Have Faith

Chapter 12

Jane moved Faith along slowly. She did not want to scare away her new charge or make her regret her decision. She felt that the twins had been too aggressive with the girl and moved too quick, although, in a way, she was thankful for them doing that. It opened the door to her owning Faith.

The twins were allowed to play with Faith and they usually harnessed her up and treated her as a pony. Jane too liked ponygirls but only as an occasional amusement. A full time ponygirl would go out of her mind with the boredom of trying to be like a pony. The twins were allowed to use the riding crop in guiding their pony but were otherwise prohibited from punishing her.

Faith no longer slept in the stall. She was now a nightly fixture in Jane's bed. And Faith had overcome any uneasiness she had about lesbian sex. She now readily licked all three pussies and she did so because she wanted to; not out of fear of punishment. She especially liked having sex with her aunt. The twins were nice but they were so inexperienced and unrefined. It was much more like an athletic event than an intimate act. With Jane, however, it was tender love making. Even though she was still treated like a slave by her aunt, she felt like a most prized possession.

Jane did inflict pain on her from time to time but she always seemed to do it in a loving and erotic way. Nipple clamps, whips, paddles, floggers and crops were all introduced to her body. Hot wax, electricity and ice also became occasional instruments of torture. But it was always a delicate and erotic torture. There was almost always some kind of bondage and sometimes she was even blindfolded. Her aunt would apply the pain but would stimulate her at the same time. She always had at least one earth shattering orgasm during each session and actually started looking forward to her sessions.

Jane also started to introduce a little bit of humiliation. At first, it was mild. One day, she was sent down to the road naked to fetch the mail. That had been embarrassing but it was also exhilarating. Over time, Jane increased the level of humiliation as she thought Faith could deal with it until, one day, Faith thought she would die of embarrassment.

"She's lovely," Faith heard the voice declare. She cringed as she recognized the voice. She was kneeling naked in the living room with her hands bound behind her back and was wearing a blindfold. The new voice was that of her Aunt Ann, her mother's other sister.

"Yes," replied Jane. "She's my pride and joy." Faith remained silent but felt her face turn crimson with shame at being so exposed to yet another family member.

"Does Jill know about this?" asked Ann.

"Oh my lord, no," Jane said. "How could I tell her that the twins captured her daughter and then I took over ownership?"

"I don't know. She might not mind," Ann said. "Remember that she was always the kinkiest of us."

"Maybe," responded Jane. "But I wouldn't even know how to raise the subject with her."

Faith listened to her two aunts. Her mom was kinky? That was something she had never heard before. And she had never seen any sign of it in her mother.

"I'll tell her," Ann offered. "I think she'll think it's a hoot." Faith cringed at the thought of her mother finding out about how she was spending her summer. "Stand up, dear."

Faith assumed that the command was intended for her and started to rise. She had gotten better at maneuvering with bound hands but the blindfold made it especially difficult. She didn't struggle for long, though, because two sets of hands grasped her upper arms and she was lifted to her feet. Then the blindfold was removed and she found herself looking at her Aunt Ann who was staring back at her. Her face erupted in a new explosion of red.

"Simply gorgeous," Ann said as she looked the girl up and down. "May I?" she asked as she looked at Jane.

"Be my guest," replied Jane.

Ann reached up and tucked Faith's hair over her shoulders, letting the long auburn locks cascade down her back. The hair had been providing some modesty to the girl as it covered her breasts but now she was totally exposed.

Ann traced her face with her fingers as if she were inspecting the girl. In fact, that was exactly what Ann was doing. She looked at every inch and found it flawless. Not a blemish or scar to be found anywhere and the features of the girl's face were perfectly sculpted. She was beautiful with that fresh, innocent look but had a face that made people want to have her sexually.

Ann moved her fingers lower and trailed them along the slender, swan-like neck. "No collar?" Ann asked Jane.

"Only sometimes," replied Jane. "I don't use it often. I prefer her totally naked."

The fingers glided across the smooth, silky shoulders and down Faith's arms before moving inward to stroke the breasts. The blush spread from Faith's cheeks to her chest as her aunt lifted her breasts with splayed fingers and bounced them. "So delightful," said Ann, "and so perfectly proportioned."

Ann played with the firm globes for quite awhile before sliding a hand down the girl's belly to cup her sex. The middle finger toyed with her petals, finding them wet from arousal before sliding into her. Faith rose up onto her toes to try to escape the intrusion but the finger stayed with her and slid deeper into her sex.

"She's very wet," observed Ann. "You have trained her well."

"She has been a delight to train," replied Jane. "Despite her reluctance, she has responded well. And she's always aroused, it seems."

"I'll have to bring my boy over some time and let them couple."

"She's not ready for that," said Jane. "She's still a virgin."

"Oh my," responded a surprised Ann. "Isn't that a rarity? A virginal slavegirl. That's probably one of a kind."

"Like I said," replied Jane, "she's my pride and joy."

"When do you plan to take it?" asked Ann.

"I'm not sure," Jane responded. "It hasn't prevented her from fulfilling her duties so I'm in no hurry."

"Yes, I guess that's true," agreed Ann. "In a house full of women, a cherry can remain unplucked."

Ann started stroking her finger in and out of the bound girl, feeling the wetness coating her digit. Then she started to rub her palm against Faith's clit, mashing it before rolling it in circles. She looked into Faith's eyes again. "Do you like what I'm doing to you, girl?"

Faith cast her eyes down in embarrassment at the question. "It feels nice, Aunt Ann; embarrassing but nice." Ann kept up her movements and, in very little time, had to wrap her arm around Faith's waist to support her as an intense orgasm rocked her body and caused her to wobble unsteadily.

"Very responsive," remarked Ann. "I like that in a girl."