"Oh pish! You got your ears pierced and you didn't consider that to be mutilation. This would just be one more decoration for your beautiful body. Yes, I think a ring here." She pinched one nipple. "And a ring here." She pinched the other nipple hard enough that Faith gasped.
"Maybe a tattoo here," Jill traced her finger over Faith's mound. "Of course this would all have to go." She grabbed a tuft of the short pubic hair that had started to grow back and tugged lightly.
"Mom!"
"Yes. A little dragon with its mouth open at your clit. Or maybe a decorative script that says ‘Mom's slave.'" Jill was enjoying shocking her daughter. And she was thoroughly enjoying being able to take advantage of the delightful naked charms.
"Mom!"
"And one more ring here." She punctuated her sentence by gripping Faith's clit and pinching hard, causing the girl to yelp in pain. "Or another gold hoop. That would look stunning."
"Mom!"
Jill raised her hand and brought it down, spanking Faith's sex hard. The wet slapping sound echoed throughout the room, only to be covered by Faith's scream. Jill then started to lovingly caress the slick petals, trying to soothe her daughter's pain. "Hush, little girl. Let Mama worry about things."
"M…" Faith started to say but stopped herself, not wanting to incur another spank. She raised her hands to cover her sex and rub the punished flesh.
"Hands down," Jill instructed. "Don't ever let me see you covering yourself."
"But Mom, it hurt."
"That's nothing," Jill replied. "Wait until Annie gets a hold of you. She's the little sadist in the family."
"And you aren't?" asked Faith with a sarcastic tone.
"No, actually I'm not," Jill remarked as she moved her hand to cover Faith's sex. She gently rubbed the punished flesh, enjoying the slick softness.
"What are you then?"
"I'm not sure there's a name for it. I like a little pain now and then. But I'm more into delicious humiliation. And I have been loving all of your blushing."
"Well this sure is humiliating enough," agreed Faith. "I can't think of anything more embarrassing."
"Oh, I'm sure we'll come up with something," Jill grinned. "You shouldn't have any trouble with Jane, though, as long as you behave. She's mostly just into control."
The three sisters were a lot alike in many ways. Jill was the oldest at thirty eight. Jane was thirty six and Ann was the baby of the family at thirty five. All were beautiful with naturally blonde hair and shapely figures. Each of them maintained their bodies well through diet and exercise.
As they rotated the roles of slavegirl and dominants, they had each gravitated to a different aspect of BDSM. They had to be careful about how far they went with each other, though, because they knew that they would soon be on the receiving end.
It was always best when one of them had a slavegirl that they could share. Then, there was no fear of reprisal. It's not that they ever got too extreme. But having fresh meat allowed them to exercise their creativity. Jill knew that Faith was in for some interesting times.
"Jane tells me that you are still a virgin."
"Yes, Mama, I am."
"I assumed so. But it's nice to know." Jill continued to move her hand over the dewy folds of Faith's sex and had slipped a finger into her. "Do you want to remain a virgin?"
"Not all my life," replied Faith. "I want to get married and have children some day."
Jill slipped a second finger into the girl, causing Faith to suck in her breath and squirm a bit. "If I'm not mistaken, Annie is already dreaming up some scheme to deflower you. I will tell her not to unless you want to lose your cherry."
"Thank you, Mom. But I think Aunt Jane already told her."
Jill moved her fingers in and out of Faith and then started rubbing the girl's clit with her thumb. Faith's face turned crimson as she realized her mother was masturbating her again. She closed her eyes at the shame of what was happening to her, trying to block out the world.
"Open your eyes, little one. Look at me while I play with your succulent body."
Reluctantly, Faith did as she was told and saw her mother smiling down at her. For some reason, her mother looked different now. She was still a beautiful woman. But now, she had a devilish, almost devious, look in her eyes. Although she still looked loving and warm, there was no sign of innocence.
Faith watched in horror as Jill lowered her lips to her full breast again and captured the nipple. While one hand skillfully moved Faith toward orgasm, the other one snaked a finger into Faith's mouth, pumping it in and out in unison with the ones between her thighs. It was beyond obscene in Faith's mind, but that did not prevent her from experiencing an earth shattering orgasm.
Chapter 15
After Jill finished exploring the new slavegirl, she led Faith out to the pool area. There, Faith found another surprise. Cinny and Linny were naked and kneeling at Ann's and Jane's feet with their wrists bound behind their backs.
"Since we have three dominants for the week," explained Jane, "I captured a couple of extra slavegirls."
Cinny grinned up at Faith. "Isn't it so exciting?"
Linny grinned at her too. "We're going to be slave sisters."
This was an unexpected turn of events. She never would have thought that Aunt Jane would do something like this to her own daughters. But then again, she thought, her own mother had just treated her like a slave. Anything seemed possible these days.
It was also a surprise that her mother and Aunt Ann were going to be staying for a whole week. She had assumed that her mother would return home that evening or Sunday at the latest. Now, she would have to endure the humiliation of serving her mother over an extended period.
The three dominants shared the three girls and rotated ownership. Each night, Faith found herself in a different bed, making love to a different dominant. Having sex with her own mother had been difficult at first but, eventually, she grew numb to the immorality and decadence that surrounded her and accepted the incest as just another part of her new life.
The twins were in seventh heaven with their new roles. It was an exciting game to them and they were having a ball. It was a thrilling adventure. They weren't real wild about the punishments, and they were punished frequently, but even some of the discipline was fun.
It was their energy and enthusiasm that caused most of their punishments. One time, Linny got so excited as she was having sex with Ann that her teeth nipped Ann's clit. This earned her a punishment. She was hung upside down by her ankles with her legs spread wide. Ann placed clothespins all over her labia and clit and then used a small whip to punish the girl's sex, flicking each clothespin off one at a time. This was repeated five times and Linny walked bow-legged for most of the rest of the day.
Cinny made the mistake of talking too much. She couldn't help it. She just turned into a chatterbox whenever she got excited. It was her mother, Jane, who administered the punishment for this offense. Cinny was strapped into a chair with wires attached to various sensitive parts of her body. She was told that she would not get shocked as long as she was talking but that, as soon as she paused, she would feel the current biting into her flesh. Then she was left alone in the small room for several hours. Every time she paused, even if it was for a short breath or to swallow or draw in air, a nipple or clit or belly or earlobe would erupt in pain. By the time she was released, she was a bedraggled mess. She did not speak another word for over twenty four hours.
Faith escaped with relatively few punishments. Perhaps her short time in slavery had taught her the value of obedience. She was also more mature than her impetuous cousins. Whatever the reason, she was thankful for it.