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Chapter 5
Innocence reached down and slowly drew her hands up her body, letting her fingertips glide over her curves. She paused at her breasts and circled her nipples, feeling them stiffen. Yes, everything was perfect in her life.
She sat up and reached down to the corners at the foot of the bed. She found the leather cuffs that were now permanently installed on the bed and buckled one around each ankle. Then she lay down again and stretched upward, fastening one of the cuffs around her wrist. She would not be able to fasten the last cuff around her other wrist. But even if she could, it would not be wise. She would be unable to release herself. Instead, she just laid her free wrist into the open leather cuff and sighed happily.
She fell asleep for a little nap and started her remembrances again when she reawakened. The day on the rack turned out to be the worst exposure of the semester. It was the only time she was completely naked in front of the class. She had been topless a couple of times for various demonstrations but that seemed tame after being so exposed and vulnerable on the rack.
Her submission to Richard was like a whirlwind of emotions and excitement. She found herself feeling more and more free as he took more and more control of her life. She didn’t understand her feelings at all but it was thrilling to her.
The only frustration was that there was no sex. At least there was no fucking. It seemed that she was constantly highly aroused and she would have welcomed her master plunging his cock between her thighs but he never did. She frequently received orgasms as he toyed with her body and she frequently gave him blow jobs as she knelt at his feet, but he never fucked her.
The relationship evolved during the second semester and quickly became romantic. She was still his “slavegirl” as he called her but they were falling in love. And he frequently talked about sharing her with others. Initially, that sounded scary to her. After awhile, it started sounding exciting to her. Being given to another would make her truly feel like slave. But eventually, she realized that he would probably never do that. They were in love.
He proposed to her near the end of the school year and they were married shortly after she graduated. Thankfully, the sex that he had been withholding emerged and they fucked like rabbits throughout the honeymoon. And the sex continued to be frequent and amazing. She was very happy.
Innocence thought about getting up and starting her day but decided there was no rush. She continued to daydream about the exciting and romantic relationship that resulted in the marriage. Occasionally, she would drift back off to sleep. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear the bedroom door open.
“Hiya, Mom!” was the first thing she heard. She gasped and opened her eyes just in time to see Kaitlin plop down on the bed beside her. She scrambled to try to grab a sheet to cover herself but she had foolishly kicked it onto the floor earlier. And being bound the way she was, she could not reach down and grab it. She quickly draped her free arm to cover her breasts and then shifted it to cover her sex instead.
“Katy!” she scolded. “Don’t you ever knock?”
Kaitlin ignored her question. “Ooooo, you’re all nekkid! And gift wrapped too.”
Cency’s relationship with Kaitlin was good after one month of marriage but it was still a bit awkward and they were still feeling their way through it. Innocence was only four years older than her step daughter. Trying to assume the role of mother would not work. She didn’t think that ‘I would like to be your friend’ would work either. Instead, she was trying to act more like a big sister than a step mother.
“Yes, Katy,” she responded. “I’m all naked. And you shouldn’t see me like this.”
“Oh,” said Kaitlin as she furrowed her brow. “Why not? I used to see nekkid girls every day in gym class when I was in high school.”
“Well that was different,” said Innocence, sternly.
“Hmmm, how was it different? Do you have something they didn’t?” Before Innocence could react, Kaitlin reached out and grasped the free wrist, lifting it to expose Cency’s full nudity. Innocence gasped and quickly pulled her arm back down, but the damage had already been done.
“Katy!” admonished Innocence.
“Nope,” said Kaitlin as she grinned. “You got all the right stuff, Mom.”
“Kaitlin Anne Blackwell!” said Innocence, hoping that the use of her stepdaughter’s full name would get her attention and make her realize that she was serious. “You’re incorrigible! Now go downstairs and let me get dressed.”
“Awww, Mom,” replied Kaitlin. “That’s not fair. And did I mention that you’re beautiful?”
“Kaitlin!” said Innocence, raising her voice.
“And sexy too,” added Kaitlin. “And you make a wonderful slave girl. But somebody forgot one of the cuffs.”
Kaitlin grasped the wrist again. Innocence struggled as Kaitlin drew the arm upward toward the head of the bed but it was awkward being bound the way she was. She had no leverage. It was an easy task for Kaitlin to position the wrist and buckle the cuff in place.
“Kaitlin! Release me this instant!”
“There you go,” replied Kaitlin with a smile, pleased with herself for getting the final cuff in place. “That’s much better.”
“Katy, I’m serious. Let me go.”
Again, Kaitlin ignored her stepmother. She let her eyes travel up the length of Cency’s body, memorizing every hill and valley. Everything was so perfect. “You’re amazing, Mom. I knew you were beautiful but I never imagined how perfect you are.”
“Katy,” pleaded Innocence as she saw Kaitlin’s eyes roaming over her nudity. “This isn’t right. Please let me up now.”
“In a sec,” replied Kaitlin. She reached out and placed her hand on Cency’s belly, causing the bound woman to tense. “So soft.”
“Katy, please. This is not right.”
“Oh, stop being such a ninny,” admonished Kaitlin. “Nobody’s being hurt. I’m just enjoying a beautiful woman. Besides, I already know that you’re Daddy’s little slave girl. I even asked him if I could borrow you sometimes.”
“You what?!?!?!?!?” gasped Innocence.
“Well, actually, I asked him if I could have you. He said no. That’s when I asked if I could borrow you.”
Innocence opened her eyes wide in surprise at what she was hearing. It was unbelievable that she was bound and naked in front of her stepdaughter. The words she was hearing were even more unbelievable. This can’t be happening, she thought.
“What did he say?” she asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer. In the past, Richard had talked of sharing her or loaning her but he never had. She had always assumed that he was just teasing her.
“He said he would think about it,” replied Kaitlin. As they talked, Kaitlin had been moving her hand over the firm, silky flesh and now it was slowly gliding up the lower swells of Cency’s left breast. Again, Innocence tensed as the hand was becoming more intimate.
“That wouldn’t work,” said Innocence. “I’m not lesbian.”
Kaitlin giggled at that remark. “I know you aren’t. I can hear you and Daddy going at it each night. And don’t worry. I’m not lesbian either.”
Innocence already knew that Kaitlin was not lesbian and she wondered why she had even made that comment. They had discussed her boyfriends in the past. And Kaitlin had already confided in her that she had sex with some of them and that she loved it. She also surprised Innocence by telling her that she was into domination and submission and that, while she would play either role and love it, she much preferred to be the dominant one. Innocence could not imagine being dominant and, until now, she could not imagine Kaitlin being dominant either.
The other hand moved into action now. One hand continued to explore the twin wonders of Cency’s chest as it palpated and stroked and pinched the firm mounds. The other hand moved between Cency’s thighs and started stroking the dewy petals there.
“Katy! Stop that this instant!”
“You don’t seem to mind it too much. I only get wet like this when I’m aroused so you must like it. Actually, I don’t think I ever get wet like this. You’re positively swampy! It’s almost like a fountain down here.”
“I don’t like it!” snapped Innocence. “Please stop or I’ll tell your father!”
“Oh yeah,” Kaitlin said as if a light bulb went off in her head. “Daddy. That’s a good idea.”
She pulled her cell phone out of her jeans and punched in a number. Innocence could hear the phone on the other end ringing.
“Hi, Daddy,” said Kaitlin once the phone was answered. Innocence could hear the voice on the other end but could not make out any of the words.
“Oh, I just got up early today.”
“No, not today. Just hanging out.” It was frustrating to Innocence to hear only one side of the conversation.
“Richard!” Innocence called out. “Help me!”
Kaitlin pinched one of Cency’s nipples to punish her for the outburst and then spoke into the phone again. “Oh, she’s fine. She’s just embarrassed. I found her naked and bound in bed.”
“Richard!” Innocence called out again. “Save me!”
Kaitlin laughed into the phone. “Yeah, it was pretty surprising. But wow, is she beautiful?!?!?!? I can see how you fell in love with her.”
“Oh, well right now I’m just playing with one of her nipples.”
“Yeah, they do seem very responsive. They’re pretty stiff.”
“Oh yeah, she’s way wet. Does she always get that way?”
“Wow! Amazing!”
“Yeah, she’s been lots of fun to play with so far. And I just love the way she blushes.”
“Uh huh. Uh huh. Oh yeah, I love that too although I would probably shave it off if she belonged to me.”
“Uh huh. Oh, speaking of belonging, remember the conversation we had?”
“No, I know I can’t own her… yet. You made that clear. But we talked about maybe me borrowing her. Can I borrow her?”
“Right now would be good. And I have a party to go to on Friday night. Could I borrow her for that too?”
“Yes, it’s another one of those kinds of parties.”
“Really?!?!?!? Thank you, Daddy. You’re the best!!!”
Innocence listened to the one side of the conversation in disbelief. She wasn’t exactly sure what Richard had said but she was pretty sure that it wasn’t good. At least, it would not turn out well for her.
“Oh,” Kaitlin continued into the phone. “What about limits?”
“Really? Wow!!!”
“What about Friday? Any limits then?”
“Wow!”
“Okay, I’ll take good care of her. Thank you again, Daddy.”
Kaitlin hung up the phone and then grinned at Innocence. “You’re mine for the rest of the day. Isn’t that great?”
You’ve got to be kidding!” groaned Innocence. “This is unbelievable.”
“I know. It’s too good to be true.”
Chapter 6
“Katy,” said Innocence. “Look, sweetie. Despite what your father said, this just isn’t right. This could change our relationship.”
Kaitlin had crawled onto the bed and was now lying on top of Innocence. Her face was level with the bound woman’s breasts and she was greedily sucking on one of the tender nipples. Innocence watched in disbelief as her stepdaughter sucked more and more of her breast into her mouth.
Kaitlin lifted her head and released the nipple, making a popping sound as it slid free. “I certainly hope it does. I love you as my stepmother. And you are like the big sister I never had. I love you that way too. And now you can be my slave girl. I’m sure I’ll love that.” Then she attacked the other nipple and Innocence groaned as it disappeared from view.
Kaitlin kept this up for about five minutes, frequently pausing to shift from breast to breast. Innocence squirmed uncomfortably beneath her, as much as her bindings would allow, as Kaitlin’s attentions stirred unwelcome feelings in her body. Once again, she could not understand how her body could betray her by becoming aroused at things she did not even want to do.
Eventually, Kaitlin stopped and slid higher until her face was level with Cency’s. “You really are a beautiful slave girl. You are a priceless treasure. I’m so glad that we own you.”
“Own me?” gasped Innocence. “Nobody owns me. I’m a married woman; a free married woman.”
“Married, yes,” said Kaitlin. Then she lowered her head and kissed her stepmother, causing Cency’s eyes to fly open wide in surprise. “Even slave girls can be married.”
Katy kissed Innocence again, letting her lips linger. She snaked out her tongue and probed into Cency’s mouth, catching Innocence by surprise and leaving her breathless.
“Stop it, Katy! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!!!”
“Oh my,” said Kaitlin. “A rebellious slave. That’s easy enough to fix. But I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to hurt you.” She got off the bed and disappeared from the room. She returned a minute later, carrying a gym bag which she dropped heavily on the floor.
She fished around in the bag until she pulled out a riding crop. Innocence recognized it for what it was but was incredulous that her stepdaughter would even consider using it on her.
“This will hurt me as much as it hurts you,” said Kaitlin as she whipped the crop through the air, testing it.
“Don’t you dare!” Innocence glared at Kaitlin as she struggled against her bindings.
CRACK!!! The crop whistled through the air and crashed into Cency’s belly with a loud crack. Innocence howled as her belly exploded in pain. Kaitlin lifted the crop but, instead of striking Innocence again, she reached out and traced the red mark on her prisoner’s belly.
“You mark beautifully,” commented Kaitlin.
“Enough! This has to sto…. YYYEEEEOOOWWWWWW!!!” Innocence’s sentence was cut short as the crop slammed into her belly again.
“I do want to stop,” said Kaitlin. “But you won’t let me. Daddy already gave you to me for the day but you keep resisting. If you’ll submit to me, we can move on to things that are more fun.”
“Submit to you?” sputtered Innocence incredulously. “I’m your stepmother!!! I’m not supposed to submit to you!!!”
CRACK!!! The crop slammed down into her belly again and Innocence howled. This was out of control! How could she stop this?
Kaitlin reached between Cency’s legs and stroked her finger between the captive’s labia. “Wow!!! You’re even wetter than before! You really are a slave girl.”
“I’m not, Katy. Please stop.”
Kaitlin put two fingers together and stabbed them into Innocence. They slid in easily because Innocence’s body was so aroused but Cency yelped anyways at the surprise of the intrusion. Kaitlin started tapping Cency’s left breast lightly with the crop as she moved her fingers in and out.
“The next one goes here,” the younger woman threatened. “Unless you want to submit now.”
“I’m not going to submit, Katy. But I don’t want to be hurt any more either.”
CRACK!!! Innocence shrieked as her chest exploded in pain. Kaitlin marveled at the firm mounds. They were deformed by the blow but not a lot. She had seen other breasts practically flattened by a hit that hard. She smiled as she saw the breast bounce back into shape and then she leaned over to kiss the punished nipple.
“Now, the other one,” Kaitlin announced.
“Wait!!” blurted Innocence. “Please, no more!”
“The decision is in your hands,” replied Kaitlin. “You know how to stop it.”
“What does submitting mean?”
“It means that I own you,” responded Kaitlin. “Well it means that I own you whenever Daddy loans you to me. I guess it means I sort of co-own you. Daddy will still have primary rights but I’ll control you when he isn’t.”
“What will I have to do?” asked Innocence as she sniffled.
“Whatever I want,” said Kaitlin. “Whenever I want. With whoever I want.”
Innocence shook her head in disbelief. Kaitlin interpreted the motion as a no and crashed the crop down on the second breast. CRACK!!!
“Stop! Stop! Stop! I submit!” She needed to stop the brutal punishment. And she figured she could straighten things out once Richard got home.
Kaitlin set the crop aside and smiled. She sat down on the edge of the bed again and reached out to stroke the firm mounds that she had just abused. “Good girl. You made the right choice.”
Innocence just whimpered as she felt the fingers claiming her breasts. Her chest still burned from the harsh treatment but she was helpless to prevent any future punishment. It was all just so unfair.
Cency felt one hand leave the breast that it was massaging and travel down her body. Fingers grasped her pubic hair and tugged on it lightly. She heard “tsk, tsk,” and then the fingers moved slightly lower. Her petals were stroked and fondled. Fingers wormed their way into her slick channel and pumped in and out. And then the fingers shifted and started toying with her clit. Again, her body betrayed her as the orgasm struck her quickly. She was reduced to a tightly stretched, quivering mass of flesh as the fingers continued to stroke and prolong her orgasm.
Throughout the day, Kaitlin played with her new toy. Innocence was bound at all times and was frequently attached to something. Kaitlin explored her new slave’s body and, after awhile, Innocence lost track of the number of times she climaxed.
She was dangling from a hook in the ceiling when Richard got home. A chain was attached to her cuffs and her toes were less than an inch above the ground. Her body glistened with a thin coating of perspiration from the orgasm that Kaitlin had just imposed on her only minutes before. She looked up as she heard her husband enter the room.
“Richard, how could you?”
“How could I what?” he asked back innocently.
“How could you let her do this to me?”
“I told you that I planned to share you,” he explained.
“But with her?” she asked.
“Of course with her. Who did you think I was talking about? She has been wanting to own you since the first day she met you.”
“But I’m your wife!”
He stepped up to her and claimed her breasts in his hands. Then he leaned forward and kissed her. “Yes, you are my wife; my beautiful wife. And you are my slave girl; my beautiful slave girl. And now you are Katy’s beautiful slave girl too.”
“It’s so wrong,” she groaned.
“You know that I can’t say no to my daughter. I have spoiled her rotten ever since her mother died. She gets whatever she wants. And she wanted you badly. I like to make her happy.”
Innocence just groaned again.
Chapter 7
“You were born to be a slave,” he told her at dinner the next night as the two of them were dining in a romantic little restaurant. “It’s your slave heart.”
“It’s one thing to be your slave girl,” she said in response to his comment. “But it’s an entirely different matter to be your daughter’s.”
“It makes her very happy,” he said. “She just adores you.”
“But it’s so very wrong.”
“How can it be wrong?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. “It makes her happy. And it helps your slave heart. I can’t be around to take care of all of your slave needs all fo the time so it helps me in meeting your needs. Everybody benefits from this arrangement.”
“I need this?” she asked incredulously.
He reached out and placed his hand over hers, squeezing lovingly. “Yes, dear. You need this.”
“Oh,” she said softly. “I need this? I didn’t know.”
“How many times did you climax yesterday?” he asked.
Innocence blushed at the question and glanced around nervously to make sure nobody cold hear their conversation. “I don’t know. I wasn’t counting.”
“Well, roughly how many?” he persisted. “Was it more than two?”
She cast her eyes down and nodded.
“Five or more?”
She nodded and kept her eyes down. “More.”
“Ten?”
Her blush deepened. “More, I think.”
“Would you believe me if I told you that you climaxed fourteen times?” he asked. “You may not have been counting but Katy was.”
Innocence bit her lower lip nervously at the revelation. This was so embarrassing to her.
“Now, I don’t want to hear any of this silly nonsense about it being wrong,” he continued. “You could not have been so orgasmic if it was wrong. It was right for you and your slave heart.”
“But I was happy being your girl,” she said. “I wanted to be with you.”
“You will still be with me. You do belong to me,” he replied. “And it is a wonderful gift that you have provided to me. And I know that you want me to be happy. It makes me very happy to share you with Katy.”
Innocence sighed, realizing that she was losing this debate. It still seemed wrong to her but she knew that she would not be able to change things about it. She could accept her new status or leave and seek a divorce. The latter was unimaginable to her. She loved Richard too much to even consider leaving.
The former was also difficult to imagine. She loved playing at domination and submission. Being submissive came naturally for her and she found it to be exceptionally stimulating. But now, instead of just calling her his little slave girl, he was expecting her to actually be his slave. Not only that, but she would also be owned and controlled by his daughter.
The sex was great. That much was true. She enjoyed the earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasms that she received when she was treated as a slave. And she was constantly aroused nowadays. But she couldn’t let herself be ruled by her pussy, could she?
“Do you have to share me?” she asked. When he first started talking about sharing his girl with others, it had been exciting; scary but exciting. But she never dreamed that she would be given to Kaitlin. It was so embarrassing to be owned by someone four years younger than her.
“I don’t have to,” replied Richard. “But it pleases me to do so. And it pleases Katy to be able to own you.”
Innocence sighed again before responding. “Yes, Master.”
Richard smiled and squeezed her hand again. “Good girl. You are doing the right thing. You’ll see. And you will be very happy.”
“Katy wants you again tomorrow,” he went on. “And she plans to take you to a party as her date on Friday.”
“Her date?” blinked Innocence.
“Yes, her date,” replied Richard. “Sort of.”
Chapter 8
Wednesday was much like Monday had been. Richard left early in the morning for the office and Kaitlin claimed her new property once she woke up. Throughout the day, Innocence was constantly bound and again was frequently attached to something. And once again, she lost track of the number of orgasms she received.
She was only punished once that day. Until now, Innocence had been on the receiving end of all of the orgasms. In the early afternoon, Kaitlin declared that it was time for the slave to “start earning her keep.”
Kaitlin secured Innocence in a keeling position with her wrists bound to her ankles. Then the young mistress disrobed. Innocence was horrified when she realized what was going to be expected of her. She protested and complained. She had never done anything like this before and had no desire to start now. Four stripes of the cane across her breasts and belly convinced her that licking another girl was not so bad after all.
She felt humiliated as she scooped her tongue through Kaitlin’s slick petals. Her owner was already very aroused and Innocence got a good taste of another woman for the first time. It turned out to be not as bad as she feared. But she was still humiliated at being forced to do something so degrading.
Several times, she glanced upward as she licked and tongued Kaitlin’s pussy. One time, Kaitlin was looking back down and watching her. Innocence quickly averted her eyes in embarrassment at someone watching her do something so decadent.
The other times, Kaitlin’s eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face. Innocence was flickering her tongue over her mistress’ clit and she watched Kaitlin’s response. Her belly would tighten and then quiver for a moment. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each quiver, animating them and sending the nipples jumping and leaping throughout the air.
Kaitlin was remarkably beautiful. Innocence considered herself to be a devout heterosexual but even she admired Katy’s body. The breasts were firm and full and were even larger than her own. Innocence guessed them to be D cup in size. The nipples were long and very stiff at the moment and almost seemed to be slicing through the air each time the breasts moved. The stiff nubbins were surrounded by small areolae that were no larger than a quarter.
Her waist was very narrow and her body was toned. She did not have an ounce of excess weight and the weight that she did have was perfectly distributed on her tall frame. And her face was beautiful. She knew from past experience that Kaitlin could run the full gamut of expressions from angle to vamp just by changing her smile. Right now, she looked angelic.
“Ooooo, that’s good, pet,” cooed Kaitlin as Cency’s tongue continued to flutter. Kaitlin reached out with one hand and stroked the slave girl’s hair as if to comfort her and give her approval.
“Mmmm,” she added a little later. “You can’t convince me that you’ve never done this before. You’re just too good at this.”
Innocence continued to flicker her tongue over the sensitive little nubbin, occasionally pausing to scoop between the petals or stab into her owner’s sex. She honestly had no experience doing this with another woman but she knew the kinds of things that she liked. She just focused on doing the things that she would want done to her.
Her life had certainly changed quickly in the past couple of days. Or had it changed all that quickly? She thought back to the past year of her life. She had been introduced to submission almost a year earlier when she was the model for Richard’s class. Since that time, her submission had been gradually escalated by Richard as the relationship grew and developed.
At some point, that she could not identify, she had crossed the bridge from being a submissive to being a slave. She remembered the day when Richard had told her that she no longer needed a safe word.. Maybe that was when the transition was made.
Regardless of when it happened, she now knew that she was his slave. And she knew that, as a slave, she had no rights. The thought was repugnant to her on one level. After all, she was a college graduate with a promising future ahead of her. She planned to get her doctorate and become a professor, just like her husband. She was due to start her doctoral studies in just a couple of weeks.
But while it was repugnant to her on one level, it was very rewarding on another level. She took comfort in others taking responsibility. It was very satisfying when someone else had control. Plus, her body certainly found it very much to its liking. She was constantly aroused these days. Even now, when she was being forced to do something that she viewed as deviant, her sex was positively flowing.
Kaitlin’s belly was quivering again and Innocence could see that her eyes were closed tightly. Both of Kaitlin’s hands were on the slave’s head now, holding her in place as the owner moved closer to a climax. The breasts were even more animated as the bounced and swayed as if they could move on their own. Katy was moaning now and tightened her grip on Cency’s head.
The moaning intensified until there was a final groan. Kaitlin’s body tensed and then shuddered. Still, Innocence kept fluttering her tongue over the sensitive little clit. Kaitlini groaned again and then pushed Innocence back, away from her sex. Innocence continued to look up, studying her mistress’ body and her reactions. Kaitlin held tightly onto her slave’s head, using her girl for support as she recovered.
“Mmmmm, you’re good!” sighed Kaitlin when she finally opened her eyes. She looked down at her girl and smiled. “I could get used to that kind of treatment.”
Innocence remained silent. She did not want to encourage a discussion about the decadent act that she had just participated in. But inwardly, she felt pride that she was able to provide such pleasure and she liked the praise that her new owner had given her.
After she recovered, Kaitlin spent several hours instructing Innocence. The slave girl was taught how to walk and stand and kneel. There were multiple poses she had to learn but she was able to master them all. She was taught when she could look at someone and when she couldn’t. She was taught how to serve and clear. It was all very frustrating for her. She had no idea when all of this silly stuff would be useful. She knew that Richard certainly didn’t need for her to behave this way.
“What is all of this for?” she finally asked. This was met with an immediate slap to her cheek.
“Sorry,” she said quickly. “What is all of this for, Mistress?”
“It’s stuff that you need to know for the party on Friday, girl,” replied Kaitlin. “I want the others to appreciate you.”
Innocence furrowed her brow in confusion. “The party? What kind of party is it, Mistress?”
“It’s just a bunch of my friends getting together,” said Kaitlin. “It’s kind of a costume party.”
“Oh,” said Innocence. That didn’t sound so bad. “What will we be going as, Mistress?”
“A mistress and slave, of course,” Kaitlin responded. “You’ll love it. And my friends will love you too.”
Innocence gasped. “I’m going as a slave? In public?”
“Don’t worry. It’s a private party.”
“Richard!” blurted Innocence once her husband got home. “I mean, Master. Do you know about this party on Friday?”
“I know a little bit about it. It should be fun for you and Katy.”
Kaitlin had bound Innocence bent face up over the back of a padded bar with her legs spread widely. Richard unzipped his pants and easily slid his cock into his wife’s waiting sex.
“How can it be fun?” gasped Innocence as the cock filled her. “She wants to take me as a slave!”
Richard reached out and grasped the two breasts that were swaying on her chest and squeezed them as he pumped in and out of the bound girl. “Yes, I know. She and her friends got into this slavery thing early. It took me a lot longer to find my way into the scene.”
“But the costume she has for me is indecent!” complained Innocence. “I can’t be seen in that. I’ll be practically naked.”
He released one breast and reached out to pat her cheek. “Relax, pet. I have displayed you totally naked before. And that was before I even owned you.”
Innocence groaned. She couldn’t believe that her husband would even consider letting her be seen almost naked. But then she remembered the day in class almost a year earlier when he had displayed her totally naked to a room full of students.
“But have you seen the outfit?”
“Yes, I have seen it,” he said, plunging particularly deep and causing Innocence to groan. “I haven’t seen it on anybody but Katy showed it to me a few months ago. She was going as somebody’s slave girl that night. But she was too modest to model it for her father. Maybe you could model it for me tonight.”
Innocence shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that she was expected to wear the scant outfit. She couldn’t believe that Richard would allow her to. And she couldn’t believe that Kaitlin had attended a party as a slave girl.
Chapter 9
Thankfully, it was warm on Friday. Innocence had a cap tied around her neck as Kaitlin drove the two of them to the party. But she knew she would eventually lose the cape and would have very little to protect her from a chill. But it was a warm August night so that was the least of her worries.
They arrived at the party and, as expected, Kaitlin removed the cape and stuffed it into the car. Then she led her slave girl up the front steps and into the house. Innocence trembled throughout the entire walk.
Innocence was blushing furiously as she was led into the group of teenagers who were already gathered there. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life. And it was the most bizarre scene she had ever witnessed.
About half the group was clearly masters and mistresses and they were clearly identified as such by the costumes they wore. Black leather and latex seemed to be the materials of choice. Cat suits, corsets, chaps and vests covered the bodies of the dominants. At least most of them were mostly covered. One of the dominant females had her breasts exposed through cutouts in her cat suit. Another had her ass exposed. Several of the male dominants were shirtless, but she didn’t really count that.
The submissives wore a wide range of dress or undress. One girl looked like a harem slave with sheer pantaloons and a tiny embroidered vest that did very little to cover her abundant chest. A male wore nothing but a g-string. Yet another male wore nothing but a cage that fenced in his cock and balls. And many of the submissives were completely naked but for a collar. All of the submissives wore collars, she noted. All but her. She wondered what the significance of that was.
And then there was her outfit. She might as well have been naked for all that it did to expose her. Her outfit consisted of a set of leather straps that circled her body and bound her arms. Her breasts were trapped at the base and compressed with straps, causing them to bulge slightly, while other straps simply ran across her flesh. A leather band at her waist was attached to two more straps that ran between her legs but left her pussy exposed. A final strap or set of straps circled her wrists and then wound up her arms, pulling them together so that her elbows touched. She felt her shoulders aching from the strain of having her elbows pulled together.
What parents in their right minds would allow their children to participate in such deviant behavior? She thought that it was totally irresponsible to let their kids get involved in something that was so blatantly sexual. Did they even know what was going on? Did Richard know?
“What color for your new girl?” Innocence heard one of the boys ask Kaitlin.
“Red would be fitting, I think,” replied Kaitlin.
“Excellent choice,” said the male. “I look forward to sampling her charms myself later then.” Then the boy stood in front of Innocence and buckled a collar snugly around her neck.
“I hope you enjoy her,” said Kaitlin. “She’s very special to me.”
“Katy,” whispered Innocence loudly after the boy left. “What’s going on? What does a red collar mean? And what did he mean about sampling my charms?”
“That’s your first violation of the evening, pet,” said Kaitlin. “If you keep that up, I’ll give you a black collar.”
Innocence cast her eyes down at the chastening. “Sorry, Mistress.”
“A white collar means that the slave may not be used in any way,” explained Kaitlin. “They are merely here for decorative purposes. A black collar means that people can punish that slave and use the slave sexually. And a red collar means that the slave is available for use sexually but cannot be punished. You are going to be well fucked tonight, pet.”
“Katy!” Innocence hissed. “I mean Mistress! You can’t do that! I’m your stepmother!”
Kaitlin patted Cency’s bare ass. “You’re so cute. I just love you to death. You say the cutest things. Yes, it’s true that you’re my stepmother. But as of this week, you’re also my slave. And I will use my slave however I want.”
“Mistress, please,” begged Innocence. “Please don’t do this to me.”
They were interrupted when another male stepped up to them. “I was really hoping that you were going to be a slave again tonight.”
“Ha,” chuckled Kaitlin. “You didn’t get to fuck me enough last time, Bobby?”
Bobby reached up and gripped the edges of Kaitlin’s vest. She was dressed in black leather with leather slacks that hugged her skin and thigh high boots with spike heels. On top, she wore a leather vest and opera length black leather gloves.
The boy pulled back the two sides of the best, exposing Kaitlin’s generous mounds. “How could I ever fuck this body enough?”
He released one side of the vest but held onto the other side, keeping it open. Then he reached in with his other hand and stroked the soft orb that stood proudly from her chest. “Magnificent. I might own these permanently someday if you’re not careful.”
Kaitlin reached up and grasped the boy’s wrist, dragging it away from her chest. “Ha!” she snorted. “In your dreams. And no touching the merchandise tonight. I’m a mistress at this party.”
“Only for tonight,” he retorted. “I’ll have you in chains again soon enough.”
“You’re the one who will be in chains next,” she replied. “And I think I’ll feature you at the glory hole when you are.”
“You know I don’t swing that way,” he said.
“You’ll swing whichever way I decide when I own you,” she responded. “If I decide that you’ll service the boys, then you’ll do just that.”
Innocence just shook her head in disbelief as she listened. It was unbelievable to her. They played at this slavery thing and seemed to take turns owning one another. How could they possibly have gotten into this decadent behavior? How could a bunch of eighteen year olds get so deviant?
“We’ll see,” he said. “Who’s your new pet?”
“This is Innocence,” said Kaitlin, pulling Cency forward. “I captured her this week. And I’m displaying her for the first time tonight.”
“She’s a beauty,” the boy observed. “So she’s permanent, huh? Where did you capture her?”
“Yes, she’s permanent,” confirmed Kaitlin. “I own her. Well, my dad and I own her. And I captured her in my home.”
“Wow, your dad’s into this lifestyle too? That’s awesome! What was she doing in your home?”
“Sleeping,” said Kaitlin.
“Wow!” Bobby repeated. “You captured a house guest?”
Kaitlin laughed. “No, she wasn’t a house guest. She’s my stepmom.”
“Wow! You and your dad are so kinky!”
Innocence blushed as she listened to the exchange and then had to stifle a groan when she heard Kaitlin announce that she was Katy’s stepmother. She was hoping to keep that a secret so that it would be easier to end this insanity at some point. It would be much harder to unwind all of this if a lot of people knew.
Bobby turned toward Innocence and trailed a finger down the center of her chest, between her breasts, and then let it continue to travel downward over her belly. Innocence felt gooseflesh forming in the wake of the roaming finger.
“Your dad sure has good taste,” commented Bobby. “She really is a beauty. Mind if I take her for a spin?”
“She’s a red collar,” replied Katy. “But I want to watch.”
“Sure thing,” agreed Bobby. Then he unhooked the leash from his belt and attached it to Cency’s collar. “Let’s go find an open room.”
Innocence groaned as she was led away by the pair of dominants. She was taken upstairs where they started looking for an open room. The first few that they checked were occupied. In the first one, a red collar girl was being fucked by two boys as they sandwiched her between them. The second contained a naked black collar boy who was being whipped by a dominant girl. In the third one, they saw a red collar boy being sodomized by another male.
“That will be you someday soon,” chided Kaitlin.
“Only in your dreams,” scoffed Bobby.
They finally found an unoccupied room and led Innocence into it. “Do you want her arm binder off?” asked Kaitlin.
“No, leave it on her,” replied Bobby. “I like what it does to her chest.”
Innocence glanced down and groaned as she saw how prominently her breasts were displayed with her shoulders pulled back so tightly. They were even more prominent because of the way the leather constricted them at the base. It was as if they were there for the taking.
Bobby quickly peeled off his clothes. Kaitlin remained clothed as she positioned Innocence. She placed the slave girl at the edge of the bed with her bottom perched on the edge. Then she crouched down and pushed the slave’s feet apart.
“She’s all set,” announced Kaitlin. “But you’ll need to wear this.” She held up a condom which drew a groan from the boy.
“Awww!” complained Bobby. “I’m clean. And you know I prefer riding bareback.”
“I don’t care what you prefer,” said Kaitlin as she opened the wrapper. She belongs to me and you’ll follow my rules if you want to use her. Besides, I want to make sure I don’t have any new brothers or sisters right away.”
“Jeeessshhhh!!!” grumbled Bobby. “Okay, give me that thing.”
“I’ll put it on you,” Kaitlin declared. “Now get over here.”
“Jeeessshhhh!!!” Bobby repeated. “Yes Ma’am!!!” he said sarcastically. He stepped closer and Kaitlin got down on one knee. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of the cock which was already fully erect. Then she parted her lips and leaned forward further, letting her lips glide along the length of the shaft.
“Be careful with that thing,” cautioned Bobby. “It might explode on you.”
Kaitlin pulled back and laughed. “That would be too bad for you. Then you couldn’t enjoy my girl.”
“Ha!” chortled Bobby. “Not a problem. I could get it back up again in a heartbeat for that girl.”
Again, Innocence was incredulous. This group seemed to have no morals whatsoever. Nothing was out of bounds for them. They switched roles freely and treated each other like slaves. It was akin to a freeform sexual orgy. She could never fit in with a group like this.
Kaitlin placed the condom at the tip of the throbbing cock and slowly rolled it down the shaft. “There you go, big boy. Now you’re ready for a swim.”
“I hate raincoats,” grumbled the male.
Kaitlin reached around him and spanked his bare ass once, eliciting a yelp from him. “Stop complaining. It’s time for fun.” She led him by his cock until he was standing between Cency’s parted thighs.
“Please, Mistress,” begged Innocence. “Please have mercy.”
Kaitlin ignored the pleadings and continued to pull Bobby forward until the tip of his cock touched the slave’s slick petals. Innocence glanced down in disbelief as she watched Kaitlin holding the cock as it slid into her, slowly disappearing into her love channel.
“Ahhhh!” moaned Bobby as he felt the wet warmth engulfing his cock. “So tight.”
Kaitlin finally released the cock and positioned herself behind the boy. Then she reached between his legs and grasped his balls, squeezing them lightly.
“Oh god!” he uttered. “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”
Kaitlin laughed. “I just love the control I have over you.” Then she gave his ass another swat.
Bobby started a steady motion, pumping in and out of the new slave girl’s body. Again, Innocence was incredulous as she watched him bend his head down to capture one of her nipples with his lips. She blushed furiously as his tongue and teeth worked on the sensitive bud, sending unwanted thrills through her body.
Kaitlin maintained her grip on the pair of balls but moved closer to Innocence. She leaned down and sucked the other nipple into her mouth, pulsing it in and out and letting her teeth rake along the tender little nubbin.
Innocence groaned again as the sensations began to overwhelm her. Two hungry mouths feasted on her ample mounds as a thick cock plunged into her over and over again. Her body was an erotic swirl of lust as more and more thrills rushed through her. She cried out as she climaxed.
“Wow, she’s a hot one!” observed Bobby who was still pistoning in the girl’s sex.
The pumping lasted for about fifteen minutes and Innocence experienced a second orgasm at the hands of the two dominants. Eventually, Bobby climaxed and the ordeal was over. He softened and slid out of her and Kaitlin removed the condom.
“That’s two infractions, pet,” announced Kaitlin. “One more and you’ll wear a black collar.”
Innocence blinked. “What did I do, Mistress?”
“You came without permission.”
Innocence groaned again. That was a rule that she did not even know. “But it wasn’t my fault, Mistress!”
Chapter 10
The rest of the party was nonstop humiliation for Innocence. After she was fucked by Bobby, Kaitlin led her back downstairs. More people had arrived and she was amazed and disturbed by what she saw.
One of the boys was bound kneeling with his back to a pole. His arms were secured behind the pole. A rope went around his chest and his belly, holding him to the pole, and his knees were tied together. There was no way that he could move.
A ring gag had been placed in his mouth, holding it perpetually open. And a line of partiers was waiting to enjoy using him. Innocence saw that one boy had just withdrawn his cock from the bound boy’s mouth and was spewing his sperm all over the boy’s face and chest. As soon as he finished, he cleaned his cock in the boy’s hair and tucked it back in his pants. A girl stepped forward to be serviced. She had a zipper in the crotch of her cat suit that she opened. Then she pressed her sex to the boy’s mouth. Innocence shook her head in disbelief as she saw the boy’s tongue flicker out through the gag to serve the new mistress.
A girl was chained in a spread eagle position in a wide doorway. A dominant girl currently had her entire hand embedded in the naked slave’s sex and Innocence could tell by the grimaces and groans that it must be very uncomfortable.
Another cat-suited mistress was pounding a huge dildo into the ass of another naked and collared male. His grunts and howls told Innocence that the violation of his bowels was very painful. The entire scene was surreal to her.
“Do you let them do this to you, Mistress?” asked Innocence in a whisper.
“Sure,” replied Kaitlin, glibly. “It’s fun to be on the bottom occasionally. Although, I much prefer to be the owner.”
“Wow,” breathed Innocence.
“And I’m going to love owning you. And I’m going to love owning these.” Kaitlin illustrated what these were by placing her hands beneath Cency’s bound breasts and bouncing them a few times. Innocence blushed again and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Unfortunately, most of the people in the room were. She shuddered as she saw one of the boys walking toward her.
“Nice job, Katy,” he said once he got to them. “You caught a mature one.”
“Thanks, Andy,” Kaitlin replied. “I think I’ll keep her too. But she’s not that mature. She’s only twenty two.”
“Is it true that she’s you stepmother?” he asked. Innocence cringed as she heard the words. Pretty soon the whole world would know.
“Yeah, it’s true,” she grinned. “My dad’s so good to me. He married her and then gave her to me.”
Innocence blinked as she heard the latest words. That was not how she understood the relationship. What happened to co-ownership with Richard being the primary owner? It was probably just Kaitlin being boastful, she decided.
“Nice dad,” he commented. “I wish my dad would give me a toy like this.” He reached up and stroked Cency’s left breast, causing her to cringe again.
“She seems well behaved,” he continued. “I hear you got her only a few days ago.”
“She’s okay,” replied Kaitlin. “She still has a ways to go in the training department. In fact, she’s only one error away from a black collar tonight.”
“Oh, I’d better use her now while I can, then,” he said. “Once she’s wearing a black collar, everyone will want her and it will be hard to even get close.”
“Go ahead and use her if you like,” offered Kaitlin. “But I get to watch.”
“Kinky,” said the boy.
Innocence rolled her eyes as once again a stranger attached his leash to her collar and led her away. Kaitlin was right beside him as the went upstairs and found another open room in which to debauch her.
“Use her ass,” instructed Kaitlin. “I want to play with her pussy.”
Innocence gasped when she heard Kaitlin’s remark. “No!!! Not that!!! Let him fuck my pussy if he has to fuck me at all!!!”
Kaitlin sighed. “Poor pet. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this. Now I have to go find a black collar.”
Then she turned to Andy and held out a fresh condom. “Here, use this. I’ll be right back.”
Andy looked back at her. “A rubber? I don’t use rubbers.”
“Then you don’t fuck my girl,” insisted Kaitlin. “It’s my way or the highway.”
“Fine,” replied Andy. “I’ll go find someone else.”
“Fine,” said Kaitlin as an indignant Andy strode out of the room. Innocence breathed a sigh of relief at being spared the sodomy but she was still dreading what would happen to her once she wore a black collar.
Kaitlin led her charge back downstairs and found the supply of collars. She found one that looked to be the right size and then replaced the red one with the black one. “There you go. That’s what you worked so hard to earn.”
“Change you mind?” asked one of the dominant girls who was standing nearby.
“No,” replied Kaitlin. “She did. She knew what she had to do to get a black collar and she did just that.”
Innocence blinked in disbelief at Kaitlin’s comment. She didn’t change her mind. She didn’t do anything to intentionally get a black collar. She didn’t even want to be here!
“Ooooo!” squealed the other girl. “I just love pain sluts. Can I have her first?”
“Sure,” Kaitlin responded. “I have to figure out where to put her first, though.”
“The cross just opened up a few minutes ago,” the girl said. “It might still be available.”
“Perfect,” smiled Kaitlin. “We’ll start her with her back to it. Then we can turn her around later.”
Minutes later, Innocence found herself tied securely to the cross in a spread eagle position. Kaitlin positioned a little table next to the table and put the condoms on it along with a little sign that gave instructions for Cency’s use. It said that condoms had to be used if fucking Cency and that the only limits were club limits. Innocence wondered what that meant. She was soon to find out that things were not all that limited when club limits were used.
“She’s all yours, Jillian,” said Kaitlin after Innocence was stretched tightly on the cross. “Let me just put this in place first. Open up, sweetie.”
Innocence whimpered as she saw Kaitlin holding up the ball gag. “Please, Mistress. I’ll be good.”
Kaitlin smiled and reached up to stroke Cency’s cheek with her fingertips. “I know you will, sweetie. I just don’t want to distract the others with your screaming. Now, open up like a good girl.”
A chill snaked down Cency’s spin at Kaitlin’s words. What did they have planned for her? What kind of pain did they plan to inflict upon her? And why was she even here in the first place?”
Innocence refused to open her mouth to accept the gag. Kaitlin anticipated this and grasped one of the vulnerable nipples, squeezing tightly. Innocence shrieked and Kaitlin quickly wedged the gag part way in. Jillian helped and they were able to stretch the slave’s mouth open. Kaitlin pushed the gag the rest of the way until it was lodged behind the bound girl’s teeth. Then the straps were buckled behind Cency’s head and they were finished.
What happened next was totally unthinkable to Innocence. Jillian got down on one knee and started stroking the petals which were somehow already slick with arousal. A finger was inserted and Innocence felt unwanted but familiar feelings rushing through her body. A second finger was pushed in and the feelings intensified.
When the fourth finger was wedged into her sex, Innocence gasped around her gag. She remembered the girl who was being fisted earlier and she started struggling and protesting. All that came out was garbled noise but she was quite vocal in her resistance despite being unable to communicate.
All of her complaints and struggles were for naught, though. Quickly, the thumb joined its partners and Jillian pushed her entire hand into Cency’s body. Innocence grunted at the stretching caused by the intrusion and then just groaned once the fist was embedded in her sex.
Jillian always enjoyed fisting girls and Innocence was no exception. In fact, Innocence might be the best in her mind. Her sex was tight and warm and wet. Jillian could feel it clamping down on her hand and wrist as she wriggled her fingers inside of the slave. And she enjoyed seeing the girl’s belly quivering and breasts jiggling as she toyed with the delicious body.
Fingers probed and stroked and Innocence could feel every movement inside of her. And for some unknown reason, more waves of pleasure shot through her. She couldn’t understand why her body would betray her so badly.
Cency’s groaning intensified as Jillian leaned forward and touched her clit with her tongue. She jumped at the unexpected touch and writhed on the cross. Jillian was truly enjoying the complete control that she had with this older girl.
“Mind if I work on the top?” a male voice asked. Innocence turned her head and saw a black male standing beside Kaitlin, holding what looked like a kind of whip.
“Be my guest,” replied Jillian as she paused her tongue for a moment. Then her tongue started flickering again.
The boy reached out and grasped one of Cency’s breasts, squeezing it roughly and coaxing a garbled squeal out of the bound woman. Then he repeated his action with the other breast, eliciting another squeal. “These are perfect for what I have in mind. I’ll have a lot of fun with these.”
Kaitlin had been watching the whole time. She was loving being able to witness the use of her girl. At first, she had been reluctant to bring Innocence into this group for fear that things might move too fast and backfire on her. Now, however, she was glad she did. This treatment should break through any inhibitions that remained in her girl.
The male pulled the flogger back and then swung it forward, striking Innocence across the chest with a loud smacking sound. Innocence screamed around the gag as her breasts bounced wildly from the blow. After the whip fell away, she realized that it didn’t actually hurt all that much. It was more of a burning sensation than anything else. But it was still horrible to be whipped across the breasts.
Jillian’s tongue kept fluttering over the juicy clit as her fingers continued to dance along Cency’s vaginal walls. The belly was quivering wildly now and Innocence was thrashing her head back and forth. The second blow with the flogger struck and again the breasts became animated from the blow. It was as the whip touched her sensitive mounds that her orgasm exploded within her. She saw stars in front of her eyes from the intensity of the climax. The tongue kept flickering and the flogger continued to whip her breasts. And for reasons she did not understand, the orgasm continued and intensified until she passed out and hung limply from the cross.
“No limits other than the club’s?” she heard a female voice as she woke up again after passing out. She was still on the cross and she realized that Jillian still had her fist buried in her sex. She looked around and, thankfully, the male with the whip was gone.
“That and the condoms,” she heard Kaitlin reply.
“Oh, goody,” the female said. Innocence watched in horror as the girl reached out and lifted her left breast, squeezing it and plumping it. “These will be perfect for me. I haven’t seen any this nice in a long time.”
“I can’t wait to see, Robin,” Kaitlin said.
“Me neither,” said Jillian as she looked up and saw Robin claiming one of the glorious breasts. Jillian had curled her fingers to form a fist inside of Innocence and was now moving it around inside, knocking against the walls and stretching her opening uncomfortably as she pulled her arm back.
Innocence watched as the newcomer set a jar on the table beside the condoms. She couldn’t figure out its purpose, though. It was about eight inches tall and about two inches wide and was filled with a blue liquid. She saw Robin unscrewing the lid and setting it aside. Robin reached inside and then withdrew a long slender needle causing Innocence to furrow her brow in confusion.
Robin stepped up to Innocence and Jillian shifted her body to give Robin room. The fist remained lodged inside the captive body, though, and kept moving around. It felt like Innocence was being punched inside her sex and she yelped around the gag each time the fist hit her cervix.
Innocence opened her eyes wide in shock as Robin held the needle up to her breast. She started struggling again and shouting out garbled protests. This woman was insane!!! She was going to stab her!!!
Robin lifted the captive’s left breast and positioned the needle above the breast near the base of the sensitive mound. Innocence watched in shock and continued to mumble protests and pleas for mercy.
“These are so exquisite,” Robin said. She leaned down and kissed the upper swell of the breast that she had claimed. Then she pushed the needle downward. Innocence shrieked as the point came in contact with her tender flesh and she looked down, seeing the needle tent the skin inward. Then she gasped as the skin yielded and the needle entered her body. She watched in horror as Robin continued to push the needle into her breast until only an inch remained outside. She felt every inch of the needle’s progress through her body.
“Lovely,” admired Robin. “Just lovely.” Then she turned to Kaitlin who had been watching with great interest. “I could use even longer ones with her. She’s got a nice set.”
“Yeah, I love them,” agreed Kaitlin. “They’re always just begging to be enjoyed.”
Jillian started flickering her tongue over the juicy clit again and was now pumping her fist inside of Innocence. She would pound the sensitive cervix, sending waves of pain through Cency, and then pull back to put strain on the tight opening.
Robin fished another needle out of the blue liquid and then repeated the ritual on the right breast. Innocence was babbling incoherently at this point and thrashing her head back and forth. Again, she watched with horror as the needle slowly disappeared.
Cency’s belly was quivering again and she could feel an orgasm approaching despite all of the abuse she was suffering. The fist kept sending cramps and waves of dull pain through her body. The needles kept getting pushed in, sending sharp pain through her chest.
Eventually, there were eight needles in each breast, arranged symmetrically around the firm mounds near the base. Robin had two more needles that she wanted to place. Innocence was horrified once again as Robin placed the point of the first needle at the center of her left nipple. She shrieked around the gag as it was pushed in. As the process was repeated on her right nipple, her body exploded in orgasm again and she passed out.
“I just love a good pain slut,” commented Robin as Innocence hung limply on the cross.
“Yeah,” said Kaitlin. “I never knew that about her.”
“It looks like she’s a natural black collar,” said Jillian as she pulled her very wet hand out of the captive’s body.
“I guess so,” agreed Kaitlin.
The rest of the party was humiliating but the incident with the needles turned out to be the worst part of the evening. She was removed from the cross when she reawakened and turned so she was facing it. She was fucked in the pussy by two of the males. One of the girls used a strap-on to fuck her and one of the guys fucked her ass. Between fucks, her bottom was paddled once and her back was whipped. She continued to howl out garbled protests around her gag as her body was abused. The only saving grace about that part of the evening was that she did not have to look at her abusers. Instead, she looked at Kaitlin who stood in front of her and smiled as she watched her girl being enjoyed by the others, occasionally toying with the ripe breasts of her slave.
After her ordeal on the cross, she was secured to another cross, although this one was horizontal and could be rotated. Nipple clamps were placed on her sensitive little buds, causing her to howl again. And then she was fucked. She lost track of how many cocks and dildos were plunged into her body and even some of the male subs were allowed to enjoy her body. She also lost track of the number of times she climaxed but knew it had to be more than a dozen.
The party finally broke up at about two o’clock in the morning. Kaitlin secured the cape on her and bound her arms again in the leather straps. Then she was returned home and released from all of her bindings. She slept the night with Kaitlin, spooned up against her young owner’s back.
To be continued
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