"Oh my, what a catch!" exclaimed Meg.
"I told you that Emily had good taste," offered Bob.
"I think that your exact words were ‘I'll bet that Emily tastes good,'" laughed Meg before turning back to Emily. "She must have been very expensive. Where did you buy her?"
This caused Emily to raise her eyebrows. She had never even dreamed that people were bought and sold in this day and age. "I didn't buy her," she replied. "I captured her."
"Such a much better way to stock your stables," nodded Meg. Much less expensive and
it opens up the whole world as candidates. Although, it comes with a lot more risk."
"Well, I've known Jane for a long time. So I didn't think there was a lot of risk."
"Good for you," smiled Meg. "She really is a wonderful thing. What are your plans for her?"
Jane listened closely to Emily's response. "I don't know really. I said that we'd try it for a month and reassess everything then. We'll just have to see."
Jane was relieved at Emily's response but that relief was quickly dashed when she heard Bob speak up.
"It's a shame. But then again, maybe you'll decide to keep her. And if not, I'm sure we'd be willing to buy her from you," the man said. This sent a chill shooting down Jane's spine.
"She's a tall one," said the diminutive Meg who could not have been more than an inch over five feet tall. Then she laughed. "You both are! In fact, you make a perfect matched set!"
Emily laughed and then sat down when the Hopewells invited her to join them. Jane moved beside Emily and then knelt when she saw her owner point to a spot on the ground.
"So have you thought about racing your filly?" asked Bob.
"No, not really," replied Emily.
"Another shame. She has the build and she appears to have the strength. I'd bet that she would be a very fast ponygirl."
"What's a ponygirl, exactly?" asked Emily. "I've seen some pictures of them on the internet but I assumed that it was just some kind of costume."
"Oh no," responded Meg. "Some people are quite serious about their ponies. And there are pony boys too." Then Meg went on to describe the different types of ponies and how their owners used them. Jane listened in horror as she heard about people being kept in stables and girls pulling carts. Even the equestrian and dressage events were distasteful to her, despite her enjoyment of those things when they were performed with real horses.
"Bob and I find the idea exciting and we have even used some of our slaves as ponies. But more as a change of pace rather than a steady diet."
"How many slaves have you owned?" asked a curious Emily.
"Let's see," replied Bob as he thought for a moment. "We have had five subs, but only one of them was a slave."
"What's the difference?" asked Emily. Meg took over and explained how subs could set limits and how the relationship was frequently not full time. Slaves had no say in things and were frequently full-time. "I guess Jane's a sub then. Well, no," said Emily as she furrowed her brow, "I guess she's a temporary slave. At least for another week."
Meg sighed as she nodded. "Well enjoy her while you can. Does she have any talents?"
Jane was once again becoming irritated. It was driving her crazy to listen to the way that everyone was talking around her. They behaved as if she weren't even there. Or as if she were an inanimate object. ‘Pet!!!' she thought disgustedly.
"Well, she's very good at a lot of things. And she has become quite talented wither tongue in the past three weeks," replied Emily, eliciting a soft groan from Jane. Emily reacted by reaching down and giving Jane's bottom a swat.
"Really? I'll have to check that out some time," said Meg.
"Oh please do. You are welcome to check it out right now, if you like. And Bob, you should feel free to enjoy her too. I'm afraid that I have been remiss lately in my job. I haven't provided her with any male companionship for three weeks. And she's a professed heterosexual."
"That's very generous of you," responded Bob. Then he turned toward his wife. "Shall we?"
Meg grinned and stood up to start shedding her clothes. "Let's." Soon both hosts were naked and were positioning Jane for their pleasure. Meg laid down in the grass and Jane was moved between her legs. With her hands still held behind her, this was difficult for the slavegirl. But it became easier when Bob slid behind her and grasped her arms. At least now she wouldn't have to worry about falling forward. Bob arched his hips forward, spearing his cock deep inside of Jane, causing her to moan as her tongue started working on Meg's sex.
"Is she always this wet?" asked Bob as he turned his head to Emily.
"Always," replied Emily. "At least she has been constantly wet for the past three weeks." Jane heard herself being discussed again but was almost beyond becoming embarrassed at this point. She continued to lap at Meg's sex, flickering her tongue over the clit occasionally, as she enjoyed the filling penetration of Bob.
"You're the only one dressed, my dear," observed Bob. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable without the dress?"
Emily laughed. "I guess I would." She reached behind her back and unzipped the garment, letting it slide down her body to pool at her feet. "When in Rome…"
"Oh very nice. Much better. May I?" asked Bob as he reached a hand out to Emily. Emily drew closer and when she got close enough, Bob wrapped his arm around her hips and pulled her to him.
"So divine," he muttered as his lips moved across the lower swells of Emily's breasts. He kept pistoning in and out of Jane and started playfully nipping at Emily's breast flesh with his teeth.
At this point, Meg, who had been silent other than for her moans, propped herself up on her elbows. She gazed over Jane's head, back and bottom to catch her first glimpse of a naked Emily. "Fabulous!" she exclaimed and then sucked in her breath quickly as Jane's tongue started flickering over her clit again. "She's a magnificent creature, isn't she dear?"
"She's wonderful," he said as he took a break from devouring Emily's breasts. "The two girls really are a matched pair." He slid his hand down between Emily's legs and started stroking her clit as he started to suckle on her nipples.
Emily arched her back to feed her breasts to Bob's lips and teeth and smiled proudly as she heard herself being appraised as an equal to Jane. Emily knew that she was pretty but did not think that she was in the same league as Jane who she thought was truly stunning. And yet her neighbors viewed the two of them as a matched pair.
Meg achieved orgasm first and let out a long, low groan before reaching down and lifting Jane's head. Jane's eyes were closed but her tongue was still fluttering furiously, which caused Meg to laugh. "Whoa girl! If you keep doing that to me, I'll end up in a hospital or something."
Meg then raised Jane higher until she was almost kneeling upright. This made for a difficult angle for Bob so he pulled out of Jane, causing the slavegirl to whimper at her new emptiness. Then he looked up at Emily. "I seem to have lost my place. Would you do me the honors?"
Emily was confused for a moment. She didn't know if Bob was asking her to help him reinsert his cock in Jane or if he wanted to impale her. Never one to look a gift cock in the mouth, she quickly took the initiative and laid back in the grass, opening her legs in invitation to Bob. Bob shuffled between the spread thighs and then leaned forward letting his member slide into the waiting and wet sex. "Ahhhh! Home at last!" he groaned.
In the meantime, Meg took advantage of Bob's disengagement and straightened Jane all the way up. "Much better," she declared as she knelt before the kneeling slave and kissed her. Meg's hands roamed down to Jane's breasts and captured them, squeezing until the firm globes of flesh oozed from between her fingers. "All the goodies are available now."