Chapter 5

I hurried into the house to check on Lynn. She’s naked at the table and today her face is clean. When I bent down to kiss her I smelled cum on her breath. She looks a little haggard.

I gave her a gentle hug and 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. I went upstairs and took my dress off. I also brushed my teeth and used a warm, moist cloth 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’s old enough to be a sex slave she’s old enough for a glass of wine.

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

While supper was cooking we sat across the table from each other and I asked, “How bad 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 spread my knees six inches apart the way we were told.”

I nodded, remembering how much flesh that six little inches exposed on me. Her skirt was even shorter than mine.

“The guys all started making a game out of dropping their pencils in front of my desk, then bending down and slowly picking them up. When I didn’t put my knees together they didn’t know what was going on. But they knew 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 while he was looking 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 was just as excited by the whole concept of being a sex slave as you were. I just hope I can handle it. It’s going to be a long month at school.”

We slowly sipped our wine and Lynn went on with the description of her day.

“My next class was upstairs. All the way down the hall and all the way up the stairs guys played with my ass or lifted my skirt up. They didn’t just look at me though. They made a point of 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. Most of them have seen my pussy.”

I had to get up then and serve dinner. She paused her horrible tale while I put supper on the table. Then she continued as we ate.

“That was how things went until lunch time. I thought about staying inside. I knew if I went out there it would be even worse than yesterday. But I knew Kevin would make me regret it if I didn’t go out so I walked out with the other kids who don’t eat lunch and headed towards the tree where Kevin hangs out. He came up behind me before I got there. He 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 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 it was an old one. It was kind of ratty looking. With fifteen people standing around watching, I took my blouse and my skirt off and handed them to Kevin. I climbed in the van and as soon as I did the guys were all over me. Kevin had to remind them over and over to stop fucking with my rings. Some of them 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 the guys were sophomores. I know 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 got around to sucking off the last guy my jaw was killing me and my lips were all swollen up.

“After I sucked off 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 I was busy sucking all of his friends off I listened while they asked Kevin about me. He told them that I was his sex slave. He told them he can fuck me any time he wants. He also told them how hot you are and he fucks you any time he wants. Thankfully he didn’t tell them I have to do everything anyone tells me to do on Tuesdays. But they all know what a slut I am now. I’ve gotten famous in just two days!

“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. I was on my way to the study hall they put me in until I can 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. I was half naked until I finished sucking 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. I have to admit, though, she’s having a much worse time of it than me. We’re both having the same reaction to it, too. It’s horrible. It’s every girl’s worst nightmare come true. Yet it’s so exciting we stay turned on all day long.

I’ve noticed my conscience isn’t bothering me as much as it did in the beginning. I still know this is wrong, of course, especially the part about letting those people victimize my daughter.

But I totally understand what she’s feeling. I know she’s enjoying it as much as I am, in that perverse kind of way that is impossible to explain to anyone who doesn’t already understand. I’m still worried about her getting in trouble. It would really suck if she were to get thrown out of school with just over three weeks left.

The next day was Wednesday. It 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 was yesterday. But today I wasn’t so vulnerable. I didn’t have to say yes to everyone who wanted to have sex with me. I still had to have my pussy on display but I don’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’m wearing and check out my pussy. It seems to tickle the hell out of them that I sit there with my pussy exposed, obviously embarrassed. But I just blush and let them look at my pussy. Fortunately, it takes a while, but once everyone has gotten a good look they seem to settle down and we get down to business. From then on things are almost normal.

During lunch a friend of mine came in. She stuck her head into my cube and asked, “Mandy, do you have a minute?”

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

I can tell what this is about by the way she’s looking at me. She stared at me for a minute, noting my nipple rings and my short, short skirt. I suppose she’s been listening to the guys in the office rave about me for a couple of days now. She knows how conservative I was until this week and she’s really confused. She finally asked, “Mandy, are you okay? I mean ... what in the hell has come over you?!”

It’s not Tuesday. I don’t have to answer her. Kara is my friend, though. We’ve been friends for a long time and I trust her. Besides, the changes in the way I dress and in my behavior are so radical, I really feel like I need to explain. I even found myself wanting to talk to someone, to explain to someone. I finally sighed, slumped in my chair and decided what the hell! What have I got to lose?!

“Kara, I’ll tell you what’s going on, or at least some of it. But you have to promise not to freak out. And you have to swear to keep it to yourself.”

She looked at me and I noticed she keeps glancing down at my nipple rings. They’re much more obvious today. The material covering my breasts is so much more sheer than it was on Monday. I arranged my new wardrobe so that each succeeding day each garment is a little more sheer than the one I wore the previous day. I needed to work up to being this exposed.

“I will try not to freak out. I can’t promise until I have an idea what we’re talking about here. And you don’t have to worry about me talking to anyone else. You’re the only one around here I ever talk about anything but business with.”

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

Kara and I have been close friends for a long time, despite our different personalities. Now I’m about to find out just how much “wild” she can handle.

“Okay,” I said, “here goes nothing.”

I leaned closer to her, lowered my voice and said, “As of Saturday I have become a sex slave. I have a master now. He 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 a handful of bikers.”

It took a lot less time to tell than I expected. But the look on her face was just exactly what I expected. She’s 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. Someone found out about my fantasies. I’m embarrassed to admit it. But those are my fantasies. They started ordering me to do things. I let them. I’m still letting them.”

She was quiet again for a long time and then one of the things I said finally registered and she exclaimed, “His wife?!”

I nodded.

After another pause she asked, “His son?”

I nodded again.

There was another long pause before she asked, “What about Lynn? What does she think of all of this?”

Now I had to pause. This is the truly humiliating part. I took a deep breath and said, “She’s their slave, too.”

“Oh my god! Mandy!!” she exclaimed in a very loud whisper.

“I know. I had a problem with that at first. My conscience still bothers me a little. They started training Lynn before me. It turns out 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’re going to think I’m one sick bitch. I guided my master’s cock into my daughter so he could take her virginity.”

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

Kara seems to be taking it better than I thought she would. I think. I smiled and replied, “I think I finally am the real Mandy. I can’t say I’m not scared about what will happen to me..., to us. But that’s part of the excitement.”

Kara nodded and said, “I know,” so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her.

“You know?!” I asked.

“Do you know why I divorced my husband?”

I shook my head. It wasn’t something we ever talked about. I was curious. But she never brought it up so I assumed she didn’t want to discuss it.

“Because he caught me talking to men in chat rooms on the internet. He read some of my saved chats I thought were so well hidden. He told me I was a sick bitch and I should be sterilized and locked 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 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’m the one that who’s shocked. Our lunch period is almost over and I invited her to my house for dinner. I told her that she might see some things that will shock her. But I really want to talk about this more.

She jumped at the chance. We made plans to meet on the way out so she can follow me home. She knows where I live but I’m a slow, careful driver. I wouldn’t want her to get there before me. I kind of want to be there when she walks in and sees Lynn.

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

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

Lynn was unfazed. I imagine she was told I was bringing Kara home and what they were planning. Lynn later confirmed Kevin told her I’m bringing a friend home and told her how he wanted her to react when we arrived.

Lynn looked up and smiled at us as we walked in. I heard the breath leave Kara as if she had been punched in the stomach. She came to a screeching halt and her jaw dropped. 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 warned you. Lynn and I are not allowed to wear clothing in our house, our yard, or our master’s house or yard. I hope that isn’t a problem.”

She’s staring at Lynn, watching Lynn’s breasts swinging wildly as she knelt submissively and let that teenage boy fuck her brains out. Lynn seems 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 urging Kevin on. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh god that feels good, Master. Fuck me, please, Master. Oh god! Your cock feels so fucking good!”

When I was naked I walked into the living room. I bent down, 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. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and while we kissed I dropped to my knees. 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. I sucked him clean without a moment’s hesitation.

Kevin has been staring at Kara since we walked in. Kara is a very pretty, very sexy woman. She just turned thirty. But she could easily pass for a woman in her early twenties.

After I cleaned his cock, Kevin walked over to Kara. He slowly walked around her, looking at her body as if she was already naked.

Kara closed her eyes and shivered.

I watched in fascination as he moved in front of her. With an arrogant manner and a dominant air you would never expect from a fifteen year old boy, he demanded, “Why are you still wearing clothes, bitch? Slaves are not allowed to wear clothes in this house.”

Lynn and I watched in fascination 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 is watching. Carol is recording everything on her digital movie camera.

Kara is as yet unaware of her audience. She’s concentrating on Kevin, and on a fantasy come to life, her total sexual humiliation at the hands of a teenage boy she has never seen before. After she removed all of her clothing, Kevin walked around her again. She has a perfect body. Her breasts are a little larger than mine. They look like a C cup. She has a nice flat stomach and a slender waist. Her hips are in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. She has long, slender legs which appear to be toned and muscular. Hell, she’s turning me on!

Kevin began to explore her body as he moved around her. She submitted instantly to his touch. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back. She’s so excited it looks like she’s beginning to pant.

Kevin grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed hard. He hissed, “I didn’t tell you to close your eyes, cunt. Open them! NOW!”

Kara was startled by his harsh tone. She quickly straightened up and opened her eyes. When she did she saw Kevin’s parents. Of course she recognized Steve immediately.

She screamed and covered her breasts and her pubic area with her arms. When she did, Kevin laughed and slapped her ass so hard it made me wince. She screamed again and he yelled at her to put her arms down.

She looked at Steve. It’s obvious her humiliation increased about tenfold when she realized who my master is and that it’s someone she knows. Well, she doesn’t know him. She has met him. She knows who he is.

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. He pulled her across the room and forced her to her knees between my legs.

I smiled down between my breasts at her.

She groaned and whispered, “Oh god.”

Kevin released her hair and stepped back. 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. Then she started kissing and then licking my pussy. 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 snarled, “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 was distracted by Kevin and busy eating my pussy, Steve has been undressing. He came over and dropped to his knees behind her. He 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 look like when it’s happening to me. I don’t know how long it’s been she got laid but she’s enjoying the hell out of Steve’s very satisfying cock. Although her nose keeps bumping into my clit now and making me uncomfortable, it still feels nice having her mouth on my pussy.

I watched her as Steve fucked her. It was amusing at first. But as she began to get closer and closer to cumming she started to lose control. Her once pleasant efforts between my legs were falling off. I started to fear I wouldn’t get to cum. But after Steve came in her pussy and made her suck his cock 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’s really turning into a great kisser. Her fingers gently moved over my breasts and soon I was pulling Kara’s hair, grinding my pussy against her lips and cumming loudly.

Kevin has taken over from his mother as cameraman. 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 her.

We started across the room in a line. 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 is in front. Kara is next with her nose buried in Lynn’s ass. I’m bring up the rear, so to speak, with my nose buried in Kara’s ass. I can’t wait to see this video!

When we reached Carol, Lynn was ordered to eat her pussy while Kara and I were each 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. His cock is hard again. No one was surprised. 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 he finally came again.