"Help me fuck him," Pierre told Laura. She blushed again as she head the words and, once again, gripped her master's cock and guided it to rape her husband. Steve let out another screech as his bottom was invaded anew.
Once she had successfully embedded Pierre's cock in Steve's ass, she started stroking her husband's cock. She marveled at how hard it was and wondered if he was actually enjoying this humiliating abuse.
Monique offered commentary during the ordeal. "Pierre doesn't look ready yet, pet. Don't let him cum." "Pierre is close. Make sure the slave cums at the same time." "Pierre is almost there. Get ready."
Steve was babbling incoherently at this point and Laura knew that, if Steve was expected to climax at the same time as Pierre, then it would be up to her to make sure that it happened. When she thought that Pierre was ready, she did two things. First, she twisted her body and fed one of her breasts to her husband. He sucked greedily on her nipple. She also reached under him with her other hand and gripped his balls. She squeezed as her original hand kept stroking his cock. Pierre tensed and groaned and then she felt relief as Steve also groaned and spurted a copious amount of his seed onto the table.
Pierre slipped out of the male ass and put on his robe before leaving the room. Laura was instructed to wash her hands and to return to the two mistresses. Steve simply collapsed onto the table, lying in his own sperm.
"Wasn't that fun?" asked Monique after Laura had returned.
"It was sure different," replied a confused Laura. She was still not sure what to make of what she had just witnessed and participated in.
"Well, tomorrow, you get to be the entertainment," smiled Monique. "I'm sure you'll look forward to that."
"Yes, Mistress," was Laura's only replied as she felt a chill snake down her spine.
Chapter 12
A New Plan
It was finally New Year's Eve. Steve had to work and would normally have come home early on the day before a holiday. The recent abuse to his rectum, however, would probably keep him working late to postpone any further abuse. He knew that he and Laura would be expected to report to the Chambeaux home quickly after he left work.
Laura had spent the day cleaning and trying to read. She was so distracted, though, by all of the recent changes that she just stared at the words on the page. She ended up spending more time cleaning than she had intended.
Katherine stopped by shortly before lunch and acted disappointed that Laura was clothed. Laura had been wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top, but those were quickly removed when Katherine disapproved of her attire. They ate lunch together and then Laura was instructed to remain naked for the rest of the day. Katherine told the slavegirl to call her when Steve got home and she would send the chauffeur. Laura simply waited around for the rest of the day. The most productive activity that she performed was the shaving of her already hairless sex.
"So did she give you any idea what was going happen tonight?" asked a frantic Steve when he arrived home. Steve was still grappling with the loss of his anal virginity and was a bit on edge.
"None," replied Laura, "other than I am to call her once you get home so she can send the car. I'll call her now."
"Can't you wait just a bit?" pleaded Steve. "It won't hurt to spend a few minutes together."
"This slavery deal was not my idea and not my doing," responded Laura, testily. "But a deal's a deal. And when you have time off, we belong at their house according to the deal." She picked up the phone and called Katherine to inform her that Steve was home. Katherine told her to be ready in one hour. Steve was to wear a tuxedo. Laura was to wear an evening cape and nothing else other than shoes that would match. Laura felt a sense of dread overwhelm her at this news.
The limousine arrived an hour later and the drive escorted the couple to the car. They found the Chambeaux family already inside and they were instructed to kneel in the center of the floor. The two slaves faced Pierre and the two Chambeaux women were behind them.
"We are not big on parties," said Pierre when the slaves had gotten settled. "We thought that a nice dinner followed by a quiet evening at home would be best for this New Years." Neither of the married couple replied but just kept their eyes cast down.
Pierre reached out and cupped both chins, tilting them upward. "Smile," he said, "this should be a fun evening." Each gave him a weak smile but did not try to avert their eyes from his. He leaned forward and kissed Laura deeply and passionately and she silently cursed her body for starting to react so quickly. He left Laura's lips, leaving her panting, and gave Steve an identical kiss, causing him to want to jump right out of his skin.
"Two beautiful slaves," he smiled as he leaned back. "And so many ways to enjoy them. They are yours," he told Monique and Katherine, "until we get home. Then, I might want to sample one or both of them."
It was one of the finest restaurants in the city but Laura hardly tasted her food. She was too nervous, knowing that she was completely naked beneath the cape and that any one of her owners might decide to display her at any moment. Steve hardly ate a bite. He was not worried about what might happen at the restaurant but he was petrified at what the rest of the evening might hold in store. But dinner was uneventful. The only embarrassing moment for Laura was when Katherine held her by the waist as they walked out of the restaurant and reached her hand into the cape to squeeze one of the delicious untethered breasts. Laura hoped that nobody else saw that or they would think that she was some kind of wanton lesbian.
Ashley arrived shortly after the limousine dropped off the revelers at the Chambeaux home. Katherine had arranged for her to spend the night to celebrate New Years.
Pierre smiled and Monique stifled a groan of disappointment as the two girls selected Steve for the night. Pierre could play the role of the owner of a male slave but his heart was not in it. "Cherchez la femme," was his motto. Monique, however, had been looking forward to playing with the male slave and was disappointed that he would not be her toy for the night. She loved the act of teasing the slaveboy and the forbidden thrill of fucking him as his wife and her own husband watched.
But, she reminded herself, she also loved toying with the beautiful and easily embarrassed wife. And she also drew pleasure from watching her husband impale the girl. She decided that she loved being able to enjoy either one of the bound couple.
Steve found himself in Katherine's bedroom and was quickly disrobed by the two teenage nymphs. The first job that he was assigned was to teach the girls how to give a proper blowjob and he concluded that there were certain benefits to being a slave. At Steve's recommendation, the two took off their clothes and then each of the girls took turns under the tutelage of the male slave. He perched himself on the edge of the bed and gloried at the sight of the two beautiful teenagers kneeling side by side between his legs. "Use more lips." "Watch the teeth." "Try fluttering your tongue over the tip." "Lick it like a popsicle occasionally." The instructions went on and on and, eventually, the girls started calling him professor. At the end of the session, the world had two more expert fellatrixes.
Laura's evening was not nearly as entertaining; at least not for her. She had been bent over a sawhorse, which had earlier been placed in the center of the master bedroom. Her legs had been spread and each of her ankles was tied to one of the legs of the sawhorse. Her hands were bound behind her back and the top of the sawhorse dug into the tops of her thighs, leaving her upper body stretched horizontally in front of her bent form.