"Step lively, girls," instructed Fiona as she slashed a crop across Alana's vulnerable bottom. "Raise those knees high. We'll have you prancing in no time." Each girl had a choice as they walked back to the compound as the storm continued to strengthen. They could either raise their knees with each step so that their upper legs were parallel to the ground or they could endure the bite of the crop with each infraction. They quickly learned the movements of prancing.
"We'll be here forever, Mistress!" complained a very frustrated Alana once they were returned to Grace in the guest villa. "It was nothing but an endless string of distractions!"
"Maybe they want it to take forever, pet," replied Grace. "I know I would do anything I could to prolong my time with you if I were them. By the way… nice tails."
Alana hmmmphed and slapped her hands down against her thighs in frustration. It always seemed that there was an answer to all of her concerns, regardless of whether or not the answer made any sense.
"Come, little one," commanded Grace as she sat and reached out her arms with her palms up. Alana dutifully knelt before her owner and positioned her breasts in her Mistress' hands. Grace motioned with her head for Meredith to kneel beside Alana and then shifted to the side to be able to hold a breast of each girl.
"You are both very special. And I'm not surprised that they want to keep you here longer." She gave each breast a loving squeeze. "In fact, I get the sense that we are all very special. I'm not sure that they are used to seeing mistresses and slaves who love one another. Maybe they're trying to learn from us."
Grace then led the two girls to the bathroom where a huge tub awaited them. Meredith drew the bath and then the three women slipped into the hot water to luxuriate for close to an hour. Grace had her two girls bathe her and delighted when they took it upon themselves to pleasure her. With Meredith's fingers toying with her sex and Alana's lips on her breasts, it did not take long for Grace to climax.
"Mmmmm, I wonder where Kelly is," Grace thought as she leaned back against Meredith who was cradling her head between her firm breasts. "Too bad she missed this tender moment."
Kelly was, at the moment, being prepared for dinner. In actuality, she was being prepared to be a serving platter for dinner. She was suspended between four poles with arms and legs outstretched. At the moment, a padded bench was supporting her back so that the various hors d'oeuvres could be placed on her decoratively. She had already been warned, however, that when cocktail hour arrived, the bench would be removed and three metal spikes would replace it. This would ensure that Kelly held her body completely flat and did not sag or slump at all because, if she did, the spikes would jab her and correct her positioning.
Kelly felt fingers placing crackers and vegetables on her belly. She jumped slightly as she felt cheese being scooped and piled onto her belly button but stopped moving when the chef pinched her nipple hard and leaned down to tell her that she would serve the nipple on a cracker to someone if she moved again. Kelly believed her.
Caviar was scooped onto her nipples and then patted down. Additionally, crackers were arranged on her upper chest. Shrimp were arranged at the base of her breasts. She had never felt so inanimate in all her life. She really was nothing more than a serving tray to this woman.
Most of the preparations were complete and Kelly was allowed to rest for the moment until it was time for the guests to arrive. The chef went on to prepare her other dishes and Kelly just prayed that none of the slaves was being used as a baking dish.
The first diners started to arrive and it was time to wheel out the appetizers. The chef returned to Kelly with a plate full of carrots and celery. One by one, she pushed the vegetables into Kelly. Quickly, Kelly felt full but carrots and celery stalks kept being pushed in, stretching Kelly wider and wider.
"There is no need for a dip tonight," explained the chef as she leaned down and kissed Kelly. "I'm sure they will enjoy your marinade." Then she squatted down, removed the padded bench, and replaced it with the three metal spikes. Kelly was wheeled out to the dining room, much to the delight of the gathering mistresses.
Grace had to chuckle as she saw the predicament that her daughter was in. Thankfully, she knew that Kelly was in great shape and was capable of withstanding this torment. It would not be muscles that failed her if she ended up betting stabbed by the spears. It would be her concentration.
The mistresses surrounding her and reaching for various hors d'oeuvres seemed intent on distracting her. Instead of simply pulling out a stalk of celery or a carrot, each diner would slide it in and out of her sex numerous times. One even toyed with her clit as she did that, explaining to those around her that, "this freshens the marinade."
Kelly ended up jerking slightly as the vegetables were moved in and out and gasped as she felt the sharp metal tips jabbing at her back. She straightened out her posture just as the women discovered the caviar. Cracker after cracker was scraped across her sensitive nipples as the mistresses tried to capture each precious fish egg. She heard herself moaning but tried very hard to keep her body straight to avoid the spears below.
Thankfully, the food was disappearing from her body and she knew she would soon be free of torment. But just as she thought that things would get better, they got much, much worse.
"We can't let all of this caviar flavor go to waste," exclaimed one of the mistresses as she leaned down and sucked as much of Kelly's right breast into her mouth as she could.
"I agree," replied a second mistress. "Waste not, want not." Then she dipped her head and sucked the left nipple, along with a generous amount of breast into her mouth. This caused Kelly to lose her concentration and she immediately felt two of the spears jab at her tender flesh.
"And we can't let this carrot go to waste, either," announced a third mistress. Unknown to Kelly, all of the smaller vegetables had been eaten, leaving a carrot that would have qualified as a Burpee poster child still in her sex. The mistress slid it out until only the tip was within the folds of Kelly's labia. Then she slid it slowly forward, aiming it carefully until it touched Kelly's cervix. She kept pushing, slowly but insistently as Kelly growled and writhed. She was getting constantly jabbed at this point but almost didn't care. The pleasure from the lips on her nipples was mingling with the pain from the spears. The carrot was a totally different matter. It had its own pleasure and pain. Once it was clear that the carrot had penetrated Kelly's womb, the two suckling mistresses reached under the slave to support her so that she didn't damage herself. Within moments, she shrieked and stiffened and then her cart was wheeled back into the kitchen where the spikes were removed and she was allowed to recover before being released.
"Oh my god, Mom!" exclaimed Kelly later that night. "It was so intense!!!"
"I could tell," smiled Grace as she held her daughter's breasts in her palms as she liked to do with Alana. "Did you like it?"
"Oh god no!" she replied emphatically. "But I can't wait to do it again!"
Grace leaned forward and kissed Kelly's forehead, giving each nipple a tweak. "You are a beautiful slavegirl."
Chapter 21: A New World Order
KC and Grace took a walk the next morning. "How have you been enjoying our island?" asked KC.
"I think it's fabulous," replied Grace. "It's so beautiful and your entertainment is so… interesting."