Alaine turned out to be an impish one. She was always coming up with little pranks and schemes that provided endless entertainment to her two slave sisters. She was the one who always started the outrageous sexual behavior whenever they were in public. And she was the one who collared Jill.
Sometimes, when the four girls were together for an afternoon of erotic fun, they would just be a tangle of bodies as they played together, licking and sucking and probing. On this afternoon, however, they had paired up. Kim and Angela were one pair and were making love in the master bedroom. Alaine and Jill were together in the guest bedroom.
Alaine had managed to convince Jill to be tied spread eagle on the bed. And then Alaine feasted on the bound body, coaxing an endless stream of orgasms out of her victim. Jill was just about delirious and was begging her tormentor to stop when Alaine finally showed some mercy. But it was only a little bit of mercy.
Alaine straddled Jill's waist and then amused herself with Jill's breasts. Jill was, by far, the most well-endowed of the four of them and Alaine was fascinated with the generous mounds. She plumped them and squeezed them. She batted them back and forth, sending them bouncing on Jill's chest. And she grabbed the nipples, stretching the impressive orbs into cones.
"I want these," said Alaine in a serious tone.
Jill giggled. "They're all yours, lover."
"No," replied Alaine. "I mean I really want these." She slapped them again a few more times until they started turning rosy. Then she reached out and pulled something out from under the pillow. She wrapped it around Jill's slender neck and then buckled the collar shut.
Jill gulped as she felt the thing being closed around her neck. "What's that?"
Alaine started spanking the breasts again. "It's a collar. It means you're a slave now. It means you're my slave."
Jill's eyes opened wide. "It does mean that?"
"Yep," confirmed Alaine. "As soon as someone puts a collar on you, you belong to them." Alaine knew that was not true. It took something more than a little piece of leather to turn someone into a slave. She was just being a troublemaker again.
"I can't be a slave!" insisted Jill. She couldn't tell if Alaine was serious or just joking around again. But the idea was sending fresh thrills rushing through her body. "I'm married. I can't be a slave."
"Oh, I'll let you go back to your husband each night," said Alaine. "But each time you come into this house, you are to strip naked and put this collar on. You are my property now."
"Wow!" Jill exclaimed.
So from then on, whenever the four girls were together, Jill became Alaine's sex slave. Alaine was very generous and shared her new pet with her two sisters. And Jill also ended up being shared outside of the little circle, but that was not Alaine's idea or her doing.
Jack came home early one day. His practice had been cancelled and he decided to skip his last few classes. He walked into the house and found the four girls frolicking. They had Kim held down on the floor. Jill and Angela were alternating between kissing Kim and suckling her breasts. Alaine was lying between Kim's legs and was feasting on her sex.
"Wow, great!" exclaimed Jack when he saw the orgy of feminine forms. "You're getting yourselves ready for me."
Angela gasped. Jill shrieked. Nobody had ever discovered their erotic festivities before and they had tried to keep them secret.
Alaine stopped nibbling on Kim's clit and lifted her head. "Sorry, Master. We didn't think you'd mind if we got ourselves warmed up for you."
"No, I don't mind at all," said Jack as he stepped closer and then eventually stood behind Jill who was kneeling upright at this point with an arm draped over her chest to cover her breasts. He reached down and traced her collar with a fingertip. "I see that we have a new slave in the house. Who does she belong to?"
"Uhhhh," said Alaine. "That would be me, Master."
Jack smiled. "Good. That means that she belongs to me too."
Jill gulped at the words and Angela watched as her neighbor's blush spread across her cheeks and chest.
Jack saw this as a huge opportunity. His own mother had always filled most of his fantasies and, ever since she was enslaved, he had been able to act out those fantasies on her exquisite body. Most of the rest of his fantasies starred their beautiful, blonde neighbor, Jill. He knew that his mother and father frequently had Jill join them for sex. But he had never sampled her.
He had never even seen her naked. He knew that she had a great body from seeing her in a bathing suit or in a tight fitting sweater. But seeing her naked for the first time, he realized that her body was exquisite, just like his mother's. And she had the most amazing tits!
"Stand up, girl," Jack instructed as he patted Jill on the head. Jill looked to Angela for some kind of guidance or support but Angela simply nodded, indicating that Jill should obey. She took a deep breath and then stood up.
Jack gripped Jill's shoulders and turned her so she was facing him. Then he lifted his hands, prying her arm away from her chest and placing his hands over the generous breasts of the newest Dawson slave. "I've been waiting a long time for this."
"Jack, this is going too far," Jill warned. But there was very little conviction in her quivering voice and she was trembling slightly. Plus, he noticed that she did not back away or try to pull his hands away. "This is not a good idea at all."
Jack gave the soft mounds in his hands a squeeze. "What's not right about me enjoying my slave's slave?"
"I'm a married woman, Jack," said Jill as she felt the fingers sinking deeper into her breasts. She knew that she should step away or be more forceful. Why was she just standing there, letting him have his way with her?
"Yes," he said. He had stopped squeezing and now was lifting the twin beauties, marveling at their weight and firmness. "You are a married woman. And you are a slave; a very beautiful slave."
A soft moan escaped Jill's lips as Jack's thumbs started brushing back and forth across her nipples, sending wild thrills coursing through her body. "I… I I… am not a slave."
Jack laughed and released one of the breasts, reaching up and slipping his finger through the ring on Jill's collar. He tugged her closer to him and leaned down, kissing her on the lips. "You look like a slave," he said as he twisted the collar back and forth on her neck.
"You taste like a slave," he said as he kissed her again, causing her eyes to open wide in surprise.
"And you feel like a slave," was his comment as he gave the full breast that he still held a squeeze. "I'm pretty sure you're a slave."
Jill groaned and glanced to Angela for support again. Angela considered trying to intervene but then decided against it for three reasons. First, she knew she would probably end up getting punished if she did that. Second, she wasn't sure that there was anything wrong if Jack decided to fuck the neighbor. After all, Jill had sex with John and her quite frequently. What was the difference between John fucking her and Jack dipping his sword into her sheath? But most importantly, she was not sure that Jill really wanted someone to come to her rescue. She had learned in recent years that Jill was quite a lusty little sexual adventurer.
Jack stared into Jill's eyes. "Turn around and bend over, girl."
"Jack, please," groaned Jill. Jack responded by turning Jill himself and swatting her ass for disobedience. This drew a yelp from Jill and she reached back to rub her punished butt.