Have Faith

Chapter 15

After Jill finished exploring the new slavegirl, she led Faith out to the pool area. There, Faith found another surprise. Cinny and Linny were naked and kneeling at Ann's and Jane's feet with their wrists bound behind their backs.

"Since we have three dominants for the week," explained Jane, "I captured a couple of extra slavegirls."

Cinny grinned up at Faith. "Isn't it so exciting?"

Linny grinned at her too. "We're going to be slave sisters."

This was an unexpected turn of events. She never would have thought that Aunt Jane would do something like this to her own daughters. But then again, she thought, her own mother had just treated her like a slave. Anything seemed possible these days.

It was also a surprise that her mother and Aunt Ann were going to be staying for a whole week. She had assumed that her mother would return home that evening or Sunday at the latest. Now, she would have to endure the humiliation of serving her mother over an extended period.

The three dominants shared the three girls and rotated ownership. Each night, Faith found herself in a different bed, making love to a different dominant. Having sex with her own mother had been difficult at first but, eventually, she grew numb to the immorality and decadence that surrounded her and accepted the incest as just another part of her new life.

The twins were in seventh heaven with their new roles. It was an exciting game to them and they were having a ball. It was a thrilling adventure. They weren't real wild about the punishments, and they were punished frequently, but even some of the discipline was fun.

It was their energy and enthusiasm that caused most of their punishments. One time, Linny got so excited as she was having sex with Ann that her teeth nipped Ann's clit. This earned her a punishment. She was hung upside down by her ankles with her legs spread wide. Ann placed clothespins all over her labia and clit and then used a small whip to punish the girl's sex, flicking each clothespin off one at a time. This was repeated five times and Linny walked bow-legged for most of the rest of the day.

Cinny made the mistake of talking too much. She couldn't help it. She just turned into a chatterbox whenever she got excited. It was her mother, Jane, who administered the punishment for this offense. Cinny was strapped into a chair with wires attached to various sensitive parts of her body. She was told that she would not get shocked as long as she was talking but that, as soon as she paused, she would feel the current biting into her flesh. Then she was left alone in the small room for several hours. Every time she paused, even if it was for a short breath or to swallow or draw in air, a nipple or clit or belly or earlobe would erupt in pain. By the time she was released, she was a bedraggled mess. She did not speak another word for over twenty four hours.

Faith escaped with relatively few punishments. Perhaps her short time in slavery had taught her the value of obedience. She was also more mature than her impetuous cousins. Whatever the reason, she was thankful for it.

She did not escape pain and discomfort entirely, though. On the days she belonged to Ann, she learned that her mother had been right about Ann being sadistic. Her aunt seemed to take great delight in seeing Faith endure pain to various parts of her body. Faith tried to figure out which of them had been the worst but gave up after realizing that they were all pretty horrible.

Some of them were horrifying as well. One day, Faith had been bound between two poles and stretched spread eagle so that every part of her body was exposed and vulnerable. Then Ann had produced a jar full of long slender needles. Her aunt commanded her to watch as needle after needle was sunk into her sensitive breasts. It was terrifying to see the sharp tip approach her tender mound and then dent the soft flesh until it yielded. The pain was not horrible but it still hurt and she could feel every inch of each needle's progress through her breasts.

After every few needles, Ann would masturbate Faith. She would bring her close to climax but then stop before Faith was able to achieve release. Then she would return to her bottle of needles and stab a few more into her niece.

"You squirm and moan so deliciously, little one," commented Ann at one point. This was an occasion for another kiss and each kiss was long and passionate, leaving Faith breathless.

Once she completed her task on each breast, she moved on. The final needle for each breast was a shorter one that was pushed directly in through the center of her nipple. Faith screamed at each of these since the pain was so much more intense.

"You have the most beautiful breasts, dear," Ann said before she moved on. "They just beg for abuse."

More needles were inserted into Faith's labia. All the while, Ann continued to stroke the exposed clitoris, stopping right before Faith could climax. Faith whimpered incessantly as she was tortured. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked down and saw the pin cushions that were her breasts. She knew her sex must look just as bad based on the number of needle pricks she had felt and she worried that her body was being permanently marred.

Ann finished with the labia and started rubbing the sensitive clit again. She was amazed at how wet Faith had become and realized that, even though Faith complained, she was aroused by the torture she was undergoing. Ann kept strumming the engorged clit and, this time, pushed the girl over the edge. As soon as the orgasm started, Ann produced one more needle and efficiently inserted it through Faith's' clit, eliciting a shriek as intense pain and intense pleasure mixed inside the girl's body.

Faith tensed and shrieked again as her orgasm went on forever, feeling the sharp pain in her clit piercing to her very soul. As the orgasms kept intensifying, Faith finally passed out and hung limply in her bindings. Ann removed all of the needles and swabbed the affected areas with antiseptic and then left the girl as she was to recover and sleep.

"Got the needle treatment today?" asked Jill as she cuddled with her daughter at the end of the day.

"Yeah, it was horrible!" replied Faith as she instinctively raised her hand to check out her breast for damage.

"I know," said Jill. "I hate it."

Faith blinked. "She's done that to you?"

"Oh, yes," responded Jill. "Many times. I told you that we rotate and that she's such a little sadist."

"Wow," was all that Faith could think to say.

"I hate it," continued Jill. "But it has given me the most powerful climaxes of my life."

"Yeah," agreed Faith. "Me too. What's up with that?"

"Dunno," said Jill as she cupped and held her daughter's breast. "Maybe there's a masochist inside each of us."