That would have been uncomfortable enough but, before bending her forward, Monique had attached nipple clamps to her tender breasts. These clamps made the clothespins from earlier in the week look like child's play. Their serrated edges bit into the stiff nubbins like little teeth. A fine chain ran from nipple to nipple and, when Monique hung led weights from the chain, Laura shrieked as the little teeth dug deeper into her flesh.
"Hush, little one," soothed Monique as she ran the back of her hand along Laura's back. "This will make you appreciate it even more when you don't have the clamps on."
Laura panted as she tried to adjust to the pain but it felt like her nipples were being crushed and eaten by the cruel jaws. Now, Monique was behind her with that same jar of lubricant that she had used on Steve, rubbing it around her little rosebud and into her bottom and she knew that the worst was yet to come. At the fist stab of Monique's finger, Laura jumped and immediately regretted her action as the lead weights danced on the chain sending new streaks of pain through her. She quickly realized that passively accepting the imminent abuse to her bottom was the only way to ease the pain that was burning into her breasts.
When Monique was satisfied with her work, she guided Pierre's cock to the forbidden channel and then, like her husband had experienced, Laura felt the huge pole slowly forcing its way into her. Monique stroked her back to soothe her and Laura made sure that her upper body remained as still as possible. She cried and whimpered but the log just continued its assault on her bottom. Monique started rubbing Laura's belly in soft circles telling her to relax and just welcome Pierre into her. As much as she tried, Laura just could not relax. Her chest felt like two red hot irons had been pushed into the centers of her breasts and now a fire raged in her sphincter. Eventually, Pierre was completely embedded in her bowels and Monique removed the punishing clamps.
"Such a good girl," remarked Monique as she gently squeezed the swaying orbs. "Such a perfect slavegirl."
Pierre started a slow pistoning motion which animated Laura's breasts. She was thankful that the horrible clamps were gone because she knew that her nipples would have been torn to shreds by the motion of the weights if she still wore them. Monique found a way to access Laura's open and exposed sex and started strumming the erect little clitoris, sending an unusual mix of pleasure and pain through her bound body.
Soon the pain turned to a dull ache as her ass adjusted to the invasion and, eventually, even the ache was gone. Her body was consumed with pleasure as Monique's talented fingers played with her body. Laura's entire mind focused on the fullness in her ass, her tingling clitoris, and the soft swaying of her breasts beneath her. She realized that, at this moment, she was nothing more than a complete sexual plaything. Her entire world was sexual and she wanted nothing more than to please and be pleased.
She passed out as she climaxed and hung limply over the sawhorse. She was not conscious when Pierre shot his seed deep into her bowels and was unaware when he finally withdrew from her bottom. When she awoke, it was the middle of the night and she was sandwiched between her two owners in bed. She had completely missed the moment of New Years.
It was at the moment of the earth-shattering climax that Monique had her epiphany. She had already concluded that she liked the role of mistress and she loved having total control power over others. She also concluded that Steve and Laura were perfect slaves for her family. They were young and fit and beautiful. The fact that they were also a happily married couple only added to the thrills that Monique felt as she used and abused their bodies.
She knew that the couple belonged to her for the next year and a half, but what would happen after that? Would she and Pierre have to go slaveless? Would they purchase or capture another slave or two? And even if they did somehow obtain new slaves, she could not imagine that they would be as fun or desirable as the Packsworth couple.
She knew that she had to find a way to prolong Steve's and Laura's slavery beyond their current term. She had not been able to think of how to do that until this moment, however. Monique realized that if she could condition them to need what Pierre and Monique provided, then they might voluntarily extend their slavery, perhaps indefinitely.
Seeing the powerful orgasm that Laura had just experienced provided the key to her plan. The girl had suffered horribly, both from the clamps and weights and the sodomizing that she had received. And yet the orgasm was monumental. If Monique could help Laura to associate pain with extreme pleasure, then the girl might not be able to leave without suffering a terrible emptiness.
She would have to condition Steve to have a similar dependence on Pierre and her, although she was not sure that she would want two pain sluts. It would take a good deal of thought and careful planning but now she had hope that the slavery might become permanent.
Chapter 13
The Dinner Party
Steve and Laura had endured a full year of slavery and were looking toward another six months before they achieved their freedom. Both had adapted to their new roles reasonably well. Laura blossomed in her newfound sexuality and, despite the fact that she was gorgeous before, she positively radiated with her wanton beauty now. Monique had placed her on a specially designed diet and exercise program which had resulted in a toned body that even a teenager would envy. Her hair had been cropped just above the shoulders and was now platinum. While technically still a C-cup, her breasts seemed to almost spill out of her bra on the few occasions that she was allowed to wear one and she knew that it would not be long before she would require a D-cup bra. Her nipples had been pierced and her owners had purchased a variety of rings and posts to adorn her chest. Currently, she was sporting four-inch hoops made of thin white gold that even Laura had to admit made her look erotic. And the white gold accentuated her new hair color.
Steve had also undergone some changes. His diet and exercise regime had firmed him up nicely and he was in the best shape of his life. His body was completely tanned, which was how Monique liked him. In fact, his flesh stood in stark contrast to Laura's alabaster flesh. Laura sometimes felt like a veal because of the way that Monique made her shun the sun. Steve's nipples had also been pierced and, although he also had a variety of hoops and studs, Monique invariably had him wear the studs with gold balls on his chest, making it look like he was wearing miniature barbells. He had also become much more skilled at maintaining an erection at all times, which frequently caused him embarrassment while at work. Monique had talked about piercing his cock although, much to Steve's relief, she had not had that done yet.
Over time, both Pierre and Monique had exposed the slave couple to selected friends. This evening, Laura and Steve were serving a dinner party of their owners and three other couples. Each of the couples had previously become aware of the Chambeaux slaves so none of them seemed shocked as a naked Steve greeted them at the door with his cock pointing accusingly at them.
Neither were they shocked to find an equally naked Laura attending to their beverage needs as they gathered in the living room. She delivered their drinks to an occasional pinch or groping.
The wide gold hoops were the fascination of the women. Each of them insisted that Laura lean forward to let them admire the jewelry. Much to Steve's chagrin, the barbells through his nipples were the topic of discussion among the men. "That must have been painful," observed one, to which Steve nodded. "At least it's masculine looking jewelry," commented another.