Jill returned with a tube of something and knelt again beside Faith. Jack pulled partially out of the girl to give his wife room to work and Faith felt her mother prying her bottom cheeks apart. Then she felt something cold between her cheeks and felt Jill's fingers rubbing it around. It wasn't until a finger pushed into her bottom, though, that she realized what was about to happen.
"Nooooooo!!!!" she wailed. "Don't! Please don't!"
A second finger joined the first one and she felt her little pucker being stretched. A third finger soon joined in and Jill rotated her hand, making the fingers twist in Faith's asshole to ensure that the slave was stretched and lubricated enough.
"Oh gawd!" groaned Faith as the third finger pushed into her previously virgin bottom.
Jill swatted one of Faith's bottom cheeks as she pumped her fingers in and out and twisted them. "Relax, girl. Or you'll hurt yourself."
"Please no!" wailed Faith again.
Finally, Jill extracted her fingers. She squirted more lubricant on her fingers and rubbed it up and down the length of Jack's cock after he fully withdrew from his daughter's sex. "She's ready for you now."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no…" whimpered Faith. She felt her mother spreading her cheeks again and then felt the tip of the cock at her little rosebud. Jack pushed and Faith groaned. Jill spanked her bottom again.
"Relax, little one."
Faith huffed and puffed, trying to adjust to the intrusion. After Jack got halfway in, he arched forward, impaling the girl in one final stroke. Faith shrieked as she felt her belly cramping but then the cramping stopped and she just whimpered.
Jill returned to stroking the dripping clitoris and toying with the magnificent breasts. She wanted to time things right. She kept Faith on the edge until she could tell that Jack was close to climaxing.
She marveled at the sight of the long thick shaft penetrating her daughter's smooth, silky bottom. She could not imagine a more erotic sight. When she could tell that Jack was ready to erupt, she pushed Faith over the edge. Jack emptied his seed into his daughter's ass as Faith climaxed. She shrieked as the sensations overwhelmed her. And then she fainted, collapsing on the floor with her father's cock still deeply planted in her bowels.
Chapter 24
Life was almost surreal for Faith during her week at home. She continued to be treated as a slave to her parents and they seemed to love the discomfort she felt at the new relationship. She was a sexual plaything, a decorative ornament, and a maid.
After the initial sexual encounter on the first day, the family had dinner together. Sitting naked in front of her parents during the mean was embarrassing enough. But when her mother placed a plastic cloth on her chair so she would not stain it, she was thoroughly humiliated. It turned out to be a wise move, though. When Faith arose from the table, there was a sizable puddle on the cloth consisting of her father's sperm and copious amounts of her own secretions.
Her wrists were bound behind her again after dinner and the family watched a rented movie together in the family room. Faith found herself back in her father's lap and missed most of the movie due to the distractions of his roaming fingers.
The three of them retired to her parents' bed for the night. It finally dawned on her why they had such an oversized bed. They were accustomed to having an extra person to play with. She wondered how she had never noticed the games that they played. She found her face buried between Jill's thighs and used her lips and tongue to bring her to a satisfying orgasm. Then she used those same lips and tongue on her father until he decided that he wanted to fuck her again. This time, he did it vaginally and, once again, she was filled with his seed.
Her attire for the week was usually nothing at all other than whatever bound her. She almost always had her wrists tied or cuffed behind her back when she was not doing chores. And when she was not needed sexually or for chores, she was frequently bound to a wall or ceiling or post.
Her friends called frequently and wanted to get together with her before everyone went back to school. She pleaded with her mother but Jill was adamant. They could come to the house if she did not mind seeing her like this. But slavegirls do not travel alone and unprotected. Faith decided that she would not see them.
When Jill went shopping or ran errands, she generally bound Faith in some way that would limit her movement but keep her mindful of her new status, as if she wasn't already fully aware of her new lot in life. On this day, she was standing on her tiptoes, her body stretched upward by a rope that was secured to a hook in the ceiling and attached to the leather cuffs that circled her wrists. She had been like this for over an hour when disaster struck.
She heard a knock at the back door. "Hello. Anybody home?" she heard the female voice call out.
Then she heard a squeak as the door was opened. "Hello. Anybody home?"
"Can you come back later?" Faith called back. "I'm a little busy at the moment."
She heard footsteps coming closer. "I just wanted to…. Ohmigod!" exclaimed the voice. She heard the sound of metal pans clanging to the floor and turned to see her neighbor standing there with her hand to her mouth. "Oh my gawwwwwwwd!"
Faith scrambled to find something to say but found herself speechless. Besides, what could she say? I'm a bit tied up? Or, I'm just hanging around waiting for my mother to get home? Or, I'm part of the decorating scheme now? Nothing seemed appropriate. The damage had already been done.
Jessica Philpott continued to stand at the doorway with her mouth agape and the remaining pan dangling precariously from one of her fingers. "Dear gaaaawwwd! What's happening? Are you all right? Were you raped?"
"I'm okay, Mrs. Philpott," replied Faith. She wasn't sure what to say but she knew that she couldn't let her neighbor call the police.
Finally, Jess Philpott was able to move. "Let me get you down from there. And get you covered up. You poor girl."
"Thank you, Mrs. Philpott," said Faith. She felt her face blush as her neighbor unfastened the rope and then started to remove the bindings on her wrists. She still couldn't figure out what to say but, thankfully, she was spared that.
"Oh, hi, Jess," said Jill as she strode into the room. "I see you've met our little slavegirl."
Jess blinked and then looked at Jill, dumbfounded. "Slave girl? Faith?"
Faith was massaging her sore, stretched muscles as she listened. She wanted to go put some clothes on but didn't want to miss out on the explanation. Besides, she knew that being in clothes would be short lived.
"Sure. She's our slave all week," said Jill. "You know how you like to be tied up during sex? Well, we like tying her up." "Oh god," thought Faith. "She's one of my parents' playmates." She wondered if Mr. Philpott was also involved.
It was Jessica's turn to blush. "Er… um…" Then she tilted her head toward Faith. "Um… does she know…"
Jill laughed. "Well, she didn't know before now. She knows that we share our bed with others. But she didn't know with whom before now. Have a seat. I'll tell you all about our little slave." Both women sat on the couch, leaving the naked girl in the center of the room wondering what she should be doing.
"Well, it all started early this summer," Jill started. "It seems that our lovely daughter must have the same slavegirl fantasies as you. She was captured and spent the entire summer as a slave. Since the summer isn't quite over, we kept her as a slave once she was returned to us."
"Wow!" was all that Jessica could manage to say.