Angela shuffled back to her room after muted goodbyes to her friends. Each of them was happy and embarrassed for different reasons. All she could think about was those two young guys taking her mother. While in a state of rapturous pleasure, she hadn't been able to prevent it, though she would still be in real trouble for letting it happen, when her father returned home.
By the time she noticed the two of them using her helpless mother, it was too late. They hadn't realised who it was they were using like a common whore. What could she have done? Shouted at her friends to stop fucking her mother? Should she have pleaded with them to pull their cocks from her mother's mouth and pussy?
Damn it! Her father had left her in charge, as mistress of the home and the slaves. It should have been another stage in her training experience, yet it ended in a disaster. She had let everyone down.
The damn teacher had been fucked by one of her students, which wasn't too bad, except for her. The guy loved fucking his teacher, though he pretended not to recognise her.
Angela collapsed on the bed sobbing a flood of tears.
Hollie stared at her mistress, unable to feel sorry for the harridan.
***
Angela was supposed to be her mistress, and taking care of her for Roger. Yet the nasty girl had spanked her, and stripped her naked before the young eighteen year old guests. They had laughed at the large hoop earrings, taking a great delight in reading the words slut, dangling from them. They recognised her as a slut, not as a professional teacher.
They had thoroughly humiliated her by playing with the piercings in her nipples and pussy lips. One of her students, Mark had been playing with her slave collar, working the chains pulling on her sex.
The look of recognition in Mark's eyes, while she stood naked before him, still whirled through her head. She had been stoked up by the humiliation of being a sexual plaything for these adolescents to taunt. Breathing heavily, almost ready to orgasm, he looked at her closely, and recognised her as his teacher. The awful look of shock on his face left her feeling small and insignificant. All she could do was obediently let him play with her body, while the cruel adolescents goaded him on.
Angela demonstrated her dominance by ordering Hollie to lick her mistress's pussy, in front of everyone. When Hollie felt a cock enter her, she just knew it was Mark. Burying her face in Angela's sopping pussy was the only escape. When Angela roughly pushed her away, she crawled off to the bedroom, like a naughty pet bitch, with a tail between her legs.
***
Deciding this might be an opportunity to escape, Hollie took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She crawled from the closet where she had been hiding.
"Mistress, are you alright?" she asked, putting on a sound of concern.
"No!" Angela angrily retorted.
Hollie stroked her hair and nestled her like a child, feeling a hypocrite from the distaste she felt for the girl.
"Get some sleep, you'll feel a lot better in the morning," she soothingly spoke. Not understanding the girl's mumbled complaints, she was nevertheless pleased to hear her quieten down. Eventually her breathing subsided until she began to snore.
Hollie quietly slipped away, relieved not to be blamed for whatever Angela was angry about. On the deep pile carpet she silently made her way along the corridor, passing the mother's bedroom. Peering in she saw the woman spread out on a king sized bed, still wearing the tight leather bodysuit, with the crotch pulled open. A glance was enough to see she was deeply involved in a sexual fantasy.
***
Bridget was furious over her daughter's misuse of her. She understood why her husband had left their daughter in charge of the home and her, but it was still demeaning to be her daughter's slave. She shouldn't have been serving at the party, even though her face had been covered, so she wasn't recognised.
Her daughter should have remained aloof from it all, so as to look after her two slaves. Instead she became involved and lost control, letting two of her friend's sons take advantage. They had given her no choice. The two adolescents had roughly taken her with the vigour of youth, driving their cocks hard into her body.
She lay back with eyes closed, slowly rubbing the boys leaking cum over her engorged pussy lips. She pouted her lips to suck a sperm wet finger, remembering the other boy roughly fucking her mouth. She tasted their bitter sex juice, revelling in the appalling use of her body by two, young virile men. This time it was a slow stimulation of her senses, for a prolonged build to a powerful orgasm.
***
Hollie quietly left her to it, making her way downstairs. With both women out of the way she could explore the master's library. She hesitated on the threshold of the powerful male dominion. It smelt of polished leather, with a background layer of cigar smoke, laced with single malt whisky.
Hollie jumped back a step when a clock chimed. It was getting late, with little time to be worried about an empty room. Overcoming the fright spurred her on. Heading straight to the large old fashioned desk, she defiantly pulled the chair from the desk's well, obviously positioned by the master of the house. Sliding each draw in turn she found nothing of importance. Her heart began to flutter at the prospect of the vital items being locked in a safe.
At the back of the bottom left draw, was a package. Carefully slitting open a brown envelope, with an ornate paperknife, she tipped the contents onto the green leather desktop. Three keys sparkled among the papers. The sudden metallic noise sounded loud in the quiet muffled room, startling her. Taking a deep breath she reached for the documents, and stuffed them back into the envelope.
She sat on the edge of the chair, with legs spread, hoping these were the ones she needed. With both hands to steady the shakes, she matched a key to a lock. It didn't fit. She took the other key and tried it on one of the wrist cuffs. "Damn!" she quietly exclaimed.
Realising her mistake she guided the key to a tiny lock at her crotch. The hand shook too much to enter the hole. One hand shook the lock, and the key trembled in the other. "Get a grip! You stupid little slave girl," Hollie fiercely told herself.
The key at last slid into the bottom of the lock. She had to suppress a cry of joy when it turned. A knuckle caught her lips, and without thinking she touched her sex. Before she could think to stop, her finger was worming its way inside, with a thumb pressing upon her swollen bud.
She lifted her legs upon the desk, spreading them wide, while frigging her pussy hard. A few strokes and she silently climaxed. Breathing heavily she was at least relieved to find her hands no longer shook. Finding she was still so very sensitive proved to be an added problem.
Carefully she pulled the chains from between her legs, running them between two fingers, to prevent contact with her sex. Though her nipples were sensitive, pulling them through the piercing rings wasn't so fraught with danger. Now the ends were loose she could at last pull them through the slave collar loop.
Almost free!
The first key she pushed into a cuff lock, and turned it. She rubbed her free wrist vigorously, delighting at the wonderful feeling. The other wrist was unlocked then quickly the ankle locks were opened, freeing her of the Sirik chains. They dangled heavily from the slave collar as a potent symbol of her status. Threading the chains carefully through the collar, the balance suddenly shifted. The links rattled through the loop to pool in a heap at her feet.
Hollie slumped back onto the chair, feeling weak and so very happy. A big smile lit her face for the first time in days. It felt like weeks. She was free of her slave chains, though the feeling of being enslaved would take far longer to shake off.
Leaning back in the chair she began to realise there was no going back now. She would have to make her escape. Where was Roger? She tapped a keyboard to find the computer was alive, and still signed on with Angela's profile. A list of emails appeared, though nothing from Roger was listed.
Her slave name Cindy was in the title of the latest email. Hesitating from the need to run and escape, she nevertheless clicked on it to see the content. She gasped, and read the damning document again. Angela had arranged for her to be collected tomorrow morning, by a Pony Training master!
Hollie sat back in the chair, playing back in her mind all that had been said about such a strict training regime. "The fucking bitch!" Hollie exclaimed. The uncharacteristic curse awoke a deep latent anger. All that the girl had done to her came flooding into her mind, demanding retribution.
Hollie walked into Angela's bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. The girl was on her back with mouth wide, snoring with the sound of a jet engine. She pinched a nipple to rouse her. Angela was bigger, and stronger, so she had to be careful.
"Here, drink this, you must be dry," Hollie quietly encouraged.
Without a thank you, or the slightest acknowledgement, Angela knocked back the fruit juice. She turned over and fell back to sleep.
Hollie was pleased with the adolescent tendency to need plenty of sleep, as it made the task so much easier. Watching the nasty girl for a moment from the doorway, she turned away at last feeling safe, and made her way to the mother's room.
She too was asleep, with a hand clamped between her thighs. The leather crotch had been pulled apart revealing her sex. The leather and her pussy were covered in strong, acrid smelling juices. The drying mess encrusted the leather and the woman's hand.
