She did not escape pain and discomfort entirely, though. On the days she belonged to Ann, she learned that her mother had been right about Ann being sadistic. Her aunt seemed to take great delight in seeing Faith endure pain to various parts of her body. Faith tried to figure out which of them had been the worst but gave up after realizing that they were all pretty horrible.
Some of them were horrifying as well. One day, Faith had been bound between two poles and stretched spread eagle so that every part of her body was exposed and vulnerable. Then Ann had produced a jar full of long slender needles. Her aunt commanded her to watch as needle after needle was sunk into her sensitive breasts. It was terrifying to see the sharp tip approach her tender mound and then dent the soft flesh until it yielded. The pain was not horrible but it still hurt and she could feel every inch of each needle's progress through her breasts.
After every few needles, Ann would masturbate Faith. She would bring her close to climax but then stop before Faith was able to achieve release. Then she would return to her bottle of needles and stab a few more into her niece.
"You squirm and moan so deliciously, little one," commented Ann at one point. This was an occasion for another kiss and each kiss was long and passionate, leaving Faith breathless.
Once she completed her task on each breast, she moved on. The final needle for each breast was a shorter one that was pushed directly in through the center of her nipple. Faith screamed at each of these since the pain was so much more intense.
"You have the most beautiful breasts, dear," Ann said before she moved on. "They just beg for abuse."
More needles were inserted into Faith's labia. All the while, Ann continued to stroke the exposed clitoris, stopping right before Faith could climax. Faith whimpered incessantly as she was tortured. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked down and saw the pin cushions that were her breasts. She knew her sex must look just as bad based on the number of needle pricks she had felt and she worried that her body was being permanently marred.
Ann finished with the labia and started rubbing the sensitive clit again. She was amazed at how wet Faith had become and realized that, even though Faith complained, she was aroused by the torture she was undergoing. Ann kept strumming the engorged clit and, this time, pushed the girl over the edge. As soon as the orgasm started, Ann produced one more needle and efficiently inserted it through Faith's' clit, eliciting a shriek as intense pain and intense pleasure mixed inside the girl's body.
Faith tensed and shrieked again as her orgasm went on forever, feeling the sharp pain in her clit piercing to her very soul. As the orgasms kept intensifying, Faith finally passed out and hung limply in her bindings. Ann removed all of the needles and swabbed the affected areas with antiseptic and then left the girl as she was to recover and sleep.
"Got the needle treatment today?" asked Jill as she cuddled with her daughter at the end of the day.
"Yeah, it was horrible!" replied Faith as she instinctively raised her hand to check out her breast for damage.
"I know," said Jill. "I hate it."
Faith blinked. "She's done that to you?"
"Oh, yes," responded Jill. "Many times. I told you that we rotate and that she's such a little sadist."
"Wow," was all that Faith could think to say.
"I hate it," continued Jill. "But it has given me the most powerful climaxes of my life."
"Yeah," agreed Faith. "Me too. What's up with that?"
"Dunno," said Jill as she cupped and held her daughter's breast. "Maybe there's a masochist inside each of us."
Chapter 16
The days progressed and Faith experienced a new mistress each day. Her mother owned her for the next day. True to form, Faith was embarrassed throughout most of the day. It started in the morning when she was commanded to make love to Jill. She thought she would die of humiliation as her tongue fluttered between her own mother's slick petals. This was not right.
After she completed that task, Jill had her kneel on an ottoman as she sat in a chair facing it. She then instructed her daughter to masturbate. Faith's blush extended down to her chest at the humiliation of the task and then deepened as her mother corrected her and instructed her on technique. It was not right to be doing this in front of someone; especially one's own mother.
Other humiliations included working naked in the garden under Jill's watchful eye and supervision and answering the door topless. At least she had been allowed to wear swimsuit bottoms and she realized that these were the first clothes she had worn in weeks.
The final humiliation was being the serving tray. Dinner was finished and Jill announced that she would serve dessert in a few minutes. She took Faith into the kitchen where she strapped her to a serving cart. Then, she proceeded to layer her body with bits of fruit and whipped cream. She was wheeled back into the dining room and five hungry mouths feasted on the fruit and her body while she blushed furiously throughout. That night, she slept with her Aunt Jane since Jane was to be her mistress the next day.
The day with Aunt Jane turned out to be an easy one. She was simply required to be in attendance and to meet her mistress's needs. When Mistress was thirsty, slave fetched a drink. When Mistress was horny, slave sank to her knees and serviced her. When Mistress wanted to lie by the pool, slave applied the lotion. At least Faith got to lie by the pool also and was even able to take a nap while she bronzed her body.
Throughout the week, Faith occasionally caught glimpses of Cinny and Linny. They were still having the times of their lives, which Faith found truly remarkable. It seemed that they just viewed this as a fun adventure. Even the sadistic Aunt Ann did not affect their enthusiasm for ‘the game.' One evening, as the three girls worked together to prepare dinner, Cinny was almost bubbly about her day with Aunt Ann. She said she could not tell what happened but Faith knew it had to be painful. And yet, Cinny was elated about it.
Ann was Faith's next mistress. As they did each night, each slave slept with the next day's mistress. Faith found herself tied spread eagle to Ann's bed with clamps on her nipples and clit hood as Ann slept, using one of Faith's arms as a pillow. Sleep did not come easily because of the dull pain in Faith's breasts and between her legs, but eventually she did drift off.
The next day was predictably painful for Faith. More to the point, it was predictably painful to her breasts. Throughout the day, Ann devised new ways of torturing her tender orbs. At one point, they were whipped by a flogger that pinkened them and sensitized them. At another point, they were flattened between two boards that were clamped together and periodically tightened. Later, the boards were removed and Ann dripped hot wax on them. Faith was vocal throughout. She knew better than to complain but she did her share of moaning, groaning and shrieking throughout the day.
The worst part of the day was when she was hung by her breasts. Ann had tied a rope around the base of each firm mound and tightened them, causing the breasts to balloon out obscenely. Then the rope was raised by a hook that hung from the ceiling until Faith was on her tiptoes. It did not take long at all for Faith's calves to start aching. But if she relaxed them, then all of her weight was supported by her breasts, which was excruciatingly painful. She was caught in a dilemma. Either her calves would scream out in pain or her breasts would. She spent her time alternating between the two, hoping that she did not do any permanent damage to her breasts. Thankfully, this torture did not last long. After fifteen minutes, Ann released her and massaged her breasts to make sure that the circulation was restored. And, thankfully, there were no needles used throughout the day.