At the end of the day, what Faith knew would happen, but had been hoping wouldn't, happened. She was bound face up and spread tightly between four posts and about three feet off the ground. A platform supported her body and extended from her lower back to her head. Her arms and legs extended outward toward the posts, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.
The three mistresses were there, along with the two other slavegirls. Linny and Cinny were assigned the task of preparing Faith and had just finished the binding. Now, they were oiling the girl, spreading the liquid over her body until it was shining. Faith closed her eyes as the fingers roamed over her body and toyed with her, feeling her body responding against her will.
When the body was coated and glistening, Cinny and Linny stopped and stepped away from the girl. Faith opened her eyes and that's when she knew that it would happen. Her beautiful Aunt Ann was standing with her sisters. She was naked other than for the harness that circled her hips and waist. And protruding from the harness was a dildo. Faith gasped as she realized that her virginity was about to be stolen from her. Jane and Jill moved forward and stood on either side of her. Jill leaned down and kissed her daughter as a hand claimed one of the oiled breasts. "We love you," she said.
Jane claimed the other breast and then leaned down to kiss Faith also. "We love you," echoed Jane.
Jill toyed with one breast and reached between Faith's legs, cupping her daughter's sex before gently rubbing the exposed clit. Faith was already quite wet, leaving Faith wondering again why her body betrayed her so. Ann stepped forward and ran her palms up the slick legs. She moved a little closer and positioned the tip of the dildo between Faith's petals.
The dildo moved in and out in short strokes as the other two women kept toying with the breasts and clit. Linny and Cinny had moved close again and took turns kissing the bound girl. Faith kept feeling the dildo touching her hymen lightly but then withdrawing as soon as it met resistance. She was moaning now as her mother's fingers continued to toy with her sex. The combination of having the shaft moving inside of her and the fingers teasing her clit moved her toward an orgasm quickly. She let out a low groan and trembled as the orgasm swept through her and then cried out in pain as the dildo speared deep into her body, easily slicing through the thin membrane that had been protecting her virginity. More orgasms followed and the pain quickly subsided as lips and fingers prolonged and intensified the climax. Eventually, the trembling subsided but the shaft kept pistoning in and out of her damp tunnel long after the orgasms shrank away. The dildo moving inside of her was a new sensation for her but one that she found pleasurable. She could not explain why her body so much enjoyed the abuses to which it was submitted.
"How many is that, Annie?" asked Jane as Ann slowly withdrew the dildo, leaving Faith's sex gaping and pulsing.
"Seventeen, I think," replied Ann. "How many virgins have you taken?"
"No girls," Jane replied. "And maybe a dozen boys. I would have to count them."
"How about you, Jill?" asked Ann.
"Twenty one girls and eleven boys," responded Jill, eliciting a gasp from her daughter as she heard the revelation. "But that was long ago. And you are in that number, Annie."
Annie laughed. "Yep, I remember that night. It was pretty exciting. I remember when you took my other virginity too." Ann turned slightly and wiggled her bottom at Jill.
Jill laughed with her and swatted Ann's bottom. "I might have to take that one again soon."
"Oh, but it's not virgin any more," said Ann with a pout. "You can only pop a cherry once."
Jill swatted Ann's other bottom cheek. "It doesn't matter. I still love fucking your ass."
Faith's eyes flew wide open at that exchange. This was her mother? This was a whole new side of her mom that she had never seen before.
Faith was left in her stretched position for awhile as the others disappeared back into the house, presumably for more sex. This left the recently deflowered girl with nothing to do but look up into the sky and reflect upon her situation.
She was highly conflicted. Part of her was repulsed. She could not believe that she was enslaved, even if it was just a temporary situation. She could not believe that her mother and aunts used her as a sex toy, even if she did realize that it was all just a game to them. She could not believe that she had been deflowered by her own aunt as her mother, another aunt and two cousins watched. And she could not believe how her body kept betraying her by enjoying what was being done to it. It was all so disgusting when she took time to think about it.
The other part of her was not repulsed at all. In fact, that part was thrilled. While the bad news was that her body betrayed her, the good news was that her body betrayed her. Each new indignity shocked and embarrassed her but it also aroused her beyond belief. The orgasms were a wonderful added bonus and were more intense than she could have imagined possible. But the most amazing thing to her was how aroused she was even when not having sex. It seemed that each humiliation made her feel even more alive.
Was she meant to be a slavegirl? She couldn't imagine that was true. But she also couldn't explain her emotions and thoughts. Even now, after having been forcibly deflowered, she had a feeling of excitement and contentment. It was as if her morals were being stripped away from her and she was a willing accomplice in the stripping.
She had been watching the clouds roll by as she contemplated and then shook her head to clear it. She realized that she had seen something sexual in each of them. One looked like a dildo to her. Another was shaped like a cock and two balls. Yet another was a pair of breasts. One looked like a nipple. And the one that made her shake her head was a cunt, complete with distended clitoris. "Oh I'm becoming so depraved," she lamented as she lay supported and stretched between the poles.
Chapter 17
"How do you like being a governess?" Jill asked. She and Faith were both naked and lying on the bed with the covers pushed to the foot of the bed. Faith was on her back and Jill was snuggled up against her with her head propped on her hand. Jill alternated between kissing her daughter's lips and the closest nipple as she slowly slid a finger into the swampy, warm tunnel between Faith's legs.
"Ha!" retorted Faith. "It's sure different than I expected."
Jill giggled and nipped at Faith's nipple. "Yes, I suppose it is."
"Did you know this was going to happen?"
Jill kissed Faith and lingered for a moment before answering. "No. I honestly didn't. I don't think Jane planned it."
"But you knew it might happen."
"It honestly never crossed my mind," Jill responded. "I knew that Jane kept girls. It never occurred to me that she might capture and keep you, though."
"Well, actually she didn't capture me. The twins did that."
"Regardless of how you became enslaved, I didn't know it would happen. I'm happy it did, though. You make a beautiful slavegirl."
"Thanks, Mom. I think."
Jill inserted a second finger into the girl's sex, causing Faith to suck in her breath. "Are you disappointed that your summer job turned out different than you expected?"
Faith turned her head to look into her mother's eyes. "Do you mean am I disappointed that I was enslaved?"
Jill smiled and kissed Faith on the tip of her nose. "Yes. Are you disappointed that you are a slave?" She flicked her tongue over the nose and then turned her head to suckle on her daughter's breast.