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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.

 

Night 1


I had just sat down after setting up camp when she stumbled out of the tree line.


It was the annual "guy's week", and this year we'd decided to spend it in the middle of nowhere and "rough it". Since my job got me out the earliest, everyone had loaded up my truck and sent me out ahead of time. Steve and Tim were responsible for picking up the beer and booze, while Mike was given a specific list of food items to pick up. Last time we sent him to get groceries, he came back with $60 of chips, salsa, and pop tarts. Why they gave him the food list again was beyond me.


I looked around the camp, satisfied the tents were ok, and that everyone's sleeping bags were in the right tents. I had stopped for a six-pack on my way in so I wouldn't be waiting for their dumb asses to figure out which trail to follow to get here. I twisted off a cap and was taking a swig when I heard something moving through the brush. As I turned, she was just clearing the trees. She blinked in the sudden brightness of the clearing. As she spotted me and whimpered, it registered in my brain what she was wearing. Rather, what she was NOT wearing. She was naked and barefoot, her skin showing scratches from the underbrush she had walked through.


I smiled, letting my eyes take in her curvy frame, pale skin, dark hair braided down to the middle of her back. I noticed a few other things as well. First was a wide steel collar around her neck with a set of keys attached to the front ring by a snap link. Second was the ring gag forcing her mouth open, drool running down her chin and mixing with the sweat on her ample bare chest. Her arms were wrenched back in a way that suggested her wrists here bound, pushing her chest out even farther, her erect nipples obvious. Bands matching her collar circled her ankles, small padlocks rattling as she took another step. She stood very still, watching me, fear obvious on her face, even through the blush of her embarrassment.


I chuckled, waving her over. "Come on over, hun. It's too late for you to do much else now. I'm pretty sure I can out run you at the moment, so it's no used to try to escape." She glanced around the camp quickly before slowly making her way to me. She stood in front of my chair, shaking a little, and not from cold in this mugginess. "Turn around, darlin'. Let me see what you've gotten yourself into." She turned slowly, and I saw her wrists encircled by more steel from the set, little locks securing them, and a chain looped from them up to the back of her collar. As she completed her circle, I looked between her legs and chuckled again at the obvious moisture coating the inside of her thighs. Her mons was clean and smooth, making me think that she kept herself clean-shaven. I let my eyes caress their way back to her face, letting my pleasure at the sight of her show.


"I guess my first question should be whether or not you're running from someone. Trying to escape?"


She blushed deeper, looking away as she shook her head slightly.


"A dare then?" She nodded. "And you had help, I am guessing, since I don't think you're limber enough to get your hands in that rig." She nodded again. "Is your friend still nearby? Are you meeting them somewhere?" She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then shook her head. I couldn't help but laugh. "Just so I'm clear. You are trussed up like a rapists wet dream with no safety plan, and completely at the mercy of whoever finds you?" A small sob escaped her open lips as she nodded again.


"Well, darlin', I'm not sure if this is your lucky day or not. I have three friends on their way here, and I have no doubts as to what they are going to want to do to you."


The shiver that went through her body, the small moan from her mouth, the extra liquid between her legs all told me what she thought of what I'd just said.


I smiled, moving to the front edge of my chair, pointing to the ground in front of me. "First things first. Kneel." She did, going very still as I reached behind her head. I loosened the gag just enough to pull it from between her teeth, letting it rest on her chest. She worked her jaw a few times, coughing and swallowing and wetting the inside of her mouth again. As she did, I pulled out my phone. "Give me the number for your friend." She looked up, startled, before slowly giving me the number. I hit "Call" and held the phone to her ear. "You don't have to say your name, or theirs, but let them know you've been found, and that I want to talk to them." She nodded as I heard the call connect.


"Hi. It's me. Yeah, I'm okay. The guy wants to talk to you. I don't know. He dialed and told me he wanted to talk to you." She looked up at me and nodded, and I took the phone back, leaning back and watching the little beauty at my feet as I spoke. "My name is Dave. You have my number, and I have yours now. My friends and I are camping here for a week, and your friend will be joining us. I'm giving her a 'safe word' in case things get to be too much for her. If she says it, everything stops, I unlock her, she calls you, and we make arrangements for you to come get her. Feel free to call and check on her anytime you want. I hope you are both prepared, because she is going to get used quite a bit, in just about any way my friends and I can think of. I'm calling and giving her a safe word as a courtesy, because the way she walked into my camp, I could have sold her off and had her in Bolivia before anyone knew she was gone. Remember that next time. I will return her relatively unharmed, nonetheless. If you understand and agree to everything, just hang up." A woman's voice laughed before the call went dead.


I smiled down at my new plaything. "Do you understand everything?" Her eyes were wide as she nodded. "Do you have any questions?" She thought for a moment, then shook her head slowly. "Good. Is there anything you want me to know before we begin? Anything that you can think of that will make you call your safe word right off the bat?" Again, she paused before shaking her head. "Good. Your safe word is 'balooga'. Say it."


"Balooga," she repeated softly.


I nodded. "Good girl. When you say that, everything that is happening will stop, we unlock you and call your friend to pick you up. No questions asked. But remember, once you say it, the game is over. No take backs. Understand?"


She nodded.


"Say it. Tell me that you understand."


"Yes, I understand. If I say 'balooga', I go home."


I smiled, reaching forward again to replace the ring gag. "Good girl. Now, say it one more time, so I can hear it with the gag on." I cinched the strap back in place, the ring forcing her teeth apart.


"Rahroorah..." she sputtered, blushing.


"Good girl. You will simply be called 'slut' while you are here. You will do what we say, when we say, how we say, without question." Slut nodded her understanding, drool starting to run down her chin already. I stood, stepping around her as I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off my boots. Her eyes followed me, understanding starting to brighten her cheeks as my pants and underwear slid down my legs.


I pointed to the ice chest. "Place your stomach on the lid, letting your tits hang over the edge." She scuttled over on her knees in compliance. I went to my knees in front of her, slowly sliding my stiff cock into her mouth. "mmmm that gag isn't going to work for me for long, unless I want to have my cock locked into your throat." I pushed in farther, feeling her throat convulse around my shaft as she forced her gag reflex down. Her mouth watered around my cock, her drool running down my balls as I pressed her nose against my pubic bone and held it there a moment. I slowly pulled back, holding her head back by her braid, enjoying the sound of her coughing as she could breathe again. I gave her a second to catch her breath.


My hand tightening in her hair was the only warning I gave her as I shoved my full length into her throat again, quickly picking up a fast, rough rhythm, her nose pressing against my body, my nutsac riding forward and slapping her chin. I could only fuck her face for a minute before I had to pull out, lest the ring holding her mouth open become a cock-ring and suffocate her. I moved back, letting her head drop and moving behind her as she coughed, breathing heavy.


I slid my spit-slimed head along her ass and pussy, spreading and mixing the moistures. She moaned, her head lifting a little, her body shivering. "I was going to be nice and let you cum, but I can see that you are already hot. I'm going to fuck your ass first, then I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt. I'm going to break you in now, give you the chance to give up before the others get here." I held the tip of my cock against her pucker and started pushing, letting her spit lubricate the way in. Her asshole was tight, and she cried out, but pushed back onto me. My shaft went through the last gate with almost an audible 'pop', and she screamed as her ass slammed into my hips. She didn't move for a few seconds, her body shaking. I could feel her bowels flexing around me.


"Do you give up yet, slut?" I asked. She shook her head and started moving the little bit that she could, starting to fuck me. I grabbed her hips with both hands and began working in and out of her pucker mercilessly. She cried out with every thrust forward, her hands working uselessly in their restraints at her back, her tits rocking back and smacking against the ice chest-made-fuck bench. I reached forward and unhooked the gag, letting the straps dangle, the ring staying in her mouth by her choice. I felt her shiver and start to buck as her orgasm hit her. Her screams echoed through the empty trees, and I was glad I'd picked the site I did.


I could feel the familiar tingling start to build in my balls, so I pulled out of her ass. She gasped, the ring almost coming loose from her teeth. Without warning or prep, I buried my cock into her pussy in one stroke. Slut's head snapped up, her back arching, arms straining against her chains. Her cunt was tight still, wet, warm, pulsing around my cock as I pistoned into her. I was bestial in my rutting, ramming into her, claiming this bitch as my own. I slid my right arm under her chest, my hand cupping her collar as I lifted her torso against mine. My left hand moved to press against her mound. I lifted her with each stroke, forcing her down onto my shaft.


I growled against her ear, "No matter what else happens this week, slut, you are my breeder bitch, and I will do my damnedest to make sure your little slut belly swells. You are going to have something to remember us by for a long time." I could feel her body respond to my promise, relaxing against me just before another orgasm crashed over her. My body shot forward and I came, surprising both of us. My body shook as I pumped her full of my seed. I could feel our combined juices leaking out from around my shaft, running down our legs.


We stayed locked together for a few minutes as our breathing steadied, our bodies taking turns in shivering in response to the other. I nipped the side of her neck, my fingers pressing against her clit to keep her aroused, even as I could feel my softening shaft starting to slip from her folds.


I guided her back down to rest atop the ice chest, then moved her braid aside to look at her collar. The chain that held her wrists up was looped through the rings of her cuffs. One end was secured in the same small padlock that kept her collar on. The other end was fastened to the lock with another snap link that could be run through the cuffs' rings. I unhooked the snap link, fishing the chain through and letting her hands free before clipping the link back to the lock, chuckling as she moved her arms around. My dick finished sliding out of her as I reached forward and unhooked the key ring from the front of her collar, pulling the gag from between her teeth as well. I heard her whimper softly as I got to my feet and turned toward my truck.


"Pick my clothes up, brush them off quickly, and lay them in my chair. We are going to get you cleaned up a little before the others get here, Slut." I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she went to work. She was quick about the task, never getting up off of her knees as she scuttled around the site. I smiled, clipping her key ring to my rearview mirror before closing the door. When I turned back to her, she was kneeling by my chair, her hands clasped at the small of her back, her eyes looking at my knees, my clothes folded and looking very clean considering having just been picked up from the dirt. "Good girl," I said as I reached behind her head, taking the end of the chain into my hand. I pulled up on it slightly, pleased as she smoothly got to her feet. "You have been trained well, haven't you, Slut. Good. It will make this week more fun for us all."


One of the reasons I had picked this site was the stream that ran nearby. It was deep enough to swim comfortably in with just enough current to keep it clear. The forest path was a soft carpet of leaves and pine needles, making the walk to the stream pleasant. As we got to the bank, I dropped the end of the chain, turning to my new pet.


"Clean me up, Slut."


She quickly went to her knees in the water and used her mouth and tongue to clean the most of the residue of our mating from my cock, balls, and legs. I stood with my hands on my hips, watching her work, enjoying how well she used her mouth, pleased to see how much she appeared to enjoy her task. Once she seemed satisfied with her tongue bath, she gathered handfuls of the stream water and rinsed me clean of her spittle. Her attentions were enough to get me aroused again, my dick thickening and hardening as she went about her work. When she finished, she sat back on her heels, looking at my erection and glancing up questioningly.


With a chuckle, I told her, "No, Slut. Not yet. We need you cleaned up first." I sat down with the water coming to my waste, motioning her to sit between my legs. I positioned her to almost lounge against me, her back to me. I cupped water over her chest, rinsing and washing away her drool and sweat. I could feel her confusion, and it made me smile. "I promised the woman on the phone that I'd return you in relatively good condition. I like my toys and tools to be clean and well maintained. I won't pamper you like this often. And it pleases me to do so now." I finished washing her and we relaxed there, watching the stream carry small leaves and twigs slowly past.


I heard an engine in the direction of the camp, and sighed. "Come on, Slut. It's time to introduce you to the rest of the cocks you'll be fucking this week." We got to our feet and I lead her back to camp by her leash.


Tim and Mike were unloading Tim's truck of ice chests and bags when Slut and I cleared the tree line. Mike stared at us silently. Tim did not seem to notice us at all until I spoke.


"Slut, take my clothes into my tent, then help them unload." Tim turned, looking confused, then shocked as he watched Slut follow instructions. Both guys looked from the naked, cuffed and collared girl to me and back, the questions obvious. "I'll explain in a bit. Let's get unloaded and settled first. Where's Steve?"


Mike nodded toward the trees as he set his load down. "Too many energy drinks on the way up. Fucker was bitching about having to piss for the last half-hour. The way he was dancing, I'm not sure he made it." We chatted idly as the supplied and gear were pulled down, Slut lifting as much as any of us. Steve returned from his emergency call of nature and us guys laughed at his reaction to seeing Slut. Once everything was offloaded and the trucks parked, we all sat. Slut, without instruction, retrieved and opened fresh beers for all of us before kneeling next to my chair.


The guys all looked at each other before Mike spoke up. "What the fuck, Dave? Where did you hire the whore? For that matter, WHY did you hire her? And how much are we all in for."


I smiled behind my beer, enjoying seeing the color rise in Slut's face. "Nothing. She isn't a whore, and I didn't hire her. She, quite literally, walked into camp pretty much like she is now. She has volunteered to be our camp slut for the week. She has been given her safe word- balooga, by the way- and I've made it as clear as possible to her and the friend that dropped her off what is in store for her." I turned to Slut. "Slut, these are Misters Tim, Steve, and Michael. You will refer to them appropriately, obey them, etcetera. Gentlemen, meet Slut. Use her anyway you want, but no breaking skin or bone. I promised to return her unharmed." Slut turned to each of them as I pointed out who was who. I smiled as I watched her lick her lips quickly, then blush as she realized what she had done.


"Can you cook, Slut? If not, you may want to tap out now before you have to taste anything that limp dick next to you tries to burn," Steve jested, raising his beer to me. We all laughed as I flipped him the bird.


I looked at the sky to get a rough idea of the time. I clipped Slut's leash to the front of her collar. "You helped us unload, so you know where everything is. We only planned a week's food for the four of us. If we run out before the week is over, you will be going to get us more. Get to work." Slut bit her lip prettily at my threat, whispering, "Yes, Sir," before getting to her feet and moving around the camp. We continued to chat, watching Slut, slapping her ass as she came within reach, or tweaking her nipples. She would squeak a little, moan softly, but continued to fix the meal. I could see her pussy lips beginning to puff as we continued to tease her.


"How is she? I know you tested her out before we got here, fucker," Mike blurted. "I mean, you're fucking naked, and she has all but fastened herself to you."


"She's tight, clean, well trained. If she can cook half-way decently, and continues as she has, I might take her home and keep her." I smiled as I watched her shiver a little at the last.


Tim smiled, licking his lips and shifting in his chair. "When do we get a turn?"


"Well, you can't very well fuck her while she's making dinner, ass hat," Steve barked. He seemed to be having issued getting comfortable, as well. He looked at me, glancing down at the erection I was unashamedly sporting, and cursed under his breath. He sat his beer down and stood, stripping out of his clothes on his way to his tent. He sat back down, his own shaft twitching at attention.


Tim and Mike looked at Steve and I, then at each other, then almost sprinted to their tents, laughing and pulling their clothes off. I shook my head and chuckled, watching them.


Slut passed out plates and fresh beers before kneeling next to me. The first few bites were met with a chorus of "oh, my fucking god!", "This is delicious!", and "Can we keep her?" Then the camp was quiet save for the sound of flatware scraping plates. Slut knelt quietly, I noticed, without having served herself anything. I looked at the pans and noted that she hadn't left any. I handed her my unfinished plate. She took it, looking at me slightly confused. I leaned over and whispered, "Eat. And if you think about going without again, you will be punished severely. None of us guys are going to starve to death by giving some of our portion to you. Now eat." A whispered, "Yes, Sir. Thank-You, Sir," and she cleaned my plate.


Slut gathered all of the dishes and took them to the stream to wash while we sat in the afterglow of her cooking. "Dave, if you don't take that girl home, I will," Mike said.


"Oh, I'm sure Bets will love that," Tim retorted. "Hi, hun. Look what I brought home." We all laughed at Mike's chagrin as the slut returned and put everything away.


"Alright boys. Who wants the first go at our little bitch? I know you are all chomping at the bit to sink your dicks into her," I said when she returned to my side. The others looked at each other, each waiting for one of the others to speak up. "Oh, for fuck's sake. Slut, over the ice chest," I ordered. "Tim, you get her mouth, Steve gets to mount her. Mike, you get sloppy seconds. Gods, people. Do I have to tell you fuckers everything?"


Slut crawled over immediately, bracing herself on the makeshift breeding bench. Steve and Tim looked stunned for a moment before moving to where I'd instructed. That was all the push they needed. Steve chose her pussy to bury himself into, while Tim eased his cock down the slut's throat. It was not long before all three were panting and groaning, the men spewing their load into the fucktoy. Mike and I went next. I took the slut's mouth, enjoying the feeling of her swallowing my cock, feeling her moan as Mike wet his shaft in her pussy before sliding it slowly into her ass. He did not last long before spilling into her bowels with a grunt, and he stepped aside to let Steve have his turn at mounting the bitch. Steve was just getting his rhythm when I exploded my load into her mouth. I backed away and Tim took my place.


We took turns at her for what seemed like hours, cumming inside all of her holes, spewing on her face, ass, tits and stomach. By the time we were all spent, each of us has dumped four or five loads into the little slut. She was caked in sweat and semen, dripping drool and spunk from her pussy and mouth. When she had recovered enough to stand, I walked with her down to the stream and washed her again.


The sun had set and the guys had all crawled into their tents by the time we returned. I sat, watching the fire burn down, drinking my beer, and petting Slut's hair as she knelt next to my chair, her leash clipped to the arm.


"Where do you want to sleep tonight, Slut?" I asked.


She glanced over at me, almost shy for the first time since she appeared. Softly, she whispered, "With You, if it please You... Master... " She watched me as she used the title, waiting.


I smiled, pulling playfully at the collar. "Be careful using that word, Slut. I don't have to send you back, you know. But I would welcome you to my bed, pet." I unclipped the leash from my chair. "Bank the fire and get the bed ready. I need to return some of this beer to nature." I started for the tree line when she called softly.


"Master," she whispered, "I, would be. I mean. If Master wanted, You could." Her voice trailed off as she blushed and looked down. I turned to her, watching. She crawled over to kneel in front of me, lifting her head and opening her mouth wide.


I laughed. "You, you are a nasty little slut, aren't you?" I put the tip of my cock just at her lips and relaxed. I had never been into what they called watersports before, but there was something special about watching this woman willing let me piss in her open mouth. The look on her face as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful showed her combined humiliation and joy at being used so. As my stream dwindled, she closed her lips around my cockhead, sucking the last drops out. She turned back to the fire to finish, belching and giggling softly. I stood there, watching her, my dick growing hard again thinking of this little vixen being mine for six more days.


She crawled into my tent, brushing herself off before entering. I checked my phone, plugging it into the charger in my truck before going to my tent. My sleeping bag was laid out and open, the extra blanket I brought and pillows spread out and turned down. Slut kneeled at the side, waiting for me. I lay down, pulling her down to spoon in front of me and covering us both. She actually purred a little, feeling my hard-on against her ass cheeks before she shifted her hips, reaching down and sliding it into her cunt with a soft moan. I wrapped my arms around her and let myself fall asleep.

 

Night 2


I woke up alone to the smell of coffee brewing. Just as well, because it meant rolling my lazy ass out of the blankets instead of using the Slut to try and work down my morning wood. As I stepped out of the tent, I saw the guys were hard at work taking care of their own. Someone had laid their sleeping mat down- probably Mike, since he was on his back at the bottom of the pile. Slut was straddling him as he tried to match pace fucking her cunt with Steve's pounding her ass from behind. Mike was manhandling her tits, as much, I think, to keep from getting beat up as to enjoy sucking on her nipples. Meanwhile, Tim was kneeling in front of her, letting the force of the other two shove her into swallowing his cock. I think Mike might have had additional reasons for being where he was, but I figured I needed caffeine before I tackled that thought process.


I went to the tree line and marked a few trees around the camp in case any of the local wild life decided to take an interest in us. Feeling much relieved, I went to the fire and poured myself a cup of coffee. I stood sipping it for a few moments, watching the foursome, before going to retrieve my phone from the truck. No missed calls, still good signal. Good. I turned the camera and started videoing the morning entertainment, making sure to get good close up shots of all the cock working in and out of the slut's holes. I sat down, enjoying the slurping, squelching, gurgling, moaning, and grunting symphony playing out.


I saw Tim's body stiffen, his ass cheeks flexing as his hips bucked against her face, and I made sure to aim the camera to catch the moment. "He does have a nice ass," I let myself think idly. When he pulled out, I could see the drool and jizz running down her chin and neck. I smiled wickedly, following the flow of moisture with the camera down her chest, and, coincidentally, the tit that Mike had in his mouth. Tim's movement caught Mike's attention, and he looked up from his suckling and kissed slut passionately- which I again made sure to get clear video of. Nice blackmail material, if my suspicions were correct. Mike bucked hard a couple times during the make out part, and I figured he just spent his load. Not that he could go anywhere until Steve was done. His continued pounding, added to Mike's softening, ended up pushing Slut off of the cock in her pussy, spilling the contents of her cunt down her legs, onto Mike's crotch, and down onto his mat. I got up and circled the remaining group to fully document the moment. Yes, I'm a perverted, evil bastard.


Steve finally finished, slamming himself to the hilt into her ass with a groan. Slut probably would have screamed, but any sound she might have made would have been muffled by Mike's mouth still locked to hers. Tim moved his chair next to mine, and we applauded as Steve backed out and got unsteadily to his feet. I stopped recording and set the phone down, laughing at Steve's flipping us the finger. Before he walked away, however, he stood over Slut and started pissing on her back. Mike, still trapped underneath her, started cursing, trying to hide as much as possible under the girl. Slut was still, blushing at being used that way, but accepting it. Once Steve had emptied his bladder, he grabbed a beer and sat down with a contented sigh.


"Hell of a way to start a day," he said, then took a long pull from his beer.


"That it is," I replied. "Hey, you two. Go wash up. Some of us don't want Tim's cock drippings in our breakfast, and I won't want to smell rancid piss from your tent all week." Slut giggled, getting to her feet with a soft, "Yes, Master," and helped Mike get up and gather his mat. They walked off toward the stream, talking quietly.


"I hope you don't mind us using her, Dave." I looked over at Tim curiously.


"Why would I care? She's here to be used. I told you guys that." I looked back and forth between them.


The glanced at each other before Steve answered. "Yeah, but she told us you'd claimed her as your own yesterday."


"She said I did what? When? How... ?" I sputtered, my mind racing.


Tim shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. "We were talking this morning before you got up. Mike asked if it would be alright for us to burn off our hard-ons on her. The conversation moved around until she ended up telling us everything that happened yesterday, including you're saying that she's yours, that we can use her anyway we want, and that you want to finish the week with her pregnant, if we can manage it."


I paused bringing my cup to my lips, sipping slowly to give myself time to think. I did say that, didn't I? I thought about it, and how I felt about her, and seeing them with her. Did I feel a little possessive? Maybe, but I had said I'd make sure she wouldn't be harmed, so being a bit protective was natural. And not only did I not mind them using the little fuck, I enjoyed it. I even made a video so I could enjoy watching her get used over and over after she went home.


"Yeah... anyway, no, it's cool if you guys do whatever you want with her. Just..."


They interrupted in unison, "No breaking skin. No breaking bones. Stop with the safe word." They laughed.


I joined in after a moment. "I guess I say that a lot, eh?"


I heard Mike and Slut laughing and talking softly as they came back into the camp, Slut touching his arm before he went to put his mat back into his tent. Slut came over, kneeling at my feet. I just looked at her a moment, trying to sort out what I wanted.


"Breakfast, slut," I finally said, a little rougher than I'd meant to and she cowered a bit. I took a breath and continued in a softer tone, "And you did well taking care of the others this morning. Good girl." She beamed at that, leaning over to give my cock a small kiss, and a whispered, "yes, Master. Thank-You, Master," before scuttling off.


I cut my eyes at Steve and Tim. "Fuck you both, cock suckers," I grumbled, which made both of them start laughing heartily. Mike came out of his tent looking confused, which made all of us laugh that much harder.


Breakfast was served quickly, and I noticed that Slut had made a small plate for herself, but had not started eating yet. "You don't have to wait to be told," I said. "You may eat when we do. Consider it sort of free time."


She glanced up at me from where she knelt by my chair (she had hooked her leash to the arm of it herself, to my pleasant surprise), and whispered. "There is no more flatware, Master. I could only find four sets."


I looked around at the others, who were looking at their own plates a little guiltily, and I could feel a wicked smile curl my lips.


"So? You told them about my claiming you as my bitch. Bend over and eat like one." The guys looked at me in surprise, then turned their eyes to her, waiting. Slut bit her lip a little, the color rising in her cheeks. I could see her eyes start to glass as tears started to well, and I wondered if I'd pushed too far too soon. Her whimpered, "Yes, Master," was a relief to me as she went to hands and knees over her plate and started eating her breakfast. I could hear soft sniffles from her in the otherwise silent campsite. Regardless of how she felt, the guys seemed to think I'd pushed it, but were being too polite to say anything. Out of curiosity, I reached behind her, slipping my fingers between her legs. She was sopping wet, her pussy lips hot, swollen, and parting. As I suspected, she got turned on by the humiliation, and a tightness I didn't noticed before in my chest relaxed.


What the fuck was happening to me?


I sat my half-finished plate on the ground next to hers, mumbling something about not being hungry. She finished off both plates, unclipped her leash, gathered the dishes, and went to the stream to clean them. I sat, staring into my cold coffee, trying to sort out my head. I could feel the stares of the others.


"What? No one bats an eye when we hand her around like a cum rag, but now you guys are going to give me shit for that?"


Mike dropped his eyes, "No, dude. It's just that we're surprised. You don't act like that. Like ever."


Tim nodded, smiling. "He's right. That little slave girl is bringing out something in you that we've never seen. And I, for one, think it's a good thing."


Steve chuckled, "Yeah. Just as long as you still let us use the bitch. I'd pay good money for a night with a woman with her skills. Hell, I'd go broke to afford one to take home with me."


I got to my feet, picking up my phone and dumping the dredges of my coffee into the fire. "Yeah, whatever, guys. I am going to have her call and check in with her friends. Mike, can I talk to you a sec?" Without waiting for an answer, I headed to the stream. I heard Mike's footsteps following me, along with the hushed conversation starting up between the other two.


"What's up, man?" Mike asked quietly.


I glanced over my shoulder at him as we walked. "When did Betsy collar you?"


I heard him stop. I chuckled as I turned around and saw his face. He did a great impersonation of the classic horror film 'terror face.' "How... wh... Di... " he sputtered, unable to finish anything resembling a complete sentence.


I laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him along. "Well, let's see. How about we start with the fact that, in all the years we've known each other, you have made eye contact with anyone remotely authoritative exactly twice. Add to that the weekends she banishes you from the house and you end up at mine. Finally, the way you and Slut act toward each other is that of equals. She is submissive, almost textbook so. There is no way she would be comfortable talking with anyone Dominant like she does with you."


He was quiet as we walked. "Don't tell the guys, please?" he begged. "They would never let me live it down. Betsy collared me back when we were dating still. I only get to fuck Her once a month or so. The rest of the time, She has my cock locked up unless, like this week, She gives me permission to do whatever. She sends me to your house when She brings Her boyfriends over and they don't want me there. The only reason I know the kids are mine is because She made sure to get DNA testing done." His eyes never left the ground.


"It's cool, Mike. I figured that was why you came over as often as you did. And I won't out you. It's why I talked to you here. I could have put you to your knees there in camp. Or just shown them the video of you tongue swapping Tim's cum with Slut." His head snapped up at that, the terror returning. "Chill. I won't say anything. I'm too busy trying to deal with my own issues at the moment." I looked at Slut through the trees as we approached. Mike giggled- yes, giggled- softly.


I looked down at him crossly. Damn, he really was short, wasn't he? Probably Slut's height? "Hush, boitoy. Take the dishes back to camp for her." He laughed, dropped a respectable curtsey, and hurried ahead. Slut came to her feet when she heard us approach, standing quietly as Mike gathered the dishes and disappeared.


I put a finger under her chin, lifting her face. "How are you holding up?"


She blushed, her eyes staying below mine- somewhere around my mouth, if I were to guess. "I am doing fine, Master. Really. I'm enjoying everything so far. Even when You, um, treated me like that. The other Misters really look up to You and respect You, and I can see why. Sometimes I wonder if You can read my mind, because You seem to know exactly how to get me to react. I love it, and ..." Her voice trailed off before she finished the sentence.


I let her chin drop, cleared my throat, and handed her my phone. "Call your friend and check in. Come back to camp when you're done," I managed hoarsely before turning around and heading back.


I heard the start of her conversation before I walked out of earshot. "Hi. It's me. No, He just wanted me to check in. *giggle* Yes. Mmmhmmm... "


They guys quieted down as I came into camp, all looking at me. I turned around, then made a show of examining myself. "What!?! Did I turn purple? Grow wings?"


Amidst the laughter, Steve managed, "No. We were just talking about you being all 'Masterly' now. Even when she isn't around. And how this is the first year that none of us has bitched about one of us walking around naked, let alone ALL of us being naked."


I shook my head, grabbed a beer, and sat down. "so what is on the agenda for today? Besides taking turns trying to impregnate our- excuse me- my little breeder bitch?"


"Fishing? How do you think they are biting in the stream?"


"Does it matter? When was the last time any of us actually hooked a fish, let alone landed one?"


"I don't know. When was the last time any of us remembered to bring bait?"


We all laughed as we discussed plans for the day. Slut came back about ten minutes later, smiling and looking down shyly as she handed me my phone. I handed it back to her, pointed at my truck. "Plug it in and start the truck. Both batteries need to stay charged. I'm having a hard enough time figuring out how to get you out of here without us having to walk the entire way." More laughter followed.


The rest of the day passed with the five of us sitting on the stream bank, four of us with lines in the water, Slut going to each of us to provide whatever service we needed at the time, be it a fresh beer, or her lips or pussy wrapped around a cock. She even filled her belly a time or two by not making us get up to piss. She excused herself a couple times to relieve herself, and I think I heard her vomit once after Tim seemed to have saved up a gallon in his bladder that he deposited in her stomach. All in all, a very relaxing day.


I sent her back to camp to get dinner started as we packed up the gear. By the time we returned, she had four plates made and ready. I smiled and patted her head when I saw a bowl on the ground next to my chair with her helping. We ate in relative silence. Well, as quietly as four guys can ever eat. Slut made a show of having her ass in the air as she buried her face in her bowl, eating noisily. We all laughed, and I couldn't help but stroke her bare back and ass. She sat back on her heels when she finished, smiling, her face a mess of gravy and food bits. I scruffed her head playfully and told her to go get cleaned up.


When she returned, she clipped her leash to my chair. It seemed almost natural by now.


Steve pulled out his guitar and played for us, and we each took turns singing, or trying to. Slut's voice was crystal bells and violins. As the night and fire wore down, everyone started getting ready to turn in. I asked them before they disappeared, "Who wants to share their bed with her tonight?" The guys looked at me like I had asked if water was wet. Mike finally chimed in, "Dude. She's yours. If you want to give her out for the night, just pick someone." Steve and Tim nodded their agreement and headed for their tents. I watched them all turn in, sitting dumbfounded.


Sighing, I pulled Slut into my lap, cradling her. "What am I going to do with you, darlin'?"


She answered by giggling, nuzzling my neck. Yup, that was it. I unclipped her leash, picked her up, and carried her to our tent, laying her on her back on our sleeping pallet.


I lifted her knees up and apart, moving my body between her thighs, my cock laying on her stomach. I lifted her arms over her head, holding both of her wrists in my left hand. I pressed my hips down, sliding my length along her body, my balls brushing against her exposed sex lightly. All this time, I watched her eyes in the near dark, the light of the banked campfire glowing in through the tent window. My right hand move down to massage her breast, twisting and pinching the nipple. I smiled, feeling her body react, her lips part, her breath quicken, her skin begin getting the sheen of her heat.


"Finish the sentence you started this morning. Tell me what you stopped yourself from saying," I whispered. I could see the recognition in her eyes, even through the lust beginning to smolder.


She whispered back, "I, I can't, say it, yet, Master. I, it's too soon. I don't, can't yet."


I gave her nipple a harder twist, pressed the base of my shaft against her clit. Her back arched up and her eyes fluttered closed. "Tell me, Slut. Say the words."


She bit her lips closed and shook her head, moaning behind her closed mouth.


I chuckled darkly, my right hand tracing down her belly, grasping my cock and rubbing the head along her nether lips. I took a second to control my voice before I spoke. "You will tell me, pet. I will tease and torture you all night if I have to, but I will hear you say it."


Her body shivered and she moaned. "Please, Master," she begged. "Please don't."


I pushed my shaft just a little against the opening of her cunt, just enough to keep it there. I moved my right hand up to join the left at her wrists, looming over her and whispering in her ear. "Whisper the words to me, or I will impale you through your slut hole and make you scream them, bitch."


I could feel her make her discussion, her body tensing for what she was afraid of. As she opened her mouth, took a breath, began to speak, I rammed my full length into her, burying myself and pressing against the rough circle of her cervix. The words she was going to whisper came out as a scream that echoed through the trees.


"I love you!"


She cried, her secret exposed, I could feel the blood from her embarrassment in her face. Slowly, I began sliding out of her until nearly pulling completely out, before slowly pushing back in.


I whispered against her face, kissing her tears away. "It's okay, my little pet. I'm scared, too. Because I love you."


I released her hands and she wrapped her arms and legs around my body. We made love that night, slowly building each other's passion, stoking the fires carefully, taking our time. We explored each other, learning every crevice and nook, every spot that tickled or caused a gasp of delight. I brought her to orgasm over and over again, and she brought me more times than I thought possible. It was nearly dawn when we finally fell asleep, spent, wrapped in each other.

 

Night 3


I woke up with Slut snuggled up against me. I drifted happily until I realized I smelled coffee. Groaning, I woke Slut by fingering her pussy until she came, screaming and squirming.


"Thank-you, Master. I think that is one of the best wake up calls I have ever received." She crawled from the blankets, her braid coming loose in bedhead, and her leash dragging behind her. "I will have your coffee ready for you when you come out, Master."


When I stepped out of the tent into the bright day, the guys applauded. Slut was kneeling at my chair, coffee in her hand. I sat down and took my cup, sipping it as I stroked her cheek. "What's for breakfast?"


They all laughed, Mike looking a bit forlorn as he reported, "Breakfast? Dude, it's almost noon. You two lazy lovebirds slept all morning after keeping us up all night. They made me cook and clean up because Slut was busy." He didn't look up, and the other two were looking at me so missed the blush on his cheeks and his cock twitching.


I chuckled. "Hey, at least they didn't spit you between them on their cocks like they would have her." The blush got deeper, and this time they noticed. I touched Slut's shoulder and nodded to the fired. She smiled and started to get to her feet when we all heard the engine.


We all stopped and looked at each other as the engine sound got louder. Our gazes all landed on Slut, who was looking squarely at me.


Steve finally broke our silence. "Well, this should be interesting." We all laughed and I motioned Slut to carry on.


The engine stopped just out of sight and we heard a couple doors open and close, followed by some low voices and the bark of a dog. I sipped my coffee, watching the road, and chuckled when two sheriff deputies walked into camp, one holding the leash of a good sized Sheppard. I waved them in, pointing to a couple of the ice chests.


"Come on in Deputies. Have a seat. We have water, beer, and some coffee that's been on the fire since this morning sometime." They stopped, looking around a little surprised, especially the lady officer.


"Um. Hi. Deputies Davis and Simmons. We're responding to reports of a woman screaming?" the male deputy said. His eyes locked on Slut as she bent over the fire as she started lunch. "Is everything okay here?"


We all looked at each other again, except for Slut, who was turning a very deep red, and we started laughing.


I finally caught my breath. "Yes, Deputy Davis, as far as I know, everything here is great." I introduced myself and the guys, then pointed at Slut. "Those screams were either a mountain lion that ranged way out of its normal territory, or our little Slut here, Gail Jeffries." The others looked at me in surprise. "What!?! We did do SOMETHING last night besides fuck like teenagers. Damn."


Slut blushed again, all of the guys laughed, including Deputy Davis. Deputy Simmons did not seem to appreciate the humor, and since she had the dog's leash and her hand on her side arm, I thought it might be a good idea to try and diffuse her. "Slut, I need some fresh coffee, and Deputy Davis might appreciate some. The others need beer. Once you're done with that, take my phone and Deputy Simmons and check in. The Deputy will have some questions for you. Answer her honestly and completely."


Slut looked at the other woman, then nodded to me. "Yes, Master." Everyone thanked her for their drinks, then she motioned Deputy Simmons to follow her in the direction of the stream. Simmons looked at her partner, who nodded, then followed Slut, giving me dirty looks over her shoulder as she went. I smiled until they left the camp, then turned to Davis.


"So, I imagine that walking into our little site came as a bit of a shock."


Davis sipped his coffee, his eyes taking in nearly every detail of the site. "A bit. Honestly, I expected to walk into a deer camp or a slaughter house. Seeing four naked men, a woman who looks in perfect condition besides being naked and cuffed, and a spotless camp would not have been my bet. Ever."


Mike and Tim looked at each other uncomfortably, and Steve looked serious. "Seen much of that out here?"


Davis nodded, looking down for a moment before looking at each of us, his gaze settling on me. "Care to tell me what is really going on here?"


I smile, bowing my head a little. "My pleasure. My friends here and I take a week every year to get away from our real worlds. Tim and Mike are programmers, I'm a contractor that works on their server hardware, and Steve is my accountant. This year, Slut, or Gail, walked into camp trussed up and naked. She agreed to be our sextoy for the week. She checks in with her friends every day and has a safe word if things go too far. The screaming that was reported was mostly likely her while one of us were balls deep in her."


The Deputy looked at me for a good thirty seconds, blinking, processing. He opened his mouth a few times on false starts before he finally got out, "No shit?"


The guys laughed and I nodded. "That's why I had her go with Simmons before anyone had time to say anything. Simmons will get the same story from her, with more or less detail. Plus, Simmons can talk to Slut's friend on the phone, who will also corroborate. Two things I've learned about the truth over the years- one, it doesn't change, regardless of who tells it; and two, it can be weirder than anything the imagination can come up with."


Davis laughed at that, nodding and sipping his coffee. "And I suppose you're all naked just out of convenience?"


Tim spoke up, "Well it sure isn't so I can look at Dave's pudgy ass, or Mike's prissy one." Mike tried to look hurt, but could not keep from giggling.


We all laughed some more, and Davis, seemingly satisfied about our answers, let the conversation drift onto other subjects. We all chatted away companionably for a while before the ladies returned. They were chatting away, Slut smiling, Deputy Simmons looking a little confused, but considerably less hostile. Slut put my phone back in the truck, checked on and refilled everyone's drinks, poured coffee for Simmons and a bowl of water for the dog, then knelt at my chair and clipped her leash to it. The last got an odd look from Deputy Davis and a surprised one from Deputy Simmons.


I ran my fingers through Slut's hair, which she had taken out of the braid and pulled back into a loose ponytail. "Everything okay, my pet?"


Slut nodded, smiling. "Yes, Master. Deputy Simmons just wanted to know about what was happening, and to ensure I was neither being harmed or held against my will. She still does not understand why I am here, but believes it is my choice. I hope you don't mind, Master, but I suggested that she might stay a night or two and observe, if she wishes."


I frowned at her a little before looking at the other men. "The suggestion was sound, Slut, but it was not your place to make the offer to her. If she does decide to stay, she will get to see you punished. Unless you would prefer your punishment now before they leave."


The guys looked down, Davis frowned, and Simmons started to look angry again.


Slut's chin lowered to her chest. "I am sorry, Master. I should have suggested the idea to you, and let you make the offer. I will accept my punishment now, if it please you, Master."


I tilted my head slightly. "It is because you think I will be nicer to you with them here, Slut?"


She shook her head a little, "No, Master. It is because I shamed you to them, so I should be shamed in front of them."


I smiled and nodded. "Get my belt from my tent, then lay over the ice chest."


She unclipped herself and moved quickly to obey, settling herself so her ass was toward me and her face to the Deputies.


Davis piped up, "Um, Mr. Wilcox, this really isn't necessary."


Simmons was livid. "You can't do that. Andy, stop him. She doesn't deserve this. She did nothing wrong, damnit!"


I stood behind slut, belt folded in half and tapping my leg softly. I looked over at Simmons. "Did she or did she not offer for you to join our camp?"


Simmons bit her lip a little and nodded. "She did, but she, she was trying to help me understand."


"I understand that Deputy. And I agree that it was- and still is- a good idea, and you are both welcome to say, though it will mean a supply run is in order. Where Slut went wrong was to offer to you. She should have suggested it to me or one of the others, so that we could make the offer. It was not her place. She knows that, accepts that she acted wrong, and is willing to accept punishment for her wrong actions."


Davis stayed silent, but watched Simmons and I like a tennis match. Simmons looked at Slut laying over the chest, then at the belt in my hand, then at me. "What if I suggested it?"


I smiled. "If you make the suggestion, then she lied to me, and still deserves to be punished. More so, actually, because she already knows not to lie to me, ever."


Simmons took a step forward, looking almost frightened.


I sighed, a wicked plan forming, and I had to fight not to smile. "Deputy Simmons. As her Master, I am responsible for her care, and that includes disciplining her when need be. The only thing you can do at this point to keep her from her punishment is to take it in her place. She has earned twenty swats." Slut whimpered and my friends winced. "However, because I agree that she had a good idea, I am reducing it to ten. If you have a problem with that, you have three choices. One, shoot me. Two, get in your truck and leave so you don't have to watch. Three, take her punishment for her."


The camp was silent save for the dog lapping at the water bowl. Slut was shaking her head, everyone else was looking at Simmons, who was looking back and forth between me and Slut.


Seconds ticked.


Simmons looked at me when she made her decision, and kept her eyes on my as she unhooked her gun belt, holding it out toward Davis. Davis took it and started to say something, but quieted at a look from his partner. Simmons walked over to stand next to the ice chest. "I will take her punishment, then."


I somehow kept a straight face as I nodded and said two words. "Fine. Strip."


"Wait? What!?!" The shock on her face was almost more than I could handle.


"Her punishment is ten swats with my belt while laying naked on this ice chest. If you are accepting her punishment for her, then strip. Otherwise..." I let my voice trail off, keeping my eyes locked to hers.


She looked at me, holding my gaze, trying to stare me down for a full minute before she lowered her eyes and started unbuttoning her shirt. I smiled and nodded, tapping Slut's ass lightly with the belt. "Get up, pet. Get everyone drinks, and get the salve from the first aid kit. I think your savior will appreciate it, and it will start to pay your debt to her." Slut let out a small sob and moved to the tasks I'd given, never getting off of her knees. Simmons, for her part, made quick work of her clothing, tossing everything except her boots into my chair. I chuckled at her show of defiance, even if it would eventually put her more at my mercy. Her face kept coloring as a new bit of her flesh was exposed. Conversations went on around us, Davis and Steve discussing what was going to happen.


I took the time to stand back and appreciate the Deputies body. Her dark blonde hair was cut short, she had on only a light lip gloss. Under the standard cut uniform, she had on a sports bra and grey boy short panties. As she finished removing all of her clothes, I noticed her skin was an even, dark tone. She tanned, but there were no tan lines. Interesting. She stood naked in front of me, her hands fidgeting at her hips like she was resisting the urge to cover her thick but well-trimmed bush. I stifled a smile and pointed at the ice chest. She moved slowly, trying to mimic the position Slut had taken, her thighs against the long side of the ice chest, tits hanging over the opposite end, hands bracing her on the ground. I used the belt to tap her calves softly and she spread her knees farther apart. I nodded and moved around to in front of her, going to one knee and leaning close.


I spoke softly, "That's good. Here is the deal. I am going to give you ten spankings with this belt. I want you to call out the count. If it gets to be too much, I want you to say, 'Uncle'. If you say it, we stop. You can get dressed, everything will go on, and you will have served the punishment. Do you understand?"


She nodded, a small sniff coming.


I shook my head, "Deputy Simmons... " I looked at Davis, who mouthed her first name, "Dana. I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you really do understand. Otherwise you can get up and Slut will accept her spankings."


She whispered, "No... don't. I understand. If I can't handle it, I say, 'Uncle'. Can I ask a question, first?" She looked up at me, and I could see the tears ready to fall. I couldn't tell she were more afraid or humiliated. I nodded. "How many can Gail take?"


I smiled, looking over at the slut. "Slut? How many spankings with a belt have you been given before safe wording?"


"Master, I have never used my safe word for a belt. I've been counted as many as fifty, but that was after having to start over once or twice."


I watched Simmons' eye get wide at hearing that before nodding. "I'm ready then... um... Master?"


I had to smile. "Just 'Sir' will do. You are neither collared, nor owing to me. She calls me Master because I've claimed her and she has accepted my claim." I stood up and moved behind her, noticing the swelling and sheen between her legs. I looked around the camp. "Anyone else want to offer themselves? No? Then here we go."


I closed my eyes and took a calming breath, centering myself. I took a couple of test swings against my calf to gauge the strength of the swats. I could see Simmons twitch at the sounds. I pulled back and let the first one fly. Firm, but not full power. She was new, scared, and not warmed up, so I took it slow. When it connected, her head came up and she shook. I could see her bite her lips to keep from crying out. I cleared my throat, loudly.


"One, Sir," she said through her teeth.


"I will give you that one, because you have not been trained. If I have to remind you again, we start over from one. Am I understood?"


She nodded. "Yes, Sir."


I looked over at Davis, who was watching, fascinated. The other guys were watching, too, smiles on their faces and stiff cocks letting me know they were enjoying the show. Slut knelt by my chair, leash clipped, looking down and watching, as a good submissive can only manage to pull off.


I returned my attention back to little Dana. I swung again, a little harder this time. Again, her head came up and her body shook. "Two, Sir!" she called out, a little louder than she probably wanted to.


"Good girl." I said, letting my pleasure show in my voice. I swung again, a little harder still. "Three, Sir!" Her ass began showing pink stripes where the belt landings overlapped. Again, a little harder. "Four, S.. Sir!" The tears had started, she shifted her hips as the true ache began to sink in. I swung, just a little lighter, as I'd found where I wanted to be. "fff...Five... Sir.." she sobbed. I could see her clawing at the ground with her fingers, her toes flexing. A fine sheen of sweat started beading on her skin. Smack. "Siiixxx... Six, Sir," she sobbed. I frowned. The redness was building too quickly across her ass for my comfort. I lightened the swing again. "AAAAHH... Un... no... Seven, Sir!" I nodded. She was at her limit. She probably wouldn't make the full count now, regardless.


I thought about the next swing. Do I let her off easy, or go hard and push her to say Uncle?


I swung again at the same level as before. She screamed, "AAAHHHEEEIIIGGHT... SSIRR!" Her body was shaking, sweating, her face was a wreck of tears and pain. I looked at Slut, and she shook her head.


"Dana, are you okay?" I asked. "We can stop, if you want. You have done well, and I will accept the punishment as complete."


She lay sobbing, shaking, but shook her head. "No. Finish," she managed.


I shrugged. I swung. The sound of leather across abused flesh echoed almost as much as the scream that followed. "nine, sir," she whispered between sobs. Her ass was a series of angry red lines. I swung a last time. I waited. She cried out, and she sobbed. The color of her butt told me she was already looking at an uncomfortable few days trying to sit. I waited. I counted to ten.


"I guess we start over, since you could not keep count."


The only sound was her crying.


I swung, lowering my strike a little, coming across the top of her thighs. She screamed out again, "One, Sir!" I smiled, an idea forming of what she was doing. I swung again a little lower still. The belt dipped a little between her legs, touching her puffy pussy just a little. "owowowowowow... Two Sir!" Swing. "Three, Sir!"


We continued. I moved my strikes down her thighs, then back up. Her legs and ass were turning a beautiful series of red shades. She got to nine, and again stopped counting. I just kept swinging, giving her time to catch her breath a little and call out. Without prompting, she started over at one. The third time she failed to count number ten, Davis called out. "Dana! What the fuck? Say 'ten', already!" Dana shook her head, and whispered, "one, sir." And so it continued.


At number fifty, she finally said, "Ten, Sir! Thank-you, Sir!" I nodded and smiled.


"Good girl. You've made me very proud, and impressed the other Misters here today. Slut, tend to her." I went and sat in my chair, not moving her clothes first. I looked over at Davis, who was shaking his head, drinking a beer, and watching Slut and his partner. "You're wondering why, aren't you, Deputy? Why she wouldn't let me finish?" He nodded. "She wanted to prove she was strong as Slut. That she could handle it. Not to us, or to Slut, or anyone else. She had to prove it to herself." Davis looked at me, then at Dana again. Her sobbing had lessened, but she was still leaning over the ice chest, panting as Slut rubbed the skin lotion over the abused flesh. Simmons would whimper and flinch as my pet would massage the salve in, but the relief was obvious on her face and the coloring of her ass and legs. "She is a beautiful woman in a job normally dominated by men, so he has to be tough to be respected in your eyes. Then she meets Slut, who has submitted herself not only to be naked and used and all the things that are supposed to show a woman as week, but willing to take a punishment for not doing so. Slut showed her a paradox she couldn't understand, strength in surrender. It started out just protecting Slut from the mean man, but when she found out that Slut took fifty spankings, she had to know what that took, and if she was strong enough."


Davis' eyes got wider as I went on, looking at Dana in a new way. Slut looked at me, and Dana just kept her eyes down.


"Dana, you are welcome to stay, and I will further give you another choice. If you want, you can stay as an observer from the Sherriff department to oversee the welfare of Slut. We don't have supplies or bedding enough, so you'll have to either pitch in for our supply run, or go and come back with your share." I smiled. "Or, you can stay under the same conditions as Slut. Steve will drive you into town. I will pay for the extra food we will need and a dog collar. He will then drive you home, where you will leave everything you have, wear only the dog collar, and Steve will bring you back here. For the rest of your stay, you will be Steve's pet, and subject to whatever he says. Likely it will be similar to Slut, which means you will have more sex by tomorrow morning than the average porn star has in a week. You will have your safe word, and the same conditions of its use.


"Deputy Davis, you are also welcome to stay. Again, either as oversight, or as one of us, and with all the privileges we enjoy over our camp toys. Again, you'll have to help with the camp supplies. One of you might want to take the dog back to the station, though."


Simmons had composed herself enough to stop crying, though she still winced when she moved. "Actually, he's mine. I bring him along on long days because I don't have a sitter, and he tears up the house if I'm gone too long. I'd like him to stay, too, if that's alright."


I chuckled, looking at Steve, who was beaming. "You are staying then?" She nodded, and I looked at Andy. "Are you?"


Deputy Andy Davis looked at his partner, maybe for the first time. "Yeah. I think I am. I can run in and pick up all the supplies when I drop off that beast for my truck. I can take all of her things with me, too, so she can start adjusting without me being here."


She looked up at him surprised. "I didn't say I was... that I was going to do that."


Steve chuckled. "Well? Are you going to be my sex slave or not?"


Dana blushed, looking around at all of us. Finally she lowered her eyes and nodded, "Yes, Sir. I will."


Mike clapped, Tim cheered. Andy just shook his head and smiled. I got up and handed all of Dana's things to Andy, offering to throw in some money. He shook his head. "Getting to experience this will be well worth the cost of some food, pal. I'll be back soon, with a nice new collar for your new slave."


"Make sure it's nylon. Leather wouldn't be good out here, and we don't have a padlock to properly secure a chain." I said. Steve nodded agreement.


"What about cuffs? Your Slut has cuffs."


"Mister Andy, Sir? My cuffs and collar were special orders, gifts from my parents."


"Your..." Andy trailed off. The rest of us just looked shocked.


"I'm going to love to hear this one later, Slut." I said.


She blushed and nodded. Andy left, still shaking his head. I waited until the sound of his truck was well away before turning to Steve. "Well, bud? What do you want to do with your new pet?"


Steve grinned. "Well, in the proud tradition you started, I think I'm going to test her out. Get a good claim on her first. And, since she is all positioned, I think I'm going to start now."


I laughed and waved Slut over to me. Tim and Mike moved over to get a good view. The big dog lay down behind Slut, sniffing at her. She squirmed a little, but said nothing.


Steve went to his knees in front of Dana, his cock already hard and throbbing. He stroked her hair and her throat. She opened her mouth, closing her eyes. "No, pet. Open your eyes. I want you here, now, not retreating into some part of your mind where none of this matters." She opened her eyes, looking up at him, a little afraid. Slowly, Steve slid is cock between her lips, letting her adjust to it as he pushed deeper, backing out to let her take a breath, then pushing farther. Drool started dripping down her chin, sliding down his balls. Sooner than I expected, Steve had gotten all of his huge shaft into her throat and had started a slow, rhythmic fucking of her face. Tears started running down her cheeks, but she kept her eyes open, watching him. Her hands had moved from gripping the ground to holding his hips, even trying to pull him into her faster. He wouldn't let her, keeping his pace slow and steady. She whimpered and he pulled himself out completely, moving behind her. Dana coughed a little, spitting and swallowing, panting. She looked over at Slut and I. We both nodded and smiled, and she smiled back. Steve pushed her knees farther apart, spreading her spittle along the slit of her pussy. He laughed. "She's already wet." Slowly, he pushed his dick into her pussy, keeping a firm grip on her hips. She moaned, her eyes drifting closed before she snapped them open again. Steve was buried in her with a single push. "Oh, fuck, man. She's tight, but she was ready. I didn't think she was this turned on already." He started fucking her in earnest, grunting. Her cries were rising, her breathing coming quicker, her eyes fluttered closed, but we were all sure she wasn't mentally running away. Steve shifted his right hand to her shoulder, pulling her harder onto his impaling shaft. He started panting. "Oh. man. not. going. to. laaAAAAHH!" He rammed forward, pushing her hard enough that the ice chest almost fell over. Her scream of pleasure matched his, their bodies shaking and shivering at their mutual release. He leaned down over her, kissing her shoulder, his hands wrapping around her chest, caressing. Softly he said, "Mine. Bitch. That's your name now. Bitch."


She shivered again, nodding, and panted, "Yes, Sir. I am your Bitch."


We all applauded, even Slut. She even crawled over and gave Bitch a long, open mouthed kiss- which Bitch returned. She smiled, and whispered, "Welcome, sister."


Then Slut screamed.


We had all been focusing on Steve, his new Bitch, and Slut. What we missed was Bitch's dog, the big Sheppard, had gotten a bit agitated during his owner's claiming. She was screaming, but not calling for him, so he was confused. He could smell the arousal of two different females. Then one of them presented itself. The smell of sex had him excited, so he went for the offered pussy.


My Slut.


I've seen the videos of women trying to get their dogs to mount them, missing, dry humping, and being more frustrating than satisfying until they somehow managed to hit the right spot. How they, as a species, manage to survive is a mystery to me. Except for Barker. The Deputy's Sheppard had to be the only dog I've seen that hit a cunt square on the first attempt and managed to stay in it. The fact that it was into Slut was at once disturbing and exciting. I was too shocked at first to react. By the time I could move or call out, Barker was in full rut, Slut was tits down ass up and moaning as she was getting pounded. I went to her side and she looked up at me. The look on her face told me all I needed. My Slut was humiliated, getting fucked by a beast, and loving every second of it. I touched her face and smiled, going back to my chair and watching. Steve had pulled out of Bitch and moved to his seat, pulling Bitch with him. Bitch was crying, repeating, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Slut turned her head to face me, and I savored the look of ecstasy and abandon on her face.


Her eyes went wide, her moaning solidifying to a long, "Ohh mmmyyy ggaawwwwWWWDD!!!" She clawed at the ground, but it was too late. The dog's knot had expanded enough to lock the dog inside of her abused cunt. Barker had stopped pumping his hips, and Slut whimpered, "it's so hot! fuck, there's a lot. oooh fuuuuccck!" Her body shivered and I could tell she was cumming. She lay there for a minute or two, panting, another orgasm rolling over her anytime the dog tried to move. It took about five minutes for the dog's knot to shrink enough for him to pull his cock out, and it slid out with a gush of his semen spilling onto the ground. Barker went to lay down, panting, and licking himself contentedly. Slut crawled over to lay her head in my lap, wrapping her arms around my hips. She caressed my cock with her face, whispering, "Thank-you, Master. That was wonderful, Master."


I smiled down and her, petting her hair.


Bitch was still crying, leaning on Steve's legs, but at least she had stopped apologizing.


I looked at Steve and smiled. "Slut, why don't you take your new sister with you to get cleaned up. I'm sure she would like to freshen up herself before dinner."


Steve nodded and smiled back. Slut looked up, smiled, kissed my cock, and said, "yes, Master." She slowly got to her feet and walked over to Bitch, holding her hand out. Bitch looked up as Steve, who smiled and nodded. The new girl took Slut's hand, and the two went off to the stream, chatting quietly.


The guys all looked at me and shook their heads, smiling. "Damn, Dave. Are you fucking charmed this week?"


I just shrugged, got a beer from the cooler, and sat back drinking it.


"Why did you pick Steve anyway?" Mike asked.


"Because he was a cop before he was an accountant. He knows how cops think, so will be best able to anticipate the best way to push her buttons," Tim replied with a chuckled. I toasted him.


The girls got back to camp, and Slut went to work making our late lunch. Bitch sat at Steve's feet, seeming content.


Andy arrived just before the food was ready. He brought two sets of plates and flatware and food and bowl for Barker. We informed him that Bitch- he laughed at her new name- would not need any, as she would be eating like Slut does, out of a bowl like the bitches they were. Slut blushed, Bitch blushed and almost cried. We all sat down to eat, and chatted away. The girls ate, though we made sure that Barker was tied well away from them to avoid his getting another round.


Once we'd finished eating, we explained the rules to the newcomers. The girls were available for anyone's use, but a girl's "owner" always had first choice. No skin or bones broken, and if they called their safe word, then the game stopped for them. Andy didn't wait long to toss his clothes in his tent once it was set up. Steve seemed to take great pleasure in fastening the wide, pink, nylon collar around Bitch's neck, and Andy had brought a small padlock, which the two managed to use to secure the collar on her.


Slut sat in my lap while I fingered her pussy. She appeared to have the night off, as all the guys wanted to take turns with Bitch. I think Andy had wanted to use his coworker for some time, because he took every hole with gusto. I took my turn, as well, but only dumped a single load into her mouth before retiring to my tent with my slut after the sun went down. We lay talking for a long time, listening to the guys wear themselves out, then Steve taking Bitch down to the water to clean up again before they turned in.


We didn't have sex before sleeping that night. I just wrapped my arms around her, she slid my cock into her pussy, and we fell asleep.

 

Night 4


I woke up into either Heaven or a dream. I had something warm and wet sliding up and down my cock, which was throbbing almost painfully. Something soft and firm held my wrists over my head. A siren’s song of passion building whispered in my ear and breathed across my cheek. My first conscious thought was that I was being raped by my sleeping bag. My second thought was that my first thought was ridiculous, because you cannot rape the willing. I opened my eyes to focus on the face of an angel, her dark hair a curtain shielding us from the rest of the world. Her eyes met mine and I knew I could never let her go. She leaned down, her lips touching mine. We feasted from each other, breath, sound, passion. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her hips rolling, swaying as she took her pleasure from me, used me to fill her carnal desires. I felt the soft velvet throat begin to pulse, drawing me in deeper, milking me. I released into her, screaming into her kiss. The feeling of my heat in her must have been what she was waiting for, as her orgasm crested with mine, her screams pushing against mine where our lips met. She clung to me, shaking as if she would float away. We lay there, panting, taking turns breathing through the other, moaning with each twitch, each sensation, until I softened enough to fall from her folds in a flood of our mating. She broke our kiss, moving so we were cheek to cheek, her grip relaxing around my wrists.


I whispered, “Good morning, Slut. I should punish you for taking liberties.”


I could feel the heat rise in her face where it touched mine. “I am sorry, Master, but I saw your cock so hard and I could not resist the temptation.”


I kissed her cheek. “You are forgiven under the condition that you will repeat this performance every morning before you leave my side. I rather enjoy being woken so.”


She giggled and nodded, kissing my cheek. “As you wish, Master. Shall I get your coffee ready?”


“Mmmm… Yes, my pet. That would be acceptable penance for now.” We laughed as she slowly untangled herself from me, leaving a trail of our juices across my body. I languished for a few minutes, listening to her greeting the others. I rolled out of the blankets, making a mental note to have her air them out today. I stepped out of the tent to see Steve, Bitch, and Andy having what seemed to be a rather deep discussion, while Tim read a book. Mike was just walking back into camp with an armload of deadfall for the fire. Slut knelt by my chair, coffee in hand, waiting. I smiled, petted her head, and glanced down at my cock. “I have to piss, Slut.”


She blushed and smiled. “Yes, Master.” She moved close, and opened her mouth under my cock, taking it gently between her fingers of one hand, bracing herself on my thigh with the other. I smiled and let the stream flow, sipping my coffee as I watched her swallow the first mouthful. I looked up to see that Andy and Bitch had stopped to stare.


“Isn’t that unsanitary?” Andy asked?


“Not really,” I said. “Piss is just sterile water, excess salt and potassium from your body, and ureic acid- urine. It’s all byproducts of eating and drinking and is in your blood anyway. Her body will use what it can, like the water and some of the minerals, then pass the rest like anything else.” My stream had ended to a dribble and Slut was suckling the last of it out. “Clean me up while you are there, Slut.”


“Yes, Master. Thank-you, Master.” Her mouth and tongue went to work at lapping up the remains of her wake up call.


Bitch looked unconvinced. “But, Sir? Doesn’t it taste bad? Can’t she get sick?”


I shrugged. “The only real bad taste would be from the urea, and about forty percent of people are genetically coded to not taste it. I don’t mind the taste myself. And, I’ve never heard of anyone getting sick from drinking straight from the tap. Once it’s out, then it becomes a breeding ground of bacteria.” I stuttered a bit as Slut nipped the inside of my thigh playfully. I frowned down at her and she cowered playfully between my legs. “You, my little breeder, are getting way too comfortable. I’m thinking it was a mistake to let Bitch take your punishment for you yesterday.”


Slut squeaked an apology, bending down to kiss my ankles, raising her ass high. We all laughed at Barker sounded off, making Slut jump and look around. I sat down, watching Bitch chew her lip in though looking at Slut and I. She whispered something to Andy and Steve, who both smiled and nodded, getting to their feet. She crawled on hands and knees after them as they went to the edge of the tree line. We watched as Bitch sat up, taking the same head back position that Slut had. Steve quietly gave a few corrections, then aimed his dick at her mouth, letting the stream flow. I heard her cough and gag a little, watched a bit run down her chin and chest, but she quickly started swallowing and no more escaped. Like Slut, she suckled the last drops from Steve’s hardening member before he stepped back, smiling. “Good Bitch. You did very well for your first time,” he said.


She lowered her head, smiling and licking her lips. “Thank-you, sir. It did not taste as bad as I expected.”


Andy stepped up and Bitch opened her mouth again to receive his sample. His aim was not as good as Steve’s was, and more spilled around her face and chest than before. Soon, though, he was filling her mouth and she swallowed all that he offered, sucking the dregs from his shaft as well. From the grin he tried to hide, I could not help but wonder if he had missed on purpose.


I finished my coffee and handed the cup to Slut. “A beer now, and start breakfast before we all get too involved and horny and forget to eat.” She nodded and went to work. “Steve, you might want to take Bitch and Barker for a walk down the road. We don’t want him thinking we’ve forgotten him, or have him making a mess of the site.” Steve smiled and nodded, retrieving Barker’s leash and producing one that he connected to Bitch’s collar as well. They disappeared down the road, Andy walking along side.


I sat, drinking my beer, watching Slut go about the very domestic looking work. I saw Mike watching as well, and wondered what his home life was really like. Tim was watching her as well. Naked save for her steel cuffs and collar, her hair tied back by a rather ingenious use of her leash, she looked completely comfortable and at home cooking and cleaning. I could easily see her doing this all in my kitchen, Mike sitting at the table during one of his banishment weekends, Tim yelling in the other room about some player on the game system. I could just as easily see her tied over the dining room table with all four- no, five now- of us lined up ready to fuck her cunt raw. I shook my head to clear it as the dog walkers returned. Slut dished out breakfast, which Bitch delivered. We all chatted, enjoying the meal as well as the view of the girls face down in their breakfast bowls. When everyone was done, the girls took care of cleaning up. When they returned, the day’s first entertainment began in earnest.


I had Bitch lay on top of what we had dubbed the ‘Fuck Chest’ on her back. It was just long enough for her head to hang over one end and her ass to rest on the other. She was supported but accessible. Slut lay on top of her ‘69’ style. We used some rope to lightly lash them together and I had them begin to pleasure each other while I explained the rest of the game to the guys. Bitch whined a little at first until Steve lifted her head and buried her face in Slut’s snatch. Slut attacked Bitch’s pussy with her regular enthusiasm. The sight was enough to get five cocks hard and twitching in short order.


“The game, gentlemen, will be to deposit as much of your cum into the cunts of our little breeders here. Once you deposit your load, the other slut will suck and slurp out as much as she can. Slut, being the more experienced of the two at this task, has the added challenge of not letting any escape. I will be setting up a collection cup under Bitch’s ass, and Slut will earn one spank for each shot glass or partial shot glass of spunk she lets get past. Bitch’s incentive will be obvious. Anything she doesn’t swallow, she wears.” I looked around at four grinning faces. “Any questions? No?” The girls we both moaning freely into the other’s pussy by now, so I determined both were ready. “Let’s begin, then. Andy, you and Mike get to go first.”


To my surprise, Andy moved behind Slut, sliding his shaft in smoothly. Her head pulled up and she moaned. Mike used her movement to get into position between Bitch’s legs. It took a little maneuvering to get fully seated, Slut having to move to the side a little. She kissed his hip, suckling it noisily in time with Andy ramming his cock into her. I could hear Bitch’s muffled cries as well, a slurping sound hinting at her mouth being full of Andy’s balls. I pulled my phone out and started recording, definitely wanting this documented for my future amusement. Both men finished surprisingly quick, grunting and bucking, trying to get every drop of seed they could as deeply into their chosen breeder. They backed up and the girls both went to work. I quickly set a funnel and bottle under Bitch to collect what Slut missed.


Both of the women were screaming and shaking by the time the slurping had finished. Bitch’s face was soaked, but very little had escaped Slut’s mouth into the bottle. I motioned to Tim and Steve to take their turns next. I had to call to them twice before they answered me.


Tim slid his cock into Bitch after pulling Slut to the side by her hair. Steve wasted no time in starting to pound Slut’s fuckhole. I circled the group, getting facial expressions of the girls, the dicks sliding in and out of our screaming sluts, their attempts to collect whatever was leaking from the other early. Steve ended up cumming first, the force of his bucking shoving Slut’s shoulder into Tim almost painfully. I handed the phone to Mike so that he could continue to film while I took my turn.


I stood and watched Bitch as she started her cleaning. She let the first glob to leak from Slut’s pussy run down the slit and onto her tongue, lapping it up with such a look of pleasure that I almost could not wait. After the first taste, she buried her face between Slut’s folds, her hands coming around to pull the other girl open farther. Slut’s moans told of how well Bitch was using her tongue, even with the pounding she was receiving herself. I heard Tim grunt as he deposited his load into the Bitch, and saw Slut’s head disappear between Bitch’s legs. Bitch’s head, meanwhile, snapped back, her eyes rolling back as her body shook. The mixed cum spurted from Slut, giving a fresh coating to Bitch’s face. I took the opportunity to step up, shoving my desperate cock deep into my Slut. Her head came up for a moment before she could control herself, and I heard her curse before going back to her feeding. I started working her cunt slowly, rolling my hips. I felt Bitch’s mouth take one of my balls in, her tongue sliding along the bottom of my shaft as I working in and out of Slut. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed fucking my little whore while my balls slapped the Deputy that we had corrupted, all in front of her partner and my friends. The entire scene was enough to force my balls to empty quicker than I would have liked. I shoved deep, feeling Slut’s battered cervix softer than it had been earlier this morning. I smiled wider, imagining just how much sperm was filling her womb by now, with the five of us sending load after creamy load into her.


I opened my eyes and backed out, noticing Andy had taken his turn between Bitch’s legs. Steve had taken over camera duties, so I sat back and just enjoyed the show for a while.


It took a couple of hours before the five of us were spent enough to stop. We had each deposited four or five loads into the girls. Bitch’s face had a thick coating of sperm and cunt juices. Slut, her face also coated, had let about half of the bottle fill with the escaping fluids. We untied them, having them kneel as I measured out the results.


I filled a shot glass from the bottle. “That’s one, Slut. Open your mouth.” She did and I poured the contents down her throat, and she swallowed. I filled the glass again. “That’s two.” Again, I fed it to her. I repeated the ritual of pouring, counting, and feeding four more times. “Six shots in total. Very impressive, Slut. But you still have earned six swats.” The guys cheered. “Stand up, Slut. Hands behind your neck.” She got to her feet quicker than I would have expected, considering how exhausted we all were by now. I took my belt and swung at her ass from below. She lifted up on her toes as it struck, crying out. Her back arched and she eased herself back to flat footed.


“One, Master,” she sobbed.


The second swat came from below, as well, and she lifted herself again.


“Two, Master.” Tears flowed freely down her face, mixing with the spunk.


I continued her punishment, aiming the strike a little off each time to spread the feeling. She counted all six the first time. I was very proud of her, even if the others mumbled disappointment. I told the guys to relax for a while, and took both girls to the stream. Steve thanked me for taking care of his Bitch for him.


I had both girls kneel in the water as I took my time rinsing them off, letting my hands play over their skin.


“How are you holding up, Dana?” I asked.


She looked up at me, startled to have heard her real name. “I, um, I’m fine, Sir. Part of me is saying that I should be running away screaming, or shooting all of you, but I am actually content for the first time that I can remember. It’s hard, at first, letting go, not fighting.”


Slut nodded and smiled. “It gets easier. I still have times where I want to rebel, but mostly it is when I WANT to be punished, or be pushed to a new level.” She looked up at me, her eyes glassy. “Master has been good to me so far.”


I smiled, stroking both of their heads before sitting in front of them. “How are you two doing physically? Do either of you need to take the afternoon off? We’ve put you girls through a lot of abuse in a really short time, and there are three more days to go. I think the guys are about at their limits, too, so don’t think that you’ll be the only ones needing a break.”


The girls giggled, smiling at each other. “I would like the time to recover, Master,” Slut said. “And saying that we need the break could give the Misters the time they need without seeming weak to each other.”


I nodded, laughing. “Good enough. I’ll let everyone know. Slut, call and check in when you two get back. Relax a bit, because I think you are both going to be doing extra chores to make up for giving your pussies a rest.” I stood and headed back to camp. They took the news with a little griping, but I could hear some relief under the complaining, all the same.


We spent the rest of the afternoon almost uneventfully, compared to the trip so far. Slut kept looking over at me and smiling while she was on the phone with her friend, but I couldn’t hear what was said, and I didn’t ask. We all went swimming for a while, splashing and dunking each other like kids. Dinner was excellent, which never ceased to surprise any of us considering it was camp food.


I sent Slut to sleep with Mike that night. She seemed to understand without my saying anything. I lay awake a long time that night, thinking, wondering, and planning. When I fell asleep, it was to dreams of what it might be like if Gail came to live with me.

 

Night 0- Prequel


Gail sat at her vanity table looking at herself in the mirror. She was nervous. “Be honest with yourself. I’m scared,” she scolded the reflection. Her hair was braided, the collar and cuffs were in place with the small padlocks. The leash chain was secured and just waiting to be threaded through her cuffs. She picked up the snap link that held the keys to all of the locks and clipped it to the ring on the front of the wide steel collar around her neck. She watched the reflection as she ran her finger along the rounded edges. They were smooth, almost soft to the touch. Mother and Father had them made especially for this occasion. The idea of what was to come thrilled her in ways she couldn’t explain, even as it scared the hell out of her.


She smiled up at her mother as the woman stepped up behind her, warm soft hands settling on her shoulders. “It’s time, dear. Are you ready?”


Gail nodded and stood. She followed her mother out of the room, her bare feet padding on the thick carpet that ran through the entire house. It seemed odd to her, seeing her mother with the sundress on. Gail could count on one hand the number of times she’d seen Mother with any clothes on at all. She normally wore only her collar. Father had taken her cuffs off not long after Gail was born. They had done their best to prepare her for what was to come today. Not that she was a stranger to any of it. The Jeffries household never hid anything behind closed doors. As a girl, Gail thought nothing of walking down the hall and seeing her parents having sex over the table, or Mother being used by one of Father’s friends in the Adult Playroom. They were very careful not to allow anyone to touch the girl, but made no attempt to keep her from seeing anything that was going on.


When Gail got old enough to understand how her body was changing, Mother explained about procreation and sex, so her first period was more of an annoyance than anything. It did, however, mark a transition in how she was treated. While no adults were allowed to touch her, Gail was allowed to interact with any teenager she chose to. Since she was considered a woman biologically, she was treated as a woman to the extent that the law allowed. She had quite a bit of experience by the time she turned eighteen, when her parents allowed her to participate in her first real group session. The freedom she felt that day was exhilarating.


She continued her exploration of sex during college, spending the years getting her degrees with her legs up as often as she did studying. She earned all of her grades honestly, though, never trading her body for class credit. That’s not to say she wouldn’t trade it for cash. She had to earn a living, after all.


Now she was graduated, home, and her parents had decided it was time for her to begin her search. They had presented her with the cuff set last night. She had cried and hugged them both excitedly. She immediately turned around so that Father could fasten the collar on her. The feel of the satiny smooth steel against her bare skin was nearly enough to send her into an orgasm by itself. Hearing the soft click of the lock going into place did. Mother took her then and bathed her, fastened the cuffs into place, groomed her. Mother then used the new cuffs to secure the girl to her bed, spread eagle and uncovered. She spent the night exposed and desperate to relieve the building tension between her legs. Sleep came fitfully and full of dreams that only made her arousal worse on waking. When Mother came and released her in the morning, it was all she could do not to masturbate herself then and there.


She waited. Mother finished preparing her, powdering her skin, braiding her hair. Now leading her to the car, and hopefully, her future.


Father was there, waiting in the pre-dawn darkness, smiling proudly at His girls. He kissed Gail on her forehead before fitting the ring gag in her mouth, cinching it behind her head. He threaded the leash chain through her cuffs, trussing her arms back and up as he clipped the end to the padlock in back. He placed a blindfold over her eyes, and her body lit like fire with every sensation. Carefully, he lifted her, cradled her, and laid her down. The carpet in the trunk of the car was scratchy. She hoped the trip would not be too long. She felt Mother’s hands helping with the ropes that went under her arms and secured her to one corner of the trunk. She felt Father clip her ankles together, another rope pulling her legs straight to the opposite corner. Father whispered a final, “Good luck. I love you,” before the trunk closed and locked.


The drive seemed to take forever, with endless curves, bumps, stops and starts. Finally, the car stopped and turned off. She heard the car door open, then the trunk. Fresh, cool air rushed in, chilling the moisture on her skin. The ropes holding her in the trunk were released, and Mother’s soft hands helped her out of the trunk, held her until she could stand on her own. The trunk closed with a loud ‘thunk’. Mother removed the blindfold and kissed Gail softly on the cheeks, her tears wetting the daughter’s face. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Good luck, dear.”


Gail was still blinking, trying to adjust to the early morning sun, when Mother got into the car and drove off. Gail’s adventure had begun.


Not knowing where she was or how close anything was to her, she looked around. Forests surrounded her. The trees were close, but not impassable. The brush was light. She could hear running water nearby. Then she heard the sound she needed to. An engine. She started walking toward the source of the sound. It sounded close, but she knew the trees could pull tricks. The sound stopped suddenly. Hoping the driver had not left the area, she kept going in the direction she last heard the sound from. She figured she walked a mile or so before breaking through into the clearing.


She stood for a moment, letting her eyes adjust again from the gloom of the trees. She saw him sitting there amidst a camp site set up for at least four. He looked like he was alone, but she searched the area quickly to be sure.


He chuckled, waving her over. "Come on over, hun. It's too late for you to do much else now. I'm pretty sure I can out run you at the moment, so it's no used to try to escape." His voice was a quiet rumble. She looked around again before making her way to him. He inspected her, then had her kneel. She tried to hid how tired her legs were after the walk. When he released the gag from her mouth, she could not help but stretch her jaw. She scolded herself for her weakness.


Then he asked for Mother’s phone number.


Mother’s teary voice answered the phone. “Hello?”


"Hi. It's me.”


“Are you okay, honey? Are you safe?”


“Yeah, I'm okay. The guy wants to talk to you.”


“To me? Why?”


“I don't know. He dialed and told me he wanted to talk to you."


Mother was quiet for a moment, the said, “Ok. Put him on.”


I looked up at him and nodded


"My name is Dave. You have my number, and I have yours now.” He continued, and as he did Gail could feel the pressure building in her pussy. The needs she’d had all day were about to burst. She did not dare hope to have found Him so soon. Mother said it took her four times to find Father. For Gail to have found Him on her first trip would be wonderful.


He claimed her right then and there.

 

I've been following this on the story site
Not a fan of water sports but otherwise I'm loving it.

Haven't really spotted any literary issues.
Spelling has been perfect as far as I have found.
Grammatically I don't think there's anything lacking either.

 

Author's Note: For those who have been following The Camp Slut storyline, this final installment may be a disappointment. It is not like the rest, as it wraps up the story. It does, however, open up a number of other threads for me to follow up on when the mood hits me. I hope you have enjoyed the tale.


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.


Night 5

I woke up alone, cold, horny, and grumpy. The last was the only state out of the ordinary. At least I could hear conversation and activity outside, and smell coffee. I stepped out of my tent to see Andy and Bitch tearing down his tent. Tim and Steve had their tents down, too, and were packing up Tim’s truck. I stood there confused, watching the chaos and trying to get my brain processing enough to figure out what the hell was going on. Slut came up to me, knelt, and presented a cup of coffee.

I took a sip, closing my eyes as the warm liquid slid down my throat. When I opened my eyes, things started making sense.

A fully dressed Andy turned around and saw me. “Hey, Dave. Sorry, pal, but Dana and I need to get back. We only had a couple days off, and there are a lot of things we need to talk about before we go back to work tomorrow.”

Bitch- wait, he’d called her Dana again- Dana came over and gave me a big hug, pulling my face down to add a passionate kiss. “Thank-you, Sir,” she whispered. “You’ve given me a gift I don’t know how to repay. I gave Slut my number to put in your phone. Give us a call when you’re in the area.” She hugged me again and went to finish loading the last of their gear. Andy came over and shook my hand, thanked me, and said his goodbyes. He scruffed Slut’s hair as he walked away, smiling. Barker jumped up into the truck, and Andy drove off with a naked and still collared Dana.

I went to sit down. Slut followed and clipped her leash to my chair. Mike was helping the other two load the last of their things when he noticed me. He grabbed his chair and took a seat beside me.

“Tim got a call early this morning about an emergency patch for a project we are working on,” Mike explained. “He said he could handle it, so I can catch a ride back with you. One of Steve’s major clients is having a meltdown, too, so he’s heading back.”

I nodded, petting Slut idly as I sipped my coffee. Tim and Steve waved as they hopped into the truck and drove off. I looked around, thinking the camp seemed suddenly quiet and empty. My mood was not improving.

“So guys’ trip was a bust this year, I guess,” I grumbled.

“Dude, are you fucking kidding? This has been the best year yet,” Mike exclaimed. “Tim is already planning next year’s and says he’ll be trolling to find us each a girl. I might see if Betsy wants in on the action, too.” He blushed, “though that may bring up some other issues.”

I nodded. “Slut, since it looks like we’re closing the week early, if you want, we can call and get you picked up.” I got a tightness in my chest when I said that.

She turned and looked at me, and I could see hurt behind her eyes. “You, um, don’t want me to stay, um, Master?”

I pulled her up into my lap, my thumbs brushing away tears that weren’t there. “Gail, I don’t ever want to let you go. Ever. But I promised to let your friends pick you up when our trip was over.”

She lowered her head to my shoulder, whispering, “yes, Master. I will call.” She got up and retrieved my phone, making the call. She stood there, her back to me, arm wrapped against her body.

“Hi. Yes, well, kinda’. Everyone had to leave early, so he wants to-“ She turned to look at me, her brow creased. “Yes. Just a moment.” She walked over to me looking confused, holding the phone out to me. “He wants to talk to you.”

I took the phone, equally confused. “He?”

She nodded.

“Hello?”

A deep voice answered. “Hello, David. I am Arnold Jeffries. Is there a problem with my daughter’s conduct?”

I looked up at Slut, my eyes wide, and mouthed, “Your father?”

She nodded and shrugged.

“David?”

“Yes, sir. Um. No, sir. Slu… er… Gail has been wonderful. But I promised her and… the woman I spoke to the first day that I would arrange for her to be picked up when our trip was over.”

“I see. And you wish to end your contact now.”

“No, sir. I was actually hoping to make arrangements to see Gail on a regular basis, court her officially.”

I could see a smile tug at her lips.

“I see. I think it would be better to have this discussion in person. If I recall, it took approximately two hours for us to drive her out to your area. I should think we can expect you here by three this afternoon, then.”

I blinked, looking up at Slut. “Um. Sure. Three o’clock should be fine, I guess.”

“Am I to assume that Michael is still with you?”

What the fuck? I turned to look at Mike. “Yes, he is.”

“Good. It has been a while since we have seen him. We look forward to meeting you, David. Goodbye.” The call ended.

I set the phone down on my lap, still looking at Mike. “Start breaking camp, Slut. We are going to meet your parents.” She jumped and giggled, clapping, then started scurrying around. Mike started getting to his feet. I snapped my fingers and pointed at the ground in front of me. “Not you.”

Mike froze, looking rather frightened before kneeling.

“Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do. First, how the fuck does Gail’s father know you, or that you are here. Second, what does he mean that they ‘haven’t seen you in a while’?”

Mike blanched. Slut started moving faster, staying very quiet.

“Well, you see. Betsy is their eldest.”

I looked back and forth between Mike and Gail. “So Gail is your sister-in-law.”

Mike nodded.

“And neither of you decided to mention this little fact?” I was not sure if I felt more betrayed or angry at that point. Either way, my grumpy was starting to boil over to pissed off.

Slut had the sense to look embarrassed as she ducked into our tent. Mike stuttered, “To be fair, you didn’t ask.”

I stood up and exploded. “Why the fuck would I think to ask!?! You’re the one who asked where I’d hired a whore! You fucked her every which way from Tuesday just like the rest of us! Granted, she isn’t biologically your sister, but legally, it’s incest. What the fuck, ‘dude’?”

Mike was cowering, and I could see Gail taking a long time to fold up the blankets. “I didn’t recognize her at first, Dave. I swear. It wasn’t until you said her name that I realized who she was. I’m sorry, man. I’d have told you, I swear.”

“Gail! Did you know?”

“No, Master,” she squeaked. “The last time I saw Michael was at my seventeenth birthday party. Elizabeth doesn’t come home very often, and almost never brings her family.”

I could hear her crying, could see the tears and pain on Mike’s face. It tamped the rage to a dull heat. I turned, heading for the stream path, calling over my shoulder. “Get the truck packed. I need a minute or two to cool off while I figure things out.”

I sat on the stream bank, throwing rocks into the trees across the way. Why was I so angry? So hurt? Did it really matter that one of my best friends had history with the girl I loved? That thought stopped me. I loved her. That beautiful, submissive nymphomaniac. Up until the phone call with her father, I had every intention of taking the little slut home with me, collaring her, even marrying her, just to keep her with me. Had any of that changed?

No, it hadn’t. Even sitting here fuming, I could feel something missing because she wasn’t next to me.

I sighed, getting to my feet. I turned to find Gail kneeling just at the end of the path, her face a mess of tears. Softly, she whispered, “Everything is packed up and ready, Master. I have a set of clothes set out for you to dress in.”

“Come here, Gail.” She started to crawl over. “No. Stand up and walk. The game is on hold for a moment. I want to talk to you.” She got to her feet slowly, stopping a couple steps away, still looking down. I closed the gap, lifting her chin with a gentle finger. “Look at me, Gail.” She lifted her eyes to meet mine. “It bothers me that you and Mike hid this from me. As soon as one of you knew, you both should have told me. Still, it’s done, and it doesn’t change the fact that I have fallen in love with you. I’m still going to try and steal you away and put MY collar on your pretty little neck, and maybe a bit of sparkle on your hand. That is, if you want me to.”

I could see the excitement grow in her eyes as I went on, her tears changing to those of joy. She jumped, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes, yes, yes. I want that very much, Master.”

I laughed, hugging her. “Ok, Slut. Let’s get back so we can go meet your parents and get things settled.”

The drive to her parents’ home was interesting. Slut sat in the middle between Mike and I, still naked save for the steel cuffs and collar. We had to stop in town to fill up on gas. I made her get out and pump the fuel while I went inside to pay and pick up some drinks and munchies for the drive. The other customers and the attendant all stared at her. Most of the men couldn’t help but smile. About half the women made rude comments under their breath. The other half either smiled or complimented her on her bravery. I got some comments as well when I paid for the gas she had pumped. Her face had turned several shades of red by the time we drove off, and I gave her a towel to sit on to keep from staining my seat.

We talked about her family, how her older sister, Elizabeth, had become a Dominant and taken Mike as her submissive. Their parents were just as proud of Betsy as they were of her. She had two brothers, too. They were both in college still, so had not made their decisions as to which way they would choose. Conversation stopped when we pulled up to the gate.

I’m sorry to say that I don’t remember much about that first visit to the Jeffries Estate. I was a little overwhelmed, between finding out about Mike and Gail, then seeing the house, meeting Arnold and Felicia. Arnold was an imposing man, but he doted on his daughter, and she adored him. Felicia was nude, save for a gold and ruby chain that circled her neck. She was the perfect hostess, even if she was on her knees most of the time. It is said that if you want to know what a woman will look like when she gets older, you just have to look at her mother. If that was true, then Gail was going to be causing men to adjust themselves until the day she died. The only reason I could take my eyes from Felicia Jeffries was because I had spent the last several days with Gail.

At the end of the meeting, I reached to hand Gail’s keys to Arnold with some lame excuse about not having earned them yet. A stern look from the man had me clipping the keys to my belt. We shook hands, I got a hug and rather intimate kiss from Felicia, and the three of us drove to my house. Mike was still banished from Betsy for a couple days, so, as is typical when she is entertaining, he stayed with me. We unloaded the truck, got things settled in the house, and Gail made dinner for us, eating from a bowl on the floor. I unlocked the leash chain from her collar, but left the rest of the locks in place, hanging the keys with the rest of mine near the door.

We spent the rest of the night in the living room, watching TV, filling my pet with cum, and enjoying being home. Mike was asleep on the couch when I took Gail up to our room.

We made love, and it felt special, like the first time. As we lay in the afterglow, my arms wrapped around her as we spooned, she whispered. “Master? David? What if I got pregnant from this week? What if the baby isn’t yours?”

I smiled, pulling her close and placing a hand on her belly. “Gail, my lovely little slut. You are mine, so the child will be mine. We’ll get a DNA test, but not to prove paternity, but so we can look for any markers that indicate issues down the road.”

She smiled and snuggled into me, and we slept.

The end for now.

 

Great story. I'm looking forward to more.

 

This is a great story Sir

 

Part 7 of the ongoing 'Camp Slut' storyline. Thank-you for reading it, and I hope you enjoy.

A Slut comes home


The doorbell woke me up. It took a few seconds for me to figure out where I was. I’d gotten used to waking up on the ground in a tent. To be in my bedroom at home was a bit odd after nearly a week in the woods. Gail wasn’t in bed with me, so I figured she would be answering the door. Thinking of my naked slave girl answering the door gave me a chuckle, and I decided I would get around to installing the security webcam so I could enjoy the looks of the people taken unawares. I decided I should probably be up to help deal with whatever or whoever came to the door, so untangled myself from the blankets and made my way downstairs. I didn’t bother putting on even a robe, since it was just Mike and Gail here, plus whomever decided that they would intrude on our solitude. I bought this old farmhouse and the overgrown acres around it because it was remote, sat back from the road, and had a nice sized barn for me to use as a workshop. It had taken a little over a year to remodel the house, getting it up to code and suitable for use by a tech head like myself.

The squee following the door opening hinted that Gail was excited about our visitor. It was almost enough to make me turn around and grab some shorts. I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs to see Gail hugging Elizabeth at the kitchen door that served as the main entrance to the house. Seeing them together, it was impossible to miss the family resemblance. Elizabeth was dressed in what could loosely be called business attire. A dark pencil skirt with matching blazer, and pumps. Other than her glasses, that was it. When she moved, I could see right down her jacket to the bare flesh beneath, and the roll of her hips in the skirt showed none of the telltale signs of panties. I chuckled at the ensemble, then noticed the gold anklet. Even without my coffee, connections started clicking in my head.

“Good morning, Betsy. I didn’t expect you here quite so early. I figured I’d have Mike for another couple of days, still,” I said conversationally, crossing the kitchen to the coffee pot. “Your visitors leave already?”

“Please, David. You know how I detest being called that,” she intoned. She managed a passable show of aristocratic distain with most people, but as I learned more about her- and her family- it was less convincing. She looked around the room, brushing off one of the stools at the island before sitting regally. “Mother told me that little Gail had been claimed, and I had to see to it how she was being cared for.” She accepted the cup of coffee I poured for her without comment. “I must admit to being more than a little surprised when I found out it was you. From what Michelle has told me, I had always assumed that you were gay, or at least a submissive yourself. Timothy or Ss…” She coughed daintily. “Excuse me. Timothy or Stephen sounded much more likely candidates to have taken Gail’s reins.”

Gail looked almost mortified, though whether at my pouring out coffee or at Elizabeth’s comments, I wasn’t sure. I waved her off with a wink and a smile. “Gail, my pet, go get Mike up. Then take him upstairs, both of you get cleaned up, and have him help you find something to wear in my closet. We’re going shopping today, and as enjoyable as it would be, I can’t very well take you to the mall like that.“ I chuckled meaningfully, making Gail blush before she curtsied and left the room. I could hear Mike’s voice as she woke him, and his protests at being dragged away without coming to greet his wife.

Betsy seemed a little put out by it, too. “Is there a reason I am being kept from my husband and slave?”

I smiled wickedly behind my coffee mug, my cock twitching at the turnings in my head. “Yes, there is, Betsy. Or should I call you, ‘Liza’?” I drew out the pronunciation “LIE-za”, thoroughly enjoying the panic I glimpsed before she could suppress it.

“I have no idea to what or whom you refer, David. I go by Elizabeth, or Ms. Turner, if necessary. Why you insist on calling me Betsy or Bets is beyond me.” Her denials came out in a rush.

I chuckled. “Oh, I assure you that it is entirely disrespectful when coming from me, Betsy. It is sort of a bad play on words. ‘Place your Bets on the table, boys!’ I’m basically calling you a whore.”

I was very glad that I hadn’t gotten dressed. It saved me having to try and wash the coffee out of my clothes as she spewed the mouthful across my kitchen before sputtering out several octaves of denials and foul words. “And to think,” she managed as her tirade wound down, “that I suggested to Mother the camping trip be used for Gail’s adventure.”

“Ah, so that’s how she ended up there. Let me guess, you made the suggestion for the camping trip this year. Once it was settled, you coordinated with your family to have Gail happen across our campsite. Did Gail know?”

“Of course not. Part of the trial is her not knowing. And, yes, once Michelle told me of the camping trip, I saw an opportunity. Didn’t, Stephen decide on camping, though? How could I have suggested it?”

I smiled, sipped my coffee, then started moves that would end our little chess game. “You suggested it to him two months ago while he was fucking you for the three days you sent Mike here. Probably while on your knees, screaming and writhing like we had Gail doing for the last week.”

She sputtered, the color of either rage or embarrassment rising from under her jacket to her face. “How… How dare you suggest such a thing!?! I make no secret that I cuckold Michelle, keeping his worthless little pecker locked away except for once a month. To insinuate that I am submissive to anyone is outrageous.” She almost pulled it off.

“Oh, little Liza, I do not insinuate, or accuse, or suggest. I merely state fact. It is a fact that Steve has business clients that supposedly take him out of town over the exact same time period that you send Michael here.” I counted off my points on my fingers. “It is also a fact that you let Michael between your legs only right after returning from here. It is a fact that the days of the exile fall almost exactly one week before your period, the time that you would be ovulating and most fertile.” I chuckled. “Steve has been bragging for years about his ‘Little Liza’, the married little slut who he gets pregnant every time he can manage it. He even had me pick up the present he had made for her- a gold charm anklet with some rather specific pendants.” I pointed at her ankle. “The same one you currently have around your pretty little ankle.”

I could see in her eyes the resignation of her having been discovered, and the wheels turning to try and find a way out of the trap. She finally whispered, “You can’t prove any of it.”

I grinned, letting the trap snap shut. “Oh, my dear, I can. I still have pictures of the anklet from when I picked it up from the jeweler. Steve was very particular about it being just right before he gave it to his little bitch.” I put a bit of mocking sympathy in my voice. “Though, to hear him tell the tale, his ‘Liza’s husband goes away on business so often, leaving his poor, neglected wife all alone at home with the children. Steve is only coming in to show a woman she is appreciated.” I laughed. “I’m willing to bet that Steve doesn’t even know who you really are. I think that should change.”

I let all of the humor drop from my voice. Coldly, quietly, I said, “Stand up and strip.”

She was on her feet before she realized it, reaching for the buttons of her jacket. She stopped, looking at me with real fear in her features for the first time since I’d known her. She whispered, “You… you don’t… can’t command me.” The quiver in her voice told me otherwise.

“Yes, Liza, I can command you, because you want me to. You crave being told what to do, and it kills you that Michael is too submissive to do it. Now remove your clothes.”

She locked her eyes with mine, her last attempt at maintaining her dominance. I just smiled. Her eyes dropped, removing her coat first and hanging it over the back of the stool. Her skirt followed, and I got the satisfaction of having guessed right about her lack of underwear. Finally, her shoes scraped along the tile as she slid them under the stool. She stood naked in my kitchen, her hands folded in front of her in a lame attempt to hide her clean shaven pussy. “Turn so that I can see all of you. Hands behind your head.” She turned slowly, raising her arms and lacing her fingers behind her neck.

I glanced behind her, seeing Mike and Gail looking in through the doorway. His face was stern, almost angry at hearing his wife admit to what I’d had uncovered. He met my gaze and nodded before turning to go into the other room. Gail gave her sister a dark look before nodding to me as well, then followed Mike into the other room. I turned my attention back to Elizabeth.

I smiled as I looked over her curves. She was built much like her sister and mother, but I could see Arnold’s broad shoulders in her. I also noted the small tattoo on her right hip. A stylized “S” that I recognized from Steve’s company stationary.

“Good girl,” I said when she finished. “Now, bend over the island and give me your wrists.” She whimpered softly as she moved to comply. I reached over and took her wrists, pulling her up onto the counter. It was high enough that she dangled. I walked around behind her, seeing her puffy sex opening up. I placed a hand between her legs, pressing with my palm. “So, what happened? You got scared when your time came? You decided to act like a Domme so you wouldn’t have to go through the trial?” I slapped her ass. “Answer me, Liza.”

She cried out. “Yes, Sir. Mother told me how she was misused during her first trial, and how she was lost for days for her second. I was afraid and couldn’t handle it. So I tried to be Dominant.” She was sobbing, her back arching, lifting her ass to try and rub her wet pussy against my hand. “When I came home from college with Michael collared, no one questioned it. I met Master after Michael and I married, and he helped keep my secret.”

I nodded, slipping a finger between her nether lips, teasing the hole of her cunt, and she moaned. “And you were hoping that Steve would claim Gail, to make it easier to hide your time spent with him.”

“Yes, Sir. But You claimed her, and figured out everything. Please, Sir. I can’t do the trial, even now.”

I chuckled, moving my hand to her hips and standing behind her. “I don’t think you will have to worry about the trial, breeder. You already have a Master.” I raised my voice. “Gail, dear. Bring me my phone.” She came in wearing one of my tank-tops like a sundress and handed me my phone, a look of smug satisfaction on her face as she saw Liza.

I dialed Steve’s cell. “Hey, man. You busy?”

He sounded sleepy and confused. “Um. No, I guess not. What’s up?”

“I was hoping you could come by. Gail’s moving in and I want to get some things settled so she can take care of the house and shit when away for work.”

“Oh, right. Yeah. Give me an hour or so to wake up and get around and I’ll be over.”

“So about two hours. I know how you drive, grandpa.” We laughed. “Thanks, man. I’ll be sure to have something special for you when you get here. For your troubles.” I smiled, looking down at a quietly sobbing Liza. “See you in a bit.” The line went dead, and I handed the phone back to my pet. “Thank-you, my dear. Go see to Mike. I’m certain that he will need a shoulder, if nothing else.” She nodded and left.

I looked down at the quivering slut stretched out below me. “I’m sure Steve will be very interested in all of this when he gets here. In the meantime, however, I am going to take a little payback for my friend. Since he fucked my slut all weekend, I’m sure he won’t mind my taking a piece of his while I’m waiting.” I pulled her down onto my cock, shoving my entire length into her in one stroke. I slid in easily, but she screamed as her cunt stretched around me.

Her body shook as she started cumming almost immediately. I took my time in stroking in and out of her spasming pussy. I kept my hands on her hips, pulling her tight against me, controlling how fast she could move along my length. She was screaming, begging, moaning like a whore in heat for me to fuck her hard and fast. As tempting as it was to pound this little slut, I forced myself to take my time, letting my own orgasm build slowly, savoring the tingle, the tightening of my balls until I could hold back no longer. I slammed forward to bury myself a deeply as I could in her as the first jets of my sperm shot into her. I stroked my cock with her body just enough to milk as much seed into her as I could before going soft. I pushed her legs together to keep my spunk trapped inside of her as long as possible after I backed out.

“Stay there, breeder. Your Master will be along soon to pick you up. “

I left the room. I didn’t want to admit how much her sobbing on my kitchen counter actually bothered me. I hoped Steve could keep a handle on her now. I also didn’t know what Mike was going to do. I didn’t mind him staying with Gail and I, but I didn’t know how he was going to feel about it. I found them out in my workshop. Mike was giving Gail the tour of the place, as she hadn’t seen it yet. They both came over when I entered, Gail going to her knees and starting to clean me off without being asked.

Mike simply asked, “Are you done?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Steve’s on his way. Should be here in about an hour, and I’ll talk to him, explain what’s up. From how’s he’s talked over the years, I doubt he’ll think twice about taking her with him, and getting paternity tests redone for the kids should be a snap, and will probably show that they are his. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want. You’ll be a free man, so you can do whatever you want. Everything was in her name, so you’ll be able to walk away clean and start over.”

He looked down at Gail as she finished and got to her feet. “I’m not sure what I’d do. I’ve been taking orders for so long, I don’t know.” He sighed. “You’re not bi by any chance, are you?”

I stood there looking at him for a few seconds before my mind engaged enough to answer. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. I could take over as your Dominant for a while, see how things go. We could talk to the Jeffries, too. They might know someone.” A wicked thought wriggled its way into my head, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You know the rules, though. Sluts and breeders don’t get clothes here. So if that’s what you want, strip, buddy.”

Gail giggled, Mike laughed. Mike left his clothes in the workshop when we went back to the house.

Steve was there, standing in the doorway with his briefcase in hand, staring at Elizabeth’s ass hanging over the island in my kitchen. “David?” was all he could muster.

I nodded, motioning him to a stool. Gail hurried and poured coffee for Steve and I, and went to kneel by the door. I shook my head and pointed at the chairs. She sat carefully, giggling softly like she felt she was doing something naughty.

Steve was still staring, then turned his gaze to me, questioning.

“First, let’s start with some reintroductions,” I said. “Stephen Danvers, meet Elizabeth Jeffries Turner. You know her better as ‘Liza’, but we’ve all called her ‘Betsy’. She has been married to our little Michael Turner here for the last eight years or so.”

Steve looked at Mike, who was quietly easing himself into a chair next to Gail. “Mike?”

Mike nodded. “I knew she was boinking someone when she sent me here for the few days every month. I never asked who.”

Steve looked heartbroken. “Mike. Buddy. I.. I didn’t know. She… She told me her husband was away on business all the time. I… Dude.” He looked up at me. “How? What tipped you off?”

I pointed at her ankle. “The anklet you had me pick up a couple months ago. Plus, the timing of your ‘emergency client call’ is exactly when Mike is usually exiled. I also wondered about the coincidence of Mike’s sister-in-law having to ‘just happen’ to wander into our camp.” I could see that fact click into place in his head, and he looked at Gail, then back to Liza. “Anyway, she’s yours for the taking, if you want her. I don’t think there will be much to contest in the divorce.”

“Oh, I’ll take her, alright. Don’t worry, Mike. We’ll make sure that everything is square between us. I didn’t know, and I want to make it right.” Steve got up, walked around the table, and hugged Mike before realizing the smaller man was naked.

Mike smiled, really smiled. “It’s cool, dude, really. I’m just glad to be free of her for a while. Having my dick locked away all the time got old.”

Steve picked up Liza’s clothes and left with her naked in the front seat. He said he knew a lawyer that would help him work through the legal shit storm that this was going to be.

Gail started more coffee and brunch, while Mike and I sat down at the table, working out some logistics. He was going to take a few weeks off work, using the time to move his stuff out of the old house. I had the spare room he normally slept in when he visited anyway, so that wasn’t an issue. Gail came over with plates for Mike and me, and started to get on the floor with her bowl.

“Love, get up. The camping trip is over. You can eat at the table like anyone else,” I laughed. She blushed and got silverware for herself. We chatted through brunch.

While Gail cleaned up from the meal, I slid my chair back, opening my legs toward Mike. He looked at me confused. “Well, if we are going to give this a go, we might as well get things started. On your knees, bitch,” I laughed. “Let’s see what your mouth can do.”

His expression was shocked, but he lowered himself between my legs, moving forward and softly taking my cock in his grip. Gail finished the dishes and leaned on the island to watch. Mike started stroking my slowly, his hand gliding across my skin as my erection grew again. He cupped his mouth over the opening in the top of his hand, letting my growing shaft start to rub against his tongue and mouth. It did not take long before I was rock hard. He continued his stroking/facefucking until I felt the first spasms of my balls. I grabbed his head and shoved myself down his throat, shooting my load so deep he had a choice of swallowing or choking. He swallowed. When I was spent, he backed off a step before sitting on his heels.

“Not bad,” I said. “We’ll have Gail give you tips later. For now, though, consider yourself collared.”

He smiled, lowered his eyes, and whispered, “Thank-you, Master.” I rolled my eyes and sighed.

Gail giggled from the kitchen. “So do I call you ‘sister’ or ‘brother’?”

We all laughed at that.

“Get dressed, both of you. We have some shopping to do.”

 

Taking the sluts shopping

It took me a few minutes to clean up and get dressed after the morning excitement. As I got back to the kitchen, both Mike and Gail were waiting for me. Mike had run out to the workshop and grabbed his clothes. Gail was wearing one of my grey tank-tops as a dress. I could not help but laugh at the irony, and laughed harder when they looked at me confused. All I could say was, “Wife beater.”

We piled into the front of my truck and headed to the mall. As we parked and got out, I got a little concerned. As long as Gail didn’t bend over, she was relatively decent. At least, all of her ‘naughty bits’ were covered. Her tits filled out the shirt well enough that there was little risk of her falling out of it, but they also lifted the bottom enough to almost expose her ass and pussy. Looking her over, I noticed two other things of importance. First, she was barefoot. Not surprising, considering that was how she came to me and I didn’t own any flip-flops or sandals that would have fit her. Second, she was still wearing all of her cuffs and her collar, the keys for which were all still hanging up at the house. I checked my watch.

“Ok. It’s just after ten, so the stores are all open, but the lunch crowd shouldn’t be here yet. That gives us about an hour to get you socially acceptable.”

We walked casually up to the doors, not wanting to draw any more attention than necessary. The blast of air conditioning that hit us as we opened the door was enough to get Gail’s nipples standing on end, which her makeshift dress did nothing to hide. Gail padded along the tile floors silently as I enjoyed the view of her I caught in the storefront reflections. One of the stores caught my attention, and the evil pervert in me decided on my first purchase.

The store was one of those that sell the Oriental knock-off novelties- kimonos, decorative sword sets, etc. They also sold the item I that had sparked my imagination. As I approached the display, I could hear the clerk ask Gail about her cuffs.

“Miss? Why you wearing those? Are you alright?” she whispered loudly.

Gail giggled, “Yes, Ma’am. I wear these because Master has not taken them off. He will if I ask Him to, though.”

The clerk looked at me as I picked up the box I wanted, turning with a smile. “You are her Master? Like she is slave?” I wondered if her accent was real or for the benefit of her customers. It sounded just annoying enough to be authentic, but since I didn’t speak Mandarin, there was no way for me to really test her.

“Yes. She is my slave. She will do whatever I tell her to.” I set my purchase on the counter and reached for my wallet.

“What if she don’t want to do?” the woman asked, looking skeptically at my pet, noticing just exactly Gail was- and was not- wearing.

“Then she tells me and I let her go home,” I replied, waiting for her to ring up my purchase.

“Prove. Tell her strip.”

I looked over at Gail, who was blushing and pressing her thighs together. I could tell she was scared and excited at the prospect. Then I looked at the very open storefront. “Part of my being her Master is taking care of her, protecting her. That means not letting or making her do anything that will get her put in jail.” I couldn’t tell who was more disappointed- Gale, Mike, or the clerk. I smiled. “However, if she were to stand behind those screens there,” I pointed at a set of folding screens near the front of the store, “ then she would be hidden well enough to stay out of trouble. At least until someone walked into the store.” Everyone looked where I indicated, then at me. Gail and Mike looked hopeful, the clerk looked intrigued.

She looked around the store thoughtfully, then nodded. “I make deal. You tell her to hand me dress, then walk over and stand behind screens. I give you one item from store under one hundred dollars.”

I smiled and nodded to Gail. She eyed the door nervously as she crossed to the counter. Giving me a last look, she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over her head, handing it to the clerk. The blush started just above her breasts and went quickly to her hairline. She walked at an almost normal pace to the screens, the locks tinkling against her cuffs, then turned to us, keeping her hands behind her back. I could see her nether lips beginning to puff as her excitement increased.

I turned to the clerk, who looked amazed and impressed. She smiled up at me. “You choose.” She looked almost disappointed again when I pushed the small box I had already placed on the counter toward her. “Just this? No. Not enough. Choose something else.”

I shook my head. “This is what I had planned to buy already. I don’t need anything else, except maybe another set of these.”

The old woman looked up at me, then over at Gail, who was trying not to look nervous as people continued to walk past. “Okay. Two sets.”

“Deal,” I said, taking the box. “Gail, my pet. Come get these please. And your shirt. Don’t put it back on yet. Take them with you back to the screens. Michael. Pick out another box like these.” I pulled the pair of two-inch wide steel balls from the box on the counter, holding them out for Gail with her shirt. As I moved the balls, small chimes rang from inside of them.

Gail, to her credit, walked over immediately without looking to see if it was safe to do so. She took the balls and her shirt and went to stand back behind the screens, looking a bit confused. I smiled at the look they all shared, taking the box that Mike handed me.

“Now, my pet,” I said, “slip both of those balls up into your cunt and hold them there while we continue our shopping.” The reaction was better than I had expected. The clerk started sputtering, Mike started choking on his own tongue, and Gail’s eyes went very wide.

Softly, she whispered, “yes, Master.” She spread her legs slightly, pressing the first ball along her slit. I could see the concentration on her face as she fought not to moan. Once the ball was coated enough with her juices, she pushed it up into her. She stifled her moan, her eyes closing, her body shaking a bit. Once it was firmly seated inside of her, she started lubing the second ball, taking significantly less time to get it ready. I smiled at her whimpered moan as her vagina stretched to accept the two balls. She stood shivering for a minute as her body adjusted. Finally, she stood straight, her legs closed, and opened her eyes to look at me. I could see her juices starting to coat her thighs.

“That’s a good girl. Put your shirt on now, so we can get back to shopping.” I turned back to the clerk, who was staring at Gail. “So, we are good?” The clerk nodded, her gaze still on Gail, who had dressed and was making her way back toward us. I chuckled, hearing the telltale clacking and soft chimes as she moved. I picked up both the full and empty boxes and headed for the door. “A pleasure doing business with you, ma’am,” I said, my pets in tow.

I kept my pace casual as I led our merry troop to the shoe store down the way. The sounds locks clicking, balls clacking, and chimes ringing followed me, along with heavy breathing and the occasional whimper. I almost laughed in glee when I turned around at the door to the shoe store I had selected and motioned for the two to enter in front of me. Gail’s face was a mask of controlled anguish, flushed from her arousal and from the embarrassment of it. She looked relieved as I told her to take a seat, then moaned and shivered as her weight settled on the hard plastic surface, pushing the balls even deeper and more firmly into her.

I leaned in and whispered to her, “You may cum as often as you like, my little slut. Just know that if you do, and you are too loud about it, everyone around will know.” I stood up and enjoyed the look of mixed relief and horror on her face as she looked around. I motioned Mike to sit, at well before the salesman walked up.

“Good morning, folks. My name is Alan. How can I help you today?” he said cheerily.

I smiled and offered my hand, which he shook. I then indicated the two seated. “I need new shoes for these two. A low, strappy sandal for her, I think. Just enough to say that she’s wearing shoes if someone asks. For him, I want a nice, low heeled boot. Two, maybe three inch heel, and mid-calf.”

Alan nodded and kept smiling as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Mike blushed but was quiet. Gail, I think, was still too preoccupied to be paying us much attention at the moment. The salesman pulled a stool over, sitting in front of Gail with the measurement plate. She lifted her foot mechanically, whimpering again as the balls shifted with her movement. When Alan noticed her bare feet and the cuffs, he frowned a little, but said nothing. He measured both of Gail’s feet, making no attempt to hide his looking up her dress, then moved over to Mike, repeating the measuring process. With a few jotted notes, he smiled and headed to the back room.

Mike looked up at me, looking a little concerned. “Um, Dave? Master? Heels?”

I smiled down at him, “Yes, ‘Michelle’.” I stressed the name. “I think it will be interesting how much I can sissify you before you say, ‘Uncle’.” I chuckled as he blanched. “I won’t make you go to work or the like. It will be mostly around the house, for my amusement, though I might take you on limited outings as Michelle.”

He looked down, a sullen, “yes, Master,” coming as Alan returned with several boxes in his hands. Alan sat in front of Mike first, pulling out a boot for my approval. I smiled and nodded. Mike let the salesman remove his shoes and socks, the slide one of the stocking pieces over Mike’s feet before fitting the boots on. They were snug, zipped up the inside of the calf. I chuckled as I saw the buckle and hasp to lock the boot in place. Alan knew exactly what he was doing, and I had to wonder just how often he filled such orders for customers.

He looked up and smiled at my nodded approval before moving over to Gail. He pulled a wet wipe from one of the boxes and carefully washed her feet. I wasn’t sure if her shiver was from her treatment or the steel that shifted inside of her with every movement. Once Alan seemed satisfied, he produced several choices for me to look at. I picked an almost Romanesque sandal for her. Alan expertly wove the laces under her ankle cuffs.

Yeah, Alan had some interesting clients.

I made Mike keep the boots on and pack his shoes and socks in the box for the boots while I went with Alan to ring up the purchases. As I signed the receipt, the salesman slid a card across the counter. “This shop should be able to provide you with the sizes you’ll need for him.” I thanked him, pocketing the card for a dress shop. I turned and walked toward the front of the store.

“Come along, my pets. I need to at least get Gail a dress that won’t show quite as obviously that she is wetter than if she had pissed herself.” I laughed as Gail turned to look in one of the mirrors to see the entire back of her “dress” was dark with her leaked arousal. Alan had already started mopping up the mess in the chair with another wet wipe and some paper towels, chuckling himself. Gail blushed again, looking panicked at me. “Our next stop is the dress store, my dear. The longer you stand here whimpering and cumming, the more people will be in the mall to see. Now let’s get moving.”

Sure enough, there were more people wandering the walkways as I led my pets to the other end of the mall from where we entered. The sounds of heels clicking, ball clattering and chiming, and two voices whimpering in humiliation was enough that I had to adjust myself a couple times. When we finally turned into the clothing store, Gail was carrying the bag with the shoe boxes behind her back to hid the wet spot, and both were in as hard a blush as I’d ever seen.

Suzette, the store manager, came out to greet me, smiling as she saw my charges. “David, my dear. What lovely playthings you bring me.” She circled them both, eying them critically. “She is gorgeous. However did you convince her to let your hands on her.” She smiled wider seeing the back of Gail’s dress and the trail of liquid running down her thighs. “Oh, my friend, you absolutely must have me over sometime. This little morsel is enough to turn even the staunches of dick lovers.” She turned her attention to Mike, ignoring Gail’s whimper. “And who is this?”

“Michael, Ma’am”, Mike whispered.

“Michelle, when we are through, Suzy,” I laughed. “I will need full wardrobes for both of them sent to the house. I also need something for her today.”

Suzette nodded, hmming as she considered. Finally she nodded and walked to the back of the store, waving us all to follow. “Come now, children. Let’s get you properly attired for your Master, shall we? Strip, both of you,” she commanded as we went around the corner to the dressing rooms. Both of them were beyond arguing at this point, and were quickly standing naked while Suzette took measurements quickly and efficiently. Mike’s cock stood straight out from his body, but the seamstress took no notice.

When she was done, she pulled several outfits off of the wracks, bringing them back for the pets to try on. I settled on a black peasant style sundress for Gail to wear out, loose and flowing. The rest of the outfits I arranged to have sent to the house

I exchanged cheek kisses with Suzette before took my pets back to the car. The mall was filling up quickly with lunch goers, so I showed a little mercy and we walked around the outside. Gail had to stop three times to lean against a wall or sit on a bench while trying to muffle her moans and cumming. Her legs were soaked by the time we got to the car, and she was leaving wet footprints behind her, which dried quickly on the warm pavement.

She came two more times on the drive home.

When we walked through the door, I ordered both to strip and let Gail take the balls out. It took her ten minutes and two more orgasms to push the spheres from her very wet cunt. I sat back and enjoyed the show as I told Mike to lick her clean. The process caused her to cum again, making more work for him, but he didn’t seem to mind.

 

Chapter 8- Another round for Bitch

Dana opened her eyes groggily. At least, she thought she did. She blinked, but still could not see anything. As awareness creeped back, she realized she was wearing a hood that covered most of her head, leaving only her mouth and nose uncovered. She could feel that it extended down to wrap around her neck as well. Then she felt that the hood was the only covering she was wearing. She could feel cold metal around each wrist and ankle, keeping her spread eagle on whatever hard, smooth surface she lay on. Her back and ass were cold from the concrete.

Concrete. She was on a floor. She was naked, chained spread eagle on a floor. This scared her at first, then the fear edged toward excitement. She didn’t hear anyone else around. She pulled on one of the handcuffs on her wrists. Handcuffs. Another piece of the puzzle. All of the restraints felt like police issued cuffs. The echoes that the cuffs made in the room as they rattled against whatever they were secured to were familiar. Like a locker room. That was it. She was in a locker room. But where? Which locker room? How did she get here? And why was she here?

She could hear voices now. They were faint, but getting closer. They sounded familiar, too. She could hear them enter the locker room, then round the corner into the aisle she was sprawled in. She knew exactly when they noticed her.

“What the fuck?” one male said.

“Dude! Who is she?” another voice piped in.

A chorus of male voices started to chatter excitedly. Dana stayed quiet, not sure what else she could do. What she did know was that she was on display for all of them. As that fact started to sink in, she could feel the heat start to build in her pussy. She was helpless to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her. A few days ago- at least she thought it was a few days- that would have terrified her. After meeting Gail and being used at the camp, her attitude had changed.

She remembered leaving the camp with Andy, still naked and wearing the dog collar he’d brought for her. She remembered getting home and walking brazenly across the yard with Barker. That’s where everything went fuzzy, though.

She stiffened, feeling a hand on her ankle. “Yeah. These are real. Anyone got a key?” Another chorus, all saying some variation of “no”.

Then she heard the words that she had both hoped and feared. “Dude. She’s not going anywhere. Let’s fuck the shit of her before someone else finds her.” The suggestion was met by silence at first, then all she could hear was cloth rustling as the guys stripped, discussing who was going to do what first where. She could sense them moving around, feel the occasional touch as the positioned themselves. She felt hands grasp her arms and legs, lifting her so one could slide under her. She felt his hard cock rubbing along her moistening slit, poking at her asshole.

“Hey, she’s already been lubed up! This bitch is ready to party!” the guy under her shouted. He pushed up, sliding easily into her. Being stretched as quickly as she was by his cock hurt a little, but all she could do was moan. This opened her mouth for the cock that suddenly invaded it and was shoved ruthlessly down her throat, pushing her down even harder onto the one in her ass. She could feel another one getting into position to impale her cunt, and would have cried out if not for the flesh gag.

The three of them worked well together, rocking her back and forth between them, pistoning her, letting her breathe but not make any significant noise. The give on her restraints was just enough to let them use her, but not enough for her to do much else. Her first orgasm crashed over her suddenly and without warning, and she thrashed. She could feel all three of them tense at once, giving her only a moment’s notice before the shoved themselves as deep as they could and unloaded their semen into her.

She lay shaking and moaning as they pulled out and the next three got into position. All of the cocks went into her quickly, picking up a slightly different rhythm than the first group, but no less effective. She lost herself in the motion, the action, the sheer helpless sexual use of her by these unknown men. She did not bother trying to keep count of how many times they came in her, or where they came. She felt spurts of hot jizz hit her tits and stomach as guys who couldn’t wait to release their load inside of her spewed on her instead. On and on the parade of cocks and semen went, until she her cunt and ass were sore, her throat hoarse from screaming around cocks that filled her throat, until her skin was sticking and stiff from drying cum.

Finally, the last one pulled out of her and they left her laying there. She could still hear them in the room, moving around her, opening and closing lockers. She could hear the showers run then shut off. She heard them all leave and the locker room get quiet. They had left her. They’d used her as a plaything, dumped load after load of spunk in and on her, then left her tied and nasty where they’d found her. She cried behind the mask at the humiliation of it, her cunt twitching at being used so thoroughly and at her growing excitement of her humiliation.

David and Gail would be so proud of her, wouldn’t they? Would Andy? Where was he? She started to question where she was again. As she lay there, she tried to piece together more of her memories.

She had gone inside, fed Barker. She had not gotten dressed or tried to take the collar off yet. Not that she could because Andy still had the key to the padlock that held it on. She had taken a shower, enjoying the naughty feeling of the collar still. She masturbated in the shower, remembering how slutty she had been at the camp, how much she had loved being used like that. Barker had come in to investigate her screaming as she came on her fingers with abandon.

When she finished, she dried off and went to the kitchen, still naked. She took a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and opened it. As she swallowed the third mouthful, she registered the odd taste to the water, and realized she hadn’t heard the seal break on the lid. She turned to the sink. The room began to spin too quickly. Barker was barking from the bathroom. The water bottle hit the floor and started pouring out. She remembered thinking that she was going to have to buy a mop. Someone else was there, standing over her, lifting her. She had been so tired. She had closed her eyes.

“Okay,” she said out loud, her voice echoing in the empty locker room. “I was drugged and brought here. First thing would be to try and get loose, then to figure out where ‘here’ is.” She pulled on the cuffs holding her wrists, tried shifting to reach whatever the other end was attached to. The chains were too long and she did not have enough slack. When she rattled the chains, she could here metal on metal, like the cuffs were latched around pipe. She tried whipping the chain up to see if it would unhook, but she could hear it hit something at the top of the pipe before dropping back down. Since she seemed to be in the middle of the aisle, she figured she was chained to whatever benches were there. She tried cupping her hands and pulling them through the cuff, but they were latched too tightly.

Settled that she was not getting free any time soon, she turned her attention to the hood. She tried using her shoulder to find whatever fastenings there were. She could feel her collar spinning around her neck, but could not get past it to get any feel on her hood.

Trapped and blind. Great. She started calling out for help, listening to her voice echo in the empty space. She could hear some car traffic at first, but that too quieted down. She started to get cold as the air and juices coating her cooled down. She lay there shivering for some time before dozing off.

She woke hearing a door slam shut. She sat up quickly, listening. She sat there for almost a minute before realizing what she was doing, and what it meant. She felt her wrists and ankles, making sure they were free. Her fingers went to her neck, looking for a way to remove the hood. Soon the leather mask was off and she looked around for the first time.

A locker room. But she knew that. The mascot on the wall was for the college two towns over from where she lived. Well, at least she had an idea of where she was now. The chains that had restrained her were gone, and she lay naked in the dried puddle of spunk, sweat, and such. She got up and went to the showers, reveling in the warm water as she washed away the residue of her previous abuse. Standing there naked in the dark, abandoned lock room, she felt the excitement building again. She remembered the young men taking their pleasure, with her helpless to do anything but accept it. Her fingers slid down between her legs, between her pussy lips. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a sigh. As her fingers made small, quick circles around her clit, her other hand cupped her breasts, pulling her nipples, imagining that it was her anonymous assailants that were taking her again. She came hard and fast, leaning against the shower wall, moaning.

She quickly finished washing off, turning off the water. There were no towels she could find to dry off or cover herself with, so she stood in front of the air dryers as much as she could. Quietly, she crept to the door, carefully opening it and peeking out. It was late. Probably just after midnight, based on the stars she could see. Being a deputy for the county that served the state park had its perks. If she could find a phone, she could call Andy to come get her. She just had to find a phone.

Dana carefully let the door close, then went to check the office. It was locked. Figures. She checked the rest of the locker room, but found no other phones or anything else that would help her. She tried to remember the layout of the college from the last time she’d visited the campus. It was just outside of town, and did not have campus housing. She was not likely to encounter anyone other than the occasional late studier or security guard. She took a deep breath and stepped out the door. She tried to float the door, not letting it close completely, but with nothing to prop it, the return pulled it closed with a loud ‘click’. She looked around quickly. No one. So far, so good.

She moved away from the building, trying to stay in the shadows as much as possible as she made her way down the sidewalks. She crisscrossed the campus three times without finding trace of a payphone. She had to duck into the nearby bushes twice as a security guard trundled past on his golf cart, and lay flat on the grass once, hoping the gaggle of students didn’t notice her.

Two hours had passed since she had left the relative safety of the men’s locker room, and she still had not found a phone. Resigned, she walked to the security office, not bothering to hide. The guard was almost a perfect gentleman. He let her into the office to make her call, sat her down, offered a cup of coffee while she waited for Andy to come. He didn’t offer any covering, though. Nor did he make any attempt to hide his ogling and appreciation for what he saw. She looked around, feeling suddenly very wicked.

She got down on her knees under the desk, crooking a finger at the guard and smiling meaningfully. He grinned, sitting in his chair and rolling toward her. Dana quickly opened his pants, pulling out his stiffening cock and began to suck it, stroking it with her hand as she took each of his balls between her lips. He stiffened as she heard the office door open, but shoved his prick down her throat, trying to get him off as fast as she could. She fucked her face with him with all the abandon she felt, not caring about the slurping noises that were coming from under the desk. She felt a wicked satisfaction as the guard grunted and she could feel his balls pumping their prize down her throat.

Once she had milked him for as much as she could, she crawled out from under the desk.

Andy was leaning on the counter, smiling at her.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked smugly.

“Immensely. I don’t have a clue how I got here, but I’m going to have to thank whoever drugged my water,” she responded, wiping a stray glob of goo from her lip.

Andy laughed, motioning her from around the counter. “Let’s get you home, ya’ slut, before you end up fucking everyone on campus.”

She stopped and leaned into him, going up on her toes to reach and give him a deep passionate kiss. As she sauntered past him to the door, she smiled over her shoulder seductively and whispered, “yes, Master.”

 

Chapter 9- Honor thy Father and slut


I was out in the workshop trying to isolate a particularly bothersome card fault when I heard the chime indicating someone was coming down the driveway. I flipped the TV to the security feed to see an expensive looking luxury car easing its way down the gravel, and I laughed. I hit the intercom. “Gail, I think your parents have come for a visit. Set a couple extra places for lunch. Mike, get another pot of coffee on and make sure we have some cold beer in the fridge. I’m on my way up.” I cut off the channel to twin, “Yes, Master” responses.

It had been a little over a month since my sluts had moved in, and things were settling into a decent routine. They took turns being “on duty” serving me, though Mike’s service was more of a butler than a sex slave. The boy could suck dick, but I still wasn’t comfortable fucking him. More often, I’d sic him on Gail- or her on him, depending on who was on duty that day. She’d had two periods so far, one shortly after our shopping trip, the second just having ended. We were all a little disappointed that we hadn’t gotten her pregnant yet, but were cheered by the fact that it meant we could keep trying. Mike went into his work on his days off from me. Gail, as it turned out, had degrees in Business Administration and Accounting, which worked out well for me since I both sucked at and hated doing the paperwork part of my contracting business. She took over doing my books and scheduling, and things hadn’t run smoother. I made sure she gave herself a salary worthy of her contributions. It all went into the “Communal Household Account”, but at least we’d pass a SOX audit if anyone asked.

It took me a few minutes to get my workbench cleaned up and to get up to the house. As I walked in the back, Gail was greeting her mother, with Arnold standing patiently waiting for the girls to finish. I finished wiping my hands with the rag I’d carried with me before extending one to Gail’s father.

“Mr. Jeffries. A pleasure to see you both again, sir. Welcome.”

Arnold frowned as he took my hand, looking every bit as imposing has he had when we first met at his home. “David. It’s ‘Arnold’, ‘Mr. Jefferies’, or ‘Dad’. If you call me ‘Sir’ again, I will put you on your knees and shove my dick down your throat. “ He chuckled at that, seeming to find the threat amusing for some reason.

I laughed with him, stepping back and offering him a seat at the kitchen table. “Arnold, then, since I won’t call you ‘Dad’ until Gail and I are married, and I’d rather not be treated with that particular taste. Coffee?” I took a seat and motioned to Mike, who was standing along the wall, waiting. He quickly moved to pour two mugs, setting them on the table next to the sugar bowl and cream, then went back to wait.

Arnold watched with a small smile as he took a seat before looking around. “I see you have decided to keep Michael around as well. I have always been fond of him, and was concerned about where he would end up after leaving Elizabeth’s service.”

I nodded, smiling at Mike’s blush, and his growing erection. He and Gail stayed nude while at home. I didn’t require it, and made sure they knew that, but I certainly didn’t mind the views. Gail was chatting quietly while kneeling in the corner with her mother, both naked except for their collars. I’d taken Gail’s cuffs off of her after we got back from the mall last month. I hadn’t found a collar I liked for Mike yet, so he just wore a simple chain and lock for now.

“I considered finding him another Dominant to take his leash, but I’ve grown rather accustomed to him. It gives Gail time off to do other things, and he helps me keep her satisfied. I love her dearly, but your daughter is an insatiable little slut. She would kill me if I didn’t have Mike here to help keep her busy.”

The other Master nodded, chuckling as he took a drink of coffee. “Do you often entertain in the kitchen? Rather informal, is it not?”

I shrugged. “I generally don’t care for formalities. I like comfort and convenience. I don’t have a formal sitting room, and the only other real gathering space is the living room where I have the TV and gaming systems.” I looked over at the girls. “Gail, show your mother around the house. Mike can handle things in here, and it will let her get familiar with where things are if she is called on.”

My pet looked up and smiled. “Yes, Master.” The ladies both got to their feet smoothly and padded out, continuing to chat. I took a moment to enjoy the twin views.

I turned my attention back to Mr. Jeffries, who was looking at me thoughtfully. “So, to what do I owe the honor of a visit? Coming to make sure I’m not mistreating your baby girl too much, or to scold me for outing your eldest as a fraud?”

He chuckled. “My, you are direct. The former, actually. We suspected Elizabeth’s duplicity, but had no evidence or real reasons to act. I understand that the legalities are all settled to the satisfaction of all?” He looked over at Michael, who nodded. “Good. I would rather not have an extended and ugly court battle. Especially given the lifestyle we all seem to be enjoying. To the point, though, I wanted to ensure that Gail was being properly cared for, and to offer assistance if needed.”

“We are secure financially, thanks to Mike’s and my work, and his settlement. Gail has been keeping us on budget, better than I was before having her here, actually. I will let her discuss how she feels she is being treated, because anything I say on the subject would be viewed as biased.”

He nodded. “I am sure her mother is getting a full report, so I will keep my focus on your contributions. I am prepared to offer a stipend for her care and comfort. A rather substantial one, actually.”

I smiled, setting my mug down. “Mr. Jeffries, I will admit to being proud, stubborn, and, as you pointed out, direct. So I’ll be honest with you. No matter how we decide to word or explain it away, there is a part of me that would see any money as charity- an admission that I can’t take care of my family. That’s what Gail and Mike are to me now- family. Now, if you have work for me to do at… “ I trailed off. “What, exactly, is it that you do?”

He laughed, nodding. “Direct, proud, and stubborn. Well said, son. Well said, indeed. I am the current Executive Vice President of Carmine Steel Works. We manufacture various specialty items, such as the collar and cuffs that Gail was given, as well as the one my wife wears. Felicia is the owner and CEO on paper. Her father gave her- and consequentially, me- the company when we were married. Elizabeth is next in line to inherit, with her husband of course. Stephen, now, is it not? Gail and the boys will be given shares and yearly bonuses, based on company performance.” He stopped, looking over at Michael. “Get me his measurements and I will have something more appropriate sent over. Something to match Gail’s, if you like.”

I sat staring for a good thirty seconds before my brain managed to get traction again, much to the apparent amusement of Arnold. “Right. So, Gail’s a millionaire.” I gave Mike a dark look as he giggled, and he quieted, still smiling. “Well, don’t I just seem like a jack-ass braying at the moon?”

Arnold, chuckled. “No, David, quite the opposite. You have impressed me. Enough that I am going to offer you long term contract. The factory systems are long overdue to be updated. I want you to oversee the project. That will provide you a balm for your pride, and an excuse for me to give you and your family as much money as I care to.”

I shook my head before looking over at Mike. “Quit your job. You are on my payroll now. I can do the hardware, but the coding required for the updates will be your job.” Mike nodded as I heard giggling from around the corner. I raised my voice, “And don’t think you’re getting out of the extra work, either, slut. Who do you think is going to be handling the invoicing?” The laughter stopped and the girls came back in, Gail looking a little nervous.

Arnold and I chuckled at Gail’s expression, and I waved her over to me. “Come here, pet.” She knelt by my chair, laying her head in my lap so I could stroke her hair. “I imagine you overheard what I was telling your father about how much I appreciate you helping out around here.”

She nodded, “Yes, Master.”

I smiled, watching Felicia take a similar position next to Arnold. “Good. Now I want you to show your parents the results of their training in regards to your skills,” I said to Gail. She lifted her head and smiled, her hands reaching up toward my waist. I slapped her hands lightly, still smiling. “Not on me, my horny little slut.” The look of near horror on her face as she glanced at her father was priceless. “No, not him, either, naughty girl. Go over and make Mike cum inside of your pussy. Neither of you may use your hands except to brace yourselves.” Mike and Gail looked at each other and giggled. I sipped my coffee mug and sat back to enjoy the show. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Arnold smiling, pulling Felicia’s face toward the bulge starting to form in his trousers.

Mike lifted his hands, lacing his fingers behind his neck, and pressed himself back against the wall. Gail got to her feet and turned her back to him, bending over and pressing his erect cock between her ass cheeks, flexing her knees to begin stroking him. He closed his eyes, his smile and heavy breathing showing how he felt.

I looked over at the Jeffries in time to watch Felicia begin working her Master’s cock between her lips. I made a note to not give Arnold a reason to carry out his earlier threat on me, because his shaft was long and thick. I estimated he could almost reach Felicia’s stomach if he pushed the entire length down her throat. I shivered at the thought and turned back toward my pets.

Gail had risen up on her toes enough to catch Mike’s cock between her legs, and was stroking it along her mons. She kept her hands behind her own head to ensure she didn’t accidentally use them. She was biting her lip lightly, looking between me and her parents. She shifted her hips, moving Mike’s shaft head to the opening of her wet cunt. She moaned as she pushed back onto him, impaling herself inch by inch until her ass pressed tight against Mike’s hips. Both of them shivered before Gail started moving again, a slow, long rhythm.

A grunting and slurping sound turned my attention back toward the other couple in the room. Arnold’s pants were down around his ankles, his cock buried in Felicia’s pussy as she straddled his legs, her back to his chest. His hands wrapped around her hips, pressing her down against him as she rocked and circled her hips. Her fingers were laced behind her head like my pets’ were, and both Jeffries were watching their daughter’s display.

I wasn’t sure which show to watch: my pets fucking for her parents, or her parents fucking while watching my pets. What I was sure of was the tightness in my pants. I heard Mike grunt first, looking over to see his body start to tighten as Gail milked his balls of every drop she could pull from him. The sight seemed to be enough to push Arnold over the edge as well, and his throaty growl followed by Felicia’s staccato whimper indicated his unloading into his wife. Both couples were still for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow.

Gail moved first, slowly pulling off of Mike’s cock, keeping her legs tight together as she went to her knees, pressing her shoulders down to the floor to keep her ass high and avoid the sperm inside of her from dripping out. Mike stayed where he was, dick glistening with spunk and cunt juice, hands gripping the back of his neck. I head Arnold whisper something before Felicia lifted herself off of his staff with a long moan. His cock was a mess of sex leftovers, as well, and more ran down the insides of her thighs as she crawled over between my legs.

Her voice was faint, her eyes down, as she asked, “Would Sir like me to give Him relief?”

I looked at Arnold, who smiled and nodded, then down at Gail, who winked tiredly from where she still lay. I turned back to Felicia. “You may relieve me.”

She blushed, glancing at her husband again before reaching up to unfasten the button and zipper of my pants. She carefully pulled my erect cock out, her eyes fastening on the purple head as it twitched and leaked a little fluid. She licked her lips, glancing back at her daughter. Gail was smiling knowingly, watching. Felicia moved forward, her tongue making its first, tentative pass up the length of my shaft, starting at my ball sac and ending with a circle around hole. Her eyes closed and she sighed as she gathered up the precum before closing her lips around the tip of my cock and sucking softly. I moaned softly, having to concentrate on both keeping my eyes open to watch and gripping the sides of my chair instead of twining my fingers in her hair. I had no doubt she could take all of me into her throat after seeing the monster between Arnold’s legs, so I tried to just enjoy the feeling of her lips and tongue gliding moistly over the skin of my dick, the sight of her nose twitching as she pushed into my pubic patch. She reached up with her hands and hooked the waist of my pants just behind my hips, working them down in time to my involuntary lifting to drive deeper into her face. My pants were soon pooled at my feet. She never broke rhythm as she worked first one foot, then the other out of my jeans, tossing them to the side. Her right hand cupped my balls, gently pulling them down until she could use her index finger and thumb to make an ever tightening ring around them. The tingling heat that had been building in my loins spiked, and I lay my had back and moaned, my eyes closing at the pleasurable torture Felicia was providing.

I was still flying high on sensation when Felicia moved. She somehow kept her grip on my nutsac, but stood and spun, straddling my hips quickly and sliding her sloppy, dripping cunt down over my cock. I would have expected to feel loose inside of her after the reaming she’d received from her husband, but the firm grip her velvet walls took on my shaft proved otherwise. She started riding me, up and down, her hips rolling in small figure eights, stroking me with very little movement. Her stranglehold on my balls kept me from cumming.

I felt small, soft hands wrap around my wrists and bring my hands to my chest. I turned my head to look into the eyes of my beloved little slut, and saw joy and lust in them as she held me. “Oh, Master. I love watching you get fucked by her. Thank-You, Master, for letting her do this for You.” She feasted passionately at my mouth, our tongues dueling as she swallowed the moans her mother’s pussy forced from me.

Felicia started moaning herself, the control of her movement beginning to slip as her orgasm started to build. With a final shove, she buried me as deeply into her as she could, and released her hold on my balls. As she let go, so did I. The torrent she had held back flooded into her, the sudden crash lifting my hips off the chair. I screamed into Gail’s kiss, as my seed pumped into her mother.

I don’t know how long Felicia sat on my cock, the muscles of her sex pulsing and pulling more of my jizz into her. I don’t know how long I sat there, panting against Gail’s necks, shivering as aftershocks ran through my body randomly. When I felt Felicia lift herself up, I moaned again. Gail moved between my legs, lapping up the runoff from my coupling with her mother. The twinkle in her eyes as she peered up at me promised that Mike and I would not be getting much sleep tonight.

I was startled by Arnold clapping his hands slowly and loudly, chuckling. “Well done, son. Very well done, indeed. I am so looking forward to the wedding. I assume that, like most grooms, you have very little interest about the details.”

I nodded. “As long as she’s happy, I’ll be happy. Gail might be a horny little slut, but she’s MY horny little slut, and I want her to be the center of attention on her special day.” I looked down and stroked her hair. She purred softly, her face a mess of semen and pussy juice. I didn’t linger long on the thought of exactly who’s spunk was in that mix.

Arnold laughed and nodded. “I figured as much. Felicia and Gail can do all the planning. I’m sure you will be impressed, and enjoy it all.” He got to his feet, pulling his pants up into place. “In the meantime, I will have the contracts written up, with the costs listed as TBD based on your walk through and estimates. I will also get the order started on Michael’s collar and cuffs, along with a few other things for both of them that I think you might like.”

I got to my feet, pushing a pouting slut out of the way, and walked Arnold and Felicia to the door, taking his hand and shaking it again. “It has been a pleasure, Arnold. I will schedule a walk in the next week or so, after I finish off the projects I already have in the works.”

The Jeffries left, Felicia dripping sex down both thighs as she slid into the back seat next to her husband and Master. The driver tipped his hat to me and smiled as he got into the car. Both of my pets knelt to either side of me as we watched the car move up the driveway.

I turned back toward the kitchen, my stomach announcing its displeasure at being empty. “Okay, sluts. Fun time is over for now. I’m hungry, and since you both seem intent on working today, you get to help each other cook. Get busy. “ I laughed, watching them scramble across the floor on all fours before getting to their feet and starting lunch.

I sat down in my chair, noting that one or both of them had a mess to clean up in the chair that Mr. Jeffries had used. I sipped my coffee and watched my pets. “This is certainly an interesting family I’m marrying into. I can’t wait to see what the wedding looks like.

 

A Pair of Bridal Sluts (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 10)

It was another two months after Arnold and Felicia first stopped by the house before the wedding took place. Gail still was not pregnant, and we were starting to get a bit worried about it. The Jeffries did not seem concerned, and they tried their best to reassure us that things would work out fine. Felicia, on the other hand, had missed both periods since their visit and was just waiting on the blood test to come back for confirmation. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the possibility of being the biological father to my bride’s sibling. I tried not to think too hard about it, visions of family trees looking like chain-link fences drifting up when I did. Gail seemed happy for her parents, though, and the Jeffries definitely didn’t seem to mind.

Other than picking bridesmaids and groomsmen, and some design choices for both Gail’s and Mike’s “wedding collars”, the three of us were kept completely in the dark about the details of the wedding. Steve and Tim both immediately said yes when I asked them to stand up with me, not even grumbling about Mike being my best man. They both ribbed him a bit about our new living arrangement, but it was good natured and they accepted his status, even taking advantage when they came over. I may still not have been comfortable fucking Mike, but his ass got filled and stretched regularly by Tim.

Gail’s bridesmaid choices were another story. Dana had been asked, and she had readily accepted. After a chat with Felicia, though, she was “disqualified” because of her own recent pregnancy. My bride-to-be had to settle for her sister, Elizabeth, and two classmates I had not met. Gail was a little put out, but her parents assured her everything would be fine.

I admired Gail’s utter trust in her parents, having watched more than one “bridezilla” on late night cable. At least watching them was better than the three-hundred channels of infomercials. As the blessed day approached, my nerves started to get the best of me, and I tried getting hints and peeks of the preparations. I had worked at some facilities with serious security requirements, and even the government ones could have taken lessons from the Jeffries family. It seemed like they would know what my plan was before I did.

Arnold had come by the night before the wedding and taken Gail with him. “She needs time to be prepared,” he said. We also fitted Mike with his new collar- an almost masculine looking choker necklace with onyx insets- and matching chastity device. He wasn’t thrilled with his cock getting locked up, but obeyed like the good little boi slut he was. The clasp on the collar was interesting, looking like a simple rod inserted to a cylinder, but when seated, a faint ‘click’ indicated it was closed. It was secure.

“How does this come undone?” I asked Arnold.

He smiled and said, “It is controlled by an RFID that I’ve installed into your wedding ring. Gail’s will be the same. Short of using a blowtorch, only your hand- or at least whosever hand wears the ring- will be able to open either collar, any of the cuffs, or the chastity devices I’ve had made for both of them.”

I could not hide my surprise as I looked down at Mike’s entrapped cock, noticing the lack of a padlock or keyhole. “I’m impressed, Arnold, and I don’t impress easily when it comes to tech.”

The look that crossed the features of my soon-to-be father-in-law was just enough to make me worry. “Just wait until tomorrow, son.” He left leaving his words to hang in the air.

I woke up the morning of the wedding, horny, nervous, and knowing nothing more about the ceremony than that it was happening later that day. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, finding breakfast laid out, coffee hot and poured, my tablet sitting next to my plate, and Mike kneeling by my chair. I looked at him questioningly as I took a seat, and he blushed.

“Since it’s such a special day, Master, I thought I would act appropriately,” he said, quietly.

I took a bite and looked down at him as I chewed. “You know that I can’t take that off of you yet, right?”

He nodded, still keeping his eyes down. “Yes, Master. That doesn’t matter at the moment. Today is for Gail and You.”

I chuckled, scruffed his hair, and set in on my breakfast, paging through the news. When I finished eating, I sat back and spread my legs. Mike blushed but kept his distance.

“Master Arnold said you were not allowed relief until after the ceremony, Master. Remember?”

Well, fuck. I remembered him saying that as we fitted Mike’s cocktrap. He even offered to put on one me until the start of the ceremony. I declined, of course, citing that I could manage. I sighed in frustration, my erection seeming to pulse in anger at being ignored. “Fine. I’m going to hit the shower. Lay out our outfits for the wedding. I’ll call the Jeffries for our ride once we’re dressed.” I heard him mumble something as I headed back upstairs to clean up.

The hot water felt great as I washed. I indulged and stroked myself slowly, imagining both of my sluts kneeling in front of me, waiting. I edged, but stopped before letting myself cum. How could I punish them for losing control if I didn’t keep it myself? I finished showering quickly, feeling a bit grumpy at my frustration. As I stepped out into the bedroom, still drying my hair, I noticed the bed was made, but empty.

“Mike?” I called. “I thought I told you to lay out our outfits for today.” It was unlike him to be this blatant about disobeying me.

He padded in, still wearing nothing but his collar and cage. “Master, the boxes and bags that were sent over were all empty. All I could find was a note stating that we were only to wear the contents of the boxes. He held out the note.

I snatched it, reading it twice to make sure I could not find some other, hidden meaning. Well, double fuck. I’ll be standing in front of the Gods know how many people that I don’t know wearing nothing but a smile. At least I didn’t have to worry about facing any of my family. Strangers and friends are one thing. Parents and siblings that I haven’t talked to in years besides the obligatory holiday greeting would be quite another. A resigned sigh, and down to call for our ride I went.

The limousine that came was long and black. The driver did not even blink when seeing Mike and I walking out to him completely nude. He just held the door open and welcomed us. The seats were cloth, silky feeling. I was just glad for the absence of leather. It was fun to wear, hell to sit on with bare skin. The windows were all darkened to the point that we could not see outside. Another layer of secrecy. We drove around for about two hours before the car stopped. The driver came around and opened the door. As I stepped out, Arnold and Felicia were there to greet us.

“Hello, boys,” he said, cheerfully. “David, if you’ll come with me, Michael needs to go with Felicia to get ready.”

I frowned, but nodded at Mike, watching the two step through a side door the building. I looked around, trying to place where we were at.

“We are at one of the resorts the company owns and maintains for executives and VIP’s,” he said, leading me through another set of doors. “We will be holding the ceremony in the Great Hall, and you three will be in the Presidential Suites.”

“Wait. What? Three?” I stammered.

“Well, of course. You will be wedding both Gail and Michael. Collaring them. I thought you knew.” Arnold looked nervous for the first time since I’d met him. “Legally, it will be you and Gail, since neither polygamy nor same-sex marriages are legal here. Michael will still be your legal dependent, though. “

I stopped and looked at the floor, processing what he’d said. Was I ready for this? I mean, really ready? Marrying Gail was a no brainer. But Mike? He was a part of the household, our family, and I don’t know what I would do if he wasn’t there. But, marriage? And what about what he wanted? I’d never asked him. Did HE want to be married… partnered… whatever… to Gail and me? Just about the time my brain was about to cycle around and start over, I heard bare feet padding down the hall at a run.

“David!?!” Mike called out, stopping and panting next to us. “Did… Did you know about… about this? About us… and Gail… and You… and… “

“I just found out. I was just wondering if you knew… if you … wanted to… you know…” Gods, why did this feel so awkward suddenly?

Mike stood up, catching his breath. Arnold had stepped back, giving us some space as Felicia hurried down the hall. They talked quietly, watching us.

“I mean, I already call you Master. I want to be yours, and I don’t know what I’d do without you and Gail. Even if you don’t… well… want me THAT way, you take care of me and all.” I watched him scuff his bare feet along the tile like a little kid.

I put a finger under his chin, raising his gaze to meet mine. “Do you want me to collar you, Michael? Would you like to be one of my ‘brides’ today?” I asked softly.

I could see the answer in his eyes before the smile broke his lips. He nodded and whispered, “yes, Master. Very much so.”

I pulled him close, holding him. “Then you need to go get ready.” We laughed as I pushed him toward Felicia. The look of relief on both of the Jeffries’ faces was obvious.

Arnold motioned for me to continue following him as the “girls” walked back down the hall. “I truly am sorry, David. I thought it was understood from the beginning. I am glad, though, that it will be working out properly. Your family seemed rather surprised by it, as well.”

What the fuck? I stopped again. “My family? What family? Gail and Michael are my family.”

Arnold took my arm and gently but firmly led me down the hall to a waiting room. “I contacted your parents and siblings and invited them. They all accepted and are here, though I am not sure why your mother chose to. We explained what was to happen to them. She seemed rather put out by the entire affair, but insisted on coming anyway.”

“Probably to keep an eye on Dad and the girls. Dallas and Mack can be a bit strong willed,” I laughed weakly.

Arnold sighed. “Well, they are here. I am, again, sorry if this has caused things to be awkward for you. It was not our intent.”

I shook my head and chuckled. “It’s fine. It will let me ‘come out’ to them about all of this anyway. If they can’t handle it, they’ll leave and I won’t have to deal with it.”

Mr. Jeffries smiled. “That’s the spirit. On with the show!”

It seemed like hours later that I was standing in a room laid out like a chapel, complete with pews, in front of the officiant. And close to a hundred people, all naked. Steve and Tim stood next to me, Elizabeth and the other bridesmaids stood across the aisle from us, and we all were looking toward the back of the room, waiting.

My mother was in the front row, wearing some long, loose, flowy robe thing. It certainly did nothing to hide anything, but it made her feel clothed, so it worked, I guess. Dad was wearing a matching poet shirt and what I guess what would be called Bahama pants. His head was on a swivel, the grin on his face and the tenting of his pants clear indicators of what he thought of the spectacle. Mom, however, stared straight at me, looking very much like she had just sucked on a lemon. Strangely, I don’t remember her expression changing much over the years. My two sisters- Dallas, 23, and Mackenzie, 20- and my brother- James, 19- all stood at Mom’s side. I was surprised to see them all au natural. The girls smiled nervously, trying not to stare at all the man-meat in the room while they whispered their ratings to each other. James was his father’s son, obviously enjoying the scenery- all of the scenery, it would seem, as he let his leer linger over our sisters as much as every other woman in the room.

I took another look at my sisters, considering. I had to admit, they both had filled out beautifully since I’d seen them last. If they weren’t my sisters… I slammed that thought down with a shudder. Fucking my bride’s mother and sister was one thing. I was more comfortable thinking about bending Mike over than my sisters.

The music started, the crescendo beginning the traditional wedding march. I coughed to cover my snicker as Arnold came down the aisle. In each hand, he held the end of a leash that attached to the collars of Mike and Gail. Both of my ‘brides’- I chuckled again- had their hands cuffed together holding a bouquet of flowers in front of them. Both had ring gags in their mouths, drool running down their chins and chests. Both wore chastity devices. While Mike’s was a relatively simple ring and cage configuration, Gail’s was a full blown, steel belt with the plate down between her legs. She moved stiffly, almost whimpering with each step, and I wondered if they had locked a set of balls inside of her, too.

Arnold stopped at the head of the aisle, then handed me both leashes. He turned and removed the gags from both ‘brides’, took their bouquets from them, and went to his seat next to Felicia, who was kneeling in front of the pew.

I smiled at Mike and Gail, then turned to the officiant. Mike knelt beside me on the right, next to Steve, while Gail mirrored him on my left next to Elizabeth.

“Friends and family. We are gathered here today to join these young people in the bonds of love. If anyone present has just cause that they should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

I turned to my mother, daring her to open her mouth with my glare. She chewed on her lip for a moment, looked between Gail, Michael, and I, the sighed and sat back. I smiled and turned back to the officiant.

“David, do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect Gail and Michael, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, when they are good and bad, for as long as your paths continue?”

I looked down at both of my pets, my servants, my slaves, my loves. I smiled at the last part. I did love them both. Not the same, certainly, but I knew I did not want to go on without either of them. “I do.”

“Gail, do you promise to love, honor, cherish and respect David and Michael, obey David, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, when they are good and bad, for as long as your paths continue?”

She looked between us, the tears welling in her eyes as she smiled. She nodded. “I do.”

“Michael, do you promise to love, honor, cherish and respect David and Gail, obey David, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, when they are good and bad, for as long as your paths continue?”

He leaned into my leg, reaching out and brushing Gail’s arm softly. He never looked up. His loud sniff told me why, before he whispered, “I do.”

The officiant pulled a ring from the book in his hands, handing it to Gail. She looked at Mike, and the two of them held it between them. Together, they slipped the ring on my finger, whispering, “Master” in unison.

“Then by the power vested in my, I now pronounce you Master and wives. You may consummate your union.”

They both looked up at me, smiling, tears streaming down their cheeks, waiting. I laughed, bending enough to hook a finger in each of their collars, gently tugging them to their feet. I kissed Gail, long, deep, and passionately. The crowd applauded when we broke the kiss. I turned to Michael and, without thinking, kissed him just as I had Gail. I had never kissed another man before, but something about Mike was different. He wasn’t another man to me. He was just my other servant, my second slave. When I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, I could see how much it meant to him, and it felt good. I turned them toward each other, and they kissed, just as passionately as they had me.

I noticed that the bridesmaids had all been led off to the back of the room. I could not see what was going on before Arnold coughed at me, pointing at the chastity devices both my pets still wore.

I reached down with my ring hand and gently pulled on Mike’s cockcage. I heard a faint click as I touched it, and the cage came away easily, leaving the ring circling his cock and balls in place. I laughed as I set the cage aside and ran my hand down the back of Gail’s chastity belt. The same click sounded and the belt came loose, allowing her to step out of it. She moaned softly as it slid down her legs, and I could see the large dildo that had been trapped inside of her under the belt.

Once they were both freed, all three of us were led to the back of the hall. As we approached, I noticed three odd looking chairs, positioned at three sides of a square, the forth being the aisle we were walking down. At first glance, they looked like barber chairs with curtains behind them. As I got closer, I could see straps where the legs and arms would rest, and that the seat looked like it could split, pulling the legs apart. I looked at Mike and Gail, who looked just as confused as I was. Arnold and Felicia motioned for us to each take a seat. As we did, we each were secured to our respective chairs

“Um, Arnold?” I started, but the look he gave me silenced and further protest I’d have made. Once we were all strapped in, the attendant at each of our chairs pushed a button. Mike and I were moved into a standing position, arms out to either side, the fronts of our bodies- and consequently, our erections- fully exposed. Gail’s chair moved her arms to the side as well, but also parted her legs. The seat of her chair folded down so only the segments at her knees and the straps at her shoulders and waist were supporting her. I looked at the configurations we were all in for a few moments, something niggling in the back of my brain. A large funnel was set up under Gail with a tube that ran behind her. I could not see where the tube led.

“The wedding party is ready for the receiving line,” Arnold announced. The room erupted in applause and the guests started filing out. Arnold came to stand next to me, smiling smugly as he explained. “You see, son, it is tradition in our clans for the guests to bless the newlyweds and give gifts for fertility. Or, receive them, in the males’ cases. “

I watched the guests approach, still confused until the first man stepped up between Gails’ thighs. His body blocked my view, but from his motions and the sound of her moans, I could guess that he was starting the process of fucking her, sliding is cock up into her very wet, if still tight, cunt. The meaning of Arnold’s words finally clicked, and I looked to see three lines forming. The men were almost exclusively in line for Gail, while the women were queueing up in front of Mike and me. I watched the first woman turn her back to Mike. She was older, maybe in her late fifties, and her skin hung a little loose, like she had lost weight. The attendant for his chair moved him down so that his cock lined up with her pussy. She reached back between her legs and slid herself onto his shaft smoothly.

Mike looked over at me in a panic, and I had to laugh. “Enjoy it, Mike. Give as many ‘Blessings’ as you can.”

My laughter was cut short by Mackenzie and Dallas stopping in front of me, both smiling.

“Hey, big brother,” Dallas cooed. Her eyes cutting down as she said it gave double meanings to her words. She looked over at Arnold. “Are we allowed to get… ‘Blessed’… too?” She made a point of doing air-quotes for “Blessed”.

“Um. Arnold?” I started again.

“David, son. I will find a gag for you, if I need to.” Mr. Jeffries turned to my sisters. “Yes, dears. Anyone,” he looked at me, “is permitted to receive… or give… Blessings.”

My sisters looked at each other and purred. Oh, fuck. They purred. My cock twitched at the sound. Dallas stepped up and grasped my chair just above my head, then placed first one foot, then the other, on some pegs I had not noticed before on either side of me. Mack closed in behind her, and I could feel a hand wrap around my dick, moving it slowly along Dallas’ wet slit. Both of them smiled at me.

“You know what, Big Brother? We have been fantasizing about you since we first had any interests in boys,” Mackenzie whispered around Dallas’ shoulder, the elder starting to move herself down and impale herself on my shaft. “We used to watch you with your girlfriends out in the pool, or in your room. All the time, wishing is was us in there with you.” Dallas has seated herself fully on me. I could feel her soft canal pulsing around me. Mack moved closer to support our sister as she rocked her hips. “We had even planned on kidnapping and raping you, but you moved away before we could.”

I closed my eyes and tried to close out what was happening, or at least who was doing it to me. My body, however, had no qualms about reacting. There was a pussy sliding up and down on my cock, and tits bouncing against my chest. That they belonged to my sibling did not factor into anything, and I could feel the warmth starting to build in my nether. I glanced over at my father-in-law and decided biting my lip was preferable to being gagged. I grunted as the first wave of pleasure hit me, starting the flood of my seed into the very willing cup of Dallas’ cunt. The heat of my cum was enough to set her off as well, and her back arched as she moaned, her pussy quivering around me. Arnold and the attendant moved to ease her down and off of me, setting her on a cushion nearby.

Mack did not let me rest, immediately moving in to take our sibling’s place. She was taller than Dallas, and she simply stood in front of me, sliding my slimy cock between her legs and along her slit. She leaned forward, taking my mouth with hers, kissing me like a longtime lover. My body betrayed me again, and her motions soon had the head of my prick sliding up into her hole. She spread her legs a little, tilting her hips, moaning into my mouth, pressing her body against mine as she used me for her pleasure. One of her legs moved to the side, attempting to wrap around me, to pull me closer and deeper. I could feel her crest building before my own this time, but they hit us both at once. The wave sent us both screaming into each other’s mouths, my jizz shooting into her as her cum flowed and mixed with mine inside of her, leaking past my shaft and down our legs. She stood there panting for a minute or two, trying to come down gently before lifting herself off of me.

She whispered close into my ear, “Thank-you, David. We’ve both wanted that for a long time.” The two of them leaned on each other like a couple of drunks as they staggered out into the courtyard.

I caught sight of my mother, then. She stood, arms crossed under her breasts. The look she gave me told me she thought it was my fault, that I had led her pure and virginal girls to debauchery. I knew a long time ago just how impure my sisters were, even before today’s reveal. I sighed and shook my head before she walked away, pulling my dad along in her wake. I could see the disappointment written on his face that he would not get the chance to taste my bride.

I looked over at her and could see she was enraptured. Her moaning was almost constant, fluctuating only by the rhythm of the cock pounding her pussy. I could also see spunk dripping down from her, gathering in the funnel.

Arnold noticed where my attention was. “There is a reason why none of the bridesmaids could be pregnant. The other end of that tube is inserted into the pussies of the bridesmaids. Whatever doesn’t stay inside of the bride, goes to them.” He held up his phone, which was displaying what seemed to be a live feed of the three bridesmaids strapped to what looked like sawhorses. Tubes ran down from a four-way joint to a plug inserted into each of their pussies. I could hear all of them moaning from both the phone and from the curtain behind Gail’s chair.

I laughed as he put the phone away. “New meaning for ‘Sloppy Seconds’, eh?”

Arnold laughed too, before clapping my shoulder. “Enjoy yourself, David. Let the attendant know if you’re thirsty. We have some… energy drinks… ready for all three of you.” He laughed again as he walked away, and another woman stepped up to fuck me.

It took about an hour and a half for the lines to work their way down. In that time, I had been fucked, sucked, jerked, and kissed by probably forty women. As we were being let down, I heard the attendants saying that about a gallon of spooge drippings had been gathered and distributed to the bridesmaids. The engineer in me was interrupted in figuring out how they got that information by another part of my mind wondering WHY they did. Both voices were drowned out when I lay down between my pets on a large gurney. We all snuggled and shivered as they rolled us into what I guess passed as the “Honeymoon Suite.” As the small army of attendants carefully moved us to a bed, all I could think of what how happy I was at that moment.

I drifted to an exhausted sleep with an arm around each of my ‘brides’, snickering as I thought about it.

 

As a very new member this was the first story that really held my attention, keep it up I would really like to read more, even if only similar.