Have Faith

Chapter 24

Life was almost surreal for Faith during her week at home. She continued to be treated as a slave to her parents and they seemed to love the discomfort she felt at the new relationship. She was a sexual plaything, a decorative ornament, and a maid.

After the initial sexual encounter on the first day, the family had dinner together. Sitting naked in front of her parents during the mean was embarrassing enough. But when her mother placed a plastic cloth on her chair so she would not stain it, she was thoroughly humiliated. It turned out to be a wise move, though. When Faith arose from the table, there was a sizable puddle on the cloth consisting of her father's sperm and copious amounts of her own secretions.

Her wrists were bound behind her again after dinner and the family watched a rented movie together in the family room. Faith found herself back in her father's lap and missed most of the movie due to the distractions of his roaming fingers.

The three of them retired to her parents' bed for the night. It finally dawned on her why they had such an oversized bed. They were accustomed to having an extra person to play with. She wondered how she had never noticed the games that they played. She found her face buried between Jill's thighs and used her lips and tongue to bring her to a satisfying orgasm. Then she used those same lips and tongue on her father until he decided that he wanted to fuck her again. This time, he did it vaginally and, once again, she was filled with his seed.

Her attire for the week was usually nothing at all other than whatever bound her. She almost always had her wrists tied or cuffed behind her back when she was not doing chores. And when she was not needed sexually or for chores, she was frequently bound to a wall or ceiling or post.

Her friends called frequently and wanted to get together with her before everyone went back to school. She pleaded with her mother but Jill was adamant. They could come to the house if she did not mind seeing her like this. But slavegirls do not travel alone and unprotected. Faith decided that she would not see them.

When Jill went shopping or ran errands, she generally bound Faith in some way that would limit her movement but keep her mindful of her new status, as if she wasn't already fully aware of her new lot in life. On this day, she was standing on her tiptoes, her body stretched upward by a rope that was secured to a hook in the ceiling and attached to the leather cuffs that circled her wrists. She had been like this for over an hour when disaster struck.

She heard a knock at the back door. "Hello. Anybody home?" she heard the female voice call out.

Then she heard a squeak as the door was opened. "Hello. Anybody home?"

"Can you come back later?" Faith called back. "I'm a little busy at the moment."

She heard footsteps coming closer. "I just wanted to…. Ohmigod!" exclaimed the voice. She heard the sound of metal pans clanging to the floor and turned to see her neighbor standing there with her hand to her mouth. "Oh my gawwwwwwwd!"

Faith scrambled to find something to say but found herself speechless. Besides, what could she say? I'm a bit tied up? Or, I'm just hanging around waiting for my mother to get home? Or, I'm part of the decorating scheme now? Nothing seemed appropriate. The damage had already been done.

Jessica Philpott continued to stand at the doorway with her mouth agape and the remaining pan dangling precariously from one of her fingers. "Dear gaaaawwwd! What's happening? Are you all right? Were you raped?"

"I'm okay, Mrs. Philpott," replied Faith. She wasn't sure what to say but she knew that she couldn't let her neighbor call the police.

Finally, Jess Philpott was able to move. "Let me get you down from there. And get you covered up. You poor girl."

"Thank you, Mrs. Philpott," said Faith. She felt her face blush as her neighbor unfastened the rope and then started to remove the bindings on her wrists. She still couldn't figure out what to say but, thankfully, she was spared that.

"Oh, hi, Jess," said Jill as she strode into the room. "I see you've met our little slavegirl."

Jess blinked and then looked at Jill, dumbfounded. "Slave girl? Faith?"

Faith was massaging her sore, stretched muscles as she listened. She wanted to go put some clothes on but didn't want to miss out on the explanation. Besides, she knew that being in clothes would be short lived.

"Sure. She's our slave all week," said Jill. "You know how you like to be tied up during sex? Well, we like tying her up." "Oh god," thought Faith. "She's one of my parents' playmates." She wondered if Mr. Philpott was also involved.

It was Jessica's turn to blush. "Er… um…" Then she tilted her head toward Faith. "Um… does she know…"

Jill laughed. "Well, she didn't know before now. She knows that we share our bed with others. But she didn't know with whom before now. Have a seat. I'll tell you all about our little slave." Both women sat on the couch, leaving the naked girl in the center of the room wondering what she should be doing.

"Well, it all started early this summer," Jill started. "It seems that our lovely daughter must have the same slavegirl fantasies as you. She was captured and spent the entire summer as a slave. Since the summer isn't quite over, we kept her as a slave once she was returned to us."

"Wow!" was all that Jessica could manage to say.

"She's been delightful to have around and to play with. You can play with her too if you like. Better yet, why don't the two of your plan to spend the night. It's Faith's birthday and you and Tom can help us celebrate."

"We can't," sighed Jessica. "Tom's out of town." She kept glancing at Faith, unable to believe that her neighbor was keeping her beautiful daughter as a slave.

"That's okay," responded Jill. "Come alone. We'd love to have you."

"Thank you. I'd love to," said Jess. "I brought your pans back. That's how I found Faith."

"Faith," said Jill. "Be a good girl and put the pans away."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Faith as she walked to the doorway to clean up the mess.

Jill turned back to her friend. "Maybe we'll have two slavegirls tonight." She reached out and cupped Jessica's chin, turning her to look into her eyes. "Would you like that?"

Jessica cast her eyes downward and blushed again. "Yes, Mistress," was all she said.

Faith did not understand Mrs. Philpott. At twenty eight, she was a very pretty woman but it was almost as if she was trying to hide it. She and her husband had moved in five years earlier and Faith had never seen her dress up. Even today, she wore no make up, wore baggy jeans and had on a t-shirt that was about five sizes too big and hid her body very effectively.

But Faith knew she had a nice figure; a stunning figure, in fact. She had been to the Philpott's pool and seen her in a bathing suit, although it had been a modest, one-piece suit. But even then, she could tell that her neighbor's body was as close to being perfect as possible. And despite the lack of makeup, Faith saw a very beautiful face. Even her hair style, though, tried to disguise her beauty as long brown bangs shielded part of her face and her long hair covered other parts of it.

So it came as no surprise to Faith when Mrs. Philpott showed up at the house that evening wearing a raincoat despite the fact that it was not raining and it was too warm to need a coat. What did surprise her, though, was what she saw once the raincoat was removed. The mousy housewife was transformed into a beautiful slavegirl.

Jess was wearing gauzy, sheer pantaloons that were almost transparent, offering easy viewing of her body from the waist down despite the clothing covering it. On top, she wore a white vest that was embroidered with gold thread in an intricate pattern. The vest was short, leaving her midriff exposed, and was too small to close, allowing ample viewing of the cleavage between what seemed like impossibly large breasts.

"There's my little harem girl," smiled Jill as Faith led Jess into the living room. "I see you took me seriously earlier." Jessica blushed at the comment. "Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you were being serious. I can go change."

"No, don't even think about it," said Jill as she arose and crossed the room to Jessica. "You look adorable." Again, Jess blushed.

"Thank you, Mistress."

Jill reached up and grasped the two sides of the vest, pulling it open and smiling. "Faith, love, come look at these beauties." Faith moved closer and found herself once again staring at a pair of female breasts. She had to admit that they were beautiful. They were large but not as large as Faith had imagined. It was just that they were out of proportion with Jessica's tiny frame.

"Yes, Mistress. They are very beautiful," agreed Faith.

"I think yours are nicer, actually, Faith," said Jessica.

"Thank you, Mrs. Philpott," responded Faith. "But I'm not so sure about that. Yours are very nice."

"Yes," agreed Jill. "Too nice to be covered up, in fact. But I'm sure you'll be stripped down as soon as the master arrives home. I'll let you keep your top on until then." The next hour was spent relatively normally. The two ‘slavegirls' knelt and Jill sat in a chair, forming a little circle for the conversation. That part was not normal but the conversation was. They chatted about various neighbors and upcoming vacations. They asked Faith what classes she was taking in the fall and she told them what courses she had signed up for.

The conversation finally strayed away from normal topics when Jill and Jessica started talking about their experiences with other couples. Faith recognized some of the names, two of which lived on her street. The others were not familiar to her. She figured that her parents and the Philpotts must belong to some kind of sex club to be able to meet so many couples who were similarly inclined.

Then the conversation became embarrassing for Faith when Jill told Jessica more about Faith's summer adventures. She told Jess more details about how Faith had been hired as a governess but how her two younger cousins had captured her to use as a ponygirl and how her aunt had enslaved her and shared her with her two sisters. "She's simply delicious as a little slave."

"Yes," agreed Jessica. "She looks so desirable."

"You can taste her later," offered Jill. "I think you'll like."

Jack arrived home and was pleasantly surprised to learn that he would have two toys for the evening. He kissed his wife and then kissed Jessica, giving her butt a squeeze. "I can't wait to fill your pot, Mrs. Philpott." He ended by kissing Faith. He held her in an embrace for a long time, cupping her bottom cheeks in his hands and pulling her tightly against him. "And I plan to fill your pot too, girl."

Faith's head was spinning as the embrace was broken. It left her breathless. And despite how wrong she thought it was, it left her sex throbbing.

"Let's start with the birthday celebration," offered Jill. "I have been looking forward to this all day."

"Oooo!!!" squealed Jessica, bouncing up and down. "I love birthdays!"

"Well, here's how this will work," Jill explained. "Since Faith is nineteen, she will get nineteen swats from each of us… to each cheek… to each breast… and to her pussy."

"Mom!!!" complained Faith. "That's not fair!"

"And now it will be nineteen to her belly."

"Mom!"

"And now to the backs of her thighs!" Jill glared at Faith. "Do you want to add more?"

Faith just shook her head and lowered her eyes, defeated. For the next thirty minutes, she suffered the latest indignation as Jill, Jack and Jessica delivered her ‘birthday spanks.' Actually, they were not all spanks. Jill laid out a variety of instruments that each could choose from.

Jill and Jack chose their open palms as Faith laid across their laps. Being spanked like a little girl was humiliating enough for her but Jill also toyed with her sex as she swatted the sexy bottom. This resulted in Faith becoming embarrassingly moist and leaving a wet spot on Jack's pants when it was his turn. Jessica chose a paddle which was, thankfully, much smaller than the ones that the twins had used on her earlier in the summer.

Jack chose the flogger for the breasts, which were next. Faith was asked if she wanted to be bound. She declined but was warned that, if she used her hands to protect herself, they would be cuffed behind her back. She laced her fingers behind her back and then watched in horror as her father brought the flogger down nineteen times on each sensitive breast. Jill was next and chose the riding crop. The breasts were bright red by the time she was finished. Jessica, once again, chose the paddle and instructed Faith to lace her fingers behind her head. Then she abused the beautiful breasts by swinging upward and paddling the tender lower swells, sending each breast flying upward with each stroke.

By the time they were finished with her belly and thighs, Faith's skin was burning. Finally, it was time for her sex. Jack used the flogger, swinging it upward to make a wet slapping sound with each contact as Faith stood with her legs apart. Jessica was next and had Faith lie down on the coffee table. Then she used a short, little whip to slice downward, leaving the labia burning after each stroke. The final blow was placed right on her clit, eliciting a shriek from the tortured girl.

Jill was to deliver the last ‘spanks.' She sat in the middle of the couch and had Faith lie face up in her lap. She used her open palm again after parting Faith's legs widely to leave her sex exposed and vulnerable. She would spank and then would slowly caress the injured pussy for awhile. Despite the pain and the humiliation, Faith found herself becoming very aroused. Jill continued this routing, causing Faith to move closer and closer to an orgasm until, after the final blow, Faith was consumed in climax.

They ate their birthday dinner and then had Jessica perform a couple of improvised belly dances in her harem girl outfit. The final dance was a strip tease which left Jessica totally unveiled. For the first time, Faith got a complete view of her gorgeous neighbor and again she wondered why she took such pains to hide her body. It was remarkable.

The rest of the evening was spent in the huge bed and Jack was in seventh heaven. He had enjoyed two girls at a time but never three. Each of the females received a ration of sperm before he could no longer get erect. Then, the three females pleasured one another before they all collapsed together from exhaustion.