The Whipped Heiress Ch 08

I had been raped for the public entertainment of a large crowd of perverts. I should have been righteously outraged or traumatized, but instead a felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as if I had been seeking this sort of public humiliation, abuse, and objectification my entire life and I was grateful to have finally found it.

Yeah, I know. I'm a grab bag of confusing emotions and psychological pandemonium.

With me still naked, bound and gagged, Kloe took me back into the house. The crowds who had been savoring my public degradation were disappointed, but Kloe assured them there would be more to come later. And not everything a mistress does with her slave has to be shared with the public.

When we got back inside, Kloe took me to her bedroom. Thomai and Iliana proceeded to untie me and Dru removed my gag.

"You put on a great show for the people outside," Kloe told me as she unzipped her pants. "But the main responsibility of any slave is to provide her mistress with lots and lots of orgasms."

I was pushed down to my knees as Kloe took of her pants and then slid off her panties. Iliana commented on Kloe's lack of pubic hair.

"I went to Helena, and I got my pubic region waxed," Kloe explained.

"I heard that waxing is painful," Thomai commented.

"Oh, it's extremely painful," Kloe confirmed. "They rip your pubic hairs out by the roots. It's an unpleasant ordeal, but when it's over, you're so smooth and touchable down there."

"I think it looks cute," Dru confirmed.

Kloe's friends spent several minutes complimenting her on the smoothness of her vulva and assuring her that she looked adorable. Then my face was shoved into her adorable vulva, and I was ordered to lick her to orgasm.

"

Oomph,"

I exclaimed inarticulately as my mouth was smooshed up against her pink slit. Then I held onto her buttocks and worked my tongue up and down her swollen pubic lips, eliciting a series of girlish gasps.

"Good girl," gasped Kloe as I tasted her vagina. "Make your mistress happy."

Her hips squirmed, and she made girlish noises of pleasure as my tongue went to work. Feverish body heat radiated off her skin as I pressed my face into her pelvis and held onto her butt cheeks. It was clear I was doing a respectable job of pleasuring her.

"

Oh, aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh, aaaaahhhhh,"

Kloe panted as a worked my tongue up and down the slick folds of her labia. I continued to do that, occasionally working my tongue into her vagina, and searching for her g-spot. She was highly responsive and everything I did with my tongue seemed to excite her.

As I knelt in front of Kloe and buried my face in her crotch, her friends stood behind me and made small talk in Sklavian. I couldn't understand a word they said, although I'd be willing to bet that they were discussing the wicked things they would do to me if I belonged to them instead of Kloe.

The folds of her pussy seemed to become wetter and more delicious the more I plied my tongue across them. And as I thrust my tongue deep into her cleft, I found an extremely responsive spot and my mistress gasped as the tip of my tongue brushed across it.

"Ohhhhhh!"

She squirmed and grabbed my head, forcing my face deeper into her crotch and encouraging me to work my tongue across that deliciously sensitive spot. I took the hint and concentrated my attentions there.

She wriggled her hips and made erotic panting sounds as I worked my tongue deep inside of her and stimulated her g-spot. She swayed and ground her pelvis against my face, making happy breathing noises and I licked at her and fucked her with my tongue.

She rode my face, rubbing her pink slit up and down my face, making it difficult for me to keep my tongue inside of her. Despite her constantly grinding her pelvis across my mouth, she eventually came, screaming and moaning and making the most delicious sounds as she reached orgasm.

I licked her pussy clean and then I was ordered to lick her friends to orgasm as well.

Dru wanted to make out with me first. So, I stood up and lovingly wrapped my arms around Dru and fused my lips to hers while Thomai and Iliana watched. Dru was a passionate kisser and she moaned into my mouth and massaged her tongue lovingly across mine as we made out.

Thomai and Iliana said things in Sklavian as Dru and I kissed. I couldn't understand the words, but they sounded enthusiastic. I think they were words of encouragement. Dru was an attractive, young woman and so was I. And I was stark naked, so the two of us kissing must have been a deliciously erotic sight for the women watching us.

Of course, Dru's friends slapped me on the ass and touched me all over while Dru and I were kissing. When you're a naked slave nobody asks permission. They just reach out and grab you. Your whole body is available to be ogled, poked, prodded, squeezed, and pinched.

Dru's tongue probed my mouth and caressed my tongue in a way that made me moan. And as we kissed, Dru's hands roamed around my body, caressing my back, my waist, my shoulders and finally grasping my sore buttocks and kneading them, grasping them, fondling them, exploring the furrow in between and stroking the delicious line that separated my buttocks from the backs of my thighs.

When we broke from the kiss, I was panting. So was Dru, but she had a blissful, triumphant smile on her face. She looked vigorous and energized.

Then, two of Kloe's friends grabbed me and pushed me down onto the bed. Hands grabbed at me and spread me out. They pulled and positioned me, so I was face up, with my legs far apart and my arms out to the sides. It was a very vulnerable position, every inch of me was exposed and vulnerable to Kloe and her friends.

Dru ended up straddling my face and ordering me to lick her pussy while the other women touched me all over, feeling me up, fingertips traveled all across my naked body.

I couldn't see who was doing what to me, but I distinctly recall the sensations of my breasts being grabbed, kneaded like bread dough, and my poor nipples being pinched and pulled and rolled until they were overly sensitive, hard nubs.

While I licked at Dru's plump, glistening pubic lips, her friends toyed with my naked body. Dru was riding my face, blocking my view of what was going on, but I could feel a woman's tongue licking me between my widespread legs, my swollen clit clitoris was lavished with attention and fingers pried my sex open and probed my vagina.

I lied there on my back, gasping as fingers and a woman's tongue took possession of my pussy. If I squirmed or moved around too much, the women would pull my arms and legs far apart once again and they admonished me to remain in position.

"Spread eagle," one of them snapped at me. "Keep your arms and legs spread out like an X. If you can't follow such simple instructions on your own, we'll tie you that way."

I moaned, but somehow managed to follow orders. It wasn't easy to keep my body motionless and spread wide open while I was groped and fingered, but I seemed to manage it somehow.

It was a very trying time, with the violent, churning emotions and passions and sensation sweeping through me, but I wasn't supposed to react as my breasts were roughly kneaded, my nipples were pinched, my thighs were fondled and gloriously naughty things were done to my vagina and clitoris.

Fingers probed deep into my tight pussy, pressing upwards against the front wall of my sex as somebody licked me up and down the line of my sex. I writhed and my pelvis and buttocks raised up off the mattress repeatedly, bouncing up and down. I got lightheaded and trembled as my body temperature rose into a feverish heat.

I could feel a woman's tongue slide upwards from my pussy, across my taut abs until there was a woman's mouth sucking and licking and chewing at my breasts. I trembled and attempted to keep my body in the spreadeagle position ever though I was being overwhelmed with erotic sensation that demanded a reaction on my part.

Dru moaned and writhed across my face as she came, screaming in uninhibited excitement as her orgasm ripped through her. She panted and sighed and climbed off my face, but I only had a few seconds to rest up from licking her pussy before one of her friends climbed up and straddled my head. I think it was Thomai. She lowered her pussy down against my mouth as she spread her legs wide. She reached down and gathered in my hair, then jammed my mouth against her sex.

I licked determinedly, following her instructions. She was highly aroused before she ever straddled my face, and she came forcefully within a short period of time. And as soon as she rolled off me, another woman jammed her crotch against my face. Of course, her pubic lips were already pink and puffy and wet with her juices before I even got started on her.

I whimpered as I was given my orders to make her cum, and then she went to work, vigorously grinding her sopping pussy back and forth over my mouth and face as her friends groped me, pinched my hard, swollen nipples and explored my wet pussy with their fingers.

"Make it good, slave girl, or I'll spank your pretty little bottom." I licked frantically as she ground her face against me, moaning and gasping for breath, my eyes glassy as I sucked on her clitoris and licked as fast and hard as I could.

It feels like this went on for hours, and at some point, we all feel asleep in a big naked pile of arms and legs and breasts and buttocks on Kloe's bed. I was physically and emotionally exhausted and I didn't wake up until the sun rose the next morning.

_ _

I awoke to find Kloe's mother had crept silently into the room. I gasped and reflexively tried to cover up my nudity with my hands.

She he put her hand over my mouth and put her finger against his own lips. I nodded, letting her know I understood. She took his hand away from my mouth and then she gently took hold of my wrists and pulled them away from my body.

"Slaves aren't permitted modesty. Haven't you learned that by now?"

Technically I had learned that, but I found it to be painfully awkward that Mrs. Papantoniou found me in bed with her naked daughter, and a collection of her naked friends. If my mother had found me naked and buried underneath a pile of boobs and buttocks in my bed, she would have been flustered and blushed so intensely she'd have been in danger of passing out.

Mrs. Papantoniou acted as if it was a common occurrence to find her daughter naked and entwined in the bodies of a plethora of likewise naked women. She took my hand and pulled me up out of the bed. She did this with grace and caution, careful not to wake any of the other women who were in the bed with me.

"Reporters and cameramen are here. More will be here soon," she whispered. "I need to get you bathed and groomed before they get too impatient. I want you to look as enticing as possible for the media circus today."

I was led into a well-equipped bathroom and Mrs. Papantoniou ran the water, making it nice and warm so she could bathe and groom me. When it was the proper depth and temperature, she had me get into the tub.

"Kneel, with your knees as far apart as you can get them," she told me. "And place your hands behind the back of your neck."

It was a familiar pose. It left a slave girl as open and accessible as possible. Slave owners loved for slaves to display themselves like this. And once properly posed, Mrs. Papantoniou grabbed a bottle of bodywash and proceeded to wash me all over.

She lathered and rubbed and teased my every inch of my naked body. Her hands roamed all over my back, she washed my neck, then my chest. She lingered forever on my naked breasts, running her slippery hands over my nipples until they felt inflamed, swollen and embarrassingly erect.

"I love how firm your body is," Mrs. Papantoniou said as she continued to cup my breasts and rub her thumbs across my excited nipples, "You're so lithe and athletic, it's almost like you're an athlete."

She explored every other part of my body, running her hands across my calves, my obliques, my abdomen, my ribcage, my armpits, my collarbone, my throat, everywhere except my throbbing, desperately needy loins.

I squirmed and moaned and whimpered, but she took her time.

Her soapy hands explored my body and I gasped and trembled as her fingertips stimulated my nerve endings. At some point, her slick hands moved down my obliques and glutes and moved towards my loins.

Of course, my labia were shockingly visible, plump, and glistening with moisture at this point. Kloe and her friends hadn't allowed me any sexual relief the night before, even though I had licked them all to breathtaking orgasms, and when Kloes's mother touched me between my legs, I began to moan and tremble almost immediately. I desperately needed to cum, and the more Mrs. Papantoniou worked her fingers across my pubic lips, the more insistently my pussy throbbed with aching need.

I gave Kloe's mother a pleading look, hoping she would take pity on me, but she took her hands away from my inflamed pubic lips before I could achieve orgasmic relief. She then proceeded to move her soapy hands down my thighs, leaving me groaning with intense sexual need.

I tried to remain still as I was touched all over, but it was extremely difficult. My buttocks were still sore, and I flinched when she ran her hands up and down my backside. Then, I gasped as she worked her fingers into the tight furrow between my buttocks and began to soap up my asshole.

"Ohhh!"

"Don't be sore jumpy, Heather," the older woman advised me. "I'm not going spear your cute little asshole. I just need to make sure you're clear back there."

I tried not to panic as her slick fingers rubbed up and down the tender flesh of my anus and then she got a washcloth out. She got it soaking wet and began to rub me all over with it.

"Heather?"

"Yes, Mrs. Papantoniou?"

"Call me Morgane, the same as you call my daughter Kloe. I'm curious, dear. From what I've heard, in the United States, you were some sort of heiress, correct? You came from a very wealthy American family?"

"The Mädchen family," I confirmed. "I'm the sole heiress to the vast Mädchen publishing fortune."

"And yet, now you're a slave. What I'm trying to fix in my mind is the drastic difference between then and now--a wealthy young woman in America, now a naked slave in Sklavia."

"It's been quite a shock," I admitted. "I've had fantasies for years about being a naked sex slave, to be punished and publicly exhibited...but the reality of being a slave is so much more intense than any fantasy. It's been overwhelming. Sometimes, I feel like I bit off more than I can chew."

"What's been the hardest part for you?"

"Being naked. In my fantasies, being constantly naked is an overwhelming turn on, but the constant nudity in a foreign land, where dozens of fully clothed strangers get to gawk at my nudity, stare at my exposed breasts and bald pubes and I can't down anything about it...sometimes it's too much, and I just want to go home."

"But, of course, you can't."

"Of course, I cant."

"It's all terribly sexual," Mrs. Papantoniou commented as she continued to rinse me off. "When I bought you, your pubic lips were swollen and glistening with your juices. And they were still that way when I found you in my daughter's bed this morning. You're constantly sexually aroused, aren't you?"

I blushed at the question. It was embarrassing, but I admitted that I was.

"It's like I can't turn my libido off," I confessed. "Being naked and objectified constantly at the mercy of harsh mistresses who are willing to punish me for the slightest misstep. It keeps me in a potent state of sexual arousal. I can't turn it off."

"Believe it or not, I'd value a single incident in which I forcibly stripped, take from my home and made to be a naked slave in chains. The shock of adjustment must be vivid. I'd like to experience it, but it's something I'll never know--except through you."

"You wouldn't like it," I insisted. "You think you would, but when you're standing there, naked, bound, enduring a harsh punishment that you haven't earned, trembling and in tears as hundreds of prurient strangers gawk at you and yell crude things at you, you'll see that it's all too overwhelming and cruel and you'll be willing to do anything to go back to your old life."

"You poor girl." Morgane said as she helped me and out of the tub so she could dry me off. "It's sounds as if you've suffered a great deal. And now I've bought you for young Kloe who is a cruel little witch half the time."

"I knew what I was getting into when I signed my slave contract," I assured Mrs. Papantoniou. "I knew people would be cruel to me. The things Kloe has done to me...it's not any worse than what I was expecting."

"Well, aren't you just a little treasure?"

Morgane hugged me affectionately. I savored the sensation of her warm embrace, then she surprised me by kissing me. And not a chaste, motherly sort of kiss either, but a long, passionate kiss on the lips. And when she tried to push her tongue into my mouth, I let her. It felt wrong somehow to be kissed like this by Kloe's mother. I mean...I was Kloe's slave. I was Kloe's sexual plaything. To be kissed so passionately by Kloe's mother felt almost like incest. I mean, mothers and daughters never shared lovers, did they?

When we finally broke from the kiss, we were both breathing heavily. My bare breasts visibly rose and fell as I panted, and I looked into Morgane's eyes, wondering how far she intended to take this. I had just spent half the night having sex with Morgane's daughter, but that kiss had reignited my libido. My nipples were visibly hard, and I could feel a soft, wet pulse in my sex. Going from having sex with Kloe to having sex with Kloe's mother would be awkward, but I was a sex slave now and my body was chronically aroused. I would have sex with anyone who demanded it.

"I would love to violate that young, firm body of yours," Morgane informed me, "but there are camera crews and spectators on the front lawn right now, and they're eagerly waiting for you to make an appearance. The longer I keep them waiting, the more disagreeable they're going to become."

Having said that, she led me downstairs and showed me to the front door. She pushed me in front of her and ordered me to open the door and step outside.

I froze when I saw how many people were standing on the front lawn. There had to be at least a hundred of them and they all immediately focused their gazes on me. I felt a churning fear in my belly as both men and women openly stared at my naked body and a sense of panic began to form. Adrenaline was pumping through me like crazy. Being stark naked and being ogled by scores of prurient men and women can do a lot to trigger a fear reaction in a person.

Then Morgan smacked me hard on my bare bottom and said, "Don't just stand there! Your public awaits! Move! Move!"

I was herded outside. If I stopped moving or walked too slowly, Morgane gave my ass a hard slap to spur me back into motion. The crowd of people got closer and closer, and I became increasingly nervous. Eventually, I was close enough that one of the reporters was able to reach out and touch me. She grabbed my arm, pulled me closer and said something in Sklavian. I didn't understand a word of it. She saw the blank look on my face and turned to Morgane instead.

The two women spoke congenially in Sklavian for a few minutes. I had no idea what they were saying, but then Morgane turned to me and explained what was going on.

"More slaves will be arriving today. But until they get here, the media and the spectators will all be focusing on you, so, you need to do your best to entertain them."

I was ordered to stand with my hands clasped behind the back of my neck, my spine arched, my chest thrust out and my knees far apart. The reporter looked me up and down, studying my posture, apparently, there was something about my posture she didn't like, but when she criticized it in Sklavian, I didn't understand a word she said.