Have Faith

Chapter 16

The days progressed and Faith experienced a new mistress each day. Her mother owned her for the next day. True to form, Faith was embarrassed throughout most of the day. It started in the morning when she was commanded to make love to Jill. She thought she would die of humiliation as her tongue fluttered between her own mother's slick petals. This was not right.

After she completed that task, Jill had her kneel on an ottoman as she sat in a chair facing it. She then instructed her daughter to masturbate. Faith's blush extended down to her chest at the humiliation of the task and then deepened as her mother corrected her and instructed her on technique. It was not right to be doing this in front of someone; especially one's own mother.

Other humiliations included working naked in the garden under Jill's watchful eye and supervision and answering the door topless. At least she had been allowed to wear swimsuit bottoms and she realized that these were the first clothes she had worn in weeks.

The final humiliation was being the serving tray. Dinner was finished and Jill announced that she would serve dessert in a few minutes. She took Faith into the kitchen where she strapped her to a serving cart. Then, she proceeded to layer her body with bits of fruit and whipped cream. She was wheeled back into the dining room and five hungry mouths feasted on the fruit and her body while she blushed furiously throughout. That night, she slept with her Aunt Jane since Jane was to be her mistress the next day.

The day with Aunt Jane turned out to be an easy one. She was simply required to be in attendance and to meet her mistress's needs. When Mistress was thirsty, slave fetched a drink. When Mistress was horny, slave sank to her knees and serviced her. When Mistress wanted to lie by the pool, slave applied the lotion. At least Faith got to lie by the pool also and was even able to take a nap while she bronzed her body.

Throughout the week, Faith occasionally caught glimpses of Cinny and Linny. They were still having the times of their lives, which Faith found truly remarkable. It seemed that they just viewed this as a fun adventure. Even the sadistic Aunt Ann did not affect their enthusiasm for ‘the game.' One evening, as the three girls worked together to prepare dinner, Cinny was almost bubbly about her day with Aunt Ann. She said she could not tell what happened but Faith knew it had to be painful. And yet, Cinny was elated about it.

Ann was Faith's next mistress. As they did each night, each slave slept with the next day's mistress. Faith found herself tied spread eagle to Ann's bed with clamps on her nipples and clit hood as Ann slept, using one of Faith's arms as a pillow. Sleep did not come easily because of the dull pain in Faith's breasts and between her legs, but eventually she did drift off.

The next day was predictably painful for Faith. More to the point, it was predictably painful to her breasts. Throughout the day, Ann devised new ways of torturing her tender orbs. At one point, they were whipped by a flogger that pinkened them and sensitized them. At another point, they were flattened between two boards that were clamped together and periodically tightened. Later, the boards were removed and Ann dripped hot wax on them. Faith was vocal throughout. She knew better than to complain but she did her share of moaning, groaning and shrieking throughout the day.

The worst part of the day was when she was hung by her breasts. Ann had tied a rope around the base of each firm mound and tightened them, causing the breasts to balloon out obscenely. Then the rope was raised by a hook that hung from the ceiling until Faith was on her tiptoes. It did not take long at all for Faith's calves to start aching. But if she relaxed them, then all of her weight was supported by her breasts, which was excruciatingly painful. She was caught in a dilemma. Either her calves would scream out in pain or her breasts would. She spent her time alternating between the two, hoping that she did not do any permanent damage to her breasts. Thankfully, this torture did not last long. After fifteen minutes, Ann released her and massaged her breasts to make sure that the circulation was restored. And, thankfully, there were no needles used throughout the day.

At the end of the day, what Faith knew would happen, but had been hoping wouldn't, happened. She was bound face up and spread tightly between four posts and about three feet off the ground. A platform supported her body and extended from her lower back to her head. Her arms and legs extended outward toward the posts, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.

The three mistresses were there, along with the two other slavegirls. Linny and Cinny were assigned the task of preparing Faith and had just finished the binding. Now, they were oiling the girl, spreading the liquid over her body until it was shining. Faith closed her eyes as the fingers roamed over her body and toyed with her, feeling her body responding against her will.

When the body was coated and glistening, Cinny and Linny stopped and stepped away from the girl. Faith opened her eyes and that's when she knew that it would happen. Her beautiful Aunt Ann was standing with her sisters. She was naked other than for the harness that circled her hips and waist. And protruding from the harness was a dildo. Faith gasped as she realized that her virginity was about to be stolen from her. Jane and Jill moved forward and stood on either side of her. Jill leaned down and kissed her daughter as a hand claimed one of the oiled breasts. "We love you," she said.

Jane claimed the other breast and then leaned down to kiss Faith also. "We love you," echoed Jane.

Jill toyed with one breast and reached between Faith's legs, cupping her daughter's sex before gently rubbing the exposed clit. Faith was already quite wet, leaving Faith wondering again why her body betrayed her so. Ann stepped forward and ran her palms up the slick legs. She moved a little closer and positioned the tip of the dildo between Faith's petals.

The dildo moved in and out in short strokes as the other two women kept toying with the breasts and clit. Linny and Cinny had moved close again and took turns kissing the bound girl. Faith kept feeling the dildo touching her hymen lightly but then withdrawing as soon as it met resistance. She was moaning now as her mother's fingers continued to toy with her sex. The combination of having the shaft moving inside of her and the fingers teasing her clit moved her toward an orgasm quickly. She let out a low groan and trembled as the orgasm swept through her and then cried out in pain as the dildo speared deep into her body, easily slicing through the thin membrane that had been protecting her virginity. More orgasms followed and the pain quickly subsided as lips and fingers prolonged and intensified the climax. Eventually, the trembling subsided but the shaft kept pistoning in and out of her damp tunnel long after the orgasms shrank away. The dildo moving inside of her was a new sensation for her but one that she found pleasurable. She could not explain why her body so much enjoyed the abuses to which it was submitted.

"How many is that, Annie?" asked Jane as Ann slowly withdrew the dildo, leaving Faith's sex gaping and pulsing.

"Seventeen, I think," replied Ann. "How many virgins have you taken?"

"No girls," Jane replied. "And maybe a dozen boys. I would have to count them."

"How about you, Jill?" asked Ann.

"Twenty one girls and eleven boys," responded Jill, eliciting a gasp from her daughter as she heard the revelation. "But that was long ago. And you are in that number, Annie."

Annie laughed. "Yep, I remember that night. It was pretty exciting. I remember when you took my other virginity too." Ann turned slightly and wiggled her bottom at Jill.

Jill laughed with her and swatted Ann's bottom. "I might have to take that one again soon."

"Oh, but it's not virgin any more," said Ann with a pout. "You can only pop a cherry once."

Jill swatted Ann's other bottom cheek. "It doesn't matter. I still love fucking your ass."

Faith's eyes flew wide open at that exchange. This was her mother? This was a whole new side of her mom that she had never seen before.

Faith was left in her stretched position for awhile as the others disappeared back into the house, presumably for more sex. This left the recently deflowered girl with nothing to do but look up into the sky and reflect upon her situation.

She was highly conflicted. Part of her was repulsed. She could not believe that she was enslaved, even if it was just a temporary situation. She could not believe that her mother and aunts used her as a sex toy, even if she did realize that it was all just a game to them. She could not believe that she had been deflowered by her own aunt as her mother, another aunt and two cousins watched. And she could not believe how her body kept betraying her by enjoying what was being done to it. It was all so disgusting when she took time to think about it.

The other part of her was not repulsed at all. In fact, that part was thrilled. While the bad news was that her body betrayed her, the good news was that her body betrayed her. Each new indignity shocked and embarrassed her but it also aroused her beyond belief. The orgasms were a wonderful added bonus and were more intense than she could have imagined possible. But the most amazing thing to her was how aroused she was even when not having sex. It seemed that each humiliation made her feel even more alive.

Was she meant to be a slavegirl? She couldn't imagine that was true. But she also couldn't explain her emotions and thoughts. Even now, after having been forcibly deflowered, she had a feeling of excitement and contentment. It was as if her morals were being stripped away from her and she was a willing accomplice in the stripping.

She had been watching the clouds roll by as she contemplated and then shook her head to clear it. She realized that she had seen something sexual in each of them. One looked like a dildo to her. Another was shaped like a cock and two balls. Yet another was a pair of breasts. One looked like a nipple. And the one that made her shake her head was a cunt, complete with distended clitoris. "Oh I'm becoming so depraved," she lamented as she lay supported and stretched between the poles.