Slave Girl

Having escaped from Celia’s family who had kept her for months as a slave, we drove for three days and nights. This gave us a large distance gap between us and hopefully they would not be able to trace us.

We settled down to family life.

Celia was breast feeding the baby and I was out looking for work. I enjoyed taking up with a settled ‘normal’ life after the trials we had gone through. The drug seemed to work off quite quickly without seeming to affect us mentally.

Each time I returned from job hunting I looked forward to rejoining Celia whose frame of mind always seemed to be very receptive as regards sexual activity. In this respect the drugs seem to have had a very beneficial effect, as she always appeared to look forward to some form of sex immediately on my return.

I would give her a long embrace with great lip contact between us. I would unfasten her blouse and pull down the flaps of her nursing bra so I could have my quick aperitif of baby milk before going upstairs to the shower.

On some occasions she greeted me at the door wearing only garter belt stockings and high heeled shoes. Never has anyone received a sexier welcome home.

Fortunately the baby was usually asleep when I returned home and in these circumstances Celia, who doesn’t take long to get stripped, quickly joined me in the shower. Sometimes however she didn’t bother to strip but joined me in the shower fully clothed. I really enjoyed peeling her wet clothing from her body, revealing her lovely engorged breasts with their huge dark areolas.

I gave them a long fondle and suck, taking into my mouth all the milk the baby has left for me. After drinking my fill I would remove her skirt and panties and there she was before me,totally nude and awaiting my pleasure. We usually embraced at this point and I slide my fingers into her cunt and ass alternately whilst she holds my cock or inserts her fingers in my ass.

After we had soaped and cleaned each other we retired to the bedroom for our pre dinner fuck. In the early days after our escape this would begin with me lubricating her ass, first with my tongue and then with my pre-cum. Her cunt was still too sore from the birth to have vaginal intercourse so it was always anal for us.

She would get on the bed on all fours and I would slowly insert my cock into her ass, moving very slowly to cause as little pain as possible. This was in direct contrast to the way she had been treated by her family. At the same time as I am inserting my cock in her asshole I was caressing her pendulous breasts, running my fingertips along the nipples before taking the whole breast lovingly into my hand.

She loves this treatment and tells me it helps remove the scars of her treatment meted out whilst she was a slave.

Having fully inserted my cock in her asshole I fuck her gently for a few minutes before speeding up to bring us both to orgasm at which point I ejaculate and fill her bowels with my cum. We would stay joined until my cock deflated and gradually slipped out of her asshole at which point we would both lie on our backs whilst we regained our normal breathing patterns. Having come back down from our highs, Celia would then lie on top of me in a sixty-nine position and whilst she cleaned my cock I would suck my sperm out of her dripping asshole.

Occasionally the routine was varied and Celia would don a strap-on and fuck me up the ass instead of me fucking her.

In these cases I would indicate to her when I was about to cum and she would pull out of my asshole and lie on the bed so I could cover her tits with my ejaculate. I then took great pleasure in cleaning her up, playing my tongue along her nipples at the same time, which mostly ended in her climaxing, as her nipples had become very sensitive.

It was not long, about two weeks, before she felt that her cunt had settled down and so we could have full vaginal intercourse together once again.

The anal intercourse was not abandoned however but now we had yet another variation on our sexual pleasures.

After our strenuous sexual exercises we went into a long cuddle before once again entering the shower to freshen up for dinner.

When she finally started her periods again we devised yet another variation to our increasing number of pleasures. This did not affect the pre dinner games but we added an extra activity to our post dinner pleasures.

We found, purely by accident, that we both enjoyed fucking whilst she was having her menstrual periods. In fact she told me that it seemed to heighten her pleasure enormously during this short spell.

When she was in full flow we would put a waterproof sheet on the bed, she would lie down on her back and raise her knees up to her chest whereupon I would crawl between her thighs and slowly remove the tampon. Having removed it from her bloody cunt I would say to her “Are you in the mood for being gagged today my love?” and if she said,“Yes, dear. Please gag me.” I would transfer the tampon to her mouth to be used as a gag.

I would then crawl even closer between her thighs and inch by inch insert my cock into her. This would then be a nice, loving, leisurely fuck. I would remain inside her cunt for at least thirty minutes before I filled her with my hot slimy sperm, making sure that she had had at least two orgasms before this occurred. Several kisses later,(after removing the gag) I would slide out of her cunt and lie on my back to await the final act of the post dinner pleasures.

Celia would move over me and cover my mouth with her leaking cunt. I would let the mixture of my sperm, her juices and her blood slowly ooze into my mouth.

I do so like creampies, especially bloody ones and to me this was the climax of the activities. All was not quite finished however and more times than not she would say to me, “Are you ready for your post prandial drink, my love?” To which I always replied, “Let the amber nectar flow. I am ready and waiting my precious.”

On hearing my answer she let her bladder open and filled my mouth with her golden pee, making sure she controlled the flow to enable me to be able to drink most of it.

This then was how we lived our lives and we hoped it would continue forever.

Life unfortunately is never like that. Something always seems to change, usually for the worse and our life was no different from anyone else’s. Unknown to us all this idyllic lifestyle was about come to an abrupt halt and everything was about to change.

One day about three months after we had moved there was a knock on the door. I was out working so Celia put the baby in its cot and went to the door.

What a shock she got. There standing at the door was her mother Kerry.

“So this is where you are hiding,” said Kerry as Celia answered the door. Celia was speechless and before she could think of anything to say to her mother, Kerry had forced herself inside.

She left the door open because she knew that there were others to follow her in. She hustled Celia into the lounge and forced her to sit herself down. “Aren’t you going to offer your old mother a drink then?” she asked, bringing Celia to her senses at last. Celia went off to the kitchen to fetch the drinks and when she returned her mother said, “Where are the mixers to go with the drinks Celia?”

Celia went back into the kitchen and while she was away her mother managed to drug the drink that Celia was about to consume.

At the same time Lian, George and Jim sneaked in through the front door and hid in the next room.

After Celia returned from the kitchen she and Kerry started chat whilst drinking their cocktails. Soon Celia realised what had happened, she began to feel the effects of the drug but realised she could do nothing to prevent what was about to happen next.

Kerrys smile was like that of a contented serpent who knew the kill was certain. “Get naked,” she said. The blood thundering in her ears, Celia stared stunned for one moment as she decided if she could escape. With those huge, brilliant blue eyes scrutinising her she felt something undefinable. Fear certainly, but also a mixture of pride and resentment that amounted, so her liquid loins proclaimed, to excitement.

Coyly turning away from the blaze of Kerrys gaze, Celia reached for the fastenings and as gracefully as she could manage, stepped naked from her dress. Taking a deep breath she turned to face Kerry. Kerry rose from the couch and came forward to stand immediately in front of her.

“You have a beautiful body, but lets make it more so. Put your hands on your head and brace your arms back. You see what that does for your breasts?” Celia found her voice lost in her throat and could only nod. “Now open your legs a little,” she said as she reached out a gentle hand to cup the side of Celia’s face.

This touch caused Celia to flinch as if struck, and when the hand travelled down her face to her neck and the firm flesh of her shoulders she shuddered and involuntarily turned towards the hand as if to beg it to move to her breasts.

“Look at me,” murmured Kerry. “Look only into my eyes.”

Bringing her eyes to meet those dazzling, devastating eyes, Celia felt lost. “Do you know what I am doing to you?” Kerry asked, and reading the answer in Celia’s desperate eyes, she smiled. “And is that what you want me to do to you?” Finding a hoarse voice and nodding, Celia said “Yes!”

Kerry lifted her head and reminding Celia to keep her eyes open and on hers, moved her hand with agonising slowness to caress her breasts, first with her fingertips and then with nerve tingling trails of her long nails, brushing against Celia’s urgently roused nipples. “Ah!” sighed Kerry. “You like that, do you? Do you like pain?” Her throat once more numbed, Celia could only nod.

“A flicker of pain to spice the moment or the crescendo of feeling that comes with the whip?” Celia shook her head. “Not the whip,” she managed. Kerry nodded as if that answer was pleasing to her. “But my caress? You find that pleasant?” Celia’s nod was answered with a sudden nip of Kerry’s nails on her aroused flesh. “Answer me properly.” “Yes.”

“Look nowhere but into my eyes,” Kerry said as her hands sought out the swell of Celia’s belly and the fingers of one hand traced the contours of her pubis while the other gently played with Celia’s half-opened lips. Despite everything, Celia raised up onto tiptoe to thrust her pubis towards Kerry’s hand.

Kerry’s smile showed she understood the plea in Celia’s eyes, which now stung with the effort of holding Kerry’s gaze. “Do I judge that I may do with you as I will?” asked Kerry. “Yes please!” Celia all but screamed as Kerry’s roving fingers plunged deeply, causing her body to crease almost double, an action which brought her mouth into contact with Kerry’s throat where her lips, as if on their own volition, kissed greedily.

A tug at her hair brought Celia’s head suddenly back to stare into Kerry’s now wild eyes. “I will tell you when you may kiss me,” she seethed through angry lips as the hand left Celia’s belly to streak across her cheek.

“Good.”

There was a pause while Kerry seemed to be considering what she might do next. Celia was startled to hear her address a third party. “Lian , my lovely, come here.”

Into Celia’s peripheral gaze came the beautiful Chinese girl Lian who had come into the room so silently that this was the first Celia knew of her presence.

Lian, wearing a green silk cheongsam, came to stand at Kerry’s shoulder. Her flawless face reflected no emotion as her clear eyes looked into Celia’s.

“Whilst you were our slave,” Kerry said to Celia “you had the temerity to attempt to refuse Lian’s caresses.You will apologise to Lian. Get onto your knees.”

Feeling that her entire body had been eviscerated and replaced with ice, Celia knelt.

“Look at us,” Kerry ordered.

Raising her eyes, Celia was immediately struck with the resemblance between the two beautiful women – born 10,000 miles apart – but as similar as sisters with their black hair, almond shaped eyes and flawless skin. The only real difference between them was the structure of their facial bones and that Lian was very much smaller in height.

Celia was now forced to watch as Kerry’s hands caressed the shoulders of the impassive oriental girl until one hand sought out the fastenings of the cheongsam and, flicking them open, letting the material fall away to reveal her perfectly formed small breasts. It was Lian who stepped from the cheongsam and cast it aside before resuming her docile stance in Kerry’s half embrace.

"You may kiss Lian's’feet and tell her you are sorry for your impudence,” Kerry murmured.

Kneeling further forward Celia felt that she had somehow been caught up in an oriental ritual. Lian’s feet were shod with green silk sandal-like shoes of such exquisite beauty that it added to the electric thrill of humiliation she felt. Kissing first one then the other of the tiny feet that seemed sculpted from ivory, she murmured her plea to be forgiven to Lian.

“Good,” said Kerry in a more positive tone. “Now you will move yourself to lie on the bed.”

Rising to her feet, unable to look at either woman, Celia obediently padded to the bed where Kerry ended her uncertainty about how she was to lie. “On your back,” she was told.

As Celia lay back she had a rush of understanding of how well she had been prepared for this moment. “May I be tied?” she asked as Kerry came to loom over her. Kerry nodded and presented two thick ribbons of padded silk. “I was about to do just that,” she answered. Making a loop at one end of the silk ribbon Kerry snapped it closed about Celia’s wrist before turning it several times about the bedhead as if tethering a horse.

Moving round the bed she stretched Celia’s other wrist to the fullest before securing that. Celia lay there revelling in her now total helplessness. Her excitedly lit eyes came once more to Kerry to see that she held another band of silk in her hand. “Yes!” she purred as the silk was tied about her eyes to make a blindfold.

It was now silent apart from the sound of rustling material.

Celia guessed that Lian was stripping Kerry. When she heard whispers between the other two women Celia felt a stab of jealousy as she imagined the caresses passing between them whilst she was crying out for their touch. “Please!” she called and in answer she felt someone’s weight on the bed.

She next felt fingernails being drawn the full length of her leg to inside her thigh. The hand came to press down on her pubic bone and she sought to wrap her legs about her tormentor. The girl, now identifiable as Lian, lay her weight onto Celia’s legs and Celia felt Lian’s soft breasts pressing against her inner thighs. Slim fingers sought to open her cunt. She felt the searing contact of a firm tongue causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her legs went out to wrap themselves about Lian as Lian’s tongue went deep inside her cunt. A gentle finger on her lips stilled her cry.

She took the finger into her mouth, sucking on it and the two others that followed. Next she felt Kerry’s naked body stretching out alongside her and the fingers withdrawn to be replaced by soft lips closing on hers causing a huge clash of tongues.

Lian’s lips had meanwhile found her aroused clitoris where they alternately nipped and sucked the tender bud. Celia’s sensations redoubled as Kerry’s teeth now closed on her hard nipples. Next thing she heard was Kerry saying “Shall I ravage you now?”

Celia heard her own voice answering. “Yes! Yes!” she waited breathless as she felt Lian’s weight leave her to be replaced with the heavier Kerry.

Keen to feel everything that might be done to her she felt a nudge between her thighs and the entry of a large solid dildo. Her pleasure soared. It didn’t matter that it was not human. It mattered only that Kerry’s arms were round her, Kerry’s mouth on hers and her upward thrusts met by the press of Kerry’s beautiful breasts on hers. Her legs wrapped about Kerry’s body, the thought that she was giving pleasure to her own wondrous mother only served to heighten her own pleasure.

Huge waves of pleasure rolled through her delighted body and only Kerry’s mouth on hers prevented her crying out in sheer joy. It was only when Kerry removed her mouth that she was able to vent her feelings vocally.

Pounding the dildo savagely into her daughter, Kerry finally fell exhausted, her hot body sliding to one side dragging the dildo out of Celia’s cunt as she did so.

Now Celia regretted her tied hands as she desperately wanted to embrace Kerry, her wanton mother, as she lay beside her with her head on one of Celia’s arms. “Thank you,” Celia murmured then almost immediately she felt Lian’s hands soothing her sweating skin.

From the sounds coming from Kerry, Celia judged that Lian must have been soothing her also. The massage ended, Lian stretched out on the bed and Celia heard tiny kisses being exchanged by the other two women before Lian moved her body across Celia’s as Kerry’s fingers came again to tease her nipples.

“Do you think we have finished with you darling?” said Kerry. “Oh no! You will scream for me again but not with pleasure!”

Celia’s excitement was quenched in a flurry of kisses. She opened herself wide and gasped as the dildo was pushed into her cunt again. “Yes!” shouted Celia as the dildo once again battered at her ravaged cunt. It made no difference when she realised it was Lian that was now wielding the dildo. The slim girl pressed down on her, her smaller but firmer breasts pressing on her own as she lifted herself to meet Lian’s thrusts. Her body was now protesting, as there was now soreness and discomfort amounting to pain.

“I shall enjoy myself with you,” Kerry was saying “Every ounce of pleasure will be paid for with twice the amount of pain!” Kerry’s voice was becoming excited now and her hand thrust between Lian and Celia to dig her nails viciously into Celia’s nipples.

“Scream for me you slut! Scream!” yelled Kerry. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” screamed Celia as pain gave way to pleasure. Lian, who had not said anything or uttered any sound during the session now withdrew leaving Celia spread and gasping with legs staying wide open and cunt gaping wide.

Swaying gently from her own experiences Celia heard whispering and then the opening and closing of a door.

Kerry removed the blindfold and Celia looked into her wild huge eyes. Hearing the door opening again Celia gasped as through the opened door she saw George, her father, and Jim enter the room, both totally naked.

Rising from the bed Kerry went to greet the newcomers. She rushed up to Jim. “Do you love me?” Kerry asked him. “You are my mistress and entitled to do with me as you wish,” he answered.

Beaming with delight Kerry brought Jim over to Celia “And what do you think of our slut here?” “She is beautiful, mistress. She has recovered her figure well from the birth of her child and her milk filled breasts are a delight to behold, mistress,” he murmured. Nodding her agreement Kerry moved away, telling him to stay as he was.

She returned a few moments later carrying two short-handled, many tailed whips.

Celia’s eyes blinked rapidly from Jim to George to Kerry to the whips in Kerry’s hands, wondering who they were for. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Kerry passed one whip to George and having done so brought the other lightly across Jim’s ass.

“You have my permission to become erect,” she told him. Celia was watching in amazement as Jim’s cock began to stir but quickly shifted her gaze as the other whip was cracked over her own ass. More light taps on Jim followed and his cock rose frighteningly large under her eyes as she was whipped much harder by George.

Her cunt began to drip in anticipation and expectation. She was to be disappointed though. “You have my permission to cum over her body!” Kerry quipped.