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Be Careful What You Wish For
By vulgus

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Story codes: MF, MFF, FF, Ff, MFf, mf, Exhib, reluctant, cons


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 risqu, but I was constantly
teased for wearing such conservative bikinis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt the blood drain from my face as soon as she asked that. I
knew what she was talking about. I knew because my sex life
consisted of reading stories I found on the internet and
masturbating. I loved stories about women being forced to submit.
Stories about mind control and blackmail and even rape got me so
fucking hot that I couldn't stand it. It wasn't that I wanted
those things to happen to me. I certainly didn't want to be
raped. But in the realm of fantasy, in the safety of my own room,
they really turned me on. Lately, I had even been daydreaming
about it at work, wondering what it would be like to be used like
the women in those stories. I wondered what it would be like to
be humiliated and exposed, drawn out of my conservative little
shell. I almost wished that it would happen, almost.

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

I suddenly returned to the present and told Carol that she was
out of her mind. But even as I tried to convince her, I
remembered one of the few dates that I had been on since Lynn was
born. In the fourteen years since her birth I had been out with
three men. Guys all seem to assume that if you are a single
mother then you are easy. The first two men that I went out with
were set ups. Blind dates arranged by a friend. I went out with
both of them once and was bored to tears by both of them. The
high point of my dates had been when they dropped me off and I
was back in my house and could take a deep breath and relax
again. They both seemed to assume that after dinner and a movie
we would end up in bed. They were wrong. I had felt absolutely no
attraction to them.

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

The third man that I dated was different. He had been older. He
was in his mid thirties. I had met him at a coffee shop near my
office. We had spoken several times and he was handsome and big
and strong and a really 'take charge' kind of guy. When he asked
me out it was almost like I didn't have a choice. He somehow got
me to agree to go out with him before I even realized that I was
doing it. But as soon as I realized that we were going on a date
I started imagining him as the man in my internet fantasies. I
would sit at my computer and download a story and read it and
picture him as the dominant male in the story. He really fit the
part.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was when she slapped me. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Master," I replied quickly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Master" I instantly replied.

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

"Yes Master."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then she said, "Lynn, stand up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What were you thinking about?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It looked terrible, but Carol loved it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think?" Lynn said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When they make me undress and they feel me up, when they make me
have orgasm after orgasm and they force me to pose for all of
those dirty pictures, fuck! I am in heaven. I try to act
reluctant, but the only thing I have hated so far was today, the
piercings. But now that it's done, I'm glad. I love those rings!
They look hot. I can't wait to see what happens in a week or two
when it's Tuesday and I can't say no to the boys at school. And I
can't wait to start wearing those sexy clothes and not be allowed
to keep my legs together. You know that the first time I get
undressed in gym class and the girls see my new rings, every guy
in my class is going to know by the end of the day. And they are
all going to think that I am a slut. And on Tuesdays I will be.
And there is no telling what kind of perverted shit our new
Masters have planned for us.""Carol said that they had a slave
before. She was a teenager that had been Kevin's babysitter.
Kevin didn't know it, but she was their slave for more than a
year until she went away to college. Carol told me some of the
things they made her do and it makes my pussy wet just thinking
about it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve asked, "Anything else slut?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lynn just shook her head and sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Master," I said, automatically.

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

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

Gregg was one of the older employees here. He was a nice guy, I
liked him. He was a good worker, but he had no desire to work his
way up the management ladder. He just wanted to do his job and go
home at night until he could retire in a few years. He was