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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 de