"Well, she is an expert at sucking pussy. She's done it at least… once. And she's very spankable.
Marvelous little bottom, just meant for paddling.
Might be a bit young for whipping yet, but she'll make a good spank."
"Well, all right. Twenty-five dollars, then," sighed Victoria.
"Oh, thank you for buying me, Mistress!" squealed Julie. ".It's the most money I ever earned.
I'll be a very good slave."
"Well, Stacy, better get the electric branding iron started, and Sondra, get the rings and the piercing needle," said Victoria in all seriousness.
The Adam's apple in Julie's throat actually jig- gled as she gulped.
"Oooh, I forgot about… that part of it," she said.
Victoria acted very surprised and disappointed.
"By state law, a slave has to have the S branded on her breasts, and rings put in her nipples, slavegirl. You know that. Oh, well. Bring back an older girl next time, Stacy and Sondra. Untie her and send her home."
"Oh, darn!" said Julie. "I so wanted to play slave… and the money… well… I started the game… I'll finish it… have to grow up some time. Brand me and ring me then. You bought me in good faith."
Victoria had assumed, naturally, that the game would end here. But she had not counted on the tyke's courage and honesty. She winked at her two( servants who went off to fetch the items needed.
The two rings and the piercing needle were laic on the table in front of Julie so that she could see them. Her eyes were like an owl's, in apprehension
Victoria held a ring up to one of Julie's nipples.
"Hmm. Seems quite large for her little nipple."
"It'll… be… okay," croaked tulie. "They'll fit in there." Julie obviously wanted to be somewhere else right now!
"Well, maybe if I put them right at the base of her nipples, par tly through the aureolas." Julie's mouth quivered in uneasiness. "Shall we brand her or ring her first, girls?" asked Victoria.
"Why don't you brand her first, Victoria," said
Stacy. "The brand is all ready."
Victoria brought the brand near Julie. The glow- ing "S" was almost larger than the young breasts.
"Well, come on, slave-girl," said Victoria firmly,
"are you a child or a girl?… stick those breasts out to be branded like a real woman."
The poor girl thrust out her innocent mounds.
Her hands made fists, her eyes closed tightly, and her teeth clenched themselves together in anticipa- tion of the pain. Victoria lowered the brand until some of the dainty little child-silk on Julie's breast curled and browned under the heat. Victoria await- ed the scream of halt from Julie. It did not come!
The tyke actually was going to let herself be breast- branded! Victoria shook her head in disbelief and admiration.
Stacy showed admiration, but not surprise. She long since had stopped being surprised by any- thing girls accepted in life. Girls were the best things in the world.
"Wait!" said Stacy, on cue. "Before you brand her breasts, Madam, I want to check something in the law book in the library." She left, and returned quickly. The brand was still close enough for Julie to feel the heat of it. Stacy had the law book opened.
"Afraid you can't brand her, Madam, or ring her nipples either. In Georgia Statutes, Book Nine,
Page Eleven, Paragraph Two, it says that a slave- girl can't be branded and/or ringed until she's fifteen. She may be a slave at any age, but not branded or ringed."
"Oh, darn!" said Victoria.
All could see Julie actually slump in her ropes.
Her eyes opened once again. Her little breasts and chest heaved in relief. She wouldn't admit it, how- ever. Not Julie Moreland. In truth, the tyke had been scared to death. She had been one second away from shamefully wetting the floor. Now, of course, her reprieve made her brave.
"Heck," she said. "A slave-girl should have her tits branded and ringed. Those stupid lawmakers!
Eleven is old enough!" Victoria had to turn around to hide her smile. Yet, Julie had once again aroused her greatly.
"Well, get a marking pen, Stacy. I'll put the 'S' on her breasts with that."
Victoria drew two lovely script S's on Julie's young breasts. Julie was pleased with them. They were painless.
"Does the law book say anything about what age a slave-girl has to be before a mistress can torture her?" asked Victoria. Stacy thumbed through the pages.
"No, Madam. Guess you can torture her."
"Would you like to be tortured, slave-girl?" asked Victoria.
Julie's answer probably would have been no, ninety-nine times out of a hundred. But so relieved was she at escaping the branding, that torture seemed like a respite to her!
"If you wish, Mistress. I belong to you," said
Julie properly.
The clothespins looked huge on Julie's little nip- ples, and had nearly flattened them in the forceful grasp. It was, of course, the girl's first torture. She had given a rather adult moan to each application, and now lay her head against one shoulder as the pain intensified. Stacy and Sondra began to hold hands again, and their excitement was evident in their moistened pants.
"Probably should gag your slave before putting clothespins on her pussy, Madam," suggested
Sondra.
Victoria reached up under her skirt and peeled off her panties.
"Open, slave-girl," she commanded of Julie.
"Ooh, your pants look rather wet, Mistress," complained Julie.
"Slave girls don't talk back!" snapped Victoria.
"Besides, you know what I taste like. Open!" Julie opened her mouth like a baby bird expecting a worm. The pants were popped into her mouth with
force. Julie's face flushed as she tasted Victoria
Palmer once again. Victoria put clothespins on her sex lips.
It was now that young Julie Moreland felt the first real submission-domination emotion of her tender life. This sophistication usually was not experienced until teenage years, but at eleven it was more than possible. In Julie's case, it was occurring. The full realization finally sank home to her as Victoria and her two servants sat in easy chairs and admired the view which she presented them. Naked, spread open, bound by thumbs and toes, painful clothespins on nipples and sex lips, a woman's damp panty in her mouth. A slave!
Julie gave out a muffled moan as it hit her.
Victoria was well aware of the moment. She was experiencing the sight of a very young girl feeling the excitement of submission and bondage for the first time. She stared at Julie's sex expectantly, and eventually was rewarded. Small drops of liquid oozed out and fell to the floor. A spanking should do it.
She stood behind Julie and applied the spanking full force. They were gunshots in volume.
"When you're ready to eat my pussy, and
Stacy's and Sondra's too, just nod your head, you little slut." Victoria intentionally issued the crude words to further excite Julie's submission. It worked. Especially being called a slut. At the next loud smack of hand against her bottom, Julie burbled into her gag. Following this, she began to chew on the panties, jerked, orgasmed terribly, and fell limp in her ropes. Her thighs were soaked from the emission.
Victoria removed the clothespins and the ropes, and Julie sat like a child on the floor to get her senses back. Her eyes were big and blue, and very, very submissive.
"Thank your mistress for the spanking, Julie said Stacy.
"Thank you for spanking… my ass, Mistress
It came out very adult and very exciting.
"You're welcome, bitch," said Victoria, conti ing the delightful game. "Now, little slut, beg to eat our pussies until we come!"
"Mistress, may I please eat your pussy… until you orgasm?"
"You have permission, slave-girl," sighed Victo ria. She was near exploding in sexual excitement
"I want to hear a lot of wet slurping when you ( too!"