Wife of the Party
Chapter 1
The man and woman stood side by side, motionless other than for the slow rising and falling of their chests as they breathed. Another woman slowly circled the pair, running her eyes up and down their bodies and taking in every detail.
"You performed well last night, Steve," commented Monique as she reached down and cradled his erect cock in her palm. The naked man blushed slightly. Even though he had been owned for over two years, it was still disconcerting to be reminded as his status as a slave. And to be reminded that his actions were controlled by his owners was enough to bring a slight blush to his cheeks.
"Thank you, Mistress," Steve replied as his cock twitched slightly in her hand. The night before, he had been the main entertainment at a party hosted by his owners. The guests had included several dominant couples that had brought their own slaves with them. The entertainment had consisted of having Steve's hands bound behind his back while he was blindfolded and then having the other slaves try to bring him to orgasm.
Steve's owners had spent the last two years teaching the male slave control. He was allowed to climax frequently but only on demand. Last night, they had commanded him not to cum and then had unleashed the other slaves on him. Despite his training, he found it difficult to control himself. Without his sight, he never knew the next assault would come or from whom. The three female slaves and one male slave that the guests had brought were as determined as they were merciless. Four sets of lips teased his body to unbearable arousal. Four mouths tried to coax his seed from him. At least two of the slaves were always at work on him and, at times, all four worked together.
They positioned him and repositioned him to suit their various devious schemes to get him to climax. Sometimes, the position would give him a clue about what to expect next. When he was placed on his back in the center of the room, he expected a wet, warm pussy to slide onto his throbbing pole. And he was right as, one after another, the girls impaled themselves on his cock. As one would become exhausted and eventually climax, the others would lift her off to be replaced by a new warm velvety tunnel.
Sometimes they surprised him. When he was kneeling with his head resting on the floor and his bottom raised in the air, he fully expected to be sodomized by the male slave. That eventually happened when he was standing in the middle of the room with two sets of female lips suckling on his sensitive nipples and a third set of feminine lips slurping away at his inflamed cock. But when he was placed in the kneeling position, his cock was alternately hand-milked and flogged while a tongue reamed out his little pucker.
After an hour of the exquisite torture, his Mistress declared him victorious. He was unbound and given his sight back and then he was given his choice of slaves to relieve himself. He had selected the young blonde and released his copious load of semen into her waiting womb.
Monique continued her journey and moved behind the two slaves. She touched the mark on the woman's left buttock. Each of the slaves sported identical marks. It was a small fleur-de-lis with the letter C in the middle. They had each been branded with this mark of ownership eighteen months earlier when they had agreed to permanent slavery to the Chambeaux family.
Laura shuddered slightly as Monique touched her brand. It did not hurt; at least it did not hurt now. It had been excruciatingly painful when the white hot iron had touched her tender flesh to give her the token of her new station in life and the smell of her burning flesh had left an indelible memory in her mind. Perhaps it was this memory that always made her tremble when someone touched the spot.
"You are making nice progress, little one," remarked Monique as she rubbed her palm lightly over Laura's belly. "Soon you will be back to form."
In reality, Laura was already back to form. She had given birth to a baby daughter three months earlier but her stringent training program had returned her to her former self within a month. Her breasts were now larger but she had quickly shed the excess weight elsewhere and was firmly toned.
"Thank you, Mistress," replied the naked slavegirl.
Steve and Laura were married. Through a careless lapse in judgment on Steve's part, the couple had no choice other than temporary enslavement to the Chambeaux family consisting of Monique, her husband Pierre, and their daughter Katherine. That temporary condition had evolved into permanency, probably due to a shared lapse in judgment. But the decision had been made that now both of them were the property of this family.
Before the original lapse in judgment, Steve and Laura had been a typical young suburban couple. Steve was a successful rising star and was an executive at a company owned and run by Pierre. He continued to be a successful executive at the company by day. Outside of the company, however, he was Pierre's property.
Laura had been a homemaker. She managed the household and took care of everything so that she and her husband could enjoy life together when he was not working. They had even been planning on starting a family before the night of the lapse in judgment.
Now they had started their family. Brigitte had been born in the spring and the couple adjusted their lives once again to accommodate the latest change.
It was not your normal pregnancy. Even conception was not normal. Pierre and Monique had decided that it was time for the couple to have their first child and had taken Laura off of her contraception. Then, for the next two months, she did not have any unprotected sex. She was still required to service Pierre or the guests of the owners but she did so with her mouth or bottom for the most part. On the rare occasion that she did have intercourse, the male, whoever it happened to be, always wore a condom.
Finally, Monique declared that breeding should commence. That was how she referred to it: breeding. If Laura had not felt humiliated before, she certainly did at that point. Not only was she property, but she was being reduced to the status of a common pet or farm animal. Each month, Monique would monitor Laura's body to determine when she was most fertile. Then Monique would organize and preside over the breeding.
Laura could not complain about it being unpleasant. Monique ensured that Laura's body was highly stimulated for each session and she always received numerous orgasms. It was just so humiliating to be strapped into a rack and fucked in front of an audience for the purpose of producing a child.
The other aspects of the breeding were also humiliating. Monique created a form of Russian roulette for the events. On the first day, Steve exclusively would fuck his wife, depositing his sperm in her with the hopes that one of the tiny swimmers would find the waiting egg. On day two, Steve and Pierre would alternate and she would receive four loads of sperm on those days. On the third and final breeding session of each month, it was just her husband trying to impregnate her.
After the third month of breeding, Laura became pregnant. To this day, she still was not sure if the baby was Steve's or Pierre's, although the odds were that Steve was the father. A simple DNA test would confirm that but Laura decided that not knowing was probably best.
Monique insisted on naming the child since the baby was born from her property. She selected the name Brigitte, a nice French name to go along with the Chambeaux family heritage. Monique also assisted with many of the childcare activities and was like a second mother to tiny Brigitte.
Laura wondered how Brigitte would grow up. At some point, she would start to realize that something was different about her parents. Steve and Laura were kept naked other than when Steve went to work or they were taken somewhere by their owners. How many girls' parents are always naked? And how many wear brands of ownership? For that matter, how many were owned at all?