Have Faith

Chapter 13

Faith was having second thoughts and was once again regretting her promise to remain a slavegirl for the rest of the summer in exchange for the promise of being released at the end of it. She could tell that she was changing and she was not at all sure that was a good thing.

Activities or events that would have shocked her before were starting to seem more normal now. Things that she would have found repulsive were becoming part of everyday life. What was worse was that there seemed to be a never-ending stream of new experiences that were being thrust upon her. She worried that she would never be able to return to being just a girl.

Being treated like a pony or being bound or having her nipple clamps were examples of normal existence now that would have been unthinkable before the summer started. Being kept naked was another example. While she loved the all-over tan that she was developing, it would have been considered wanton and obscene by her just a month earlier.

Now, another aunt had been introduced to her predicament. Aunt Ann had become a regular visitor since that first day when she had discovered that her niece was a beautiful, naked slavegirl and took great joy in playing with the girl. Faith wondered how she would ever be able to face others at future family reunions. Who would know about her? Would they all be snickering behind her back?

"I have a surprise for you, little one," said Ann as she rubbed down Faith. Faith had just pulled her aunt around the property for the previous hour. "At least I'm getting plenty of exercise," thought Faith. After the run, Ann had hosed her down and dried her and now was working her muscles to loosen them. Faith was lying on her belly on a table in the barn as Ann's fingers kneaded her tight muscles and worked the oil into her skin. The massage had become part of Ann's ritual after taking the girl for a ride. After the muscles were lovingly massaged, Faith would be told to roll over and the process would be repeated on her front. The ritual always ended up with Ann oiling and teasing the full breasts as she played with Faith's sex, coaxing a series of orgasms out of her.

"What surprise, Aunt Ann?"

"You'll just have to wait until the weekend, little one," grinned Ann. "It will be exciting." Faith was not so sure. True to the ritual, however, Faith body tensed as she uttered low guttural sounds as her aunt brought her to orgasm over and over again.

The rest of the week was pretty normal, if the life of a slavegirl can be considered normal. There was sex, pony training, sex, pampering, sex, serving, sex and more sex. Finally, the weekend arrived.

Faith was once again blindfolded. She was naked but for that and the armbinder that encased her arms behind her back, stretching her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward obscenely. A ring gag was lodged behind her teeth, keeping her mouth open uncomfortably wide and effectively eliminating any form of speech from her. Finally, her ears had been plugged with a thick foam that eliminated all but the loudest of sounds. She stood mute, deaf, and blind in the center of the room.

She heard what sounded like a door closing and she could feel people moving around the room as their feet touched the floor. She held her breath for a moment to try to hear to get some idea of how many people were in the room but the foam frustrated her efforts.

A hand lifted her left breast and bounced it several times. Another hand did the same with her right breast. She could tell by the positioning of the thumbs, which were strumming her nipples, that the hands belonged to two different people. She felt the unwanted but delicious thrills rushing through her body as her breasts were toyed with.

A pair of lips kissed her belly. That meant that there were at least three people in the room. Then another pair of lips kissed her bottom cheeks, letting her know that four people were witnessing her sexual torment. The lips on her belly trailed lower and kissed her Venus mound, sending a shiver through her.

She moaned through the gag as the lips and hands continued to toy with her body and arouse her. Her moans came out as gurgling sounds due to the ring gag holding her mouth open and the saliva that formed in her mouth. A tongue flickered her clit once, sending a thrill through her that formed goose flesh all over her body as two hands pried her bottom cheeks apart to let a tongue flick once over her little pucker.

Over and over again, the two tongues would flick and then stop for a long pause. It was pure torment to her. The tongues kept her heated but did not touch her long enough or frequently enough to push her over the edge. She groaned through the gag, trying to plead for mercy.

The blindfold was removed. Faith blinked and, as her eyes adjusted, she saw her two aunts holding her breasts and playing with them. She glanced down and saw one of the twins at her sex and assumed the other was behind her toying with her bottom. As she raised her eyes back up, she noticed that there was a sixth person in the room, seated nearby and watching.

"Oh, gawwww!!!" Faith uttered through the gag. Seated only feet away and watching her depravity was her mother! Faith wished the earth would open up and swallow her at that moment. She wished she would just die.

The removal of the blindfold did not stop the activities. The tongues continued their occasional flicks. The hands squeezed and bounced breasts as fingers tweaked and stretched nipples. Faith closed her eyes to shut out the humiliation, hoping that when she reopened them, her mother would be gone. She finally mustered the courage to look again and felt as if her whole body was burning with shame as she realized that her mother really was here.

The torment lasted a little longer but the two tongues eventually stopped pausing. The steady flickering of her clit and the stabbing of her little rosebud had their desired effects and quickly pushed Faith over the edge. Her two aunts held onto her bound arms as Faith's body tensed and convulsed and they eventually laid her down on her side to let her recuperate. Faith just lay there, drool dripping out of the side of her gagged mouth as her pulse and breathing returned to normal. She kept her eyes closed this time, not wanting to see what she knew must be a disapproving look on her mother's face.

"This is the best one you've ever owned," a voice said and Faith recognized it as her mother's.

"I'm glad you like her," replied her Aunt Jane. "She's by far the best yet."

"Do you plan to keep her?" asked her mom.

"We'll have to see," Jane responded. "I made her a promise earlier in the summer. And I always honor my promises."

"Oh, tell me about the arrangement," her mom said. "I'm very interested in learning more about your new slave." Faith cringed as she heard the conversation. She couldn't believe that her mother hadn't insisted on having her released. Instead, she seemed to enjoy her plight.

Jane told Jill the entire history about how the twins had captured her and kept her for a week and a half. She described how she had assumed ownership of Faith once she got home and discovered what had happened. And she explained the agreement and the two promises that were made.

"Oh," said Jill after her sister finished. "It sounds like she sold herself into slavery."

Jane chuckled. "Well, she was already a slave when I found her. But yes, in a sense she did barter her body for her eventual freedom."

"How lovely," smiled Jill.

Faith's eyes flew open wide. She was aghast that her own mother would find the arrangement lovely. Her own daughter lay on the floor with her shoulders stretched back painfully and with a gag in her mouth and her mom thought that was lovely?

"Awng!" was what came out although Faith had tried to say ‘Mom.' She looked pleadingly at her mother who smiled back at her. Then she saw her mom turn to Aunt Jane.

"Do you share her?"

"Haven't we always shared everything?" was Jane's response.

"Yes, of course we have," said Jill. "But this one is so special that I thought you might want to keep her for yourself."

"What's mine is yours," said Jane, "just like always. Would you like to try her?"

Jill smiled. "Yes, that would be very nice. If we take her gag out, will she bite?"

"She hasn't bitten me yet. But we might hear a lot of whining. We'll get her to her feet and then leave you alone with her for a bit." Jane and Ann helped Faith to stand and then they and the twins left the room.

"This is an interesting situation that you've gotten yourself into, love," Jill said as she moved to stand in front of her daughter. "But I have to admit that you make a strikingly beautiful slavegirl."

"Aangh," pleaded Faith as her mother's eyes swept up and down her naked form. She slowly circled her daughter and then stopped in front of her.

"Okay," Jill said as she reached up. "I'm going to take the gag out. No whining."

She slipped her fingers into Faith's mouth and gripped the ring gag. It took a little bit of maneuvering to dislodge it but she managed to remove it and tossed it aside.

"Mom!" hissed Faith. "I can't believe this! I'm your daughter! Why haven't you released me already?"

"You aren't mine to release," Jill explained. "You belong to my sister."

"Mom! You can't be serious!"

"That you belong to my sister? That was my understanding. Do you have a different version of the story?"

"I had no choice. I was already captured when I made that promise. It was the only way I could see to make sure I eventually got free."

Jill nodded as she listened and circled Faith again. "It makes sense. It seems like it was a good deal that you struck." She reached out and patted her daughter's firm bottom.

"Mom!" hissed Faith indignantly as she felt the pat. "There's no such thing as slaves nowadays."

"But that's where you're wrong, child," Jill replied a her hand moved up to Faith's narrow waist. "You're living proof."

"Mom, you shouldn't be touching me like that. You shouldn't even see me like this. It's so wrong."

"Pish," responded Jane and then chuckled. "See you like what? Naked? Remember I've seen you naked plenty of times. I'm the one who used to change your diapers."

"That was long ago. You shouldn't see me naked now."

"Why?" asked Jill as she slid her hand up and cupped one of Faith's breasts, lifting it. "Because of these?"

Faith jumped at the touch and backed away. "Yes! Because of those! And because I'm all grown up now."

Jill chuckled again and stepped forward, claiming the breast again, gripping it more securely. "Pish again. You prance around in your bra and panties all the time at home. And you're nearly naked at the beach and pool. Plus, you don't have anything that I don't have. Just chill out. It will make your summer more enjoyable."

Faith did not back away this time. She realized the futility of trying to evade the hands. It was clear that she was not going to be released. And it was clear that her mother seemed to be enjoying her predicament.