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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
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Story Codes: M/F, FM/F, FemDom, BDSM, Spank (breast), Cheat, Rom


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.16 : Requite



"What a messy slave." I clucked my tongue, but only barely.

Mostly I was trying to catch my breath as Katrina worked her tongue
deep into the hot confines of my well-spermed cunt. Daddy had loosened
me up good and now gravity and Katrina's hungry mouth were working
hard to remove his incestuous load.

I lifted my ass slightly, enough so that Peter could film long
clinging dollops of cum dripping out of me and into Katrina's mouth.
She'd always been an exceptional pussy licker, but this was really
special the way she was working my cunt so eagerly. I'd intended it as
something of a tease, a bit of a punishment even, as I'd felt certain
my beautiful lesbian slave wouldn't enjoy swallowing a man's orgasm.
Perhaps Katrina's pleasure simply came from the fact that she was
doing it for me. Knowing her the way I did, that idea wasn't so very
far fetched.

She was a real mess too, covered with a variety of food and condiments
from mom's refrigerator. That my mother had helped make that mess was
surprising, but only because mom had sort of a fetish for keeping her
kitchen neat and clean. It was anything but that for the moment, and
Katrina...Her luscious firm tits were covered with whipped cream, warm
and runny now from her own body heat, so that it was thin and watery
around the edges.

Her taut belly was stained red from a small jar of maraschino
cherries. One of them was still lodged in her belly button and I
thought my mother had been eating them that way. Katrina's pussy had
been fucked with a banana, I'd seen that myself, and a cucumber I was
reasonably sure, not to mention a large dill pickle or two. Who knows
what else the girl had taken there, probably not even Katrina herself.

At the moment though Katrina was taking my brother's big cock, just as
I'd promised her. I'd tied her down to my mother's kitchen table and I
was going to keep her that way, letting any of my other slaves fuck
her whenever they felt like it. Jim and my dad especially, and Peter
too, although he'd have to wear a condom. He wouldn't mind though,
he'd lusted after Katrina since the first time he'd seen her, which
wasn't unlike so many other men we knew. Katrina could provoke desire
with just a smile and Peter had gotten much more than that from the
girl.

It was nice watching my slave get fucked, especially by my Slave-
Brother, who had a cock worth taking pictures of. It was big, almost
ten inches long and thick like my wrist. Katrina was feeling it inside
her, writhing beneath us, straining at the nylon rope binding her to
the table. She couldn't help but struggle against that huge cock as it
split her sex repeatedly.

Of course the big red buttplug in her ass, so recently lubricated with
grape jelly, didn't make Jim's cock feel any smaller either. Katrina
was seriously stuffed now and if it wasn't exactly how I'd imagined
getting her pregnant, it would at least be effective, I hoped.

"Uh, hello..." Cheryl blinked at Peter, who was getting some nice close-
up video of Katrina's smooth pussy being stretched around Jim's cock.

Or perhaps she was just surprised by the whole scene, it was a little
hard to tell, but Cheryl wasn't feeling shy anyway. She stood there
wearing nothing but her big black strapon dildo, the one she'd used to
fuck her husband with, and it looked good on her, I had to admit. But
Cheryl was pretty cute anyway, rather small with her auburn hair and
hazel green eyes, and knowing she was 8 weeks pregnant just made her
completely beautiful.

"Hi...Could you give that thing a little rub for me?" Peter turned the
camera on Cheryl and the woman stared at him for a moment and then
laughed, grabbing her cock and stroking it lewdly.

"Cheryl, this is Peter...My photographer." I pushed my cunt down on
Katrina's mouth, grinding myself against her face nicely. "I had him
come up from Vegas to get some pics for the web site."

"Am I going to be on the internet?" Cheryl posed for the camera and
she seemed to enjoy it a lot.

"Do you want to be?" I asked her.

"I don't know...Someone might see me."

"Let me see your ass, honey..." Peter told Cheryl and that was him all
over, once he had a camera in his hands he thought he was God.

"Everyone will see you." I giggled, reaching down to grab Katrina's
tits. I'd been trying to resist them but it was hard, they looked so
yummy.

Cheryl turned for the camera, smiling over her shoulder and bending
over, tugging at the wide straps of her dildo, even spreading her ass
with both hands so Peter could get close and take some nice shots of
her little brown asshole.

"You're fuckin hot...Stick a finger in your ass...Suck it first, get it
wet...Yeah...Everybody wants to fuck you, baby...Keep going...Just finger your
ass...I'm getting it..."

Cheryl was giggling and doing everything and anything Peter wanted her
to and it was love at first sight, I thought. Between Cheryl and the
camera, I mean. She really got into it. I tolerated being
photographed, and Katrina enjoyed the intimacy of it, but Cheryl...She
was fucking that camera, and I'd known a few models who were into
that. The nastier they got the hotter it was for them and I never knew
what it was that had them so turned on by it. Maybe it was the
attention, or knowing they were caught forever, or perhaps it was just
the idea that thousands of people would see her just like that,
lusting and loving her, masturbating to her photographs.

"I'm going to cum...Jesus, she's so tight in there..." Jim was fucking
Katrina hard, staring at his cock as it moved in and out of the girl,
pulling her smallish cunt lips out and then shoving them inside as
they clung to the shaft.

"Yeah...Cum inside her, slave...fuck her good..." I breathed, feeling my own
orgasm coming any moment.

Katrina was moaning beneath me, her mouth barely working now as she
fought for air beneath my juicing cunt. I squeezed her tits roughly,
digging my fingers into her hot cream covered breasts and pushing and
pulling at them in time with my brother's deep thrusts. I was rolling
my hips, fucking Katrina's face and Peter let Cheryl go for the moment
so he could capture Jim's orgasm...Except there wasn't going to be a
money shot. Jim was going to be nice and deep, his swollen cockhead
stretching the soft bottleneck of Katrina's cervix when he came.

"Oh fuck Yesssss...." My brother jammed his cock as far inside the girl
as he could and groaned loudly, and we all knew he was cumming hard.

Katrina moaned and the muscles in her arms and legs grew tight as she
strained against her bonds. She could feel him, I hoped, feel that
sweet baby-making sperm flooding her womb and I was cumming too. My
body shook and I gasped with pleasure, feeling my cunt collapse upon
the emptiness inside, pouring my orgasm onto Katrina's face and I
moved myself around frantically, rubbing my pussy all over the girl's
mouth and cheeks and nose. It was a good cum, a warm pleasant little
climax while I stared at Katrina's tight tummy, imagining Jim's cock
way up inside her.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Over here, assume your position, Slave-Brother." I pointed to a spot
on the kitchen floor, out of the way and my brother obeyed me quickly.

He was turning out to be a pretty good slave and I thought that with a
few weeks or maybe a month of dedicated training he'd be a genuine
submissive, even if Jim's limits were rather soft for my tastes. But
even that was okay because it left him with a lot of room to grow.

Slave-Brother's position, as he well remembered, was on his knees with
his back straight and head up, and his hands on top of his head,
fingers laced and elbows straight, his shoulders back. His cock was
hard again, not quite so painfully stiff as it had been earlier, but
hard enough to please me. I gave it a playful slap and told him to
stay there, I'd let him watch what was going on as a reward for
fucking Katrina so good.

I'd checked Katrina's ropes as soon as I'd recovered from my orgasms.
She'd eaten my cunt nicely, as she always did, and had even managed to
dig most of my dad's sperm out of my cunt, although not all of it
certainly. He'd planted me with healthy load of potent seed and I had
to wonder briefly about what we might have done. But there was little
enough I could do about it just then and I'd be dripping his
incestuous seed for a while yet, probably until I could get a real
shower. But that would have to wait.

My parents still weren't back yet and I suspected that either they
were having a good talk about what was going on in their kitchen, my
mom trying to convince my father it was okay for the one day, or the
weekend maybe; or else Daddy was fucking her and that was a pleasant
thought. My mom had gotten warmed up playing with Katrina, she'd be
into some good hard cock right about then, even if I'd rather my dad
saved his sperm for Katrina's womb.

And Cheryl was getting off with Peter and that was probably the
biggest surprise, seeing my cute, pregnant, and once reserved sister-
in-law posing like a seriously nasty porn slut. She was fucking
herself slowly, letting Peter not only capture her splayed pussy, but
the look of genuine pleasure on Cheryl's face. Maybe I'd find a good
one and have Amy spam the newsgroups with it. Not that we liked to
spam anyone really, that crap was for loser sites and trolls, but it
would get me off knowing Cheryl's picture was all over the
internet...And she'd never get it back. But I wouldn't do that really,
at least not without her written consent first.

"Why don't you get some pictures of her sucking cock?" I chuckled,
speaking to Peter. "You have her doing everything else."

"You want me to suck his cock, Mistress?" Cheryl smiled at me and
Peter actually lowered his camera for a second, which was hard to make
him do.

"Yes, slave." I nodded. "Over here, in front of your husband. Suck him
off, I want to see your face painted."

Heh." Peter grinned at me. "You're teasing me?"

"Me?" I laughed. "You know me better than that, come on. Just get some
good shots of her with her lips around your dick."

I'd actually intended to get Cheryl sucking Jim's cock, sort of
forcing the woman to give her husband a little love, since she'd given
him enough punishment already. A little carrot was always good after a
lot of stick, but this would work too. Peter was clean and hard and
Cheryl was more than eager. It would be fun seeing Cheryl sucking a
strange cock in front of my brother.

"Get some raincoat shots...Now I'm a real pornographer!" Peter was
giggling like a schoolboy as he stood just a few feet in front of my
brother, who kept his position and just stared as his pregnant wife
got on her knees for a man she'd just met.

"Raincoater's point of view?" I smiled, moving to the suitcase and
looking through it. "Is that what it's called?"

Peter didn't hear me though; he was busy shooting pictures of Cheryl
working to free his penis. It was a nice one too. Longer than average,
a healthy seven inches probably, and fat like my brother's. Cheryl
would have a good time trying to choke that down and I wondered if she
was any good at that sort of thing. I'd never seen her suck a cock
before.

"Eyes up...Up here, Cheryl...Fuck, I love you..." Peter was nodding, just
barely, trying to keep his camera on Cheryl's face as she licked his
big cock slowly. "...Jesus...Wear my cock now, just put it on your face...
That's it...Smile...Marry me, Cheryl...Roll your eyes, all around slow...We'll
live with my parents...Open up...Wider...Tongue down, let me see...Yeah..."

"Ohhhh...Look what I found." I said to Katrina, holding up a large zip
bag lock full of clamps and clips and chains. "You just couldn't
decide, huh?"

"Mmmm..." She smiled at me. "...They're all so pretty, Mistress."

Katrina was practically purring, my beautiful slave spread eagle on
mom's kitchen table. Her body stained with food, her face shiny with
my juices. Sperm ran from her gaping pink sex like thin melted ice
cream and her asshole was stuffed with that plug. She was so perfect I
wanted to make her cry.

I grabbed a dishtowel out of my mom's kitchen cabinet, she'd been
keeping them in the same drawer for twenty years, and I wiped the
whipped cream off Katrina's nipples, dabbing at them like I was
particular about her mess, and she was grinning at me.

It was a big baggy the girl had filled and only a real S/m enthusiast
would ever call those devices beautiful, but that's what they were. I
emptied it out in a pile of loose metal, because they were all steel.
Most of the clamps were spring tension, others were ratcheted, and
some were wound and bent, single piece clamps. Some were fixed with
chains of differing lengths, many of them had sharp teeth, like
alligator clips, other's were flat like bulldogs. They all had their
uses, and most of them more than one.

I found the particular things I wanted easily enough, but shook my
head with frustration as I had to work the chains free of a dozen
other clamps.

"This is why we keep them separated, slave." I frowned at Katrina and
she tried to look contrite. "Interrupting a perfectly good scene
because I have to sort all this...Crap..."

"Sorry, Mistress." Katrina apologized.

"You should be." I nodded. "You will be."

I had what I wanted now and I didn't have to explain what I was dong,
Katrina knew exactly what I was holding and why. It was actually three
clamps, two smaller, sharp toothed spring clips on either end of a
twelve inch chain. That chain was threaded through another, larger
spring clamp, this one like a bulldog clip. It had wide, paddle-like
jaws which resembled half-moons, and it was very sturdy and quite
strong.

I clamped Katrina's nipples quickly and easily, since they were hard
and about as long as they ever got by themselves. If I'd wanted to I
might have used her rings, but they were gold and not very strong, for
games like this we normally exchanged them for surgical steel rings.
Clamps worked just as well though, and they had the added benefit of
pain, although it was just as much psychological as it was physical in
most instances. Katrina certainly didn't mind them.

"Give me your tongue, slave." I yanked Katrina's tits hard with that
chain now connected between them.

She took a little breath and did as she was told, staring at my face
as Katrina extended her soft pink tongue. I always enjoyed clamping
the girl's tongue for some reason, I'm not sure why. There had to be
some sort of symbolism to it. I could have chained her tits to her
collar easily enough, but clamping her tongue...I liked it a lot. I made
sure the clamp was in the correct position, because the tongue is a
pretty tough little muscle, but like any other part of the human body
it does have its strengths and weaknesses.

"Okay?" I smiled at Katrina, thinking she looked quite lovely like
that.

Her tits pulled hard on the clamp holding her tongue, because that
chain wasn't long at all, not for that purpose. Katrina lifted her
head, as if that might ease the tension, but it helped only slightly.
Her tongue was pressed flat and being stretched with what I understood
to be more of a dull ache than any sort of sharp pain, but I'd never
had my tongue clamped. When her neck grew tired and Katrina lowered
her head to the table, the chain would pull against her tongue and
nipples even more, tugging her breasts up so that the soft pale
undersides were exposed more plainly.

That was why I was getting my riding crop from the suitcase.

"...What a fucking slut...Mouth my balls you whore...Look at me...Look up
here, bitch!"

Peter was holding the back of Cheryl's head, his fingers deep in her
auburn hair, holding her mouth to his testicles while his hard
dripping cock rode back and forth over her pretty face. He had his
trousers down around his ankles, showing off his pale hairy legs and a
rather cute ass actually, I'd never noticed before, but Peter had some
nice hard buns. He was still snapping away at her with his camera too,
capturing more memories for us all to enjoy later.

"Finding your Dominant streak, Peter?" I grinned at him. "I had no
idea."

"Jesus, Susan...I want to take this girl home with me." He smiled and he
looked almost serious. "...I mean it, I'm in love."

"Hear that, Slave-Brother?" I stepped close, having time enough while
I let those clamps work on Katrina.

"Yes, Mistress." Jim was watching his new bride of less than six
months, his pregnant wife, take Peter's balls in her mouth, moaning
around them as she ran her hand up and down the back of the man's
thighs.

SLAP

I whipped Jim's cock, but only lightly, enough to get his attention on
me where it belonged.

"Mistress?" He gasped, looking up at me with his eyes, but keeping his
head straight.

"I'm going to play with Katrina's tits, slave." I played the leather
loop of my crop across my brother's firm chest. "I want you to clean
her up while I do it."

"Yes Mistress." He nodded.

"Crawl over there, don't get up, and get your mouth on her cunt." I
slapped his body gently with the crop. "You made the mess, so you get
to clean it up."

"B-But...Yes Mistress."

He blinked at me and reddened, realizing immediately that I was going
to have him sucking his own sperm out of Katrina's pussy. He might not
like it, but that was okay, it wouldn't hurt him to find out what he
tasted like. A lot of subbies learned to like that sort of thing.

"Why don't you just fuck her, Peter?" I laughed. "Got any condoms?"

"Uhh...Shit, I'm clean Susan." He smiled at me. "You know that."

I did know that, since I had him tested every month and that was just
a routine thing. Not that I'd ever expected to have sex with him, but
simply because we required all our employees to be clean as part of
our health plan. Nevada was a great state for entertainers, there were
HMO's dedicated to escorts and prostitutes. Of course our plan really
applied only to Katrina, myself, and our models, in a practical sense,
but by definition it included Kristine and Amy as well.

Even though they'd never been involved in the physical aspects of our
business, Kristine and Amy were employees, and so was our
photographer, Peter, employed by contract and he didn't mind. It was
good to be checked every month and we even got him enrolled on our
group dental plan. He'd probably become a partner in a year or two
anyway, maybe sooner than that as we'd all become rather fond of the
man and it would actually be cost effective, according to Kristine,
and she would know.

"Do you want Peter to fuck you, Slave-Sister?" I asked Cheryl.

"Ummph-Mmmphhh..." She was nodding, or so it seemed to me.

"I'll take that as a yes." Peter nodded.

"Don't spoil her, Peter." I grinned at him.

"She knows she's a whore." Peter laughed. "Let me see your face...Open
your mouth..."

I watched as Peter held Cheryl's red face in his hand, and she opened
her wet mouth wide as he let a large wad of spittle drop from his
mouth into hers, the silvery strand connecting them for a moment as
she swallowed his saliva eagerly. And then he was kissing her, his
tongue pressing between Cheryl's lips as Peter bent over, gripping her
face tightly. And she was kissing him back, eagerly in fact, and I
didn't think Cheryl cared very much about her wedding vows at that
moment.

It occurred to me that as much as Jim wanted a Dominant wife, Cheryl
might have been looking for a Dominant husband. She could have been
testing Jim, wanting him to put her in her place, so to speak. She'd
gotten angry about his cheating and maybe looked for Jim to tell her
that he not only fucked around, but he liked it, and Cheryl was not
only going to accept it, she was going to watch next time...While my
brother had only wanted to be caught, punished, and forgiven for it.

I couldn't know exactly what was going on, the two of them definitely
had some issues though, and I was beginning to think they were more
than a little mismatched, however much I wished the opposite were
true. Seeing Peter, who wasn't a real Dom at all, topping Cheryl so
easily, it was almost shocking. The woman was into it, being verbally
abused especially and Peter had figured that out quickly.

My brother and his wife were a real puzzle.

"Have fun." I giggled and I left the two of them, but only moving a
dozen feet to the other side of mom's big kitchen.

"Get your mouth in there, slave." I pushed my brother's face against
the raw soggy mess of Katrina's cunt, making her moan with a cute
bleating sound reminiscent of a lamb. Having the tongue stretched
painfully tended to do that. It's almost as effective as a real gag.

Jim had been more or less looking at my lover's sex, kissing around it
like he was afraid to get his tongue dirty with his own sperm. I held
his mouth against her hole and kept him there, telling Jim I'd
suffocate him if he didn't get his tongue inside Katrina's dirty cunt
and start digging out cum.

He wasn't bound of course, the only thing really making him do it were
his twin desires to be humiliated and to please me. That was all the
motivation he needed and I let him go as I saw his mouth working
finally and I stared at him, slapping his ass with my crop, until I
was satisfied that he was swallowing his own cum.

It was good for Katrina obviously; she worked her ass off the table,
trying to grind her pussy to Jim's mouth and succeeding somewhat. I'd
left her plenty of slack in her bondage so that she had at least
enough freedom to fuck her new brother's tongue.

"Do we really need to count, Katrina?" I asked her, having moved to
stand close to her exposed breasts.

"Nhhmmm..." She shook her head slightly, watching the crop caress her
tits with wide blue eyes. It had been to long since we'd played
anything too hard and we both wanted it desperately.

"No." I smiled. "I'll whip your tits until I'm happy, okay? Do you
want me to be happy?"

"Uhnnn-mmmph." She nodded carefully, making a sweet whimpering sound
as the clamps were strained by even that small motion.

Her tongue was darker now and it had been clamped a good ten minutes,
but I could leave it for ten more easily before I took it off and let
blood flow back into the starving tissue. That would be a pain of a
different sort. The clips on her nipples were small, but strong, and
they'd bitten deep, drawing tiny beads of blood. They were swelling
too, growing ruby red, and I played the leather of my crop across them
for a minute.

"Don't close your eyes Katrina." I smiled at her and she took a deep
breath, so that her breasts seemed to swell even more, just for me.

SLAP!!

I brought the crop down on her left tight, as much horizontally as
vertically, so that I caught the soft underside of it hard. My slave
went tense and a guttural groan escaped heavily from her lungs,
muffled somewhat by the oddity of her clamped tongue.

SLAP!!

I caught the other breast, with similar results, making Katrina writhe
with pain. I was whipping her breasts hard, much harder than I'd ever
do it with anyone else. This was not the fun and games I'd
demonstrated earlier, but something calculated to be brutal. Katrina
had been pushing her limits for a very long time and they exceeded my
own; this was about as rough as I would ever get with her.

SLAP!!

The sound of the crop whistling briefly through the air is always a
pleasant one and the sound of Katrina's flesh yielding was a sharp
slapping sound. Katrina's body jerked and the table beneath her
groaned as her legs and arms fought the ropes holding her in place.

SLAP!!

I was striking her slowly, methodically; one breast and then the other
so that she could anticipate the blows, concentrate on each one
individually and savor the immediacy of it. The explosion of pain that
lingered long after I'd cocked my arm for another.

SLAP!!

Katrina had welts now, long red lines of pain rising from her milky
flesh. They were hot and blistered and already the skin around them
was becoming discolored with the small bruising that was unavoidable.
She'd wear these marks for a week probably, perhaps longer although
Katrina was always a fast healer and I would attend to her carefully.

SLAP!!

I laid another...She was breathing hard, flushed red all over and
staring at me through lidded eyes. She wanted it, more and more and
she was close to where she wanted to be, depending on me to bring her
there. This was trust of a sort we could never share with another
living soul.

SLAP!!

And another, and more after that. I grew hot and sweating, as much
from the emotional excitement as anything physical on my part. My
exertions were more mental, forcing myself be patient, to count slowly
to ten between every stroke, ensuring that I'd give Katrina time to
recover and prepare, but not so much as to bore the girl. I'd count
and let out a breath slowly and bring my crop down hard so that it
struck the spot I'd selected.

SLAP!!

It's an art form, using a crop, or a switch, or any other tool of such
kind. I was painting Katrina with it, creating a masterpiece if you
will, but only in our hearts and heads. The ribbons of pain that now
criss-crossed her beautiful and once immaculate breasts were
attractive to me, and would be to Katrina once she examined them, but
the real truth of it was inside us. That connection we shared as I
whipped her tits not with cruelty, but only love in its purest form.

SLAP!!

I had no idea how many strokes I'd given Katrina, but I could count
them still if I wanted. They were in my memory, each of them, the way
a chess player can replay a game moments, or even hours after it's
finished, I could recall every stroke of my crop on Katrina's tits.
But I didn't want to know, it was unimportant as I knew well enough
how much I was willing to give, and it was ever less than she was
willing to receive. Katrina was limp now, weak and breathing hard with
a rasping sound in her throat. She'd been screaming, in her own
fashion, moaning you might think, and her mouth was dry.

"Get a glass of water..." I pushed at my brother who had stopped licking
Katrina's cunt some while before and had merely watched us.

I unclamped her tongue, stroking Katrina's face and her eyes were
glassy and Katrina moved her tongue only slightly, the corners of her
mouth turning upward as she focused slowly on me.

My brother hurried with the water, moving past his wife who was on her
hands and knees, getting fucked hard now by Peter. The sounds of their
bodies slapping together, their breathing, filling the kitchen.

I lifted Katrina's head and held the glass to her mouth, more or less
pouring just a little across her swollen tongue. I told Jim to untie
her and then we'd bring Katrina upstairs where I'd bathe her gently,
washing and soothing her, loving her as she came down from our little
scene.

"Mistress." The word was barely understandable, but she was smiling
now, the water reviving her, the endorphins wearing off, the
adrenaline thinning in Katrina's blood.

She would feel the pain again soon, but for the moment Katrina was
beyond it, in the place she'd wanted to go. It was the best high in
the world, better than any drug or drink, better than any of my
kisses. For whatever reason only pain could take her there and she
would thank me for it later.

I'd found my own enjoyment in whipping her, in serving as her Top,
being somewhat sadistic in my pleasures. I'd gotten my reward already,
but Katrina would want to spoil me just the same, because that's what
slaves do for the Mistress they love. And of course I'd spoil Katrina
obscenely, because I was irresponsibly selfish when it came to
pleasing her. She'd taken the crop and it would be some time before
we'd play heavy again, do something else that would leave lasting
marks on her body. And in between I'd make love to her, play at scenes
which were sensual more than painful, tormenting her mentally more
than physically.

We stayed there for a few minutes, while Katrina drank her water
slowly, stretching her limbs weakly, and watching as Peter and Cheryl
made love in front of her husband. I had Jim in his proper position,
close by so he could observe his new wife and how much she loved to
fuck other men.

Cheryl was on her back now, on that messy floor with her legs over
Peter's shoulders and she was urging him to fuck her deep. To fill her
married cunt with sperm. She promised Jim that he could clean her up
afterwards and I wondered if Cheryl intended to cuckold the man. I
didn't think Jim would be willing to go that far, but I could have
been wrong. His cock was hard again, strong and stiffly at attention
as his wife grunted and groaned beneath Peter's rapidly thrusting
cock.

He'd cum once already, or so Cheryl was saying breathlessly. Telling
Jim how good it had felt to have another man's sperm inside her belly.
Cheryl's only regret was that she was already pregnant, but only
because she wanted to feel that emotional peak of being impregnated by
a stranger while her husband watched. I was sure she was just teasing
though, but still, it was impossible for me to know for certain. If
she was serious I'm sure Peter wouldn't mind giving her a baby
someday, or my dad for that matter. He just needed a little push, but
once he was going...

Yeah, I'd have Cheryl fucking my father before the night was through,
and Jim would fuck me. Katrina and her womb would just have to share.
I wanted everything all at once, which was ever one of my faults.
Daddy would fuck his daughter-in-law, Jim would fuck me, and Peter
could try my mother's cunt on for size, which seemed a terribly nasty
thought and I smiled at it.

I'd whip her too, my dear mother. I'd give her the same as I'd given
Katrina, clamping her tongue and tits, whipping the breasts that I'd
nursed from. She'd appreciate it; I knew that much about my mom. She
was longing to try something serious. I'd have to tie her down too,
and give her something to hold, a red scarf perhaps, so she could drop
it if she needed to safe out.

Katrina and I knew each other well, but my mom was still learning, and
I was learning about her, so we'd play strictly within the rules. And
that was a pleasure all its own, being my mother's teacher after so
many years of learning from her. I was going to be a very busy
Mistress sorting all of these things out, keeping all my new slaves
busy and happy. It wasn't going to be easy, or even enjoyable all of
the time, but it would be worth it in the end, and I was always up for
a challenge.



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