
of her skirt to see her cunt, as suggested by her t-
shirt. Two different teachers had sent her to the 
principal's office and they wanted to talk to me. 
Yesterday would be just fine.

I took the note and went next door to show it to Steve. 
He smiled and said that he would take care of it. Then 
he invited the three of us over to use the pool. It 
seemed to be an invitation and not an order, so I told 
him that we would be over after supper and I went back 
to the house. 

Kara had already started supper and we ate and cleaned 
up and went next door. I expected to be put to work 
servicing our Masters. Instead we were given drinks and 
swam in the pool and enjoyed some small talk. They 
treated us almost like people for a while, until the 
doorbell rang and Carol sent Lynn to answer the door.

Lynn came back out to the pool with two men. One of 
them looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember 
from where. Steve and Carol got up and introduced 
themselves and as soon as I heard their names I knew 
what was going on. They were the principal and vice 
principal of the high school.

The two men were staring at the three of us as if we 
were steaks and they hadn't eaten in weeks. The 
principal looked at Steve and said, "Is this what you 
meant my worth our while? I must say, you have a very 
attractive stable of flesh here."

Steve and the two men talked for a while and, in 
response to an order from Steve, we stood nearby, 
giving them the opportunity to run their hands over our 
bodies absently, as if they were used to being 
surrounded by naked young women. They discussed Lynn's 
outfits and her sexual servitude and decided that Steve 
would tone down the outfits slightly, and they would 
visit us in our home once a week for an hour or two.

Now that business had been taken care of the principal 
turned to us and said, "I can't believe that you two 
are mother and daughter, you look more like sisters." 
Then he looked at Kara and said, "All three of you are 
very beautiful. But I have to be honest. I am 
surrounded by scantily dressed teenaged girls for most 
of my day and it has become harder and harder to not 
bend over and bite them on the ass as they pass me in 
the hallway. Miss Horn, I am going to fuck the shit out 
of you tonight."

Lynn smiled at him and curtsied. Then she said, "Your 
wish is my command sir." 

Steve stood up and suggested that we take the men to 
our house and do whatever they want, for as long as 
they want. As we led the two men away Carol called out 
to Lynn and said, "Call me after they leave Lynn. We'll 
go through your closet and see if we can find something 
for you to wear that is slutty enough for us, but 
modest enough for them."

The principal smiled at Carol and said, "Not too 
modest, Mrs. Crosby. It isn't that we didn't think she 
looked lovely, but we have a lot of stuffy old teachers 
to keep satisfied. We just need to find a happy 
medium."

Carol said, "I'm sure we can find something, maybe you 
can stick around for a while after you are done using 
them and we can pick something out together."

Both men thought that sounded like fun and we led them 
back over to our house. As soon as we got in the living 
room we helped them undress and they both started with 
Lynn. Kara and I understood perfectly. These poor men 
had been getting teased by teenaged girls in sexy 
outfits for years. They were dying to take one for a 
ride.

But we weren't left out. While they plugged holes in 
either end of my daughter, Kara and I got down beside 
them and kissed them and caressed their asses and their 
balls and allowed them to explore our tits and our 
pussies. Group sex was a new experience for them and 
now they were surrounded by young, and relatively 
young, naked, sexually available women. 

Despite their age, both men were in their mid fifties, 
we were able to keep them going for nearly two hours, 
with sex shows in between bouts of mild to wild sex. 
The principal got to live out several of his fantasies 
that night. He not only got to fuck a teenager and her 
mother, but he got to fuck them both in the ass. They 
both got a kick out of watching us eating each other 
out. It was a night of pleasurable firsts for both of 
them and I felt a lot better about Lynn's academic 
career now. I had really been worried about her at 
school.

When both men were finally sated we sent Lynn over to 
get Carol and she came back and we went through Lynn's 
old and new wardrobes and selected enough outfits to 
get her through the week. Several of the new outfits 
were borderline acceptable, but both men were willing 
to walk that line. But for the last two days of the 
week her outfits would require something from her old 
wardrobe, but they agreed on some minor modifications 
that would make them a bit racier.

After the two men left, Carol got undressed and lay 
down and I ate her out while Lynn and Kara teased and 
pleased her tits. As I got started Carol looked down at 
me and said, "See, I told you we would take care of 
you."

I don't remember her saying that, but I was relieved 
that Lynn would be able to finish out the school year. 
I was still bothered by the fact that Lynn was now the 
school slut and didn't have any girlfriends anymore. 

While we were pleasing Carol, Kevin came over and sat 
on the side of the bed and watched. I wondered what it 
would be like to see your mother like that. I mean, I 
know that Lynn was seeing me that way. But it must be 
different for a boy to see his mother as a sexual 
person. I remember growing up, my parents, at least to 
my mind, were completely asexual. But it seemed like 
both Kevin and Lynn had easily accepted and very much 
enjoyed their mother's sexuality. 

Kevin was watching closely and waiting his turn. It 
came as no surprise when he chose Kara and pulled her 
away from his mother's breast. Variety is, after all, 
the spice of life. He rearranged Kara so that she was 
standing up and bending over and as she returned her 
lips to Carol's tit, Kevin took her from behind. 

I guess all of that female nudity and all of that 
licking and sucking was too much for him, because he 
came quickly and after watching for a little longer he 
turned around and went home. Carol kept us going for 
another half hour. She was a woman that knew what she 
liked.

After Carol left we went to bed and I don't know about 
the others, but I was so glad that tomorrow was Friday. 
It had been a long, exhausting week. I had nearly lost 
track of how many people that I had sex with since 
Saturday. Poor Lynn must have no idea at all. Kara was 
just getting started, but I am sure that the Crosbys 
would find some way to bring her up to speed this 
weekend.

In the morning I felt a lot better about the outfit 
Lynn had on when she went to school. It was still 
slutty, but only slightly sluttier than the average 
teenage girl might wear to school these days.

My outfit, on the other hand, was the most revealing 
yet. I had saved the worst for last. Kara's was only 
slightly less revealing. But I was more concerned with 
me. I got dressed and looked in the mirror and my 
breasts were plainly visible. This dress was not made 
to wear without a jacket or a slip and a bra. I might 
as well be topless.

Kara and I looked at each other before we left the 
house and all we could do was shake our heads. My 
outfit was revealing enough that the men began to 
parade through my office again when I got to work. Half 
way through the morning, Gregg came in and tried to 
talk me into a trip to the garage again. I was trying 
to politely turn him down when the intercom buzzed and 
I picked it up. Steve told me to give the poor guy a 
blowjob so that he could get back to work. 

Isn't it nice the way Steve is so concerned with his 
employee's welfare? I hung up the phone and stood up 
and nodded my head at Gregg and the look on his face 
made me happy to do it. 

I headed for the elevator with Gregg following several 
paces behind. We were alone in the elevator and he had 
his hands all over me. He stood behind me and reached 
around and groped my breasts while he rubbed his hard 
cock against my ass. It wasn't until we were half way 
down to the garage that I remembered the security 
cameras in the elevator. But I just looked up and 
smiled and let Gregg have his fun. As I did I thought 
about how drastic the change in me has been. But then, 
I thought, I haven't changed; I just became a lot more 
honest with myself about who I am. I was always a slut. 
I just refused to allow my inner slut to come out. If I 
hadn't been a slut then I would not have masturbated to 
those nasty stories until my arms were about to fall 
off.

We finally made it to the garage and into Gregg's 
Suburban. I climbed in and took off my dress and Gregg 
was all over me. I helped him get is pants off and I 
sucked him off easily. Just like last time, he came 
very quickly. But this time he held my head down and I 
continued to lick at his cock after he came. 

He got hard again very quickly and he turned me around 
and made me kneel on the seat. He adjusted my position 
until he was able to get lined up just right and he 
plowed his rejuvenated cock into my welcoming pussy. I 
was glad now that I had sucked him off because I 
couldn't suck a cock without getting turned on and I 
really needed a good fuck. Well, to be honest, Gregg 
wasn't all that good, but he was enthusiastic and I was 
more than willing to settle for that. I managed to have 
a pretty good orgasm before he came again and then I 
sucked him clean and used some tissue from his console 
to clean myself up. 

We got dressed and got out of the car and I almost 
screamed out loud. One of the security guards was 
standing right there waiting for us. He was a very 
large security guard, very imposing. But he was cute 
too.

He asked us to come with him and we followed him to an 
office near the elevators. He held the door for us and 
then he invited us to have a seat. There were two other 
security guards inside. One of them was staring at a 
bank of monitors and he turned to smile at me. I 
realized why he was smiling, he recognized me from the 
elevator ride earlier. He was returning my smile! The 
other guard was an older man. He was sitting at a desk 
and appeared to be in charge.

The guards were polite but aloof. The one that had 
escorted us in stood back and we waited for the man in 
the chair to speak. He looked very serious, but somehow 
I didn't think it was that big a deal. We groped in the 
elevator and we fucked in the garage, but we hadn't 
really been in public. The Suburban had dark windows. 
Nobody had seen anything. At least I didn't think so.

The older guard, the one that seemed to be in charge, 
finally spoke. "Mr. South," that was Gregg's name. "For 
future reference, Mrs. Horn has an office available to 
her on the seventh floor. You no longer need to 
entertain her in your vehicle. We have no objection to 
you groping her in the elevator, as long as you are the 
only two people in there. But I am going to have to ask 
you not to fornicate in the garage. There is just too 
much foot traffic in there and eventually someone will 
be offended and then we will have to take action. Is 
that alright sir?"

Gregg had apparently been seeing his life flash before 
his eyes and he must have stopped breathing from the 
time we got out of the car. He suddenly exhaled loudly 
and said, "That is more than alright, and I thank you 
for being so understanding."

The guard said, "That's quite alright sir. You can go 
now. We have a few things to discuss with Mrs. Horn."

Gregg looked concerned but I told him that I would be 
fine and he almost ran out of the security office.

As soon as he was gone the older security guard stood 
up and said, "Would you come with me Mrs. Horn?"

I followed him down a short hallway and into a room 
that had a small cot in it. If he thought that I was 
going to be surprised he was disappointed. He stood in 
back of me and began to unzip my dress. As he undressed 
me he said, "I spoke with Mr. Crosby and he told me 
that you had an hour or two to kill and he said that 
you really liked to please a man. Especially a man with 
a badge, is that true?"

As he spoke I helped him get my dress off and then I 
turned around and smiled and looked at his name tag and 
I said, "Officer Kelly, if there is anything that I can 
do to please you, please let me know."

I helped him undress then, and he turned out to be a 
much better lover than Gregg. He had a very nice cock 
and he did not lack for stamina either. I lay under him 
on that cot and I came three times before he finally 
filled me with cum. 

After he was done the other two guards cycled through 
one after the other. The two younger ones went around 
twice. The younger one, the cute one that had escorted 
us to the office, was very, very good. His name was 
Tony and he had a personality that was as cute as his 
face. I really enjoyed being with him. The other one, 
the guy that had been on the monitors was kind of cute 
too, but not much of a lover. 

After they had all been satisfied, and I had been very 
satisfied, I was led naked to a small bathroom and the 
older guard watched me clean up. When I was finished he 
led me back to the room and I dressed and thanked him 
for a pleasant morning. He smiled and said, "Any time 
my dear. I can assure you that we all enjoyed your 
company today."

I left then. On the way out I smiled and waived goodbye 
to the younger guards and then I got in the elevator. I 
was alone all the way up and I stood facing the 
security camera and smiled and lifted my skirt and 
played with my pussy all the way to the eighth floor.

It was lunch time when I got back to my office and I 
went to Kara's cube to see if she wanted to talk, or 
maybe go get a bite to eat. All that sex had caused me 
to work up a bit of an appetite.

Kara looked up when I came in and said, "Where the hell 
have you been?!"

I told her about my morning and she was definitely 
jealous. She wasn't hungry though and so we just talked 
until it was time to get back to work. I started to 
leave her office but then I got curious. I went over 
behind her desk and pulled her chair back. I looked 
under her desk and saw the little red light and I 
smiled and waived and then I went back to work.

I was really getting backed up because of all of the 
sex. My desk was becoming a bottle neck. Files were 
coming to me for either action or approval and I was 
off having sex. I needed to put in some overtime and 
get caught up. I called Steve and asked if I could work 
late and get caught up and if he would give Kara a ride 
home. He agreed that I needed to get caught up and said 
he would approve a couple of hours of overtime. I told 
him that I was going to work off the clock. I didn't 
want it to look like I couldn't handle my job. I just 
wanted him to know that I would be here. He said it 
would be okay and I called Kara and told her.

I finally stopped worrying about my cunt and my tits 
being exposed and started concentrating on my work. I 
got a lot done, but as I expected, I still had a good 
two hours of work to catch up on at quitting time. I 
had worked late before though, and I knew that I worked 
a lot better once everyone was gone and the phones were 
quiet.

By the end of the two hours I had cleaned up my backlog 
and was getting ready to go. I cleared off my desk and 
went to the elevator and down to the parking garage. As 
I walked past I glanced into the guard room, but they 
were the late shift guards and I didn't recognize them.

 I walked to my car and drove home without all of the 
frustration, since rush hour was over.

When I got home I undressed, but the house was empty so 
I went out back and looked through the new passage way 
between our yards. Lynn and Kara were next door with 
the Crosbys. Carol and Steve were there, and Kevin and 
a half dozen of his friends. When Steve saw me he 
waived me over and the four boys that were having sex 
with my daughter and Kara stopped what they were doing 
and looked up. 

When I got closer, Steve said, "Some of Kevin's friends 
thought it would be hot to have sex with a mother and 
daughter so he invited them over. Go over there with 
the other sluts and get down on all fours and start 
entertaining our guests, cunt."

I smiled and walked over and said hello to the boys and 
got down on my hands and knees and as soon as I did I 
had a cock in my pussy and another in my mouth. The 
cock that I was sucking on was covered in pussy juice, 
and I soon found out why. Every few minutes the boys 
stopped and pulled their cocks out of which ever 
orifice and which ever girl they happened to be fucking 
and they all changed places. They were having a ball. I 
suppose this must be a wet dream come true for a half a 
dozen fifteen year old boys. 

It wasn't long before they started cumming and after 
they had all cum and been sucked clean we got into a 
daisy chain and sucked each other clean as well.

We spent most of the next hour moving from lap to lap 
and getting groped until one of the guys got hard again 
and then who ever was deemed responsible for the 
erection was tasked with taking care of it. It had only 
been a week since we were pierced, but the discomfort 
from those injuries was already minimal and I was 
starting to reap the benefits of a pierced clit. And 
trust me, there are great benefits. It makes a girls 
clit supersensitive and every movement of the ring 
stimulates it. And every damned movement seems to 
stimulate the ring. It was making sex a lot of fun. I 
couldn't imagine not having it now.

The boys finally left after they watched us clean each 
other in another daisy chain. It had been fun, but I 
was exhausted. I was so grateful when Carol offered me 
a cold beer and a slice of leftover pizza. We all sat 
around and sipped beers and talked for a while. 

Steve had borrowed a pickup truck and we were all going 
over to Kara's apartment tomorrow morning to help her 
move into my house, which was becoming known as the 
slave quarters, tomorrow. Steve wanted us ready to go 
early, because he had an appointment to get Kara's 
nipples and clit done tomorrow afternoon. So he let us 
go after we finished our beers.

We took a quick shower and the three of us went to bed. 
Kara was nervous and as we lay there in the dark we 
told her all about the piercing experience and tried to 
convince her that it wasn't that bad, and that it was 
worth it. I don't think that she was entirely 
convinced.

We got up early and spent the first few hours packing 
and moving Kara. Then we went to Sweet Nothings and 
Steve and Carol bought her a new wardrobe of her own. 
She was a big hit in the changing room. They also 
picked out some more clothes for Lynn. They picked out 
some clothes that were slutty, but more acceptable for 
school.

Then we went to the barn. Kara undressed and was 
quickly strapped down, just like we had been. And soon, 
one of the gang of bikers that was gathered around 
watching had a cock in her mouth.

There were more bikers here today. Most of them had 
been here last week for our piercing, but there were 
another four guys that I hadn't seen the last time. 
Since there were so many of them, Lynn and I were 
stripped and put to work, making sure that all of the 
guys were satisfied before we left.

Kara's piercing went pretty quickly, but it was more 
than an hour before all of the bikers were satisfied 
and we were permitted to leave. As we helped Kara back 
to the car she turned to me and in a quiet voice she 
said, "Not that bad my ass!"

Lynn and I giggled and I said, "Would you rather I had 
told you the truth last night?"

Kara conceded that it was probably better that she 
didn't know.

We were taken home and after we unloaded Kara's clothes 
from the trunk we were given the rest of the afternoon 
and evening off to do housework and to go grocery 
shopping. What a treat!

On Sunday, after breakfast, we went next door and spent 
the morning around the pool. Then, at a little after 
noon, Carol took us back to our house to pick out 
something for us to wear so that we could go out to 
eat.

We started in Lynn's room and Carol put out a micro 
miniskirt and a crop top that said, "I swallow." She 
was also given one of the chokers to wear. It said, "I 
love cock." I was really starting to wonder where we 
were going to go for lunch.

We went to my room next and I was given a miniskirt 
that was slit up both sides so that it was almost a 
loincloth and a tank top that said, "I never wear 
underwear." I was also given a choker. Mine said, "Fuck 
me!"

Kara was given a tiny, very lacy, white slip that just 
barely covered her ass. The lace that covered her 
breasts was nearly see-through, and so was the two inch 
band around the bottom. Even her light blonde triangle 
of pubic hair was plainly visible. 

Carol looked at her and shook her head and made her 
remove the slip and go into the bathroom and shave off 
her pubic hair. She was back in five minutes and she 
put the slip back on. We could still see the dark line 
of her slit through the lace. But Carol thought that 
was just fine.

She had been given her own collection of chokers too 
and she was told to put on the one that said, "I'm 
easy."

We went back to the Crosby's house and the guys were 
ready and waiting. We piled into their car and Steve 
drove out of town to a large building on the side of 
the highway just outside the city limits. One side was 
a clothing store that sold leather goods, jackets, 
chaps and things like that, as well as sexy clothes and 
lingerie. It was connected to a large, clean biker bar. 
It was a pretty neat place, all the walls and the floor 
and ceiling were all done in knotty pine. 

There was a jukebox playing, but not so loud you 
couldn't talk. Off to one side was a room with pool 
tables, along one wall was a long bar, and all of the 
tables were also made from knotty pine. They must have 
had a pretty good ventilation system, because the 
cigarette smoke was hardly noticeable. 

When we entered and stopped inside the door to look 
around, every guy in the place stopped talking and 
looked at us. A biker came away from the bar and 
greeted us. He was one of the bikers from the barn. 
That seemed to satisfy everyone, and the conversations 
resumed, but all eyes were still on us as we made our 
way to a large table near the back of the room.

As we walked through the room the men at the tables we 
passed by could read our shirts and our chokers and 
there were a lot of smiles and crude jokes at our 
expense. But we smiled at them and kept on walking.

Once we were seated a waitress came over and after 
complimenting us on our outfits she took our orders. It 
was mostly a bar but they had a small kitchen and 
served hamburgers and hotdogs and chili and the like.

We all ordered beers and she looked pretty skeptically 
at Lynn and Kevin, but she didn't say anything. Soon we 
were all sipping on a beer and sitting there feeling 
everyone watching us. But nobody bothered us and after 
a couple of beers we all felt a little more at ease.

After we ate, Steve and Carol told us to sit tight. 
They went through the connecting door into the leather 
and lingerie store next door.

As soon as they left a large biker came over and 
stopped at our table. He looked us over and read our 
chokers and our shirts and then he looked at me and 
said, "You never wear underwear sweetie?"

I was nervous, but I didn't see how I could get in 
trouble, there were people everywhere and it seemed 
like a pretty tame bar, especially for a biker bar. I 
had never been in a biker bar before, of course. But I 
had expected everyone to be loud and rowdy. This place 
was just like a normal bar.

I smiled up at the biker and said, "No sir, not 
anymore."

Then he asked, "Is that so that when you wear that 
"Fuck me" thing you got on your neck it will be a lot 
easier to get at your cunt?"

People at the tables around us had stopped talking and 
were listening now. I glanced up at the door and I saw 
Steve watching and smiling. I figured he had set us up 
so I decided to go with the flow.

I tried to keep my voice level and light as I said, 
"No, it's because my Master ordered me not to ever wear 
underwear again. He didn't tell me why I was wearing 
this choker."

He smiled and said, "Let's see if we can find out why 
you are wearing that thing. Stand up and take your 
clothes off and show us that you aren't wearing 
underwear."

I didn't even bother to look towards Steve. I stood up 
and slipped my tank top off and as I was unbuttoning my 
skirt I saw Carol out of the corner of my eye. She had 
the camera out and I figured that this must have been 
what they had in mind when they brought us here. I slid 
the skirt down and stepped out of it and draped it over 
the back of my chair and stood in front of the biker 
and smiled up and said, "See, I'd never lie to you."

His hand came up to play with my boobs and I stopped 
his hand for a second and said, "Those rings are a week 
old today, so I'd appreciate it if you'd take it a 
little easy on them, okay?"

He grinned and said, "Not a problem."

There were more and more men gathering around to watch. 
There were also more than a few women, rough looking 
biker chick types. The biker was pretty rough on my 
tits, but he took it easy on my rings so I relaxed a 
little and started to enjoy the humiliation.

While he was exploring my body another biker stepped up 
and said, "Well, her shirt wasn't lying, what about the 
other cunt? Does she swallow?"

I looked over at him and said, "Yes sir, my daughter 
was raised to tell the truth. She always swallows."

That got a rise out of the crowd. Soon Lynn was 
standing up and taking off her clothes and that left 
only Kara. A couple of guys started towards her and I 
spoke up. "Excuse me; I know it says on her choker that 
she is easy, and usually she is. But she just got her 
tits and her cunt pierced a little over an hour ago. 
She is really sore. So if you want you can undress her 
and I don't see why she can't suck a few cocks, since 
that's where it looks like this party is going, but she 
would really appreciate if you guys would leave her 
tits and her cunt alone. Maybe we can come back 
sometime and make it up to you."

I saw the grateful look on Kara's face. I knew how she 
felt. My piercings were still a little sore, but I 
could easily remember what they felt like last weekend. 

Kara got to her feet without any help from the bikers 
around her and she pulled her slip off. The only one 
that bothered her tits was a curious biker chick who 
just wanted to see them up close and asked her how bad 
it hurt.

Kara gave her a quick description of the process and 
pointed over to the bar where the biker who had done it 
was sitting and told her to see him.

Just then the manager came over and said, "Okay you 
guys. You know the rules. No gang bangs in the main 
room. Take these sluts into the pool room if you're 
going to screw them."

It looked like the whole bar was emptying out as we 
were herded into the pool room. Hands were all over me 
as we walked, and I imagine Lynn and Kara had the same 
problem. 

As soon as we entered the pool room the biker that had 
started all of this looked at me closely, and then 
looked at Lynn and said, "She really is your daughter 
isn't she?!"

I nodded and he leaned down and whispered in my ear and 
asked me how old she was. I whispered back that she was 
fourteen and he said, "I'll be a son of a bitch."

After a pause, which the anxious and impatient crowd 
that was pushing in all around us continued to complain 
about, the biker said, "How about you and her putting 
on a little show? I'd like to see that."

I reached over and grabbed Lynn's hand and pulled her 
to the nearest pool table. I told her to take her shoes 
off and we climbed up and the crowd gathered around and 
cheered us on as we necked for a few minutes and then 
worked our way into a sixty-nine. I didn't find out 
until later that Kara had been put right to work giving 
blowjobs as the guys watched us on the table.

After Lynn and I had given each other several orgasms 
we were pulled apart and picked up and placed side by 
side on a sturdy wooden table. The table was just large 
enough that we were available at either side and the 
men started jostling for positions to watch and then 
take their turns using us. I could see Carol; she was 
standing on a table in the corner, still recording the 
action as the gang rape started. 

Once it started it didn't stop. It just went on and on 
and they didn't even seem to care that we were dripping 
with cum from all of the men that were fucking us. All 
afternoon and much of the evening cocks plunged into 
our throats and our pussies and from time to time our 
assholes got taken as well. I don't know how many men 
fucked us, but a lot of them wanted to fuck both of us. 
Doing a mother and daughter, especially as pretty as 
us, that turned them on. There were probably more than 
fifty men in that bar when we got there. I don't know 
how many more came in as the gang bang progressed. I do 
know that a lot of those men fucked both of us and I 
wouldn't be surprised if both of us fucked and sucked 
more than fifty men that day. 

At first it was exciting. But then it started hurting. 
Our jaws and our pussies and after a while our asses 
were all sore and getting more sore with every fuck. 
But there was no stopping them. They were not going to 
listen if I were to say, "Excuse me, I don't feel like 
it anymore. I have to go now."

So we just lay there side by side and let them plow 
their big, hairy cocks into us and after a while we 
both started getting kind of numb. In fact, when they 
finally finished wish us and Steve and Kevin helped us 
to our feet, we couldn't even talk because our jaws 
were totally numb.

I looked over at Kara and her eyes were glazed over and 
her whole body was covered in cum. I couldn't see a 
single inch of skin that wasn't covered in cum. Then I 
looked down and my legs and Lynn's too were the same 
way, covered in rivers of cum. We also had it in our 
faces and our hair and all up and down our backs. 

Steve was looking at us, trying to figure out how to 
get us home when the manager came over and said, "There 
is a hose out on the side of the building. You can hose 
your whores down out there if you want."

Steve nodded and thanked the manager and then he and 
Kevin helped us out through the side door. The manager 
didn't want us dripping all over his barroom. Carol 
followed behind. She had our clothes in her arms, but 
she was still filming.

We were surprised to see that it was dark when we got 
outside. Lunch had lasted a lot longer than we thought 
it would! 

Steve lined us up against the building and turned the 
hose on and started hosing us off. It was a pretty 
strong stream and kind of stung, but it was doing the 
job. When he had gotten all of the cum that he could 
from our bodies he turned the water pressure down and 
stuck the end of the hose inside of Lynn and me, 
flushing out our pussies and then our asses. It was 
nasty, but afterwards we did feel better.

We were finally given our clothes back and walked out 
front to the car. Steve put a blanket in the back seat 
for us and we finally headed home. As he drove I 
noticed that all three of us had lost our chokers. I 
didn't say anything. I was not going to miss that 
damned thing one bit!

Steve and Carol went into their house when we got home. 
They probably couldn't stand the idea of touching 
either one of us. Kevin wasn't so picky. He came in and 
sat down and poor Lynn had to give one more blowjob 
before she could relax. 

While Lynn was sucking Kevin's cock, Kara went up and 
took a shower. I made a pitcher of Long Island iced tea 
and after Kevin left we lounged around in the living 
room and tried to guess how many men we had just had 
sex with. 

Once we had had a couple of drinks we loosened up a 
little more and talked about our fantasies and the 
kinds of things that really turned us on, beyond the 
concept of sexual slavery, and whether or not the 
reality was as much fun as the fantasy.

There were some slight differences in our fantasies. 
Kara was a bit kinkier than either Lynn or I, but not 
much. And the same things generally excited us. We all 
agreed that despite the pain and suffering, or maybe 
because of it, the reality was as much fun as we had 
dreamed that it would be. I was still a little 
uncomfortable having this discussion with my daughter, 
but she didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all.

We all agreed that the major attraction in all of this, 
the thing that turned us on the most was the aspect of 
sexual humiliation. Neither of us could think of 
anything in our pasts that might account for that 
strange taste in sex, but for all three of us that was 
the most exciting part of it. Being humiliated, being 
forced to undress in front of strange men and giving 
over total control of our bodies to other people. Just 
talking about it was turning us on.

The pitcher was nearly empty and I topped off Kara and 
Lynn's glasses and I went up and took a shower. I 
reeked of sex, and I was tempted to go to bed that way. 
But I had been forced to sit on a towel, cum was still 
draining out of me. So I thought it prudent to go up 
and douche and get cleaned up before going to bed.

Kara and Lynn came up at about the time I was finishing 
my shower and they laid out clothes for tomorrow. I 
already knew what I was going to wear. Then we went to 
bed. We had begun rotating the sleeping order so that a 
different person was in the middle every night. But to 
be honest, the novelty was wearing off and I could see 
that before long we would be going to our own beds at 
night. Or at least Lynn would. It might be more 
comfortable for all of us with only two of us my bed. 
It isn't like we did anything, beyond a little cuddling 
now and then.

Lynn was dressed a little more conservatively in the 
morning, very little. I could still see her nipples and 
with her legs spread six inches apart I could see her 
pussy, which was still red and swollen from yesterday. 
Mine was too, but at least I wasn't sore. I had thought 
that I would be, but I guess those little things are 
more resilient than you might think.

We all went out together after breakfast and Kevin was 
waiting for Lynn as usual. I watched them walk off 
towards school with Kevin's hand on her ass and her 
skirt pulled up exposing most of her ass.

It was Kara's turn to drive and I found it relaxing to 
just sit and let someone else fight the rush hour 
traffic. When we got to work one of the security guards 
was just coming off of the elevator and he stopped to 
talk to me for a minute. Well, not so much talk as 
flirt. We joked around for a bit and then I kissed him 
and Kara and I went up to our floor. We were alone 
between the garage and the first floor and I turned 
Kara towards the camera and lifter her skirt and played 
with her pussy for the benefit of her and whichever 
guard was watching the monitors. 

As I started to work the normal parade of men came 
through to see what I was wearing and get a quick look 
at my pussy. Gregg stopped by and said, "Wow! Looks 
like you had a busy weekend."

I smiled at him and said, "You wouldn't believe it if I 
told you."

I concentrated on my work then. I didn't want to get 
behind again if I could help it. But at ten I got a 
call on the intercom and I was ordered to report to 
Steve's office. I got up and headed for the executive 
suite and as I was walking down the hall Kara caught up 
with me. He had called us both.

The receptionist told us to go right in and we went to 
his door and went in to find that Steve wasn't alone. 
He had five Japanese business men with him. Four of 
them were older men, in their fifties I think. The 
fifth was the slightly younger interpreter. 

We were introduced to the visitors and then Steve said, 
"Ladies, these gentlemen represent our newest client, 
Kawasuki Electronics. This is their first day in our 
city and I have offered them your services. They are 
going to come by and pick you and Lynn up at eight and 
you are to make sure that they have a good time this 
evening, a very good time. Is that clear?"

Kara and I smiled and nodded and through the 
interpreter we told them that we were looking forward 
to a pleasant evening. We were dismissed then and we 
bowed to them and went back to work.

We got together at lunch time and talked a little about 
work, and about what it was like to sit at our desk and 
permit every male on the floor to come in and examine 
our pussies. Gregg had begun to feel free enough to 
explore mine whenever he came in. The truth of the 
matter was, we were both in a constant state of arousal 
because of the humiliation of it all.

But mostly we talked about this evening. We wondered 
where they would want to go, what it would be like to 
have sex with them, whether or not they were different 
than Caucasians, what they might expect from us. 

We hurried home and relaxed for a few minutes while 
Lynn told us about her school day. She was getting into 
a rut, just like we were. She couldn't walk down the 
hall without having every boy that got close to her 
reach under her skirt. She sat at her student desk in 
every class with her knees six inches apart and before 
the start of every class there were a few free moments 
when every boy that could looked up her skirt. They had 
given up on the pretext of a dropped pencil and simply 
leaned over and looked up her skirts now. She just held 
a book up and tried to pretend that she was reading and 
she ignored them. 

Except to call her nasty names, every girl in school 
ignored her now. 

At lunch time she was taken back to the van in the 
parking lot and since her piercings were nearly healed 
she was quickly undressed and she was forced to fuck 
and suck a half a dozen boys and then clean herself by 
eating their fresh cum while they watched and called 
her names and made fun of her. It was horrible, and it 
never failed to turn her on.

She was no longer exempt from gym class, but she would 
have preferred to be on her knees in the boy's rest 
room than undressing in the girl's locker room with 
twenty-five teenaged girls either looking down on her 
or berating her for being such a slut. Most of them saw 
her piercings today for the first time and that really 
cemented her reputation.

Lynn found out that, aside from the derision of the 
other girls, her piercings had a definite effect on her 
during gym class. During the warm up exercises her 
nipples and her clit were constantly agitated by her 
rings rubbing against her clothing. And when she had to 
run it was even worse, because then it was constant. 

After the exercises they chose up sides for volleyball 
and things started getting rough then. She was 
constantly being pushed around and bumped into and 
knocked down. The coach had to yell at the girls around 
her all during gym class. He stopped her after class 
and ordered her to come to his office after she had 
showered and dressed.

He started right off by chiding her for not wearing a 
bra, as required by the admittedly lax dress code at 
the school. Then he asked her what was going on between 
her and the other girls.

She explained that because of the recent procedure she 
had undergone she couldn't wear a bra yet. He was 
skeptical and she explained finally that she had gotten 
her nipples pierced and she couldn't wear a bra yet.

Then she went onto explain that the other girls didn't 
like her now because she was a slut and it made them 
uncomfortable.

The poor coach didn't know what to say to that. She saw 
him glance at her breasts and for the first time, 
apparently, he noticed that outline of the rings 
through her nipples. His mouth shot open and he said, 
"You aren't kidding!"

Lynn shook her head and then, on a whim, she reached 
down and lifted her blouse out of her skirt and up over 
her breasts. He stared at her beautiful breasts, his 
face turned bright red and finally he said, "Miss Horn, 
they are beautiful, now please put them away."

She shrugged and dropped her blouse and tucked it back 
in. He was speechless at first, and then he said, "I 
will admit that it is unusual for a young girl like you 
to show up with pierced nipples."

Before he could go any farther she said, "That isn't 
all." Then she lifted her skirt and showed him her 
third piercing.

Only a quick peek this time, then she dropped her 
skirt.

He shook his head, trying very hard to stay on track 
and he said, "As to your second point, it has been my 
impression for years that a large number of your fellow 
students qualify as a slut to one degree or another. 
Why would they hold you out for special treatment?"

She smiled and said, "I guess because I am a little 
over the top about it. I let every boy in the school 
reach up my skirt as I walk around the hallways. I sit 
with my legs apart so that they can look at my pussy 
whenever they want. I sometimes give blowjobs in the 
boy's room. And my Master lets his friends have sex 
with me at lunch time."

"Your what?!" he exploded.

"My Master, coach, I do whatever he tells me to do, or 
whoever he tells me to do," she answered calmly, as if 
it were the most normal thing in the world for a 
fourteen year old girl to have a Master.

He shook his head and said, "I am sorry Miss Horn. But 
this is all over my head. I am going to have to report 
this to the principal."

Lynn smiled and said, "That's okay coach, he already 
knows."

He cocked his eyebrow at that, but Lynn smiled and 
walked around his desk and lifted her skirt again and 
said, "Look coach, it's just pussy. You need to lighten 
up a little and put things in perspective."

She saw that he was nearly in shock and it really 
amused her. She was used to the guys being in charge. 
She preferred that, but the coach's obvious discomfort 
was amusing her. She moved closer and rubbed her moist 
pussy on his hand where it rested on the arm of his 
chair. She noticed that he didn't pull away.

She smiled at him and said, "Coach, there are less than 
three weeks of school left. And we won't have gym class 
the last week. So I have nine more gym classes before 
school lets out for the summer."

"You can just ignore the other girls. I can handle what 
they dish out and to be honest, I understand how they 
feel. It doesn't really bother me. I am getting what I 
want out of this. If you just lighten up, you can get 
something you like out of it too."

Lynn started unbuttoning her blouse and the coach 
watched her fingers move down the front of her blouse 
like he was a cobra and she was a snake charmer. That 
seemed appropriate, since she had every intention of 
charming his snake.

She slipped her blouse off and her skirt followed a 
moment later. Then she bent down and kissed his 
unresponsive lips and gently reached down to rub the 
bulge in his lap. She could tell that he was fighting 
hard to do "the right thing" and resist. But she had 
learned that when a guy had a choice between the right 
thing and what felt good, the right thing lost out most 
every time.

She smiled and reached out with one hand and guided his 
hand to her thigh. He let it stay there and as she 
continued to rub his already hard cock through his 
shorts she said, "Don't worry, you won't get in 
trouble. I am, after all, a slut. But that doesn't mean 
I'm not a nice person."

She turned his chair away from his desk and got down 
between his legs. She leaned down and kissed the large 
bulge in his nylon shorts and said, "I think you have 
already given up. Now let me get those shorts out of 
the way so that I can make you feel really good about 
your decision. Trust me. I have gotten very good at 
this in the last couple of weeks."

The look on his face said no, he wasn't going to give 
in. But when she reached up and grabbed the waist of 
his shorts and started pulling them down he lifted his 
ass up off of his seat and watched her, unable to 
resist her youth and her beauty and the one sex act 
that his wife absolutely refused him.

Lynn was really impressed when she got his shorts off. 
The coach had a very good looking cock. She leaned down 
and kissed the tip. Then she took it into her mouth and 
began to suck it eagerly. The coach instantly gave up 
any reservations he had and surrendered to the 
sensations that Lynn provided with her skillful and 
enthusiastic blowjob. And when she took his cock down 
her throat while their eyes were locked in a lustful 
stare he lost it. He cried out and shot a huge load of 
cum down her throat.

Lynn drew back until only the head of his cock was in 
her mouth and tasted the last few drops of cum that 
drained out of his cock. He started to thank her 
profusely but she stopped him. 

"Not yet coach. That was much too fast. I want you to 
really enjoy it. We can do that again in a minute, 
after you catch your breath, unless you would rather 
fuck me, of course. But then, you can fuck me any time 
in the next nine days if you want."

The coach groaned and his cock started getting hard 
again instantly. She smiled at him and kissed his cock 
and licked it and then she took it back in her mouth 
and sucked on it gently until it was fully erect again. 
Then she began sucking in earnest and the coach lasted 
much longer this time. 

After she had swallowed another load of his cum he 
stared down at her, watching her coax the last few 
drops out of is cock, and he said, "I don't believe you 
are only fourteen!" There was an obvious note of awe in 
his voice. 

She sat up finally and said, "I am only fourteen, 
coach. But I am not just fourteen. I am a fourteen year 
old slut. I come by it honestly. I get it from my 
mother. Have you met my mother? You'd love her. She is 
an even better cocksucker than I am."

"You should come by the house some day. You could have 
all three of us, me, mom, and Kara. Kara just moved in 
with us. We are all slaves and sluts."

Lynn reached for the coach's shorts and guided his feet 
back into them and pulled them up his legs. Finally he 
stood up and pulled them on and then she stood up and 
started to dress, slowly, teasing him just a little 
more.

Once she was dressed she sat down in his lap. He still 
seemed pretty shocked by what had just happened, and 
the things that she had said.

She kissed his cheek and said, "I mean it coach. I'm 
okay. I'm not being abused. Or at least I am not being 
any more abused than I want to be. My life is just a 
little bit outside of your norm. But that doesn't mean 
you can't enjoy it. Would you like to fuck me tomorrow? 
You can."

He looked at her, blown away by her candor, by the ease 
with which she offered her body to him. 

She kissed him again and said, "I have to go now. Are 
we okay?"

The coach stared at her for a moment and then he put 
his arm around her and hugged her and said, "I am not 
sure what just happened here. I am not as out of 
control as I must appear right now. I have never, in 
nearly thirty years of coaching young girls like you, 
met anyone like you. And I have met some strange young 
women over the years. I can't say that my conscience 
won't bother me for a long time to come, but there is 
just no way that I am going to be able to refuse your 
very sexy body, or your talented blowjobs. So I will do 
what I can do for the next nine days to protect you 
from the rest of the class. And I will happily spend 
whatever time you can spare me afterwards enjoying your 
company and doing all of those things that I have 
dreamed about over the years, because I find you 
totally irresistible."

Lynn kissed him, on the lips this time, and then she 
got up and said, "And don't forget, there is always 
next year, and the year after that, and the year after 
that. I'm just a freshman.

She left the coach's office and went to her locker for 
the books she needed to take home. Kevin had apparently 
given up waiting for her and she walked home alone. 
Several boys saw her leaving and ran to catch up with 
her and she smiled at them as they crowded around her 
and offered to escort her home.

One of them put an arm over her shoulder and played 
with her breast as they walked. The boy on the other 
side of her lifted her skirt in the back and tucked it 
into her waistband, much to the amusement of the three 
boys walking behind her. Then he put his hand over one 
cheek and they walked like that all the way to our 
house.

Lynn enjoyed it as much as they did, and she didn't 
even know them. 

She got to our house and told them that she was already 
late so she couldn't invite them in. They weren't too 
disappointed. They had apparently not expected to be 
invited in. They said goodbye and Lynn went in and 
undressed and started her homework.

Kevin came over after a while and asked her what 
happened to her after school. She started to tell him 
the short version but he stopped her and made her lay 
on the floor and he got on top of her and started 
fucking her slowly while she told him the whole story, 
with all the sexy details. She preferred this way. 
Between sucking off the coach and her exciting walk 
home she was pretty turned on and she could really use 
a good fuck. 

When Kara and I got home she was just cleaning him up 
and we started supper while she finished sucking Kevin 
clean. We watched from inside the door as we undressed. 
After Kevin left she returned to her studies while we 
explained what was going to happen tonight. Or at 
least, we told her what little we knew of what was 
going to happen tonight.

We left her alone to do her homework and made a light 
supper. We didn't know if our Japanese friends planned 
on taking us to dinner tonight and we thought it best 
to have something in our stomachs before the night got 
started.

Lynn continued to do her homework while she ate and 
then Kara and I cleaned up. We all finished at the same 
time and Lynn put her books up and we all went upstairs 
to get ready.

Before we left the office to come home this afternoon, 
Steve had called and suggested that our guests might 
find it more exciting if Lynn were to dress in 
something a bit more demure, something from her old, 
more conservative wardrobe, including some plain, 
simple underwear. Make her look as young and innocent 
as possible. Dirty old men like that. And he suggested 
that she should act reluctant as they molested her. Not 
refuse them, but not be quite so enthusiastic either.

In fact, he thought that it would be a good idea of all 
three of us dressed and acted that way. 

Kara had most of her clothes in the spare bedroom. She 
never went in there except to get something to wear, 
but my closet was too full to share space. The three of 
us showered together and then split up to find 
something to wear. I started with underwear and it felt 
really strange to wear underwear again for the first 
time in a week and a half. And later, when I had 
selected the dress I would wear, to look down and see 
most of my thighs covered by material, I actually felt 
overdressed.

I had worried about putting underwear on over my new 
rings, but after a few minutes I hardly noticed. Well, 
no, that isn't true. I was very aware of them, but it 
wasn't uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, it was kind 
of pleasant.

We met downstairs and stood looking at each other and 
we were all amused at the change in our appearance. It 
had only been a week and a half, but we had already 
gotten used to our new slut clothes, and the 
consequences of wearing them. We found the idea of 
dressing down and teasing our Japanese friends kind of 
exciting. But then, we knew very little about them. For 
all we knew we could end up later tonight hanging 
upside down from a ceiling and being whipped and 
beaten.

I kept that thought to myself.

We headed into the living room to sit down but the 
doorbell rang before we could take a seat. It was the 
translator and we grabbed our purses and followed him 
out to the stretch limo parked at the curb.

He held the car door for us and then followed us into 
the back. Lynn was seated between the two oldest 
gentlemen. You are going to have to forgive me, but I 
never did get their names straight. I am going to refer 
to them numerically, with number one being the one that 
the others all deferred to. So Lynn was seated between 
numbers one and two in the rearmost seat. I was seated 
beside number three and Kara was seated beside number 
four. The interpreter sat against the divider between 
us and the driver.

Through the interpreter, number one asked Lynn all 
about herself. He wanted to know how old she was, what 
she was studying in school, did she have a boyfriend. 
But I was watching as he asked all of his innocuous 
questions and his hand was on one of her knees and 
number two was holding her other knee and their hands 
were slowly working their way up her thighs. Lynn was 
squirming around, trying to act uncomfortable, but not 
fighting them. 

Meanwhile, Kara and I were both receiving similar 
treatment. And we were also doing our best to act as 
though we were uncomfortable at being forced to submit 
to such indignities.

Actually, it wasn't hard to act uncomfortable. They 
were all very impatient, very rough. They had no sense 
of the sensual. It suddenly occurred to me that they 
reminded me very much of a group of teenage boys 
getting to first base for the first time.

It wasn't long before all three of us had our legs 
forced wide apart and short, stubby fingers rubbing at 
the crotch panels of our panties, but not for long. The 
car came to a stop and we all got out in front of a 
Japanese restaurant.

We followed the gentlemen inside and I guess they were 
pretty important people, judging by the way they were 
greeted at the door. There were several people standing 
inside the door, all bowing and being very obsequious. 
We were led down a quiet hallway to a private dinning 
room decorated in what I assumed was authentic Japanese 
style. There were no chairs. We had to sit on the floor 
at a long low table.

Several young women came in wearing traditional 
Japanese dress and we found ourselves sipping Saki. I 
had never tasted it before and I was surprised at how 
good it was. Before long I would come to realize how 
potent it was.

I was never a big fan of oriental food. So I ate 
whatever our companions ordered for us that evening. 
Most of the time I had no idea what I was eating, but 
everything I had was very tasty. They taught us how to 
use chop sticks and despite the language barrier we 
laughed and joked and had a very good time. And it 
seemed like every time I turned around someone was 
filling my glass with more of that delicious Saki.

So after a while, when the man beside me started 
undressing me, I was way beyond feigning indignity or 
embarrassment. I giggled like a school girl as my dress 
came off and I was soon sitting there in my 
conservative bra and panties and everyone was laughing 
and joking.

Kara was next. She wasn't quite a wasted as I was, but 
the difference was barely measurable. Kara and I sat 
there in our underwear and laughed and kidded around 
with the men sitting next to us and before very long 
our underwear disappeared too. The men in the room 
seemed to be very impressed by what they had uncovered, 
and Kara and I laughed uproariously as the men on 
either side of us explored our bodies roughly. 

That left only Lynn, and number one and number two were 
again exploring her through her clothes. She had not 
had as much to drink as we had, but she had even less 
experience with alcohol and she was pretty wasted as 
the two men started undressing her. 

Kara and I were both being manhandled as we watched 
Lynn being stripped by the men on either side of her. 
But before long we were both placed on our hands and 
knees and our bodies groped roughly as our faces were 
pulled down into the men's laps and we found ourselves 
sucking numbers three and four off. Their cocks were 
not all that large, no larger than Kevin's. So we 
didn't have any trouble with them. 

We sucked them off quickly and then we swallowed but 
continued to suck on their softening cocks as we all 
watched the men begin to undress Lynn. I was feeling 
pretty loose, that Saki is something else! I relaxed 
with my head in my guy's lap and sucked him gently 
while I watched his companions undress Lynn. I saw the 
lust on their faces and I guess Steve had the right 
idea. They were going nuts at the opportunity to molest 
a little American schoolgirl. 

What happened after that was kind of a blur, at least 
for a while. Over the next hour or so we all got fucked 
by or we sucked off each of the four men. They didn't 
always cum in us, but they took a turn in each of us. 
When they were finally sated, the interpreter fucked 
Lynn, and then he got dressed and left the room while 
they laid Lynn out on a cushion away from the table. A 
waiter came in with another bottle of Saki and everyone 
but Lynn got a glass. Then the waiter set the bottle 
down, pulled out his cock and masturbated in Lynn's 
face.

After the waiter left we lounged around on cushions 
with the men feeling us up and playing with our bodies 
while we sipped more Saki and watched as one or two at 
a time the entire male staff of the restaurant came in 
and masturbated on Lynn. When the staff had all cycled 
through, male customers started coming in. I noticed 
that it was only the oriental male customers. None of 
the men were Caucasian.

 By the time it was over Lynn was completely covered in 
cum. They left her like that for a long time, then 
several oriental women came in with a pan of water and 
some wash cloths and they cleaned her up. 

It was quite a show. Lynn even thought it was hot. 
After Lynn was cleaned up we all dressed and staggered 
out to the limo. I am not exaggerating. We were all 
staggering and loud and crude and it was a good thing 
that I was too drunk to be embarrassed.

The men had their hands all over us again and after the 
limo pulled up in front of our house they all had one 
more turn with Lynn. But this time, as each of them 
crawled on top of her I was made to guide their cocks 
into her well used pussy.

While the last of the Japanese business men was fucking 
Lynn, number one picked up the phone that he used to 
communicate with the driver and in seconds the driver, 
who was also Japanese, was climbing into the back and 
he too got a chance with Lynn, with my help. When 
everyone was finally finished we kissed them all 
goodnight and through the interpreter we thanked them 
for a wonderful evening. Then we staggered into the 
house and helped each other upstairs and collapsed into 
our bed.

We all passed out promptly. And I do mean passed out. 
That Saki is some sneaky stuff! In the morning we were 
all hung over and it required a long hot shower and a 
handful of Tylenol to get us ready to leave for work 
and school.

Kara and I left Lynn standing out front waiting for 
Kevin while we drove in to the office. It was going to 
be Kara's first Tuesday as a slave. She was nervous 
about not being able to say no to anyone. I told her 
about our playroom on the seventh floor and she wanted 
to come with me to get the key and see where the room 
was and meet the man with the key.

She parked in the garage and as we passed the guard's 
office near the elevator one of the two younger 
security guards, Tony, the cute one, came out and said, 
"I'd could sure use a little of that this morning."

I had to think about that for a moment. He didn't 
actually tell me, or even ask me to do anything. But I 
guess, in the spirit of my slave orders, I should let 
him have "some of that."

I smiled at him and said, "I have to go up and check in 
and I have an errand to run. But I'll come back as soon 
as I can. Okay?"

The guard grinned and asked, "Really? Hell yes that's 
okay!"

I kissed him on the cheek and Kara and I went up and 
dropped our purses off and I put out a small fire that 
had cropped up over the weekend. Then I went and got 
Kara and we went down to Mr. Carter's office on the 
seventh floor.

Mr. Carter's door was open and when I knocked he looked 
up and smiled and waived us in. I introduced Kara to 
him and he stood up and shook her hand. She looked up 
at him, he is very large, and she looked very 
intimidated. I grinned at her and said, "If you think 
he is impressive with his clothes on, wait until you 
see him naked!"

He laughed and handed me the key to the room and said, 
"I have a lot to do this morning, so I can't get my 
rent payment right now. Come back at lunch time and 
meet me in the playroom. And bring your cute little 
friend with you."

I showed Kara the room near the elevator lobby and then 
Kara went upstairs and I went back down to the garage. 
I went into the guard's office and the Tony looked up 
and smiled and said, "Hot damn!"

I followed him down the hallway to the small room with 
the cot in it and we quickly undressed. He held me and 
hugged me and kissed me for a few minutes and then he 
put me on my hands and knees by the foot of the cot and 
took me from behind. He had a nice cock but he was a 
little too eager today and came long before I was 
ready. But I wasn't worried. I knew that his two co-
workers would want a turn and they didn't disappoint. 
The older man, the one that seemed to be in charge, 
went last and I finally reached orgasm when he fucked 
me. 

I sucked them all clean and the younger one, Tony, got 
hard again and I went ahead and sucked him off. The 
breakfast of champions!

I went back upstairs after cleaning up and Gregg was 
watching for me. He knew that I had to say yes on 
Tuesday and he met me at my cube with a huge grin on 
his face. I smiled at him and said, "Yes Gregg. Was 
there something that you wanted?" I knew what he 
wanted, of course. 

Gregg looked around and whispered, "You bet your 
fucking ass!"

I said, "Okay, come with me." Then I led the way to the 
elevators.

I was trying not to think about how far behind I was 
getting as I spent most of my morning servicing various 
men throughout the building.

We went to the playroom and I unlocked the door after 
checking to make sure that we weren't being observed. 
Then I undressed quickly and helped Gregg pull his 
pants down. I sucked his already very hard cock while 
he reached down and played with my nipples for a few 
minutes before he pulled me to my feet and bent me over 
the desk and fucked me from behind. He came quickly, 
but he left his cock inside of me and after a moment he 
started fucking me again. He lasted longer this time 
and I was finding that the ring in my clit was making 
it much easier for me to cum just from plain old 
fucking. He lasted a little longer this time and I had 
my second orgasm of the morning before he came again. 

When he finally pulled out I cleaned his cock and balls 
and he ran his hands through my hair and said, "I am 
not a handsome man and most of my life I have lacked 
self confidence. I want you to know that you are the 
most beautiful, sexiest, and sweetest woman that I have 
ever had the good fortune to have sex with. I really do 
appreciate it. Thank you."

I smiled at him and said, "Aren't you sweet! Thanks 
Gregg. All I ask in return is that you kind of keep it 
quiet. I have not totally given up on getting promoted 
eventually and if this gets around it won't help."

"You have my word," he said. Then I helped him get 
dressed and finally I put my little nothing of a dress 
on. When the coast was clear we went back up to our 
floor and I finally got to do a little work.

The men in the office still cycled through to check out 
my already well used pussy, but I had started to get 
used to them, enough so that unless they had some 
actual work for me I just ignored them and let them 
look. I was aware of them, of course, and it was a turn 
on to know that a couple dozen men came into my office 
every morning to look at my pussy. But I no longer 
stopped what I was doing when they came in, walked 
around my desk and looked down at my exposed pussy. 

Kara showed up at my cube just before lunch and we 
headed down to the playroom. She whispered that she had 
never been with a black man before and she was nervous. 
I smiled and said, "Don't worry. They taste just like 
white guys."

She laughed and that seemed to calm her down a little.

I was actually looking forward to it. I had enjoyed 
myself last week. But I got one hell of a surprise when 
we got to the room and I unlocked the door and opened 
it. My jaw dropped when I saw what was waiting for us 
inside.

I pulled Kara inside and quickly shut the door and made 
sure that it was locked. The desk was pushed up against 
the wall and in the middle of the room was an 
inflatable bed. And sitting all around the room in 
straight back office chairs were fifteen smiling black 
men whom I had never seen before!

I was staring around the room in shock. I knew by the 
bed in the center of the room that they weren't here by 
mistake. But I didn't know what to do next. 

Kara leaned over and whispered in my ear, "What the 
hell is going on?"

I shrugged and said, "Good morning gentlemen. Can I 
assume that we are all here for the same thing?"

Just then the door opened behind me and Mr. Carter came 
in and said, "I'm sorry ladies. I had intended to be 
here when you arrived but I got hung up on the phone. 
These are some friends of mine and I promised them a 
little entertainment. So if you don't mind, please get 
undressed and get up on the bed and put on a little 
show for us."

Kara and I looked at each other. That was something we 
could handle easily. As we got undressed Mr. Carter 
took a seat and Kara and I started making out, hugging 
and kissing while standing at the foot of the air bed. 
Then we got down on the bed and really got into it for 
a little while before moving into a sixty-nine. The 
crowd of middle aged black men watching us was 
surprisingly quiet. But the lack of rowdiness was 
reassuring and we were able to really throw ourselves 
into our lovemaking.

We ate each other to several very nice orgasms, even if 
they were somewhat restrained. We thought it a good 
idea to keep the screaming to a minimum here in the 
office.

We were so into each other that we were startled when a 
pair of strong hands pulled me off of Kara and I looked 
up to see Mr. Carter standing beside the bed, naked 
with a huge erection.

I smiled at him and said, "Mr. Carter, Kara just got 
pierced this weekend and she really needs to take it 
easy for a couple of weeks. She needs to keep them 
sterile and avoid a lot of rigorous activity."

Kara was staring at his large, black erection and she 
said, "Mandy, mind your own fucking business!"

I looked down at her and saw the look on her face as 
she stared at Mr. Carter's erection and he and I both 
laughed loudly. I looked back up at him and said, 
"Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

Mr. Carter took my place on the bed with Kara and I was 
led over to the desk and picked up like a toy and 
placed on the desk with my ass near one edge and my 
head hanging over the other edge.

Instantly I was surrounded by naked black men with 
large, hard cocks and soon I was getting all of the 
cock I could want. I noticed two things as our lunch 
period progressed. There was just as wide a variety of 
cocks in a group of black men as you might find in a 
group of white men. And, they did, indeed, taste just 
like white men. Not all the same of course, some were 
bleachy, some were very bitter. Some of them had an 
almost pleasantly mild taste. Some girl working on her 
Doctorate somewhere should do a comparison of the taste 
of cum and the diets of the men that produced the most 
delicious cum.

As I was getting fucked and sucking off the crowd of 
men around me I heard Kara getting louder and louder 
and finally I heard someone put something in her mouth 
to keep her quiet. She was really enjoying herself, I 
had never heard her make this much noise.

By the time everyone was satisfied I had enjoyed at 
least a dozen orgasms. But I looked at my watch and saw 
that we were fifteen minutes late and we had to get 
cleaned up yet. I would have preferred being able to 
use the ladies room, but we were in a hurry and I 
didn't even know where the nearest one was on this 
floor, so Kara and I cleaned each other up in the usual 
way. Mr. Carter and his friends got a big kick out of 
that.

We hurried back to our cubes and as soon as I sat down 
my intercom buzzed. It was Steve and I had to explain 
why I was late. He got a big kick out of it.

The rest of the afternoon was more like a normal day 
and I was finally able to get some work done. In fact, 
I almost got caught up. Tuesdays were really hectic 
around the office.

I was a few minutes late getting downstairs with the 
key for Mr. Carter and by the time I got there he was 
almost the only one left on his floor. He took the key, 
thanked me for a great lunch hour and for pleasing his 
friends, and then he locked his door and I gave him a 
quick blowjob.

Kara was waiting in the car and we headed home as soon 
as I got down to the car. I waived at the guards on the 
way out. They were smiling brightly and probably 
planning on more of the same tomorrow. They were going 
to be really confused when all they got was a smile.

Kara pulled up into the driveway and we got out and 
walked to the house. Normally Lynn is doing her 
homework at the kitchen table when we get home and when 
she wasn't there I went up to check on her.

She was in her room, curled up on her bed and though 
she was quiet now, she had obviously been crying her 
eyes out. I sat down and took her in my arms and asked 
her what was wrong. She tried to pull away, but I held 
on, really worried now and insisted that she tell me 
what was wrong.

She started crying again and I looked up and saw Kara 
in the doorway looking concerned. 

I let Lynn cry for a few minutes and I held her tight. 
Kara left and came back with a glass of wine and I gave 
Lynn a few sips. When she straightened out I saw that 
her back had a lot of scratches on it, some of them 
looked pretty deep.

Lynn finally sat up and put her feet on the floor and 
said, "Mom, I don't want to talk about it. It was too 
awful." She started to cry again and Kara sat on the 
other side of her and we held her for a few minutes 
until she calmed down again.

Lynn's hair was still damp and I could see that she had 
taken a shower. I went and got some disinfectant and 
applied it to the scratches on her back while Kara held 
her and kissed her face and her hair.

Finally she sat up and said, "I could use another glass 
of wine."

We all went downstairs and I got us all a glass of wine 
while Lynn struggled to get herself under control. I 
asked her again what had happened, but she just said, 
"It's too awful, too disgusting." 

But I insisted. I had to know what was wrong. Finally 
she got up and went over to her school books on the 
coffee table and came back with two pictures. In one of 
them she was on her hands and knees being fucked by a 
large half-breed mutt. In the other the dog was laying 
on his back and she had his unbelievably large cock in 
her mouth.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a minute 
and tried to control the bile rising in my throat. Then 
I asked again, "Tell me what happened baby."

She took a big sip of wine and sat back and said, "I 
was waiting outside this morning for Kevin his friend 
from school with the van came by. He saw me outside and 
he stopped and told me to get in the van. It's Tuesday, 
so I did. I didn't want to, but I knew that he was a 
friend of Kevin's and I didn't think I had a choice. I 
thought he was going to drive me to school and then I 
would have to fuck him or suck him off or something."

"But he didn't take me to school. He took me to his 
house. He made me follow him inside and his father was 
sitting in the living room in his underwear. When we 
went in he said, 'Dad, this is the cunt I was telling 
you about. How about if I skip school and we spend the 
day fucking her?'"

"His dad got up and came over to where we were 
standing. He was a big fat pig and I mean that in every 
way. He was nasty! He started feeling me up and he 
asked me how old I was and then he told me to strip."

"When I was naked they got undressed and then Kevin's 
friend, Phil, grabbed a handful of my hair and put me 
on my knees and held me while his dad fucked my mouth. 
After his dad came he turned me around and I had to 
suck him off while his dad was pulling and squeezing on 
my tits. It hurt a lot. He was really trying to hurt 
me."

"After Phil came in my mouth they pushed me down on my 
back and his dad squatted down over my face and they 
made me eat out his ass. I had to do it until my tongue 
felt like it was going to fall off. That was when Phil 
started taking pictures. Then he fucked me. Then the 
old man took pictures while I ate out Phil's ass and 
then Phil fucked me."

"After that they made me go back and forth between them 
sucking their soft cocks for a while. The old man 
couldn't get hard again but Phil did and I had to suck 
him off again. Then they got together and talked 
quietly for a few minutes and Phil took me out into the 
back yard and held me down on all fours while his dad 
went into the garage. He came back out with some tent 
pegs and some rope and a hammer and he drove the tent 
pegs into the ground and tied my wrists and my knees to 
the pegs."

"The old man went inside for a minute and came back out 
and stuffed his nasty underwear in my mouth and then he 
started beating me with his belt for a while. He got 
tired of that and pulled his shorts out of my mouth and 
I was crying so loud I could hardly hear him at first. 
He finally slapped my face a couple of times and when I 
looked at him he told me that I must be pretty horny by 
that time. He said he couldn't get it up anymore, but 
he had just what I needed. That was when Phil came over 
with that big fucking mutt on a chain and they let him 
loose."

"Phil started taking pictures and the dog came over and 
started sniffing around and licking my pussy. I was 
yelling at them to make him stop but they were just 
laughing and egging him on. The old man told me I had 
best stop screaming because anyone that came over to 
see what the screaming was about was going to get to 
fuck me."

"The dog licked me for a long time and then he started 
to crawl up over me and he gripped my sides with his 
paws and scratched the hell out of me while he was 
trying to find my pussy with that big ass cock. It was 
awful. I can't even describe how nasty it was. He had 
crap pouring out of his cock and my ass and my legs 
were covered in the slimy stuff. Finally he found my 
pussy and shoved his cock in all the way with one awful 
thrust. Oh god, it was terrible! It was so fucking 
big!"

"He started fucking me then and it was like a jack 
hammer. It hurt like hell and those bastards were 
laughing their asses off. It took him a long time too. 
I was begging them to make him stop and they just 
laughed at me. Then I felt something the size of a 
fucking baseball being forced inside of my pussy and he 
stood still and I could feel him filling me up with dog 
cum. Oh god, I wanted to puke!"

"He stayed on top of me like that for a long time and 
then he kept trying to pull his cock out. It hurt like 
hell but he was stuck in me, he couldn't get his cock 
out of me. And when he finally did get loose the old 
man guided him around in front of me and made him lay 
on his back in front of me and forced me to suck his 
fucking cock clean! Jesus it was so fucking gross!"

"I thought it was over then, but they went over and sat 
on the patio and watched me while they drank beer. 
While they sat there the fucking dog came back over and 
fucked me two more times before they got tired of 
watching it. Then Phil came over and fucked my mouth 
one last time and then they both pissed all over me. 
Then the old man had Phil hose me off and take me home. 
Phil printed out a couple of pictures for me and said 
that if I didn't come back over on Saturday they would 
be all over school and all over the internet."

I took the pictures from her and I was so mad that I 
couldn't stop crying. I headed for the patio door to go 
see Steve. But he had apparently been listening and he 
came in just then. He put his arms around Lynn and told 
her how sorry he was and then he asked her where Phil 
and his dad lived. She told him the address and he 
said, "I'll take care of it."

Before we went to bed that night Tony, the young 
security guard showed up at our door with a pillowcase. 
Inside was a busted camera, a handful of pictures, and 
a busted up hard drive from a computer. He said, "They 
won't be bothering you again."

I noticed his knuckles were bleeding and I told him to 
come in so that I could take care of them. He smiled 
and said, "That's nothing. And I have my brother in the 
car. I need to get him home."

"Did your brother help you?" I asked.

Tony nodded and I said, "Please, bring him in, I want 
to thank him."

Tony looked uncomfortable and I asked what was wrong.

He said, "My brother is good for scaring people. He has 
some birth defects and he is big and ugly. He is as 
gentle as a kitten, but he scares people. I have been 
taking care of him since my mom died. I don't like to 
make him uncomfortable, because women and kids get 
really scared when they see him."

My opinion of Tony went up a couple more notches and I 
insisted that he bring his brother in. Tony said, "My 
brother has only had sex a half dozen times. A couple 
of times a year I hire him an old hooker that pretends 
to be nice to him. I don't think it would be a good 
idea for him to see all of you beautiful women naked."

I smiled and said, "What if someone was nice to him and 
wasn't pretending? Please, bring him in."

Tony looked nervous, but he went out and shut his car 
off and came back in with his little brother. Tony was 
right, he was kind of scary. But he was also very sweet 
and he blushed like a virgin when he saw me standing 
there naked. I dragged him in and I thanked him for 
coming to the rescue of my daughter and me. 

His name was Frank and he was mildly retarded. But he 
understood what I was saying and when he finally smiled 
he didn't look nearly as scary. He was huge, but he was 
very childlike. I sat him down and looked at his 
knuckles and he was okay. I sent Lynn up to her room 
for the disinfectant and I washed and disinfected 
Tony's knuckles. Then I kissed him and thanked him for 
what he had done.

I went back over to Frank then and I sat on his lap and 
put my arms around his neck and said, "Hi Frank. Tony 
said that you don't have a girl friend. I was wondering 
if I could be your girlfriend sometimes. Would that be 
okay?"

Frank turned a deep shade of red and said, "Gosh yes! 
You're beautiful!"

I put his arms around my waist and I reached my arms 
around his neck and I kissed him on the lips and told 
him how nice I thought he was. His face was really 
badly disfigured. But his eyes were so kind and so 
trusting and his smile so sweet and innocent that I 
didn't mind being intimate with him in the least. Soon 
he was kissing me back and I guided his huge hands over 
my breasts and I asked him, "Did you ever have a girl 
suck on your dick Frank?"

"Oh gosh no miss!" Frank exclaimed.

"Would you like to?" I asked.

Frank looked at Tony and Tony smiled and nodded and 
Frank said, "I think that must be real nice miss."

I kissed him again and said, "Please, call me Mandy, 
okay Frank?"

Frank just got redder. I got up off of his lap and 
pulled him to his feet and he watched in awe as I 
undressed him. As I was undressing Frank, Lynn was 
pulling Tony to his feet and trying to help him 
undress. Tony tried to push her away and said, "That's 
sweet miss, but Steve told me what you went through 
today, you don't have to do this. I imagine you have 
had enough of men for a while."

Lynn smiled and said, "I haven't had enough of nice 
men. I want to thank you for what you did. You got 
those bruised knuckles defending me, and I really want 
to show you how much I appreciate what you did."

I had Frank undressed and I guided him to the floor and 
knelt between his massive thighs. His cock was also 
massive. There was no way that log was going down my 
throat! But I took as much of it as I could into my 
mouth and suddenly Kara was there beside me and smiling 
and asking if she could help.

I mouthed, "You don't have to," to her, but she smiled 
and said, "Are you kidding?! That's the most beautiful 
cock I have ever seen!"

Kara and I worked together on Frank's massive organ and 
he obviously enjoyed his first blowjob. We licked him 
all over his large cock and then I took as much of it 
into my mouth as I could while Kara began to lick his 
balls and we both used our hands on the rest of his 
shaft. 

When he finally came it was the most amazing thing that 
I have ever experienced. My mouth filled up instantly 
and before I could swallow the first mouthful he shot 
three or four more huge spurts of cum all over his 
stomach and his chest. I caught the next two spurts in 
my mouth and managed to get it all down. Then Kara and 
I moved up and licked his stomach and his chest clean. 
Poor Frank just laid there staring at us in amazement.

We moved up beside him and hugged him and kissed him 
and told him what a wonderful lover he was and all the 
while we were playing with his thick shaft. It had 
gotten soft, but it seemed to get hard again instantly 
and Kara smiled at Frank and said, "You have a 
beautiful cock, can I fuck you now, please Frank?"

Frank must have thought that he had died and gone to 
heaven. He shook his head wildly and then watched as 
Kara moved up over him and I helped her guide that 
horse cock into her pussy. 

She moved down over the tip of it and slowly started 
sliding down the shaft, but she couldn't quite take it 
all. The last couple of inches just wouldn't go in. The 
whole time she told him how wonderful it felt and what 
a nice man he was and as she started moving up and down 
on his cock she took his hands and placed them on her 
tits and I moved down between his legs and struggled to 
get my head between them and lick his balls.

He obviously wasn't going to last much longer than he 
had when we sucked him off, and I watched as he tensed 
up and cum started squirting out of her pussy around 
and down his big cock. 

Kara rested with his cock still buried in her pussy for 
a moment and then she started pulling off of him and I 
followed her pussy up the shaft, licking up all the cum 
that I could find.

When she was free of him she moved up and kissed him 
and told him what a wonderful lover he was and I sucked 
his cock clean. Much to my amazement, he was instantly 
hard again!

I looked up and asked him if he would like to fuck me 
now and he said, "Oh god yes Miss Mandy! I'd love that! 
If you don't mind that is."

I said, "Did you ever do it doggy style?"

He thought about it and said, "No Miss Mandy, I don't 
think I ever did that."

I got up on my hands and knees and said, "Okay, you get 
behind me and put it in from behind. But make sure that 
you get it in the right hole. And don't fuck me too 
hard, it is going to take me a few minutes to get used 
to your beautiful cock. Okay?"

Frank promised to be careful not to hurt me and he got 
behind me. Kara helped him put his cock into my pussy 
and as he slowly pushed it in it took my breath away. I 
couldn't believe how fat it felt. It didn't hurt. It 
just felt so damned huge! 

Kara kept an eye on him and made sure that he didn't go 
too deep, and he was very careful to not get too 
carried away and hurt me. In fact, towards the end I 
had to tell him to fuck me harder! It was a very 
memorable experience.

Frank finally came for the third time and the three of 
us sat down and Frank and I worked to catch our breath. 
I looked up and saw Lynn sitting in Tony's lap. They 
had finished a long time ago and Lynn was watching in 
awe. It looked like Tony had tears in his eyes!

I had Lynn go and get us all something to drink and 
then we sat around and talked for a while. Tony was a 
really sweet guy and I really liked him. And I was very 
grateful for what he had done for us.

It was getting late and it was a school night, so Tony 
and Frank got dressed and we saw them to the door. I 
told Tony that I thought it would be nice if he brought 
Frank by the house every month or two for a little fun. 
He just needed to call first because I never knew what 
my schedule was.

Tony got all teary eyed again and he hugged me and 
said, "You were always so sweet at work. But I had no 
idea now nice you were until tonight. You are really 
special for doing this for Frank. He has had hard time 
of it and most people really treat him like shit. Thank 
you for being so nice."

I assured him that it had been a lot of fun for Kara 
and me too and that we were looking forward to the next 
time. Then I kissed him goodbye and let him out.

As soon as they were gone we all started talking at 
once about the size of that massive cock and how much 
cum came out of it. We had never seen anything like it 
before.

The three of us were exhausted, but in need of a 
shower. So we took a quick shower and then went to bed. 
In the morning, Lynn was pretty much recovered from the 
trauma of yesterday. Kevin was waiting for her outside 
when we went out and he apologized for not being there 
yesterday. He had overslept. 

Kara drove us into the office and except that our 
pussies were on display, it was a pretty normal day. I 
didn't suck for fuck anyone all day! I managed to get 
all caught up from yesterday and felt pretty good about 
the days work by the time we went home.

Lynn was doing her homework when we got home and she 
looked up and smiled and said hello. Her homework was 
almost finished and she helped us with supper. She told 
us that she had a pretty easy day of it too. Kevin had 
looked out for her and kept the guys away from her 
today. And Phil had not been in school. We learned 
later that Phil and his father had moved to Tennessee. 
She told us about her "affair" with her coach in gym 
now. How he was looking out for her and she was 
spending a little time with him after class.

That evening we went over to the Master's house and 
swam for a while and I thanked Steve for what he had 
done about Phil and his dad. He shrugged and said that 
it was his job as a Master.

Carol asked to borrow Lynn for a little while. It had 
been a while since she had used us and she missed it. 
She took Lynn out into the grass and stretched out on a 
cushion and Lynn knelt between her legs and began to 
eat at the Y. Kara and I watched for a few minutes and 
then went over and went to work on her tits.

While we were doing that, Kevin and Steve came up 
behind us and took us doggy style while we teased 
Carol's nipples.

Before very long everyone but Lynn was having an 
orgasm. But she wasn't left hanging for long. The 
doorbell rang and Lynn was sent to answer it. It was 
the principal and he was just in time to fill that void 
in Lynn's life. Or at least he was just in time to take 
care of a bad case of horny.

The rest of us took seats on the patio and sipped on a 
cold beer as we watched the two of them put on one hell 
of a sex show. If she didn't kill him, Lynn was going 
to take years off of that stodgy old principal.

From then on life just seemed to coast. Once in a while 
our Masters would take us out for a few new slutty 
outfits. There was a steady stream of sex partners at 
work and at home. Every once in a while it was someone 
new, but mostly it was the same old faces.

Lynn struggled through three more years of high school 
as the school slut. She never had a girl friend after 
becoming a slave, and of course no boy would ever be 
caught dead dating her. They would fuck her every 
chance they got, but that was the only contact she had 
with people her own age until she went away to college.

Steve was as good as his word and despite the constant 
sexual escapades at work I was promoted to VP when a 
position finally opened up. But I impressed so many 
people with my job performance as a VP that, two years 
later, when Steve moved back to the main office and was 
promoted to CEO; I was promoted over the other vice 
presidents into his old job.

Steve paid Lynn's tuition at college. I was in a 
position to afford it now, but I didn't mind the help 
at all. College was like a whole new world for Lynn. 
Suddenly she was popular. She had friends. She had 
boyfriends, girlfriends, just friends, all kinds of 
friends. She loved college. 

It was just me and Kara for a little while, and then 
Kara met a guy and fell in love and they got married 
less than a year after they met. We still see each 
other, and once in a while we still make love, but 
mostly we just get together when we can and we talk. We 
have gotten together and made her husband's wildest 
fantasies come true a couple of times, but not too 
often, we don't want to spoil him.

After the Crosbys left, and Lynn went away to college, 
and Kara got married, it got pretty damned quiet around 
the house. It got quiet at work too. Since I was now 
the boss I had to start watching my step. I still 
entertained Tony once in a while at my house. But his 
brother only lived two more years after that first 
night we spent with him. He had congestive heart 
problems that were deemed inoperable because of all of 
his other health problems. Oh, and sometimes I would 
invite Gregg into my office and give him a quick 
blowjob, just for old time's sake.

It was very quiet at the house after I had finally 
discouraged the miscellaneous men that had gotten into 
the habit of stopping by and using me. Sometimes I 
thought maybe I shouldn't have chased them all away. It 
was pretty lonely sometimes. 

I got back into my old hobby of checking out used book 
stores and collecting my favorite author's books. And I 
got back into reading in a big way. But it wasn't the 
same as having friends. And I tried not to think about 
the fact that I had just passed the big three-o and had 
never been loved, or been in love.

Then one day I was at a party at Kara's house. I don't 
like parties. I don't mix well. I am not very good at 
small talk. I had asked Kara for permission to use her 
computer to check on a book I was bidding on at e-bay 
and I was just about to put in another, higher bid when 
a voice behind me said, "That would be a big mistake."

I was startled. I hadn't heard him come in. I spun 
around and saw a large, very handsome man reading over 
my shoulders. He smiled and said, "I know where you can 
get that book in very good condition, and it is a first 
edition, signed by the author, for a lot less money."

I had been trying to find this book for a long time and 
it was out of print and very rare and I really didn't 
believe him. I cocked an eyebrow at him and said, 
"Okay, I'll bite. Where is this book that I have been 
trying to find for months?"

He said, "I have it, and I am willing to part with it."

"How much?" I asked, still waiting for the catch.

"Buy me dinner at my favorite restaurant, wine 
included, and it's yours," he said.

I told him that he had a deal and we left. On the way 
out I said goodbye to Kara and I saw the look in her 
eye. I was starting to suspect that I had been set up 
again. But at least this one wasn't boring. 

Dinner was wonderful, and I loved the way he tied my 
arms and legs to the corners of his bed afterwards too. 
I just might have a keeper this time!

The End

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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