Janice smiled and got up from the table, crossing the floor to her niece. She lifted each beautiful breast in her hands and kissed the soft upper swells before kissing Charity on the lips. "Thank you. I think I would like to play with her. Maybe later."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Charity. She finished creating a plate full of fruit and then returned to where Jill was still bound. She placed a raspberry on each of the leopard spots which, by now, were fading. She stuffed a half dozen apple slices into Jill's sex and then peeled a banana, stuffing it in with the apple pieces. Jill shuddered when she saw the banana, remembering the gang rapes when she was a prisoner of the warring tribe but did not say anything.
Charity sat on the bed beside Jill and fed her new slavegirl the remaining fruit from the plate. When Jill had finished eating, Charity went from spot to spot, licking sensually around each with her tongue before sucking the raspberries into her mouth. Charity was only half way through the berries when Jill started moaning. Charity continued her feast.
When the berries were gone, she laid between Jill's bound legs and started sucking on her sex, using her tongue to try to scoop out the fruit. When that did not work, she worked a finger in to get them and Jill's moaning intensified. Charity would trap a piece of fruit, eat it, and then wrap her lips around Jill's clit which was very erect at this point. She would pulse it between her lips several times before going in search of another piece of fruit.
Jill was groaning and writhing in her bonds by the time Charity got the last piece of fruit out. Charity was not about to put her out of her agony by letting her climax just yet, though. She had one more thing that she wanted to do. She had never fisted a woman before and today she would do it for the first time.
She had been fisted several times and she knew that, if done right, it could be very erotic and pleasurable. She slipped two fingers into Jill and twisted them, eliciting another groan. Then a third finger joined in. When the fourth one entered, Jill realized what was happening and protested.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing down there?" she said as she lifted her head and peered down across her naked form at her young captor.
"Just playing with my Pussy Girl's pussy," Charity giggled.
"Well it wasn't designed for that," exclaimed Jill.
"Oh, it was designed for pleasure," replied Charity as her thumb joined the crowd of fingers. Slowly, she pumped her fingers in and out, noticing how aroused Jill was. The beautiful professor was groaning even louder now. The fingers moved a little deeper with each push. "Besides, my hand is a lot smaller than that guy's was who fisted me."
Jill gasped as Charity's hand stretched her wide and protested again. But Charity just kept moving her hand in and out of the slippery wet tunnel until, finally, her whole hand was inside of her temporary slave.
Jill took a deep breath and then panted as she felt her vagina stuffed to fullness. She took another deep breath and panted almost as if she were in labor. The fingers spread out inside of her body and she could feel them exploring their new home. She pulled on the ropes holding her arms to try to pull herself higher to escape the fingered invasion but the ropes holding her legs held her tightly in place.
Charity took her time. She believed that she could make Jill climax in a heartbeat but she wanted to prolong this exquisite agony. Her fingers danced along the soft, warm vaginal walls, exploring slowly every surface. She found her slave's cervix and lightly tapped it with a finger, sending little shocks of pain through the captive's body.
Jill's brow was sweaty and she shook her head back and forth, trying to adjust to the uncomfortable fullness. She continued her deep breathing and panting as the fingers went back to their exploration.
Charity gazed up from her position between the bound legs. She just loved to look at her professor. Every delicate curve was so feminine and so beautiful. She saw the luscious, bountiful breasts jiggle as her captive tried to pull on the arm ropes. And she saw Jill's belly quivering which she knew was a telltale sign that she was nearing climax. Charity let her hand go limp and still as she waited for Jill to relax. She did not want her slave to orgasm just yet.
Jill groaned. She had been so close. Now all she felt was the hand filling her sex and the wrist stretching her open. She tried moving her hips to start the stimulation again but it did not work. She was completely at the mercy of her student and temporary mistress.
Charity sensed that Jill had calmed down. Her breathing became more regular and her belly had stopped quivering. Charity decided it was time for her next move but she was still not ready to let Jill climax yet. She would just have to be very careful with her slave.
She curled her fingers and tucked her thumb in, forming a fist. Then she started pulling back. Her fist met resistance but she kept the pressure on, increasing the strain on Jill's sex. Jill groaned as a dull pain formed between her thighs. Charity eased off the pressure and slowly moved her arm forward. Jill could feel the fist moving within her belly. Eventually, the knuckles touched her cervix and kept pressing forward. Jill groaned again as a new dull ache formed in her body and cramps radiated from her cervix. Finally, Charity eased off that pressure also.
Charity continued these motions. She would pull her hand back, causing a strain, and then push it forward until it mashed Jill's cervix and caused the cramping. Slowly, she increased the rhythm and Jill felt the hand move inside of her more quickly. Eventually, the tempo became quick and Jill was back to her deep breathing and panting. It felt like her cervix was being battered almost as if Charity were trying to burst through into her womb. Pain radiated constantly from her pummeled cervix.
Charity saw the belly quivering again and stopped all movement. She tilted her head forward and blew on the slick, distended clitoris but did not touch it. Jill groaned again as another orgasm was denied her.
Charity waited until regular breathing was restored and the belly was still. Then she started her hand moving again. This time, she picked up where she left off and was pounding her slave's cervix, sending pain emanating from her battered organ.
It was time for her slave to climax. As her fist continued to punch at Jill's cervix, Charity's lips formed an O. She leaned forward and sucked the tender nubbin between her lips and started flicking it with her tongue. The clit was only flicked twice when Jill started climaxing but Charity kept her motions up. The orgasm seemed to go on forever as Charity teased her slave. Then, just as she was starting to come down from her orgasm, Jill's body erupted in a fresh one. Still, Charity continued. By the time Charity finished, she was not sure whether Jill had five orgasms or one orgasm with five peaks. In any event, she had been climaxing for more than four minutes. Jill was exhausted.
"God!" exclaimed Jill after she had mostly recovered. "Where did you learn that one?"
Charity nipped at Jill's clit with her teeth, causing the bound slave to jump. "I just made that up. I wanted to see how it worked."
"Oh, it did the trick," said an exhausted Jill.
Chapter 15
"How's she doing as a mistress?" asked Janice as she entered her bedroom.
"She's pretty creative," replied Jill who was still spread and bound on the bed. "She's a good little mistress."
Charity had been sleeping in Janice's bed the night before so that's where the bound Jill was placed as a present. Jill continued to be amazed at the unusual aunt/niece relationship. Apparently, it worked for them. She could certainly tell that they loved one another very much. But it must have been difficult when they were with other family members. She wondered how often Charity came close to calling her aunt Mistress.