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Be Careful What You Wish For
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email <a
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Story codes: MF, MFF, FF, Ff, MFf, mf, Exhib, reluctant, cons,
best.

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. 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. 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 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 our conversations had been very one sided. She
would say all of the appropriate things to keep me talking, but
revealed very little about herself. She was 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. 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. They
insisted that they loved having her around and she enjoyed being
there. I didn't want to say anything, but 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 Lynn 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. 

Steve and Kevin were out today and Lynn 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 find out 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. In the realm of fantasy though, in the safety of my own
home, 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.

Still, the question shocked me. 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. My new neighbors 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 each 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 either of
them.

It isn't that they weren't attractive, or charming. I just had
too much baggage of my own I suppose. I 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. 

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. 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.
Instead, 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. 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. The embarrassing thing was that 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 that
way. I was being raped for Christ's sake! I had my eyes closed,
unable to look at him as he undressed me. 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. 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. I had never had oral sex. Fourteen year old
boys don't eat pussy. Or at least they didn't when I was
fourteen.

It wasn't just that I was now so totally exposed to a man for the
first time. I was also ashamed because of 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's 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're 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. I was
very surprised when it didn't. I felt full, stretched, but I also
felt taken. It embarrassed me that 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. God it felt
great!

The entire time that I lay there and he slowly worked his cock
into me, when I looked up there was that arrogant face looking
down at me. It made me so mad that I couldn't control myself. 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. That was when it got confusing. Because if I stayed I would
be consenting, he wouldn't be raping me. 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.

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. She frequently steered the discussion
towards sex. I had bared my soul to her on more than one
occasion, but I am positive that I never once told her about my
fantasies. 

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. I didn't though. 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. We haven't had a submissive to serve us 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 shoulders 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. Even with all of the nasty
stories I had read, I had never even considered this 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. 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. It never
even occurred to me to resist.

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.
I found myself reacting the same way to her that I did to him. I
got turned on. Except this time I didn't hide it. 

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 that 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. 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. I obeyed instantly though. I nervously slid my panties
down and off and I bent down and picked up my shorts and
underwear and held them in my hand.

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. As I gazed down the
meaning of her words suddenly sank in. I suddenly realized 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. Of course I never thought that I
would be having sex with Carol either. Now I realized that I
wasn't just surrendering to her, I was surrendering to both of
them, and I didn'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 dime. 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 that I could smell her arousal! I couldn't help
myself though. I stared in awe as I slid her panties down and she
stepped out of them 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.

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. I even loved it when she pulled my hair.
She was swearing now and calling me names, nasty names. That 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. I seriously doubted that it
would be possible to top this one, which just goes to prove how
nave I was.

Carol finally rolled off of me and we both lay there gasping for
breath. She waited until her breathing returned to normal and
then she stood up. I watched her as she began to slowly put her
clothes back on. I sat up and struggled to my feet and waited for
her to dress. 

Once she had dressed she stood in front of me and looked down as
though lost in thought. She said, "There is something missing."

She stared at me for a moment and then turned and moved to her
closet and came out a moment later and placed a thick, one and a
half inch wide, studded black and chrome collar around my neck.
She stepped back and when she saw it she smiled. 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 came
home.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen to
get my clothes 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. More
importantly, don't you ever again 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. 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. 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 quickly
crossed the room and stood in front of me looking 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. She wasn't half bad, 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? 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. 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.

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. Once 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.

I could see Carol watching though, 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. I thought it likely that I was not the first woman
that they had used together. I couldn't help wondering 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 at 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 again 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. 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. 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 it was turning me on so much that 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.
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. It wasn't that bad though. 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 that he was 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. Then
you can suck me off."

Carol got up as I began to comply with Steve's commands. I
followed his instructions, concentrating completely 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. I couldn't
move though. He had a firm grip on my hair. As I struggled, 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.
Carol had been right though. 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 me kneeling at his feet was apparently
too much for Steve and he began to speed 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. 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. 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. 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 press her untouched pussy against his mouth
and she moaned in pleasure as he teased her 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. 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. 

My baby looked so small lying under Steve. But she was moaning
and panting like a full grown woman when she wrapped her arms
around Steve's neck and started begging him to fuck her. 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. Then she relaxed and took a deep breath. She didn't
relax for long though. 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 whom. 

I was starting to have 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.
Thankfully I had enough presence of mind not to try to move away
or refuse. He started slapping my ass and telling me to 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 again 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 tight little pussy.

She had it worse. She had to lick my juices from pussy. That part
wasn't so bad, 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 as slaves.

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. I was embarrassed all
over again, because I knew that I was shivering more from
excitement than fear. Many of the things that Carol was telling
me I would have to do were reminiscent of the stories I read on
the internet. It was like I was being sucked right into one of
them! I was unable to judge Lynn's reaction, but I had the
impression that she was trying very hard to hide how excited she
was.

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. 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. 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's cock and balls.

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 was 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. Apparently red hair is enough of an oddity
that it amuses them to keep it around.

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 man 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 pizzas 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. Lynn didn't wait
for his response. She stepped forward and dropped to her knees in
front of him. She rubbed the bulge in his pants for a moment or
two 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. He was also at least 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 knew that she was telling me to join them.

I set the pizzas down and moved closer. I took the man's hand and
placed it on one of my breasts. 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. I knew the difference though, I felt the
collar around my neck and I was constantly aware of my new
status, our new status. It 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. 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 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 than washed. When he had finished sliding his soapy
hands over my body I washed him just as thoroughly. 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. He seemed very mature for his age though
and he certainly knew what he wanted. He didn't seem hesitant at
all about ordering around and sexually abusing an adult female.

 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.
I was thankful that 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. I had to
admit to myself though that 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. 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. It should
have, but I had swallowed so much cum from so many places already
today that I really wasn't that upset about it. I wouldn't have
done it of my own volition. But it wasn't as gross as some of the
other things that I had done today.

I did have one request 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 it looked like he was going to
say no. He probably liked the idea of making me spend the night
with the taste of his cum in my mouth. 

He seemed to reconsider after thinking about it though. He
probably thought about how bad my breath would be. He said, "You
have fifteen minutes. If you aren't back in that time you will
regret it. 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. I had to do it though. I had put my mouth
in some pretty nasty places this evening, and had some pretty
nasty things put in my mouth. 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
wasn't locked. 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
both 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 in bed 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 further 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 it 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. Not as
Master and slave, I want to talk as friends. 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. I
nodded my assent, but not without reservations. 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. He hesitated briefly and then 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. It was a long time
ago and I was too young to even know it. At least 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! I can't help wondering
though, 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. I told him that, although I had
the fantasies, 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," I said, "when I am being
used and degraded I hate it. I am embarrassed and humiliated but
for some reason those things excite 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. 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. It is different with my daughter though. I feel guilty
for allowing you to use her 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. Whatever it is though, they saw it
in Lynn too. They started undressing her not long after she
started coming over here to use the pool in the evening and
making her swim nude and wait on us in the nude. 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. 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. 

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 me and Lynn 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. Her dresses were shorter than
mine though, 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 halter 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. I was also 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 Lynn's 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 narrow 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 even sexier outer
wear. 

We went inside and everywhere I looked I saw beautiful, stylish,
but very revealing clothing. 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. Most of the tops were sheer or semi-sheer. To go
with them we were handed tiny little skirts and finally an armful
of 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 on an empty rack near the changing rooms. There were
more customers in the store now. 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. He took his time
and 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.
As I watched though, 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
from the crowd and handed him a few tissues 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 had done earlier. I
watched as he stepped up to her, placed his hand on her ass and
then rubbed the tissue enthusiastically 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 being
displayed on the counter. 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 had
really 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 when Steve knocked. 

Steve 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 outside. 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 unattractive 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. I didn't say anything though, I
didn't dare. 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. You don't have to be able to see to suck a
cock though. 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. My relief was short lived
though. The ugly biker raping my mouth had 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 though, was that 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 eyelash tweezers down on my nipple and
forcefully stuck his needle right through me. I passed out for a
moment. When I regained consciousness I had rings in both of my
nipples and they hurt like hell. When I saw that both nipples now
had rings in them I was grateful that 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 such
a long way. 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 that 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 over
her clit. 

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 everyone
and 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. I knew that I had to eat though,
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. 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 next door
neighbors, my new Masters. How on earth could I possibly wear
those things to work?! I had worked hard and 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? 

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 now.
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. Worst
of all, 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 anytime soon.

"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. I just 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. 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. 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. She said that 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, from
being told that Steve was now my Master, or from being naked in
front of a man for the first time ever."

"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 and I doubt if I
was making any sense. 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. When I finished reading them
I brought them back and they gave me a half a dozen more. I can
still picture the drawings on the covers of naked girls being
tied up and gang raped and tortured. God they were exciting!"

"That is what I did for the next week and a half. I came home
from school and went to their house. I went in through the back
gate and 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. They wouldn't though. Steve insisted
that I would remain a virgin until you helped him take my cherry.
Every night after I went to bed I read one of those books and
masturbated like crazy 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. 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. When I
saw you doing everything that they told you to do it was so
damned hot. I was actually jealous."

"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. 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. Now that it's done though, 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. I can't wait to start wearing those sexy clothes and not
be allowed to keep my legs together. You just 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 about them by the end of
the day. They are all going to think that I am some kind of slut
too. And on Tuesdays I will be. There is no telling what kind of
perverted shit our new Masters have planned for us. Whatever it
is, I can't wait.""Carol said that they had a slave once
before," Lynn continued. "She was a teenager that had been
Kevin's babysitter. Kevin didn't know it at the time, 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 should never have allowed it to go
as far as it had. I knew I should put a stop to this. 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. 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 make my usual
stop at the break room to 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.
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 for the entire time they spent in my cubicle 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. I couldn't dwell on that now though and 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. 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 on the two occasions that she had to go up the stairs
for classes on the second floor. 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 and his friends were sophomores, but she knew
some of the guys that he was with, even if 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." In almost the same instant 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's 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. However, 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. I will make sure that he
is discreet, 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. On the other
hand, 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 so much," I said. "He said that he would remind Kevin that
he had to make sure no one in authority could know about you. 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.
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. Neither one
of us was able to concentrate though. 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,
the pictures were hot. I was disgusted 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. We sat there quietly for a long time,
there was nothing to say. We were both imagining what tomorrow
would be like.

We went to bed then. 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. Today would be worse, but not just because my
dress was more revealing. Today I was not allowed to keep my
knees together. I sat down in the chair in my bedroom and looked
down at my lap. With my knees 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. 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,
"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. 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 lifetime 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. I want you to get out of your cube instead of
getting other people to deliver files for you. And for Christ's
sake, 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 someone on the phone as Master. After he finally
managed to close his mouth and come into my cube to hand me the
file he had just finished with, I saw his eyes drawn to my lap
like a magnet. I glanced down and saw that, from where he was
standing he could see the tight little slit of my pussy. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he walked away. Not, however, before putting his fingers in
my mouth so that I could suck them clean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not on Tuesday," I told him.

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could only sit there and let them look. It was humiliating
because it was obvious that my pussy was on display. There was no
way that I could be doing this accidentally. So they had to think
that I wanted them to look at me like this. 

Only one other man had the nerve to do more than look though. He
was another of the older employees and I immediately suspected
that Gregg had let him in on my secret.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It hurt as the pressure was applied to my bruised clit. Before
that monster cock was even half way inside of me I felt stretched
almost beyond my body's capacity to expand. He was not about to
stop before he had it all the way in though. He wasn't unduly
rough, but he was persistent. I felt him forcing inch after inch
of that monster inside of me until he had most of it buried in my
pussy and once I relaxed a little, fuck it felt good! I had been
turned on all day and I really needed to be fucked right now. I
came before he had even gotten into a rhythm! I was bent over
getting fucked from behind by a huge black man that I had just
met and I was thinking, "Christ! It's just like one of those
stories that always get me so excited!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The afternoon started out as more of the same. Every guy within
reach grabbed my ass in the hall. The big difference came when I
was changing classes before my last class, the study hall they
put me in until I could go back to gym class. 

Two guys pulled me into the boy's room. They pushed me to the
floor, right in the middle of the fucking room with a room full
of boys all crowding around staring at us and I had to suck them
both off. They were both seniors, I don't know how they found out
about me. While I was sucking them off one of the guys tucked my
skirt into my waistband and I was half naked until I had sucked
them both off. Things are really getting weird at school. I don't
know what it's going to be like when I am a senior, if I last
that long.

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

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

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

A lot of the guys dropped by in the morning to see what I was
wearing and check out my pussy. It just seemed to tickle the hell
out of them that I would sit there and blush and let them look at
my pussy. Once everyone had gotten a good look though, they
seemed to settle down and we got down to work and things were
almost normal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really liked Kara. She was a couple of years older than me, and
she had always been a little wilder. At least wilder than my old,
conservative self. She had often tried to get me to loosen up and
go out and have fun. It was Kara that set me up with my two blind
dates. She was always on me about dressing less like a spinster,
her words, not mine. 

Kara and I had been close friends for a long time, despite out
different personalities. Now I was about to find out just how
much wild she could handle.

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

After another pause she asked, "His son?"

I nodded again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had undressed and I walked into the room and bent down and
lifted Lynn's face up and kissed her lips. It was meant to be
just a hello kiss, a mother-daughter sort of thing. It didn't
work out that way though. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I
dropped to my knees and we put our arms around each other and
kissed passionately while she had a huge orgasm. As she started
coming down off of her sex high I broke the kiss and kissed her
all over her face until Kevin finally pulled out of her. He stood
up and walked over to me and I sucked him clean without a
moment's hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No Master," she mumbled into my pussy.

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

It was amazing to watch. It made me wonder what I looked like
when it was happening to me. She was enjoying the hell out of it.
Although her nose kept bumping into my clit now and making me
uncomfortable, it still felt nice having her mouth on my pussy. 

I watched her as Steve fucked her and as she began to get closer
and closer to cumming I started to worry that I wouldn't get to
cum. But after Steve came in her pussy and made her suck him
clean he ordered her to finish me off. Wasn't that nice of him?

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

Kevin had taken over the camera and Carol sat down on my couch
and got comfortable. After I got my breath back, Carol ordered
all three of us to crawl across the room to where she was
sitting. 

We started across the room in a line, but Kevin stopped us and
handed the camera to Steve. Then he came over and lined us up so
that as we crawled across the room Lynn was in front, Kara was
next with her nose buried in Lynn's ass, and I was last, with my
nose buried in Kara's ass. I couldn't wait to see that video!

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

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

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

"Yes Master," I said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lynn was watching her and smiling, she understood too.

I turned to Lynn and asked her about school. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lynn and I cracked up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It turned out to be a very easy day. On the way home I learned
that Kara had been called to Steve's office and he had bent her
over his desk and fucked her. Other than that, she had had quite
a few of the men from the office come in to check out her newly
displayed pussy, but no one got carried away. 

The guys had gotten used to the fact that my pussy was always on
display and not nearly as many men stopped in to enjoy the view
today. I guess they were all down the hall checking out Kara.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While we were pleasing Carol, Kevin came over and sat on the side
of the bed and watched. I wondered what it would be like to see
your mother like that. I mean, I know that Lynn was seeing me
that way. I couldn't help but think that it must be different for
a boy to see his mother as a sexual person. I remember growing
up. My parents, at least to my mind, were completely asexual. Yet
it seemed like both Kevin and Lynn had easily accepted and very
much enjoyed their mothers' sexuality. 

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

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

After Carol left we went to bed and I don't know about the
others, but I was so glad that tomorrow was Friday. It had been a
long, exhausting week. I had nearly lost track of how many people
that I had sex with since Saturday. Poor Lynn must have no idea
at all. 

Kara was just getting started, but I am sure that the Crosbys
would find some way to bring her up to speed this weekend.

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

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

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

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

I headed for the elevator with Gregg following several paces
behind. We were alone in the elevator and he had his hands all
over me. He stood behind me and reached around and groped my
breasts while he rubbed his hard cock against my ass. It wasn't
until we were half way down to the garage that I remembered the
security cameras in the elevator. 

My first reaction was to pull away from Gregg. I realized that it
was too late for false modesty though, and I just looked up at
the camera and smiled and let Gregg have his fun. As I did I
thought about how drastic the change in me has been. 

But then, I thought, I haven't changed. I have just become a lot
more honest with myself about who I am. I was always a slut. I
just refused to allow my inner slut to come out. If I hadn't been
a slut then I would not have masturbated to those nasty stories
until my arms were about to fall off.

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

He got hard again very quickly and he turned me around and made
me kneel on the seat. He adjusted my position until he was able
to get lined up just right and he plowed his rejuvenated cock
into my welcoming pussy. I was glad now that I had sucked him off
because I couldn't suck a cock without getting turned on and I
really needed a good fuck. 

Well, to be honest, Gregg wasn't all that good. He was
enthusiastic. At this point I was more than willing to settle for
that. I managed to have a pretty good orgasm before he came again
and then I sucked him clean and used some tissue from his console
to clean myself up. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then we went to the barn. Kara undressed and was quickly strapped
down, just like we had been. In no time at all, one of the gang
of bikers that was gathered around watching had a cock in her
mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We all ordered burgers and beers and the waitress looked pretty
skeptically at Lynn and Kevin, but she didn't ask to see their
fake IDs. Soon we were all sipping on a beer and sitting there
feeling everyone watching us. Nobody bothered us though, and
after a couple of beers we all felt a little more at ease.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grinned and said, "Not a problem."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once it started it didn't stop. It just went on and on and they
didn't even seem to care that we were dripping with cum from all
of the men that were fucking us. All afternoon and much of the
evening cocks plunged into our throats and our pussies and from
time to time our assholes got taken as well. 

I don't know how many men fucked us, but a lot of them wanted to
fuck both of us. Doing a mother and daughter, especially as
pretty as us, that turned them on. There were probably more than
fifty men in that bar when we got there. I don't know how many
more came in as the gangbang progressed. I do know that a lot of
those men fucked both of us and I wouldn't be surprised if both
of us fucked and sucked more than fifty men that day. 

At first it was exciting. It was for the first hour or so anyway.
Then it started hurting. Our jaws and our pussies and after a
while our asses were all sore and getting more sore with every
fuck. But there was no stopping them. I'm pretty sure that they
were not going to listen if I were to say, "Excuse me, I don't
feel like it anymore. I have to go now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kara and Lynn came up at about the time I was finishing my shower
and they went through their new clothes and laid out an outfit
for tomorrow. I already knew what I was going to wear. Then we
went to bed. 

We had begun rotating the sleeping order so that a different
person was in the middle every night. To be honest, the novelty
was wearing off and I could see that before long we would be
going to our own beds at night. Or at least Lynn would. It might
be more comfortable for all of us with only two of us my bed. It
isn't like we did anything beyond a little cuddling now and
then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Every girl in school ignored her now, except to call her nasty
names. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your what?!" he exploded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lynn continued to do her homework while she ate and then Kara and
I cleaned up. We all finished at the same time and Lynn put her
books up and we all went upstairs to get ready.

Before we left the office to come home this afternoon, Steve had
called and suggested that our guests might find it more exciting
if Lynn were to dress in something a bit more demure, something
from her old, more conservative wardrobe, including some plain,
simple underwear. Make her look as young and innocent as
possible. Dirty old men like that. He also suggested that she
should act reluctant as they molested her. Not refuse them, but
not be quite so enthusiastic either.

In fact, he thought that it would be a good idea if all three of
us dressed and acted that way. 

Kara had most of her clothes in the spare bedroom. She never went
in there except to get something to wear, but my closet was too
full to share space. The three of us showered together and then
split up to find something to wear. I started with underwear and
it felt really strange to wear underwear again for the first time
in a week and a half. Later, when I had selected the dress I
would wear, to look down and see most of my thighs covered by
material, I actually felt overdressed.

I had worried about putting underwear on over my new rings, but
after a few minutes I hardly noticed. Well, no, that isn't true.
I was very aware of them, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Quite the
opposite, it was kind of pleasant.

We met downstairs and stood looking at each other and we were all
amused at the change in our appearance. It had only been a week
and a half, but we had already gotten used to our new slut
clothes, and the consequences of wearing them. We found the idea
of dressing down and teasing our Japanese friends kind of
exciting. But then, we knew very little about them. For all we
knew we could end up later tonight hanging upside down from a
ceiling and being whipped and beaten.

I kept that thought to myself.

We headed into the living room to sit down but the doorbell rang
before we could take a seat. It was the translator and we grabbed
our purses and followed him out to the stretch limo parked at the
curb.

He held the car door for us and then followed us into the back.
Lynn was seated between the two oldest gentlemen. You are going
to have to forgive me, but I never did get their names straight.
I am going to refer to them numerically, with number one being
the one that the others all deferred to. So Lynn was seated
between numbers one and two in the rearmost seat. I was seated
beside number three and Kara was seated beside number four. The
interpreter sat against the divider between us and the driver.

Through the interpreter, number one asked Lynn all about herself.
He wanted to know how old she was, what she was studying in
school, did she have a boyfriend. I was watching as he asked all
of his innocuous questions and his hand was on one of her knees
and number two was holding her other knee and their hands were
slowly working their way up her thighs. Lynn was squirming
around, trying to act uncomfortable, but not fighting them. 

Meanwhile, Kara and I were both receiving similar treatment. We
were also doing our best to act as though we were uncomfortable
at being forced to submit to such indignities.

Actually, it wasn't hard to act uncomfortable. They were all very
impatient, very rough. They had no sense of the sensual. It
suddenly occurred to me that they reminded me very much of a
group of teenage boys getting to first base for the first time.

It wasn't long before all three of us had our legs forced wide
apart and short, stubby fingers rubbing at the crotch panels of
our panties, but not for long. The car came to a stop and we all
got out in front of a Japanese restaurant.

We followed the gentlemen inside and I guess they were pretty
important people, judging by the way they were greeted at the
door. There were several people standing inside the door, all
bowing and being very obsequious. We were led down a quiet
hallway to a private dinning room decorated in what I assumed was
authentic Japanese style. There were no chairs. We had to sit on
cushions on the floor at a long low table.

Several young women came in wearing traditional Japanese dress
and we found ourselves sipping Saki. I had never tasted it before
and I was surprised at how good it was. Before long I would also
come to realize how potent it was.

I was never a big fan of oriental food. So I ate whatever our
companions ordered for us that evening. Most of the time I had no
idea what I was eating, but everything I had was very tasty. They
taught us how to use chop sticks and despite the language barrier
we laughed and joked and had a very good time. It didn't hurt
that it seemed like every time I turned around someone was
filling my glass with more of that delicious Saki.

So after a while, when the man beside me started undressing me, I
was way beyond feigning indignity or embarrassment. I giggled
like a school girl as my dress came off and I was soon sitting
there in my conservative bra and panties and everyone was
laughing and joking.

Kara was next. She wasn't quite as wasted as I was, but the
difference was barely measurable. Kara and I sat there in our
underwear and laughed and kidded around with the men sitting next
to us and before very long our underwear disappeared too. The men
in the room seemed to be very impressed by what they had
uncovered, and Kara and I laughed uproariously as the men on
either side of us explored our bodies roughly. 

That left only Lynn, and number one and number two were again
exploring her through her clothes. She had not had as much to
drink as we had, but she had even less experience with alcohol
and she was pretty wasted as the two men started undressing her.


Kara and I were both being manhandled as we watched Lynn being
stripped by the men on either side of her. Before long we were
both placed on our hands and knees and our bodies groped roughly
as our faces were pulled down into the men's laps and we found
ourselves sucking numbers three and four off. Their cocks were
not all that large, no larger than Kevin's. So we didn't have any
trouble with them. 

We sucked them off quickly and then we swallowed but continued to
suck on their softening cocks as we all watched the men begin to
undress Lynn. I was feeling pretty loose, that Saki is something
else! I relaxed with my head in my guy's lap and sucked him
gently while I watched his companions undress Lynn. I saw the
lust on their faces and I guess Steve had the right idea. They
were going nuts at the opportunity to molest a little American
schoolgirl. 

What happened after that was kind of a blur, at least for a
while. Over the next hour or so we all got fucked by or we sucked
off each of the four men. They didn't always cum in us, but they
took a turn in each of us. When they were finally sated, the
interpreter fucked Lynn, and then he got dressed and left the
room while they laid Lynn out on a cushion away from the table. A
waiter came in with another bottle of Saki and everyone but Lynn
got a glass. Then the waiter set the bottle down, pulled out his
cock and masturbated in Lynn's face.

After the waiter left we lounged around on cushions with the men
feeling us up and playing with our bodies while we sipped more
Saki and watched as one or two at a time the entire male staff of
the restaurant came in and masturbated on Lynn. When the staff
had all cycled through, male customers started coming in. I
noticed that it was only the oriental male customers. None of the
men were Caucasian.

 By the time it was over Lynn was completely covered in cum. They
left her like that for a long time, then several oriental women
came in with a pan of water and some wash cloths and they cleaned
her up. 

It was quite a show. Lynn even thought it was hot. After Lynn was
cleaned up we all dressed and staggered out to the limo. I am not
exaggerating. We were all staggering and loud and crude and it
was a good thing that I was too drunk to be embarrassed.

The men had their hands all over us again and after the limo
pulled up in front of our house they all had one more turn with
Lynn. This time, as each of them crawled on top of her I was made
to guide their cocks into her well used pussy.

While the last of the Japanese business men was fucking Lynn,
number one picked up the phone that he used to communicate with
the driver and in seconds the driver, who was also Japanese, was
climbing into the back and he too got a chance with Lynn, with my
help. When everyone was finally finished we kissed them all
goodnight and through the interpreter we thanked them for a
wonderful evening. Then we staggered into the house and helped
each other upstairs and collapsed into our bed.

We all passed out promptly, and I do mean passed out. That Saki
is some sneaky stuff! In the morning we were all hung over and it
required a long hot shower and a handful of Tylenol to get us
ready to leave for work and school.

Kara and I left Lynn standing out front waiting for Kevin while
we drove in to the office. It was going to be Kara's first
Tuesday as a slave. She was nervous about not being able to say
no to anyone. I told her about our playroom on the seventh floor
and she wanted to come with me to get the key and see where the
room was and meet the man with the key.

She parked in the garage and as we passed the guard's office near
the elevator one of the two younger security guards, Tony, the
cute one, came out and said, "I'd could sure use a little of that
this morning."

I had to think about that for a moment. He didn't actually tell
me, or even ask me to do anything. But I guess, in the spirit of
my slave orders, I should let him have "a little of that."

I smiled at him and said, "I have to go up and check in and I
have an errand to run. I'll come back as soon as I can. Okay?"

The guard grinned and asked, "Really? Hell yes that's okay!"

I kissed him on the cheek and Kara and I went up and dropped our
purses off and I put out a small fire that had cropped up over
the weekend. Then I went and got Kara and we went down to Mr.
Carter's office on the seventh floor.

Mr. Carter's door was open and when I knocked he looked up and
smiled and waived us in. I introduced Kara to him and he stood up
and shook her hand. She looked up at him, he is very large, and
she looked very intimidated. I grinned at her and said, "If you
think he is impressive with his clothes on, wait until you see
him naked!"

He laughed and handed me the key to the room and said, "I have a
lot to do this morning, so I can't get my rent payment right now.
Come back at lunch time and meet me in the playroom. Bring your
cute little friend with you."

I showed Kara the room near the elevator lobby and then Kara went
upstairs and I went back down to the garage. I went into the
guard's office and Tony looked up and smiled and said, "Hot
damn!"

I followed him down the hallway to the small room with the cot in
it and we quickly undressed. He held me and hugged me and kissed
me for a few minutes and then he put me on my hands and knees by
the foot of the cot and took me from behind. He had a nice cock
but he was a little too eager today and came long before I was
ready. I wasn't worried. I knew that his two co-workers would
want a turn and they didn't disappoint. The older man, the one
that seemed to be in charge, went last and I finally reached
orgasm when he fucked me. 

I sucked them all clean and the younger one, Tony, got hard again
and I went ahead and sucked him off. The breakfast of champions!

I went back upstairs after cleaning up and Gregg was watching for
me. He knew that I had to say yes on Tuesday and he met me at my
cube with a huge grin on his face. I smiled at him and said, "Yes
Gregg. Was there something that you wanted?" I knew what he
wanted, of course. 

Gregg looked around and whispered, "You bet your fucking ass!"

I said, "Okay, come with me." Then I led the way to the
elevators.

I was trying not to think about how far behind I was getting as I
spent most of my morning servicing various men throughout the
building.

We went to the playroom and I unlocked the door after checking to
make sure that we weren't being observed. Then I undressed
quickly and helped Gregg pull his pants down. I sucked his
already very hard cock while he reached down and played with my
nipples for a few minutes before he pulled me to my feet and bent
me over the desk and fucked me from behind. He came quickly, but
he left his cock inside of me and after a moment he started
fucking me again. He lasted longer this time and I was finding
that the ring in my clit was making it much easier for me to cum
just from plain old fucking. He lasted a little longer this time
and I had my second orgasm of the morning before he came again. 

When he finally pulled out I cleaned his cock and balls and he
ran his hands through my hair and said, "I am not a handsome man
and most of my life I have lacked self confidence. I want you to
know that you are the most beautiful, sexiest, and sweetest woman
that I have ever had the good fortune to have sex with. I really
do appreciate it. Thank you."

I smiled at him and said, "Aren't you sweet! Thanks Gregg. All I
ask in return is that you kind of keep it quiet. I have not
totally given up on getting promoted eventually and if this gets
around it won't help."

"You have my word," he said. Then I helped him get dressed and
finally I put my little nothing of a dress on. When the coast was
clear we went back up to our floor and I finally got to do a
little work.

The men in the office still cycled through to check out my
already well used pussy, but I had started to get used to them,
enough so that unless they had some actual work for me I just
ignored them and let them look. I was aware of them, of course,
and it was a turn on to know that a couple dozen men came into my
office every morning to look at my pussy. I just no longer
stopped what I was doing when they came in, walked around my desk
and looked down at my exposed sex. 

Kara showed up at my cube just before lunch and we headed down to
the playroom. She whispered that she had never been with a black
man before and she was nervous. I smiled and said, "Don't worry.
They taste just like white guys."

She laughed and that seemed to calm her down a little.

I was actually looking forward to it. I had enjoyed myself last
week. I got one hell of a surprise when we got to the room and I
unlocked the door and opened it. My jaw dropped when I saw what
was waiting for us inside.

I pulled Kara inside and quickly shut the door and made sure that
it was locked. The desk was pushed up against the wall and in the
middle of the room was an inflatable bed. Sitting all around the
room in straight back office chairs were fifteen smiling black
men whom I had never seen before!

I was staring around the room in shock. I knew by the bed in the
center of the room that they weren't here by mistake, but I
didn't know what to do next. 

Kara leaned over and whispered in my ear, "What the hell is going
on?"

I shrugged and said, "Good morning gentlemen. Can I assume that
we are all here for the same thing?"

Just then the door opened behind me and Mr. Carter came in and
said, "I'm sorry ladies. I had intended to be here when you
arrived but I got tied up on a phone call. These are some friends
of mine and I promised them a little entertainment. So if you
don't mind, please get undressed and get up on the bed and put on
a little show for us."

Kara and I looked at each other. That was something we could
handle easily. As we got undressed Mr. Carter took a seat and
Kara and I started making out, hugging and kissing while standing
at the foot of the air bed. Then we got down on the bed and
really got into it for a little while before moving into a
sixty-nine. The crowd of middle aged black men watching us was
surprisingly quiet. The lack of rowdiness was reassuring and we
were able to really throw ourselves into our lovemaking.

We ate each other to several very nice orgasms, even if they were
somewhat restrained. We thought it a good idea to keep the
passionate screaming to a minimum here in the office.

We were so into each other that we were startled when a pair of
strong hands pulled me off of Kara and I looked up to see Mr.
Carter standing beside the bed, naked with a huge erection.

I smiled at him and said, "Mr. Carter, Kara just got pierced this
weekend and she really needs to take it easy for a couple of
weeks. She needs to keep them sterile and avoid a lot of rigorous
activity."

Kara was staring at his large, black erection and she said,
"Mandy, mind your own fucking business!"

I looked down at her and saw the look on her face as she stared
at Mr. Carter's erection and he and I both laughed loudly. I
looked back up at him and said, "Sorry, I don't know what I was
thinking."

Mr. Carter took my place on the bed with Kara and I was led over
to the desk. I was picked up like a toy and placed on the desk
with my ass near one edge and my head hanging over the other
edge.

Instantly I was surrounded by naked and half naked black men with
large, hard cocks and soon I was getting all of the cock I could
want. I noticed two things as our lunch period progressed. There
was just as wide a variety of cocks in a group of black men as
you might find in a group of white men, and, they did indeed
taste just like white men. Not all the same of course, some were
bleachy, some were very bitter. Some of them had an almost
pleasantly mild taste. Some girl working on her Doctorate
somewhere should do a comparison of the taste of cum and the
diets of the men that produced the most delicious cum.

As I was getting fucked and sucking off the crowd of men around
me I heard Kara getting louder and louder and finally I heard
someone put something in her mouth to keep her quiet. She was
really enjoying herself, I had never heard her make this much
noise.

By the time everyone was satisfied I had enjoyed at least a dozen
orgasms. I looked at my watch and saw that we were fifteen
minutes late and we had to get cleaned up yet. I would have
preferred being able to use the ladies room, but we were in a
hurry and I didn't even know where the nearest one was on this
floor, so Kara and I cleaned each other up in the usual way. Mr.
Carter and his friends got a big kick out of that.

We hurried back to our cubes and as soon as I sat down my
intercom buzzed. It was Steve and I had to explain why I was
late. He got a big kick out of it.

The rest of the afternoon was more like a normal day and I was
finally able to get some work done. In fact, I almost got caught
up. Tuesdays were really hectic around the office now.

I was a few minutes late getting downstairs with the key for Mr.
Carter and by the time I got there he was almost the only one
left on his floor. He took the key, thanked me for a great lunch
hour and for pleasing his friends, and then he locked his door
and I gave him a quick blowjob.

Kara was waiting in the car and we headed home as soon as I got
down to the car. I waived at the guards on the way out. They were
smiling brightly and probably planning on more of the same
tomorrow. They were going to be really confused when all they got
was a smile.

Kara pulled up into the driveway and we got out and walked to the
house. Normally Lynn is doing her homework at the kitchen table
when we get home and when she wasn't there I went up to check on
her.

She was in her room, curled up on her bed and though she was
quiet now, she had obviously been crying her eyes out. I sat down
and took her in my arms and asked her what was wrong. She tried
to pull away, but I held on, really worried now and insisted that
she tell me what was wrong.

She started crying again and I looked up and saw Kara in the
doorway looking concerned. 

I let Lynn cry for a few minutes and I held her tight. Kara left
and came back with a glass of wine and I gave Lynn a few sips.
When she straightened out I saw that her back had a lot of
scratches on it, some of them looked pretty deep.

Lynn finally sat up and put her feet on the floor and said, "Mom,
I don't want to talk about it. It was too awful." She started to
cry again and Kara sat on the other side of her and we held her
for a few minutes until she calmed down again.

Lynn's hair was still damp and I could see that she had taken a
shower. I went and got some disinfectant and applied it to the
scratches on her back while Kara held her and kissed her face and
her hair.

Finally she sat up and said, "I could use another glass of
wine."

We all went downstairs and I got us all a glass of wine while
Lynn struggled to get herself under control. I asked her again
what had happened, but she just said, "It's too awful, too
disgusting." 

I insisted. I had to know what was wrong. Finally she got up and
went over to her school books on the coffee table and came back
with two pictures. In one of them she was on her hands and knees
being fucked by a large half-breed mutt. In the other the dog was
laying on his back and she had his unbelievably large cock in her
mouth.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a minute and tried to
control the bile rising in my throat. Then I asked again, "Tell
me what happened baby."

She took a big sip of wine and sat back and said, "I was waiting
outside this morning for Kevin when his friend from school with
the van came by. He saw me outside and he stopped and told me to
get in the van. It's Tuesday, so I did. I didn't want to, but I
knew that he was a friend of Kevin's and I didn't think I had a
choice. I thought he was going to drive me to school and then I
would have to fuck him or suck him off or something."

"But he didn't take me to school. He took me to his house. He
made me follow him inside and his father was sitting in the
living room in his underwear. When we went in he said, 'Dad, this
is the cunt I was telling you about. How about if I skip school
and we spend the day fucking her?'"

"His dad got up and came over to where we were standing. He was a
big fat pig and I mean that in every way. He was nasty! He
started feeling me up and he asked me how old I was and then he
told me to strip."

"When I was naked they got undressed and then Kevin's friend,
Phil, grabbed a handful of my hair and put me on my knees and
held me while his dad fucked my mouth. After his dad came he
turned me around and I had to suck him off while his dad was
pulling and squeezing on my tits. It hurt a lot. He was really
trying to hurt me."

"After Phil came in my mouth they pushed me down on my back and
his dad squatted down over my face and they made me eat out his
ass. I had to do it until my tongue felt like it was going to
fall off. That was when Phil started taking pictures. Then he
fucked me. Then the old man took pictures while I ate out Phil's
ass and then Phil fucked me."

"After that they made me go back and forth between them sucking
their soft cocks for a while. The old man couldn't get hard again
but Phil did and I had to suck him off again. Then they got
together and talked quietly for a few minutes and Phil took me
out into the backyard and held me down on all fours while his dad
went into the garage. He came back out with some tent pegs and
some rope and a hammer and he drove the tent pegs into the ground
and tied my wrists and my knees to the pegs."

"The old man went inside for a minute and came back out and
stuffed his nasty underwear in my mouth and then he started
beating me with his belt for a while. He got tired of that and
pulled his shorts out of my mouth and I was crying so loud I
could hardly hear him at first. He finally slapped my face a
couple of times and when I looked at him he told me that I must
be pretty horny by that time. He said he couldn't get it up
anymore, but he had just what I needed. That was when Phil came
over with that big fucking mutt on a chain and they let him
loose."

"Phil started taking pictures and the dog came over and started
sniffing around and licking my pussy. I was yelling at them to
make him stop but they were just laughing and egging him on. The
old man told me I had best stop screaming because anyone that
came over to see what the screaming was about was going to get to
fuck me."

"The dog licked me for a long time and then he started to crawl
up over me and he gripped my sides with his paws and scratched
the hell out of me while he was trying to find my pussy with that
big ass cock. It was awful. I can't even describe how nasty it
was. He had crap pouring out of his cock and my ass and my legs
were covered in the slimy stuff. Finally he found my pussy and
shoved his cock in all the way with one awful thrust. Oh god, it
was terrible! It was so fucking big!"

"He started fucking me then and it was like a jack hammer. It
hurt like hell and those bastards were laughing their asses off.
It took him a long time too. I was begging them to make him stop
and they just laughed at me. Then I felt something the size of a
fucking baseball being forced inside of my pussy and he stood
still and I could feel him filling me up with dog cum. Oh god, I
wanted to puke!"

"He stayed on top of me like that for a long time and then he
kept trying to pull his cock out. It hurt like hell but he was
stuck in me, he couldn't get his cock out of me. When he finally
did get loose the old man guided him around in front of me and
made him lay on his back in front of me and forced me to suck his
fucking cock clean! Jesus it was so fucking gross!"

"I thought it was over then, but they went over and sat on the
patio and watched me while they drank beer. While they sat there
the fucking dog came back over and fucked me two more times
before they got tired of watching it. Then Phil came over and
fucked my mouth one last time and then they both pissed all over
me. Then the old man had Phil hose me off and take me home. Phil
printed out a couple of pictures for me and said that if I didn't
come back over on Saturday they would be all over school and all
over the internet."

I took the pictures from her and I was so mad that I couldn't
stop crying. I headed for the patio door to go see Steve. He had
apparently been listening and he came in just then. He put his
arms around Lynn and told her how sorry he was and then he asked
her where Phil and his dad lived. She told him the address and he
said, "I'll take care of it."

Before we went to bed that night, Tony, the young security guard
showed up at our door with a pillowcase. Inside was a busted
camera, a handful of pictures, and a busted up hard drive from a
computer. He said, "They won't be bothering you again."

I noticed his knuckles were bleeding and I told him to come in so
that I could take care of them. He smiled and said, "That's
nothing, don't worry about it. I have my brother in the car. I
need to get him home."

"Did your brother help you?" I asked.

Tony nodded and I said, "Please, bring him in, I want to thank
him."

Tony looked uncomfortable and I asked him what was wrong.

He said, "My brother is good for scaring people. He has some
birth defects and he is big and ugly. He is as gentle as a
kitten, but he scares people. I have been taking care of him
since my mom died. I don't like to make him uncomfortable,
because women and kids get really scared when they see him."

My opinion of Tony went up a couple more notches and I insisted
that he bring his brother in. Tony said, "My brother has only had
sex a half dozen times. A couple of times a year I hire him an
old hooker that pretends to be nice to him. I don't think it
would be a good idea for him to see all of you beautiful women
naked."

I smiled and said, "What if someone was nice to him and wasn't
pretending? Please, bring him in."

Tony looked nervous, but he went out and shut his car off and
came back in with his little brother. Tony was right, he was kind
of scary. But he was also very sweet and he blushed like a virgin
when he saw me standing there naked. I dragged him in and I
thanked him for coming to the rescue of my daughter and me. 

His name was Frank and he was mildly retarded. But he understood
what I was saying and when he finally smiled he didn't look
nearly as scary. He was huge, but he was very childlike. I sat
him down and looked at his knuckles and he was okay. I sent Lynn
up to her room for the disinfectant and I washed and disinfected
Tony's knuckles. Then I kissed him and thanked him for what he
had done.

I went back over to Frank then and I sat on his lap and put my
arms around his neck and said, "Hi Frank. Tony said that you
don't have a girl friend. I was wondering if I could be your
girlfriend sometimes. Would that be okay?"

Frank turned a deep shade of red and said, "Gosh yes! You're
beautiful!"

I put his arms around my waist and I reached my arms around his
neck and I kissed him on the lips and told him how nice I thought
he was. His face was really badly disfigured. But his eyes were
so kind and so trusting and his smile so sweet and innocent that
I didn't mind being intimate with him in the least. Soon he was
kissing me back and I guided his huge hands over my breasts and I
asked him, "Did you ever have a girl suck on your dick Frank?"

"Oh gosh no, Miss!" Frank exclaimed.

"Would you like to?" I asked.

Frank looked at Tony and Tony smiled and nodded and Frank said,
"I think that must be real nice Miss."

I kissed him again and said, "Please, call me Mandy, okay
Frank?"

Frank just got redder. I got up off of his lap and pulled him to
his feet and he watched in awe as I undressed him. As I was
undressing Frank, Lynn was pulling Tony to his feet and trying to
help him undress. Tony tried to push her away and said, "That's
sweet Miss, but Steve told me what you went through today. You
don't have to do this. I imagine you have had enough of men for a
while."

Lynn smiled and said, "I haven't had enough of nice men. I want
to thank you for what you did. You got those bruised knuckles
defending me, and I really want to show you how much I appreciate
what you did."

I had Frank undressed and I guided him to the floor and knelt
between his massive thighs. His cock was also massive. There was
no way that log was going down my throat! I took as much of it as
I could into my mouth and suddenly Kara was there beside me and
smiling and asking if she could help.

I mouthed, "You don't have to," to her, but she smiled and said,
"Are you kidding?! That's the most beautiful cock I have ever
seen!"

Kara and I worked together on Frank's massive organ and he
obviously enjoyed his first blowjob. We licked him all over his
large cock and then I took as much of it into my mouth as I could
while Kara began to lick his balls and we both used our hands on
the rest of his shaft. 

When he finally came it was the most amazing thing that I have
ever experienced. My mouth filled up instantly and before I could
swallow the first mouthful he shot three or four more huge spurts
of cum all over his stomach and his chest. I caught the next two
spurts in my mouth and managed to get it all down. Then Kara and
I moved up and licked his stomach and his chest clean. Poor Frank
just laid there staring at us in amazement.

We moved up beside him and hugged him and kissed him and told him
what a wonderful lover he was and all the while we were playing
with his thick shaft. It had gotten soft, but it seemed to get
hard again instantly and Kara smiled at Frank and said, "You have
a beautiful cock, can I fuck you now, please Frank?"

Frank must have thought that he had died and gone to heaven. He
nodded his head wildly and then watched as Kara moved up over him
and I helped her guide that horse cock into her pussy. 

She moved down over the tip of it and slowly started sliding down
the shaft, but she couldn't quite take it all. The last couple of
inches just wouldn't go in. The whole time she told him how
wonderful it felt and what a nice man he was and as she started
moving up and down on his cock she took his hands and placed them
on her tits and I moved down between his legs and struggled to
get my head between them and lick his balls.

He obviously wasn't going to last much longer than he had when we
sucked him off, and I watched as he tensed up and cum started
squirting out of her pussy around and down his big cock. 

Kara rested with his cock still buried in her pussy for a moment
and then she started pulling off of him and I followed her pussy
up the shaft, licking up all the cum that I could find.

When she was free of him she moved up and kissed him and told him
what a wonderful lover he was and I sucked his cock clean. Much
to my amazement, he was instantly hard again!

I looked up and asked him if he would like to fuck me now and he
said, "Oh god yes Miss Mandy! I'd love that! If you don't mind
that is."

I said, "Did you ever do it doggy style?"

He thought about it and said, "No Miss Mandy, I don't think I
ever did that."

I got up on my hands and knees and said, "Okay, you get behind me
and put it in from behind. Make sure that you get it in the right
hole, and please don't fuck me too hard. It is going to take me a
few minutes to get used to your beautiful cock. Okay?"

Frank promised to be careful not to hurt me and he got behind me.
Kara helped him put his cock into my pussy and as he slowly
pushed it in it took my breath away. I couldn't believe how fat
it felt. It didn't hurt. It just felt so damned huge! 

Kara kept an eye on him and made sure that he didn't go too deep,
and he was very careful not to get too carried away and hurt me.
In fact, towards the end I had to tell him to fuck me harder! It
was a very memorable experience.

Frank finally came for the third time and the three of us sat
down and Frank and I worked to catch our breath. I looked up and
saw Lynn sitting in Tony's lap. They had finished a long time ago
and Lynn was watching in awe. It looked like Tony had tears in
his eyes!

I had Lynn go and get us all something to drink and then we sat
around and talked for a while. Tony was such a sweet guy and I
really liked him. I was very grateful for what he had done for
us.

It was getting late and it was a school night, so Tony and Frank
got dressed and we saw them to the door. I told Tony that I
thought it would be nice if he brought Frank by the house every
month or two for a little fun. He just needed to call first
because I never knew what my schedule was.

Tony got all teary eyed again and he hugged me and said, "You
were always so sweet at work, but I had no idea now nice you were
until tonight. You are really special for doing this for Frank.
He has had hard time of it and most people really treat him like
shit. Thank you for being so nice."

I assured him that it had been a lot of fun for Kara and me too
and that we were looking forward to the next time. Then I kissed
him goodbye and let him out.

As soon as they were gone we all started talking at once about
the size of that massive cock and how much cum came out of it. We
had never seen anything like it before.

The three of us were exhausted, but in need of a shower. So we
took a quick shower and then went to bed. In the morning, Lynn
was pretty much recovered from the trauma of yesterday. Kevin was
waiting for her outside when we went out and he apologized for
not being there yesterday. He had overslept. 

Kara drove us into the office and except that our pussies were on
display, it was a pretty normal day. I didn't suck for fuck
anyone all day! I managed to get all caught up from yesterday and
felt pretty good about the days work by the time we went home.

Lynn was doing her homework when we got home and she looked up
and smiled and said hello. Her homework was almost finished and
she helped us with supper. She told us that she had a pretty easy
day of it too. Kevin had looked out for her and kept the guys
away from her today. Phil had not been in school. We learned
later that Phil and his father had moved back to Tennessee. 

Lynn told us about the "affair" she was having with her coach in
gym class now. How he was looking out for her and she was
spending a little time with him after class.

That evening we went over to the Master's house and swam for a
while and I thanked Steve for what he had done about Phil and his
dad. He shrugged and said that it was his job as a Master.

Carol asked to borrow Lynn for a little while. It had been a
while since she had used us and she missed it. She took Lynn out
into the grass and stretched out on a cushion and Lynn knelt
between her legs and began to eat at the Y. Kara and I watched
for a few minutes and then went over and went to work on her
tits.

While we were doing that, Kevin and Steve came up behind us and
took us doggy style while we teased Carol's nipples.

Before very long everyone but Lynn was having an orgasm. As it
turned out, she wasn't left hanging for long. The doorbell rang
and Lynn was sent to answer it. It was the principal and he was
just in time to fill that void in Lynn's life. Or at least he was
just in time to take care of a bad case of horny.

The rest of us took seats on the patio and sipped on a cold beer
as we watched the two of them put on one hell of a sex show. If
she didn't kill him, Lynn was going to take years off of that
stodgy old principal.

From then on life just seemed to coast. Once in a while our
Masters would take us out for a few new slutty outfits. There was
a steady stream of sex partners at work and at home. Every once
in a while it was someone new, but mostly it was the same old
faces.

Lynn struggled through three more years of high school as the
school slut. She never had a girl friend after becoming a slave,
and of course no boy would ever be caught dead dating her. They
would fuck her every chance they got, but that was the only
contact she had with people her own age until she went away to
college.

Steve was as good as his word and despite the constant sexual
escapades at work I was promoted to VP when a position finally
opened up. I impressed so many people with my job performance as
a VP that, two years later, when Steve moved back to the main
office and was promoted to CEO, I was promoted over the other
vice presidents into his old job.

Steve paid Lynn's tuition at college. I was in a position to
afford it now, but I didn't mind the help at all. College was
like a whole new world for Lynn. Suddenly she was popular. She
had friends. She had boyfriends, girlfriends, just friends, all
kinds of friends.  She loved college. 

After Steve and his family left town it was just me and Kara for
a little while. Then Kara met a guy and fell in love and they got
married less than a year after they met. We still see each other,
and once in a while we still make love, but mostly we just get
together when we can and we talk. We have gotten together and
made her husband's wildest fantasies come true a couple of times,
but not too often, we don't want to spoil him.

After the Crosbys left, and Lynn went away to college, and Kara
got married, it got pretty damned quiet around the house. It got
quiet at work too. Since I was now the boss I had to start
watching my step. I still entertained Tony once in a while at my
house. Unfortunately, his brother only lived two more years after
that first night we spent with him. He had congestive heart
problems that were deemed inoperable because of all of his other
health problems. Oh, and sometimes I would invite Gregg into my
office and give him a quick blowjob, just for old time's sake. I
really missed by old sex life.

It was very quiet at the house after I had finally discouraged
the miscellaneous men that had gotten into the habit of stopping
by and using me. Sometimes I thought maybe I shouldn't have
chased them all away. It got pretty lonely around my house at
night. 

I got back into my old hobby of checking out used book stores and
collecting my favorite author's books. I got back into reading in
a big way. But it wasn't the same as having friends. I tried not
to think about the fact that I had just passed the big three-o
and had never been loved, or been in love.

Then one day I was at a party at Kara's house. I don't like
parties. I don't mix well. I am not very good at small talk. I
had asked Kara for permission to use her computer to check on a
book I was bidding on at e-bay and I was just about to put in
another, higher bid when a voice behind me said, "That would be a
big mistake."

I was startled. I hadn't heard him come in. I spun around and saw
a large, very handsome man reading over my shoulders. He smiled
and said, "I know where you can get that book in very good
condition, and it is a first edition, signed by the author, for a
lot less money."

I had been trying to find this book for a long time. It was out
of print and very rare and I really didn't believe him. I cocked
an eyebrow at him and said, "Okay, I'll bite. Where is this book
that I have been trying to find for months?"

He said, "I have it, and I am willing to part with it."

"How much?" I asked, still waiting for the catch.

"Buy me dinner at my favorite restaurant, wine included, and it's
yours," he said.

I told him that he had a deal and we left. On the way out I said
goodbye to Kara and I saw the look in her eye. I was starting to
suspect that I had been set up again. But at least this one
wasn't boring. 

Dinner was wonderful, and I loved the way he tied my arms and
legs to the corners of his bed afterwards too. I just might have
a keeper this time!

The End

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