Chapter 7

Tiffany was just waking up again. She was on her back and though she could not move her arms, they were still manacled, they were now at her side. She opened her eyes and realized there was also a mirror above her. She also realized that she was still locked in the infernal device that had so pleasured and tortured her.

After Jason and his mother left, the machine had dragged Tiffany from one orgasm to another. She had lost count somewhere around a dozen and lost consciousness after perhaps double that many. The breast stimulator was no longer clasping her nipples and her cunt was empty of the vibrator.

She could feel she was not alone and turned to see Jason’s father looking at her. He was naked and she could see his nine inch cock was semihard.

Lord, she thought. What now.

“I’m glad to see that you are awake, dear,” he said. “My wife wanted me to ask you if you had anything to say?”

The she remembered the ‘safe word’, but merely shook her head.

“You need to drink,” he said. He brought a sippy water bottle to her lips and she drank deeply, feeling her thirst after her ordeal.

“I’ve brought you something to eat.” He had a strawberry in his hand and stepped to her head to press it to her mouth. Tiffany bit it and the cool sweet flavor touched her tongue. He rubbed the other half on her lips and when she swallowed bent to touch her lips with his.

His kiss was gentle and full. Tiffany, despite herself, found she was comparing it to the technique of his step-son.

“Thank you Mr. Parker,” she said after he broke the kiss.

His hand moved up and her was rubbing the strawberry half over her nipple. “You know we’ll soon be family. You ... you could call me Dad.”

“You’d really like that you old pervert.” Zoe’s disparaging voice came to Tiffany’s ears. The blonde pixie was standing at the door of the room watching her husband feel up the young coed.

“That’s why you love me,” the man said. “That and my money.” He bent to kiss the girl again and she felt her self responding to the kiss.

“Isn’t she a little old for you,” his wife asked.

“She’s seems quite young enough,” he said breaking the kiss. The strawberry juice was on her tit and he bet over to lick it off, sucking at her nipple as he did.

“Ummm,” she moaned.

“The little slut seems to like it,” Zoe said. Tiffany noted that she held a tablet in her hand. She did something and the table to which she was still bonded split, forcing her legs apart.

The dirty blonde put the tablet down and stepped between her legs. Reaching out she began to finger the girls privates.

“Very wet,” she said. “Did you enjoy your ride? I wonder how many times you came? You know this wasn’t built for you. I had it made for me. Pleasure is sort of a hobby. My husband has hobbies of his own. Don’t you dear?”

Her husband William Parker, was busy lapping and sucking on the young girl’s breasts. He still held the strawberry half in his hand. He pulled back and rubbed it over his dick. Then he placed the piece on the young girl’s lips.

Tiffany had seen full well what he did. Beyond all reason her tongue cam out and licked at the fruit and William pressed it between her lips, where she ate it up.

“Very perverted,” said Zoe, her fingers now penetrating the young girl.

“Ahh, Fuck!” Tiffany said, her pussy clasping at the woman’s fingers.

“Would you like more?” William asked.

The girl nodded, knowing what he was asking. William approached her, his dick inches from her mouth. Tiffany tried to reach for him, but her hands were still bound. He touched the head to her lips, and her tongue came out to lick the strawberry juice off him.

His cock was hard now and her slipped a couple of inches of it into her mouth, groaning.

“Jason tells me you’re an excellent cock sucker,” the woman said. She was kneeling between the girl’s legs now, her breath blowing across her sensitive lips.

William pulled out until only the head as still between her lips. As his wife brushed her tongue across the girls clit she opened her mouth in a gasp and he plunged six inches into her open mouth. When he pulled out the girl pulled vacuum on his prick, sucking as her tongue lapped at him.

“Oh, shit,” he said. “She is quite a good little cock sucker.”

“I think she’s more interested in cunt lapping skills,” his wife said, returning her mouth to the girl’s sex.

“Awww Fuck!” Tiffany squealed. The chains on her wrists were just long enough for her to be able to reach Zoe’s head and she grabbed the back of it and pushed it hard into her crotch.

William was face fucking her now, but Zoe’s tongue lapping at her cunt made any kind of participation by Tiffany in orally pleasuring William unlikely. The girl felt her orgasm just out of reach, and Zoe worked to keep it there, bringing the girl to her apex and then denying her again and again.

She was gagging and spit was dribbling from her mouth as the prick slid in and out of her. She started to gag and William pulled out just long enough for her to take a breath. Then he shoved back into her, just as her body started to buck and twist in orgasm.

She couldn’t breath and he started to shoot into her. She coughed and gagged and he pulled out shooting the majority of his cum on her face and tits. Tiffany was beyond caring. Zoe lapped at her through her orgasm and before she could catch her breath another massive wave ran over her. The edges of her vision faded to white and she crashed into blackness.

Clarissa woke from her nap still between the legs of her red headed lover. The pair had rolled into the classic 69 position and had spent at least an hour lapping each other to a series of mind numbing orgasms, after which they had fallen asleep still nestled between each others legs.

When she woke the girl noted it was already dark outside. Clarissa slipped back into her cloths and grabbed her shoulder bag. She met no one in the halls and slipped out a side door.

The maze was before her and she lit a cigarette as she slowly walked to it’s entrance. Even though it was dark there was a full moon and the circle itself was well lit. She turned a corner and saw an open area.

There was a figure there. Clarissa stepped back so that she was not visible against the hedges, keeping her smoke hidden around the corner. There was a flash and in the glow of the lighter Clarissa saw that it was Zoe. The woman paced back and forth smoking, as if waiting for someone.

When another taller figure arrived from another maze opening the woman tossed her smoke away and placed her arms around the figure, kissing him torridly. He was too tall to be her husband, the girl thought. Servant? Lover?

After the kiss Clarissa could just make out him saying, “Is that her on your lips?” She couldn’t make out the answer but was startled when the woman sank to her knees in front of the man. She reached inside his pants and the movement of her head could signify only one thing.

Clarissa watched in fascination as the woman fellated her companion for a good ten minutes. He held her head and at one point seemed to be jamming it unto his manhood. Finally his hips thrust forward and his hands held her head tight to him.

When she stood up the man seemed to have no problem kissing her as the couple shared a long kiss before parting.

Zoe was coming toward her so Clarissa quickly backed out into a side passage until she passed by. Still trying to determine exactly what had just happened Clarissa found her way back to Jessica’s room. Her lover was still asleep, so the teen slide in beside her, spooning the redheads lush body. Her hand on the girl’s very delightful breast, Clarissa finally fell asleep again.

The early, but very enjoyable night meant that Jessica found herself awake quite early. She felt her lover’s arms around her and lay for quite awhile simply luxuriating in the feeling of the teen’s body against her. Finally her bladder insisted that she get up.

The room had it’s own private bathroom. After emptying her bladder Jessica slipped into the adjoining closet, which had a door to both the bath and the bedroom and found an outfit which she had not worn in years. The style was perhaps a few years out of date, but it still fit perfectly. She had picked a matching bra and panties set that was perhaps a little tight on her, but she didn’t want to wake Clarissa.

She walked down the long hallway thinking that a visit to the kitchen might produce at least coffee and a danish. Of course she could have simple called on the intercom and a servant would have brought something to her room, again waking Clarissa.

She almost walked into him. He was as handsome as ever. Tall and athletic. His hair was a little longer than she remembered. He was dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. She tried not to gasp when she saw him, but she knew she failed.