Ann & Alicia
Chapter 4 Slaves at the Mansion
The door opened right at Six, and Elizabeth breezed in followed by three other
women dressed in business suits. Alicia and I waited inspection nervously,
feeling extremely out of place in our nudity next to these women wearing dark
skirts and suit coats over expensive blouses. Being kept nude among other slaves
and Corp. employees wearing casual clothes was one thing, this was quite
another.
"These are my personal slaves, Ann & her daughter Alicia," she introduced us.
She didn't bother to introduce them to us, as she said, "Ann was my sorority
sub. Both of them volunteered quickly, and as you can see, have become quite
valuable property. They will of course serve our meal, then will be available
for your use."
My face burned, and Alicia could hardy stand still as they looked us over,
circling us, tenderly touching our nipples, our legs, our bellies, the heated
sexes between our thighs. My tongue came out of its own accord, nibbling at the
finger, when it touched and caressed my mouth and lips.
More questions followed, "So you really own them? And they're really mother and
daughter? How hard did you have to try to talk them into this? How did you know
that deep down they were submissive lesbians? They will lick any pussy?" along
with comments that made my face burn even hotter, "Look at their cunts, I can't
believe how turned on these two are. I can't wait to visit the island and be
waited on hand and foot by slaves like these."
Elizabeth answered some of the rapid-fire questions herself, "They have both
pledged themselves to me, and are listed in Corp. documents under the employee
heading we use for slaves, however they won't be legally listed as slaves until
they have been transported to the island where of course slavery is now legal."
She continued as she idly played with me, running her fingers through my hair,
and across my nipples, "Free women recognized by the Corp. may come and go as
they please. All other women and all men may only enter the island after
receiving a brand of ownership. Surprisingly, a large number of unattached women
and men arrive asking to be branded."
She continued for me, "Yes. Once their submissive nature was uncovered, it was
easy. I've known Ann since childhood and it was apparent even then; Alicia
obviously takes after her mother."
The last question she made me answer. I blushed as I spoke, "We have been
trained to please with our bodies, and we exist only to please our owner. We
obey any command, and trust our owner not to ask anything dangerous. Our tongues
are especially skilled, and both of us are very good at pleasing our Mistresses
with our mouths. We have also been trained to stay aroused and come only when
permitted."
Apparently satisfied with my answer, Elizabeth commanded us to wait in the
dinning room until needed, while she allowed the ladies to freshen up, and
prepare themselves for dinner. As the ladies walked back to the downstairs
restroom, Alicia and I walked from the front entranceway through the formal
living room into the dinning room and stood next to the door to the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later the ladies came into the dinning room the same way Alicia
and I had. Without being told, we sat them at their seats, helping each of them
pull their chairs up after waiting politely behind them. As they walked in, I
noticed at least one of them stuff a pair of panties into a handbag.
After all were seated, including Elizabeth at the head of the table, we politely
asked for their drink orders, and quickly padded into the kitchen. Neither of us
spoke as we made up the drinks, then Alicia walked on bare feet back into the
dinning room with a tray of drinks while I poured the soup for the first course
into bowls on another tray. I found Alicia standing at attention near the head
of the table when I returned.
"Modesty is such a silly concept. All lower class citizens should be kept nude.
Why waste precious resources on vanity in temperate climates?" I heard one of
them say as I walked in carrying the bowls of soup.
"Ann, stand at attention on my other side until we are ready for the second
course. My guests really enjoy watching you and Alicia," Elizabeth curtly told
me after I'd passed around the soup, making sure each of them had the correct
spoon.
Alicia's nervous breathing seemed voluminous even against all the chatter in
the room as we waited for them to finish. We were painfully aware of their eyes
on us as each of them spent far too much time stealing glances at us as they
sipped their soups. Finally, Elizabeth asked us to bring the second course, a
Caesar Salad in. It really only needed one of us, the salads were in the
refrigerator, already prepared, but both of us were very nervous, so she came
with me to help load them onto the tray.
Our guests were getting playful and constantly touched our breasts, bellies or
pussies as Alicia and I went around the table, placing the salads in front of
each woman. I stood stock still, spreading my legs wider, when one of the turned
me around, spread my asscheeks and probed my anus. Even in my widest days at the
college, I never would have believed this, but now I can't get enough of it.
We were ordered back into our attention pose, as the ladies ate their salads. I
heard nothing but compliments about our food, just not ones you'd normally
hear！ at least once I heard "Wow, this is really good. I hope they eat as well
as they cook!"
Their conversation turned to business and they forgot about us as we stood
there, arms crossed behind our backs. I began to get comfortable in my position
as I let my mind wander！I was a servant and submissive too, why shouldn't I be
nude? The Romans commonly kept their slaves nude in all sorts of weather！you
don't read that in the history books. I was just glad we were in a moderate
climate.
Finally they interrupted my reverie and were ready for the first entr└e. We
quickly retrieved the dishes from the oven, and each of us carried a dish into
the dinning room. Alicia served the guests on one side of the table. I started
at the other side, and ended by serving Elizabeth last. We didn't have to be
told to return to our positions while waiting for the last entr└e course.
We went through the same routine for the fourth course, another entr└e. For a
while at least, they'd still ignored us as they continued their conversation
about Corporate policies. Finally they asked about desert.
"We will eat desert in the den." Elizabeth commanded as she stood, and walked
towards the den.
"Alicia, bring the deserts to us. Ann, please take everyone's drink requests."
Very apprehensively, Alicia retrieved the pie from the refrigerator, and carried
the pieces into the den on another tray. I asked for drink orders and went to
the liquor cabinet to mix their drinks.
Entering the den with my tray of drinks, I found Alicia standing in the same
spot she'd been in when Elizabeth first inspected us weeks before. Elizabeth
and her guests all sat around eating their pieces of pie. I heard lots of
｀mmm's and ｀ahh's as they ate, not to mention at least one "I want a slave
that cooks as well as these two."
They all relaxed and made themselves comfortable, leaning back and stretching
their legs as I passed around after-dinner drinks, then left the tray on an end
table. I could easily smell Alicia's cunt when I took my place next to her. We
had not pleased ourselves since we'd woken up on the floor of Elizabeth's room
that morning, and both of us were burning up. We'd gotten in the habit of
eating each other every morning, but had obeyed Elizabeth's command not to
play.
My thoughts were interrupted by a question from one of our guests, "So what are
these funny looking low wooden ottoman like things?"
"Those are new bondage racks I purchased while Ann and Alicia were being boarded
at the spa. We haven't had a chance to try them out yet, but they are designed
specifically to their body measurements to hold them for display, punishment or
use. Notice how they are designed to force their legs apart, and also keep their
heads raised. I arranged them at either ends of the room so that if both are
tied down, they can watch what's being done to the other."
I shivered as one of them said, "I want to see the racks used, but first my
pussy needs eating. I want the little one."
Elizabeth didn't have to tell Alicia to go kneel in between the woman's legs.
As Alicia slicked over to the sofa, our guest lifted her butt and raised her
skirt over her hips. Unlike the last time Alicia ate out someone on the sofa,
she confidently got down on her knees and bent her head down to kiss the pussy
before her. Her tongue came out, and she expertly ran it down the woman's outer
lips, then back up the inner ones.
As she started shoving her tongue deep into the pussy, I was called to one of
the other guests. As I dug my own tongue into another pussy, I heard cries of
"Oh God, I'm coming!" as Alicia brought the woman to several climaxes. I
continued licking, relishing the taste of my guest's pussy as I fluttered my
tongue up and down her lips and up to her clit.
Finally they could take no more, and pushed us away. The last guest insisted
that both of us eat her at once. Alicia and I spent the next thirty minutes on
our hands and knees, our bodies touching as we both pleasured the woman. We
worked as one as we intertwined our bodies and kissed our guest. One moment the
tips of our tongues would touch as we tried to reach the same spot, the next
Alicia was laving and thrusting at her anus while I licked around her clitoris,
careful not to come too close.
We forgot our side by side positions and soon were climbing all over each other
as we eagerly worshiped this new pussy！reveling in it's tastes and smells.
Apparently our Mistress was pleased with our work！first I would feel Alicia's
tits rubbing against my bare back as she rapidly jabbed her pussy against my
bottom while kissing the clit under her tongue.
I shoved my butt back up against Alicia as I thrust deep into the asshole,
responding as I felt her climax along with our visitor. A few minutes later, I
was on top, vigorously rubbing my own big tits against Alicia and mashing my
erect clit against the small of her back as I arched my back to stimulate my
pussy against her. My body moved of it's own accord as I felt an orgasm build
deep inside！my awareness was only on the folds of the pussy in front of me and
the tiny nubbin poking out from her sheath.
I lost count of how many orgasms we gave her before she ordered us to stop our
ministrations. Both Alicia and I were winded as we lay there still tangled up
together, and we shameless looked at our Mistresses as they watched us and
commented on our bodies and performance.
Our rest was interrupted by a comment, "You know what would be fun? These two
were rubbing all over each other, but I don't think they really got off. I want
to watch them rolling around on the floor, pussy to mouth!"
Alicia and I didn't need any more prompting, first we started kissing, driving
our tongues deep in each other's mouths. We didn't waste any time in turning
around and burying our heads in each other's crotches. I remembered the first
time Alicia and I had made love as I felt her tongue wash over my labia lips,
tickle the skin between my pussy and anus, and run back up to circle around my
clitoral hood.
We twisted and rolled as we held and caressed each other's buttocks. I echoed
her moves as my own tongue probed deep into her furrows. The comments I heard,
no matter how embarrassing, just drove us on, as we made love on the floor
surrounded by Elizabeth and her three guests. Multiple orgasms racked our
bodies, and we continued to roll on the comfortable carpet, neither of us
willing to let go of the other's loins.
Ages later, we just lay, caressing each other and just enjoying our bodies as
the ladies returned to their conversion about work. They couldn't ignore us for
long, however, and one of them suggested a new torture. Back on your feet and to
your at attention pose was the command. Alicia was first, and I watched Mistress
buckle her into the frame, as I stood, still dripping cum.
I called it an ottoman just because I didn't know what else to call it. It was
a low wooden contraption with minimum padding. Alicia lay down on a hardwood
board running the length of it. Straps around her waist and under her arms held
her torso against the device, and let her breasts hang free. A padded cushion
held her head high, at the right height for eating pussy.
Her arms were bound behind her back by straps, or could optionally be bound
below her body. Her thighs were bend double under her belly and strapped tightly
in place. Each device had the same funnel as in the spa, each of which drained
into a reservoir underneath. She made use of it as soon as Elizabeth pushed it
up against her pussy.
I couldn't take my eyes off Alicia as Elizabeth bound me into the other rack.
Despite all of my recent exercise, I still wasn't as limber as Alicia and
Elizabeth had to make me get up and loosen my limbs before she could tie me in
the same tight ball as Alicia. Soon, however I was comfortably tied in, with my
tongue hanging out and ready for a pussy.
As we waited there tied down and ready for whatever, the ladies made themselves
a little more comfortable, removing their skirts to reveal garter belts and bare
cunts. I expected my mouth to be used again and looked forward to tasting
another new pussy, however they had other ideas first. I waited an eternity as
Mistress got the whips off the wall then teased us mercilessly.
I tested my bonds as Mistress kept one whip for herself and gave the other to
one of the ladies, Elizabeth had tied me securely, and all I could move was my
head and shoulders. I relieved myself, sending a torrent of pee into the funnel
as they continued teasing, reminding both of us that we were slaves with no
control over our own bodies, lives or destinies.
Alicia and I howled together when the first stings came down on our buttocks.
This was the first punishment Elizabeth had given either of us while bound and
the first with a whip. Not being able to react to pain except for moving my head
and making noise translated it into a dripping pussy quicker than when she
punished me while I was free to move.
What little piss was still in my bladder came out with each blow. I'd learned
very quickly to lose my inhibitions, and now it now longer mattered where I did
my business. The lashes continued, as Elizabeth varied them. Sometimes they
landed on my cheeks, other times across my back, and of course they stung my
pussy from time to time. The more blows landed, the hotter my body got, and as I
started to come, my awareness focused completely on Alicia climaxing even harder
across from me.
We only got to rest for a minute before two new pussies were thrust into our
faces. The lady who'd been whipping Alicia moved around and let Alicia start to
eat her out. Elizabeth took her place in punishing Alicia, and one of the
watching women started whipping me again while the last one allowed me to eat
her out. Being immobile and whipped only urged me on and made the taste of the
cunt in my mouth taste even better.
They continued to use us until we'd tasted juices from all four women. All of
them switched around and shoved each other aside！all three of them wanted to
sample both of our tongues. One of them was even able to ejaculate, and squirted
as much as I could swallow.
She was particularly vocal！as I concentrated on licking her pussy, she moaned
very loudly and kept caressing my hair as she stood with her legs wide so I
could get at her crotch. Eating her while tied down and unable to use my hands
was as powerful and submissive a feeling as being whipped.
I ate her tasty cunt as eagerly as any other. She had what I could only describe
as a ｀full' pussy, with a long slit and very floppy inner lips that hung down
and constantly flapped against her outer lips and her thighs. I delighted in
licking up and down it as I burrowed into all of the folds of her lips. Tingles
went down my spine as I circled my tongue around her ass, then pushed it in, to
taste it.
I ran my tongue back up along her lips, then traced around her clitoris hood,
digging my tongue under the deep fold covering her clitoris. I moved back down
and thrust my tongue rapidly into her cunt, then moved back up to her clit. I
fluttered my tongue against her clit, then dug deep between her clit and the
hood, circling around and around her clitoris.
She started to shake as I teased her clit masterfully, her hands came down
around my head again mashing me against her clitoris harder. As her pelvis
jerked, her cum started to shoot out of her slit. I'd never experienced a woman
ejaculate before, and I glued my mouth over her clit, sucking as it came out. I
gulped and gulped, swallowing her liquid as fast as I could.
I kept my facial hold on her pussy as she jerked her hips, the come running out
of her starting to sputter and stop. I still gulped as long as the juice still
flowed, then washed around her cunt with my tongue. I licked everywhere I could
reach, cleaning all traces of her juices from her mound, her swollen lips, even
around her asshole and the crack of her ass.
Finally they pulled away from both of us and I saw what I must have looked like
mirrored in Alicia's face. She looked like a slut, her hair was wet and matted
against her hair, she panted from exhaustion, not really able to even pull her
tongue back in, and her face shone from licking four pussies, at least one of
them more than once. I knew I looked exactly the same, I could feel wetness all
over my face in places I couldn't reach with my tongue.
"I'm very pleased with my two slaves." Elizabeth told us as the four of them
sat back down on the sofa and chairs, leaving us still bound into the racks.
Both Alicia and I looked at them, beaming like puppies as they leaned back,
obviously enjoying just looking at us bound there in the den.
She got up to go upstairs for a minute, leaving the ladies with us in the den,
who continued to make themselves comfortable, loosening blouses and removing
jackets. I saw new sides to their personalities, gone were the businesslike
personas, replaced by tender women who kissed and caressed each other.
Elizabeth quickly came back downstairs with the bottle of oil, and stopped in
front of me, talking with me as she opened it.
"The four of us are going upstairs for the night," she said as she poured the
liquid into her hand.
She handed the bottle to one of the others, then began to massage it into my
arms, now starting to get sore. The lady took the bottle, and also poured some
into her hands. She went to Alicia, massaging it on her too, not only her arms,
but also her torso, buttocks, and legs, heavily massaging Alicia's joints.
"I'm afraid I can't let you up yet, you will stay here all night. It's sort
of a test you see. I will change the reservoir, and I will bring pans if you
need to empty your bowels," she said while rubbing all of my sore joints.
"Oh, and since you pleased my guests so well, we will play with you and allow
you to come before we fix you for the night."
This thought filled me with horror, but it quickly passed. I'd almost gotten
used to doing bodily functions under any condition, and I knew to accept any
situation without question. She finished her expert massage then pulled two
dildos that had not been there weeks before out of end table drawers.
The two women still on the sofa got up, one of them took a dildo from Mistress,
and the other stood in front of me. Elizabeth jabbed the dildo deep into my
cunt, pulling the funnel away first, without warning. It was extremely wet, of
course, and I sucked the humming device far into my pussy. The lady with the
other dildo went to Alicia, and I saw Alicia's neck stretch out, and a long
｀ahhh' come out of her lips as the other dildo was drive home.
The lady in front of me came closer, in reach of my mouth, but made no attempt
to forcibly shove her pussy into my mouth. She stroked my body with her hands as
my Mistress jackhammered the dildo in and out of my pussy. As I started to jerk
within my bonds as my body started to come, she massaged my breasts and rolled
my nipples between her fingers. Both Alicia and I cried out together as they
worked us both until we'd come several times, then left us dazed and hanging in
our bonds.
She let us relieve ourselves as promised, wiping our bottoms with towelettes,
then changed the reservoirs, finally letting us eat our normal mush out of bowls
they held in front of our mouths. We were left in the dark, still bound of
course, to gaze at each other in the moonlight streaming in a window before we
finally fell asleep. Elizabeth took her guests upstairs for then night, and from
the faint cries I heard, more than sleeping went on.
Once I would never have been able to sleep tied like this, now however I slept
like a log, within twenty minutes of the ladies turning out the lights, I was
asleep. Sunlight coming in another window from the one that illuminated me with
moonlight woke me the next morning, sore, but feeling good. Elizabeth freed us,
and told us to fix breakfast after sending us outside to do our business.
The ladies came into the kitchen fully dressed and ready to go back to work. We
served them a full breakfast, scrambled eggs, sausage, southern grits, and
French toast along with coffee. More comments about our cooking skills made my
body swell with pride as the two of us stood there, nude and at attention
waiting for them to ask for anything else.
Elizabeth left for work with them, and was the last to leave as she closed the
kitchen door behind her. As had become her habit, she fondled both of our sexes
before she left.
The last thing she said before closing the door was, "Enjoy yourselves all you
want for the next few days, so long as you get all of your chores done. You may
take clothes from the bin, and use the car to go around town. We will spend this
weekend at Ms. Thomlinson's, and then leave for the island straight from her
estate."
At the same time, I dreaded that moment, and couldn't wait！I knew nothing
would ever be the same after this fateful trip. I knew I become a slave for real
as soon as my bare feet touched ground on that island.
Elizabeth kept her promise, and for the next two days, Alicia and I enjoyed each
other, both at home, nude as always, and with shorts and T-shirts on as we made
brief visits to town. As much as we wanted to go out in public, we'd rush back
as quickly as we could to strip off our clothes again.
On Friday, Elizabeth came home early from work with two briefcase sized travel
cases.
"Put your essential toiletries in these," she commanded, "You may only carry
what will fit in the case."
She left us to pack our meager belongings, and went upstairs to pack her own
more extensive bags. We carried our little packs down to the kitchen, and an
hour or so later, we helped her carry her own bags down. We placed them in the
trunk of a regal black sedan parked around back. As she closed and locked the
backdoor, she saw me look wistfully at the box of clothes.
"I'm afraid you won't be needing any of that for quite a while," was her only
comment as we walked to the car.
She opened the backdoor, and Alicia and I climbed in the back, behind tinted
windows fortunately. Elizabeth climbed in after us, and we saw a driver we'd
missed before！a tall butch woman with short hair. Elizabeth ordered us to kneel
on the floor in front of her, and we were off.
We rode far out into the country, finally coming to a lane that seemed
surrounded only by fields on either side. Elizabeth shocked both of us by
hitting the button to roll down both rear windows, and giving a command.
"Alicia, stick your head and breasts out of the right side, and Ann, lean out
the right window. It will please me to have anyone watching see my two pets
riding like happy puppies."
I figured ｀What the Hell, soon lots of people will see me nude' and just lost
myself in the feel of the wind blowing my hair and not being quite able to catch
my breath. Fairly soon, though, we came to a gate in a tall stone fence, which
opened for the car. The driver slowed the car, and continued towards a very
large mansion.
Still leaning out the window, I realized Alicia and I would not be alone here,
scattered about the large mansion grounds were several nude slaves, all on their
hands and knees, tending to gardens. The limo stopped in front of the front
entranceway, and Mistress ordered us back into the car with slaps on our butts
so she could open the door.
"Remember, no matter if you belong to me or not, from here on out, you are just
two more slaves," was her last comment to us before ushering us out of the car.
Ms. Thomlinson met us on the steps of her mansion, along with her slim little
slavegirl Lisa, whom she commanded to take some of Elizabeth's bags upstairs to
guest quarters. She warmly greeted Elizabeth, hugging and kissing her.
Her only comment about Alicia or I was a command to Melinda, the driver and
apparently her right-hand girl, "Take our two new slaves to the slave quarters.
They will join the kitchen staff for tonight's formal dinner."
I reacted with new horror as I suddenly noticed an array of expensive sedan's
parked off to the side of the drive. My panic passed from my mind as Melinda
took Alicia and I, along with our meager belongings to the quarters at the back
of the mansion. As I walked, I realized anew that I had no choice, and knowing
my choices had been made removed the doubt and anxiety from me.
She led us to a utilitarian looking building behind the mansion, and gave us the
tour of where we'd be staying for the weekend. First on her list was where we
would be relieving our bladders and bowels！right there out in the open were a
row of funnel like toilets, with running water, wide enough for us to squat
over.
Very matter-of-factly, she commanded, "Please use them now. You will be serving
our guests tonight, and will not be allowed bathroom breaks."
You would think it would have been very awkward for us to kneel right there and
use the bathroom in the open, but both of us were becoming alarmingly used to
this radical lifestyle. Alicia and I knelt, looking both at each other and at
our surroundings, and simply let go, releasing our wastes right there.
I did blush when Melinda commented, "Hurry up, I haven't got all day."
When we finished, she showed us where we'd be sleeping, eating and spending
most of our free time, after storing our small travel cases. Taking us back
outside, she showed us the huge grounds surrounded by a high stone fence, which
we were free to roam. We could not leave the grounds of course, and the mansion
itself was off limits unless on duty or with a person.
I walked nervously as she walked us back to the front gate, no one could
approach without Corporation approval, but still I kept thinking someone would
see us. As we circled, she pointed the gardens tended by fellow slaves,
commenting that we must be very careful not to harm our benefactor's prized
roses.
Soon we were back in the rear of the mansion, where our tour guide showed us a
large swimming pool, commenting that we were make use of it as often as
possible, and stay outside a majority of the time.
"If you are not on duty, sleeping or eating, you should be outside somewhere,
rain or shine, unless it is too cold for good health."
I looked over the facilities in the pool area, my eyes falling on the women and
slaves in the area. Two slaves in black collars sunned themselves, their legs
spread wide to tan their thighs and sex. One more played in the pool with a lady
wearing a modest two piece suit. One in a silver collar knelt before another
woman, eating her out, the ladies bikini pushed aside.
She commented as we gazed around, "Ms. Thomlinson has 12 slaves here that take
the place of a normal mansion staff. Three are her personal property and act as
her assistants and sexual companions, the rest are corporate slaves and
typically serve as kitchen staff, simple grounds maintenance keepers,
housekeepers, etc. In addition a normal full-time cook oversees the kitchen
staff, a butleress monitors the household staff, and I look after everything
else."
She continued, "Orders from any one of three of us must be obeyed without
question, superseded only by Ms. Thomlinson's commands. Needless to say
punishment for disobedience here is quite severe, rivaled only by that on the
islands. As you heard, you will join the kitchen servants shortly then will
likely provide entertainment for our guests."
"Dinner will be served in two hours. You may sun and play in the pool for the
next hour, then I will wash and oil you and send you off to the kitchen."
We didn't need any encouragement to first swim and play in the pool, then lie
on the ledge sunning ourselves. I felt strange as I lay on the smooth concrete
with the warm setting sun beating down on my back. I was long used to lying
naked outside, but this seemed more public somehow. Before I'd sunbathed at
what used to be my home, or at the private spa with the other slaves, but this
was different.
My surroundings here were unknown！I was unfamiliar with the estate, and anyone
might walk out and see me lying naked at the pool. I felt out of control！here I
had no idea who might see me as the slave I now was. I was sure that soon
someone who'd known me as a person would be introduced to me, and it terrified
me that I would have to continue to act like a slave around that person. Several
times a new lady came out dressed in a bikini or one piece suit！each time I was
sure I'd die of embarrassment, each time embarrassment never came and I became
more aroused with each new woman.
Each lady sunning on the lounge chairs chatted with the naked slaves around
them, invariably ending with the slave kneeling and eating out a cunt. I found
myself talking with one of the new women, not as a naked slave to a clothed
master, but as simply two women talking. She was out here to relax before
dinner, and despite my initial awkwardness, I found it easy to talk to her.
It would have been easier if she'd simply commanded me to please her, her
questions about me and my past made me self-conscious as I lay there with my
belly on the concrete next to her reclining chair. I found myself wishing she
would command me to eat her, but she refused, instead asking me how many people
I'd known before had seen me.
She explained she'd introduced her new slave, a submissive friend of hers, to
all of their friends before taking her to the island. Her slave was currently
serving on the island, she'd had to come back for a meeting, and had been
unable to bring her slave. She made the idea of being introduced to past friends
seem normal and expected, not humiliating like I thought it would be. She hoped
the idea of nude slaves would spread to other countries.
I'd not met any of our friends from the sorority, this was going fast, and I
guessed Elizabeth hadn't had time. I was sure I would meet some of them this
weekend, or on the island. The more I thought about it the more exciting the
idea became！Elizabeth had used my mouth to service many of her friends in
college, and I found myself looking forward to reunions as my pussy warmed.
Soon, I was asking for permission to eat my new friend. She'd purposely danced
around asking me to eat her, despite numerous sounds of sex around us, and I'd
grown impatient. She just smiled and opened her legs wider. I got up off the
concrete and bent down to push aside her bottoms and kiss her delectable pussy
of my own free will.
I enjoy eating any pussy, some more than others, but this was especially
pleasing. I can't describe how being forced turns me on, but being given a
choice from time to time makes it even better. My tongue came out as I bent
over, and I familiarized myself with her taste. I washed down her outer lips
down to her perineum, pulling the strings of her bottoms with my fingers as I
licked.
I pulled the piece of cloth out of my way as I teased the little patch of skin,
and then worked my way back up, tracing her inner lips with the tip of my
tongue. My tongue made it's way up and down her slit several times, tracing the
lines of her lips, and dipping gentling into her depths. I used my tongue to
taste her sex, sometimes using the tip, the sides and the flat of my tongue to
catch all the nuances for her flavor.
Satisfied with tasting, I turned my attention to bringing her off. I fluttered
my tongue around and against her clit as I'd learned to do so well. Quickly I
dipped down, and forcefully dug my tongue into her sex, scooping out and
swallowing her juice with every motion. As she gasped and shook, I moved back to
her clit, shaking my head from side to side as I loved her clit. She started to
come and I cupped her buttocks, pulling her to me, acting as if I was eating
soup with my mouth from the finest bowl.
My keeper was suddenly behind me as I rested on my haunches, pleased with my
efforts as I watched my new friend twitch and moan from her fading orgasm. She
escorted Alicia and I back to the slave area, then instructed us to reach up and
grab a bar I'd missed before. It was a simple iron pipe coming up out of the
concrete similar to that school kids use for pull-ups. Alicia and I hung there
by our hands, standing on tiptoes, our bellies taunt and mounds prominent as we
waited to be washed.
Melinda wetted us down with cool water from an ordinary hose！no warm water for
a slave. Fortunately, the air was still warm from the afternoon sun, and we were
hotter still from our recent play. I moaned as she sprayed me, closed my eyes as
it hit my face and hair, and spread my legs wider when she aimed for my dripping
pussy. The simple pleasure of washing my own body was being taken from me, and I
had to fight my arousal as I realized I would likely be washed often in the
future.
Letting go of the nozzle, and dropping the hose, Melinda rubbed a bar of soap
across a rough pad and proceeded to scrub me down. She treated me like an
animal, rubbing suds from the pad all over my body, getting every crevice. I
watched as she did the same to Alicia！if anything Alicia's trim body was more
beautiful stretched from the bar. As she'd done to me, Melinda got every inch,
running the pad through Alicia's pussy, and parting her cheeks to wash her
crack.
Leaving us to drip suds, Melinda retrieved a bottle of shampoo and proceeded to
wash our wet hair in turn, letting us drop from the bar as she bent us over to
soap up our heads. With the hose, she rinsed our hair then had us grab the bar
again. In turn she rinsed our bodies as we hung, stretched taunt on our toes. As
we dripped, she put away the hose, and picked another one attached to a funny
colored facet.
She explained as she rinsed us again, concentrating her spray on our underarms,
legs, and smooth crotches, "You will find facets like these on the islands.
Normally someone will always wash you, but if you ever wash yourselves, be
careful. The water contains a new hair growth-inhibiting agent, not enough to
remove existing hair, but it will keep hair from growing in. Still you don't
want to get it on your hair."
She took us back inside and blow-dried our hair, not letting us help of course.
She rubbed a conditioning agent into my hair, and tied it back into a ponytail,
then did the same thing to Alicia. Next she oiled us down as we'd done to
ourselves for Elizabeth's dinner. After getting us ready, and I use that term
loosely, shining after our grooming session, I never felt more naked, she
inspected us, buffing our mounds, pulling our lips further down, making them
more prominent, and made sure our collars were perfectly even.
Finally, she sprayed a bit of perfume over us, squirting it on our sexes, on our
bellies, and on our necks. A last bit of pale rouge on our cheeks and nipples,
and she sent us towards the kitchen, pointing out the door we were to use.
We walked, unescorted past the pool to the rear entrance leading into the
kitchen. No one had to tell me slaves weren't to use the main entrance. The
kitchen was a bustle of activity with naked slaves scurrying all over with one
stern clothed lady tending several pots and shouting orders. We only stood there
looking lost for a few minutes before we were noticed.
"Alright, you were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!" she chastised us before
splitting us up, sending me off with one slave, and Alicia with another.
The slave guiding me gave me the tour as I tried to keep up with her as she
retrieved items from several large pantries and a dark cellar. She cautioned me
to learn quickly as she pointed out various features in the kitchen, a BBQ pit
set in a small adjoining room, and a small bar area for guest in the pool area.
Several more trips, and Alicia and I knew the kitchen well enough to retrieve
items on our own. My guide was put to work chopping onions, and we returned to
standing at attention while waiting orders for new ingredients. I had time to
watch the proceeding before I was sent on another errand.
The cook did most of the real cooking, hovering over burners on two stoves and
an oven. Slaves did most of the chopping and preparation, except for some key
items the cook did herself. Slaves of course washed dirty bowls, and one slave
in a gold collar even did some cooking and pulled dishes from the oven for the
cook.
I'd been told slaves with gold collars were valuable property and had almost
the status of low level employees, just with the restrictions of being owned and
the limitations and rights of a slave. Otherwise they were prized and saved for
special tasks and for the use of important employees. I assumed this one was
favored by our hostess and had obviously been trained previously as a gourmet
cook, not to mention was in very good shape.
Her breasts were firm and high, with large areolae around pointy nipples. Her
buttocks were likewise firm and muscular, and her legs and arms were equally
firm. Her belly was very cute, flat at her mound and poking out beautifully at
her belly button. As with all of us, her mons and sex were smooth, unlike some
of us her slit was a straight line with only a hint of inner lips peeking out.
I only had a few minutes to dwell on any of this before I was sent off to find
my way to a pantry to bring back an important ingredient the cook had forgotten.
I guessed we were thirty minutes away from serving time and the closer the time
came, the busier the kitchen became. Alicia and I were sent scurrying all over
along with another slave while the rest helped finish preparations and made sure
the dinning room was ready.
Before I realized it, Alicia and I were standing together on one side of the
dinning room door while two other slaves stood on the opposite side, all four of
us waiting for our hostess and guests to come in for dinner. We were instructed
on the general protocols for dinner, chief among them for each of us to seat a
guest in turn, and to return to the kitchen for new dishes whenever a bell rang.
Suddenly I had time to be nervous and the seconds ticked slowly as I waited.
Seemingly hours later, probably in all actuality mere minutes, the first guest
came through the door, and the first slave standing on the other side moved to
escort her to her seat. Her companion moved into action when the next guest came
through, followed by Alicia for the next one, and finally me for the fourth
guest. By the time I was walking towards the latest guest, the first slave was
already resuming her pose. I meet my guest as she walked towards the next chair,
and motioned for her to sit then helped her move her chair towards the table.
I was able to stand at attention for a few minutes after seating my guest！most
of the guests trickled in and two or more of us stood waiting while the
remainder seating guests. Several times though, multiple guests came in together
and all four of us were at work seating guests. Mostly they came in singly or
only several at a time, and one or two of us stood at attention while the others
seating the incoming guests.
Once however, a group of six of the fourteen guests came in at once, and we had
to rush to seat them all. I quickly walked to meet the next in line, my head
bowed in deference, keenly aware of my labia lips forming and reforming against
my thighs as I walked, and got a huge surprise when I looked up at the guest I
was to seat.
"Hello Ann," she said, "I knew you'd make a good slave." I clutched my lower
lips together, as my buttocks clenched together with my horror.
I was speechless as I sat her. She had belonged to my Sorority chapter of
course, and knew both Elizabeth and me. She didn't know me directly and I
hadn't been with her or this might have been easier.
"I've heard about your from Ms. Howell, "she said as she sat down, "You made
the right choice in becoming property. You will never wear clothing on the
island, and you will love it. Your body looks incredible now, it would be a
shame to cover it up."
I had no time to be embarrassed or shook up by her comments. I was sure I would
find myself between her legs, but was too busy to think about it. Knowing that
all choice had already been taken away made it easier too, and I returned to my
place at the door. I'd lost count of the number of guests, and Elizabeth
finally came in, one of the last two.
Unfortunately, I wouldn't get to seat anyone else, after these last two, only
our hostess was missing. I'd hoped to seat my owner, but I was at the end of
the line and would not be called again until time to serve the first course.
Finally Ms. Thomlinson arrived, accompanied by her slave girl Lisa, and the gold
slave I'd seen in the kitchen. Alicia had the honor of seating her at the
opposite end of the table and handled herself quite well despite her
nervousness, shivering and spreading her legs politely when our hostess fingered
Alicia's cunt after being seated.
Alicia's quiet, "Thank you, Mistress" drew smiles from almost all the guests.
Alicia returned to my side, her bare feet padding softly across the carpeted
floor, while our hostess's two slaves politely stood behind her. Ms. Thomlinson
picked a gold bell on the table before her and rang it to signal the first
course.
The next hour was hectic as all four of us served the five courses and attended
to any special needs of the diners. We rushed back and forth with endless
platters of food, meticulously prepared by the cook for each guest. I was
exhausted by the end of the meal, it seemed each guest had some special
request！an extra spice mixture for their food, an extra helping of their
favorite dish, drink refills, I think they asked for everything just to see how
we reacted.
Of course, I got the occasional request to crawl under the table to service a
pussy, and had to carefully decline each offer. I wouldn't have minded！I was
getting used to being used by anyone at anytime very quickly, but we were under
very strict orders not to dally until dinner was over. I blushed as I answered
each proposition with "I'll be glad to lick your pussy later."
They really didn't need me to service them under the table anyway！they just
wanted to try out a different tongue. Each of the guests had their chance to
sigh and moan during the meal. Our hostess had sent her little slave girl Lisa
and the gold slave under the table after making them stand at display during the
first two courses. As I hurried around the table, I saw glimpses of their naked
buttocks, perky slits, and winking assholes as their heads bobbed between a
guest's thighs.
Desert was served in the mansion's sitting room as usual along with plenty of
drinks. Since I'm sure you're wondering by now, the mansion's entire stable
of slaves along with Alicia and I were made available for the use of anyone that
evening. Most of the slaves were just send to visit guests but Alicia, some of
the other favorite slaves, and I had to pose in the sitting room. Standing at
attention for inspection in front of all the guests and enduring questions about
my past was far worse than being used as a sexual toy.
Even worse than that was all that was listening to the ladies discuss what the
four of us should do as their evening entertainment. As I suspected, we were to
perform in front of the crowded group of ladies. There were catcalls of "I want
to see the mother and daughter fuck each other!" but they were overridden and I
was paired with one of the slaves and Alicia with the other.
Slave Lisa produced two strap-on dildos, one for me and one for the slave with
Alicia. I watched Alicia as Lisa strapped the dildo around my waist, anchoring
the end into my wet slave cunt. She chose to lay on the floor on her belly, arms
folded under her head to raise her body slightly and display her high breasts
peeking out from under her. My own pussy began to leak more as I gazed at those
pert tits while she arched and flexed her pelvis, ready to be fucked.
Lisa finished preparing me, the straps around my waist and up my crack felt
strange as I lowered myself towards my partner！it felt so awkward now to have
anything on my body. She waited on her back, legs spread wide to reveal a very
sun-tanned cunt that made the pink of her insides even more prominent. I rested
my full weight against her, enjoying the feel of my breasts and belly against
hers as I fished my hand down to roughly guide my cock into her.
Alicia moaned and stretched as her partner sunk the dildo deep into her yielding
cunt. The slave rested her body atop Alicia, kissing and caressing her as she
fucked my daughter from behind. My slutty Alicia put on a show for the watching
guests, flexing and pushing her naked body against her partner, crying out like
an animal for the transfixed voyeurs.
Both Alicia and I felt thrills shoot down our spines from as we looked up at the
ladies watching us. Knowing we were fucking for an audience made the pleasure of
the act pale in comparison. Our effect on the ladies was obvious！ they had
slipped off their panties by now, and most had fingers buried in their pussies,
moaning as they watched.
A few lucky ones had a tongue instead of fingers to please themselves. Slave
Lisa knelt between her owner's legs, her tongue moving up and down on Ms.
Thomlinson's regal pussy. Our hostess caressed her slave's hair while
commenting on our performances. Her remarks made me hold my head high and pump
with new vigor.
Her gold slave, apparently not Ms. Thomlinson's favorite despite being a gold
slave, knelt eating out one of the guests！one of her most promising employees.
Another of her silver slaves knelt in front of my owner, on her way around the
room. The more I watched the three slaves pleasing guests, the hotter and more
frenzied I became.
I fucked and kissed my partner until she jerked against me, her come flowing and
squishing against my dildo. I heard Alicia cry out in ecstasy as my lover pulled
my dildo off me and we fell into a sixty-nine position. I pushed my own cunt
hard into her face, desperate to come myself and so aroused I couldn't stand
it.
I came so hard I was shaking, my mind clouded from my climaxes. We couldn't
stop even if we'd been sprayed with a hose, and the four of us sort of rolled
together. I found myself eating my own daughter's pussy as the four of us made
love, and someone ate me out. I didn't even know who it was, we were tied up in
a ball, and the tongue drove me into another orgasm and made me lick harder. I
lost track of time, but seemingly hours later we collapsed all satisfied from
multiple orgasms.
I lay there slipping in and out of consciousness as I heard guests get up to
head to their rooms, some of them leading a slave behind them. Elizabeth took
Alicia and I up to her room to spend the night curled up on her floor. She
cautioned us that we'd likely spend our time sleeping in the slave quarters for
the weekend, but for tonight she wanted us with her.
I fell asleep wondering what I had to look forward to for the rest of the
weekend and my impending life as a slave on the island. I was awoken the next
morning and washed roughly outside, then put to work as part of the household
staff, cleaning like I'd used to do at home, just perpetually nude now. We were
allowed to spend the afternoon sunning, exercising and playing at the pool. Both
of us were acquired sleek allover tans, but I was sure that soon I'd be even
darker.
As I lay naked in the burning sun looking forward to the airplane ride Elizabeth
had promised to the Island, I wasn't really sure if this was real, or if I was
still on the floor in Elizabeth's room still dreaming. One thing I knew for
sure, I was constantly aroused and despite the madding feeling from being denied
orgasm, I didn't want anything more.
