Lapse in Judgment

Chapter 11 Display

It was only eight o'clock in the morning and Laura was already fretting and fuming. Steve had just left for work and the beautiful housewife was sitting at the kitchen table staring into her cup of coffee. "Please leave me alone," she spoke to her cup as she thought about the family who had enslaved her and her husband.

For the past two days, she had been summoned to their home. She had been wrenched from the warmth and safety of her own home to perform lewd and depraved acts that were totally outside of her character. Hopefully, they would leave her alone.

At nine o'clock, she made another pot of coffee. Still, she sat at the kitchen table. She pulled her robe more tightly around her toned body and then sat and waited for the call that she was sure would come.

By noon, she wondered what was going on. Why had she not been summoned? Did they find her unattractive? Was she not pleasing enough?

By the time Steve got home, Laura was feeling completely rejected and was in tears. "They don't want me any more," she bawled. "They think I'm ugly."

Steve was completely taken aback. He knew that Laura hated the fact that she was a slave. At least he thought that he knew that. Now, she was acting as if she wanted to be a slave and missed it.

The next day was a repeat. Laura spent much of the morning watching the clock and wondering why she was not being summoned to perform sexually. At eleven o'clock, she went upstairs and stood naked before the full length mirror. She turned to the left to inspect herself in profile and then turned to the right to do the same thing. She lifted her breasts and stood close to the mirror, inspecting every inch of the sensitive mounds. She admitted to herself that she had a very desirable body, perhaps even beautiful. This made the lack of a summons even worse in her mind. Her fingers trailed over her silken flesh as she further explored her body. Her sex was wet, she discovered, but that was not completely surprising to her. She had been aroused since that first moment of enslavement. What she also discovered, however, was the stubble that had started to grow on her recently denuded sex.

Laura decided to remedy the stubble problem. She ran a hot bath in which she luxuriated for almost an hour. She allowed her fingers to toy with her sex and to play with her breasts but she did not allow herself to climax, although she would not have been able to explain why she had avoided orgasm. By the end of the bath, her sex was as satiny smooth as the rest of her body. She decided to forego any clothing and remained nude for the rest of the afternoon. She was sitting like this at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee when she heard a tap on the window.

A moment later, the backdoor opened and in rushed Katherine who quickly strode to Laura and kissed her. Laura was too stunned to even realize that she was naked and wrapped her arms invitingly around the younger woman, returning the kiss.

"You weren't kidding!" Laura heard another voice comment.

"Eeeek!" Laura squealed as her hands moved to try to protect her modesty.

Katherine jumped in surprise at the squeal from her slavegirl but quickly peeled the hands away from the precious sights. "Of course I wasn't kidding," replied Katherine. "Now be a good girl," she instructed Laura.

Laura stood trembling as Katherine backed away from her. As Katherine stepped back, another girl came into view.

"Well, you were right that she is lovely," said the girl.

"Isn't she?" agreed Katherine. "This is Laura."

"Wow!" was all that the other girl could manage to utter.

"Ashley wouldn't believe that I owned a slave," explained Katherine to Laura. "So I brought her here to prove it. Hey! Why are you naked here?"

"I don't knoooowwww!" wailed a desperate Laura. "I don't know."

"Well, it's just as well that you are," replied Katherine. "It saves you from having to take your clothes off for me."

"Yes, Mistress," sobbed Laura.

"Wow!" the red-haired girl repeated. "She calls you mistress?"

"Of course she does," nodded Katherine. "That's what I am. I told you that I own her. She was my Christmas present. And she's just so perfect!"

Katherine squeezed Laura's breasts to punctuate the 'perfect' and Laura was tempted to back away from the hands that had claimed her breasts. She knew that this would be unwise, however, and suffered the indignation silently as she cast her eyes downward to avoid further embarrassment.

"Let me show you something," said Katherine to her friend. "Hop up here," she instructed Laura as she patted the table with her hand.

Laura groaned inwardly as she heard the command. With a feeling of dread, she backed up to the table and lifted herself onto it until she was sitting on the edge.

"Scoot back, pet," came the next command. Laura complied and soon her legs were dangling off the side. "A little further." Laura obeyed and then realized that there was no way to protect any of her modesty in this position.

"Look at this," said Katherine to her friend as she pushed Laura's thighs apart. The young mistress reached out and ran a finger up through the already slick petals of Laura's sex and then held up the glistening digit for the redhead to see. "She's always so wet! It's just amazing!" With that, she popped the finger into her mouth and licked off Laura's dew. "Want to try it?"

"I think I'll just watch," replied Ashley.

"Suit yourself," nodded Katherine as she turned back to Laura. "Pet, I want you to masturbate for us. If Ashley wants to watch, we should at least give her a show."

"Mistress?" pleaded Laura.

"Do it, love," commanded the teenage owner.

Laura sighed. "Yes, Mistress." She was not sure if she could blush any redder but she was sure that she was setting new records today. She started to slowly stroke her sex, feeling the ample lubrication that she had already produced. Katherine moved behind her and reached around to cup and lift the breasts. Within moments, Laura was moaning softly and was on the verge of climaxing. Laura could not explain how she could become so aroused so fast. Katherine sensed that Laura was close and commanded her not to climax, which caused Laura to groan and bite her lower lip. For a full twenty minutes, Laura was kept on the edge.

Katherine tilted Laura's head up, forcing her to look at Ashley. The girl occasionally stole a glance at Laura's sex or breasts but mostly just watched her eyes. The girl was blushing but did not look away. She was truly interested in the scene in front of her. Finally, Katherine allowed Laura to climax and she did so explosively, feeling her whole body wracked by the orgasm.

"Wow," was all that Ashley could say as she witnessed the powerful event.

"Come on, pet," Laura heard Katherine say after she came back down to earth. ""We'll drop off Ashley and then go home."

Laura shrugged. "Yes, Mistress. Let me go up and throw something on. I'll be right back."

"No time for that, love. Let's go."

Laura was mortified as she was led out the back door naked. She glanced around, checking to see if any neighbors were watching. Thankfully, she did not see anyone. She only hoped that none of them saw her.

It was a short drive to deliver Ashley to her home but that did not mean that it was an easy journey. Katherine drove and instructed Ashley and Laura to sit in the back. "Feel free to play with her," offered Katherine to her friend. "I'm sure you'll like it as much as I do."

Ashley was tentative but did manage to squeeze both perfect breasts before the car stopped in front of her house. "Can I play with her again some time?" she asked as she stepped out of the vehicle.

"Sure," smiled Katherine. "Give me a call tomorrow and we'll arrange it. But remember that this is our secret."

Minutes later, Laura was led into the Chambeaux home. She had been paraded naked along the front walk and only hoped that the woman who was weeding her garden across the street did not see her. Because of the size of the property, Laura convinced herself that the woman was probably too far away to notice.

"Please, please, please... no, no, no" she heard her husband's voice as she stepped inside.

"I'm looking forward to this," said Katherine as she grasped Laura by the nipple and led her into the living room. Steve was kneeling upon a coffee table and Monique was standing behind him with a jar of something. She dipped her fingers into the jar and then used her other hand to spread his bottom cheeks.

"Stop being such a ninny," she scolded. "I'm told that most men love to have a woman play with their bottoms." Then she started rubbing her oily fingers up and down between his cheeks and Laura saw one finger slip into Steve's bottom.

"Please, please, please... no, no, no," he repeated.

Laura's eyes grew wide as she watched Monique slip a second finger into her husband's ass and then gasped as she saw the woman rotate her hand and spread her fingers. Laura knew how homophobic her husband was and how he always viewed the ass of a man to be inviolate.

Steve groaned loudly as the fingers plunged and explored his most protected territory. He was in agony. He noticed his wife enter the room and he had no idea how he would be able to face her after this humiliation. Laura saw Steve blushing furiously and knew that he must be feeling tremendous shame from the way his naked body was being used and put on view. But Laura also saw that his cock was fully erect and wondered how that could happen to someone who viewed his asshole as a fortress.

Pierre stepped into the room, wearing a silk robe, tied at the waist. "Please, please, please... no, no, no," uttered Steve again as he saw Pierre and saw the way that his robe tented out in front of him.

"I need help, pet," said Monique. Katherine gave Laura a pat on the bottom to propel her forward and Laura found herself standing beside her mistress as her master stood to the other side. Monique untied Pierre's robe and slipped it off his shoulders, leaving him naked with his cock pointing up at an angle. Monique took Laura's hand and placed it on the huge cock, guiding the slave's hand up and down it's length several time before allowing Laura to pull away.

"Assist your master," Monique commanded.

Pierre was standing directly behind Steve and Laura blinked when she realized what she had just been instructed to do. She could not believe that her husband was about to be raped. And she could not believe that her captors expected her to participate in the rape. But she also knew that she would be punished if she disobeyed. And she knew that Steve would also be punished.

As if in a trance, she reached out and gripped the massive cock that was bobbing before her master. Then she guided it until the tip rested against her husband's sphincter.

"Please, please, please... no, no, Yeeeeoooowwwwwww!" he screamed. Laura watched as the massive pole sliced into he husband's bottom. It stopped halfway and she could hear Steve panting as he tried to regain his wits.

"Come over here and watch with us," said Monique.

Laura was still in a trance but she complied and sat on the couch between her two mistresses. She watched as the cock moved in and out of her husband's bottom, reaching a deeper point with each thrust. "God, I'm glad it's him and not me," she thought as she saw the huge thing drive deep again.

Monique and Katherine each claimed one of Laura's breasts. They took turns kissing her. As one kissed her, the other played with her sex. They made sure that she was always able to watch the spectacle on the coffee table.

Laura's head was spinning. She was being driven toward an orgasm by the lips and fingers and the forbidden act of her husband being taken by another man. Laura noticed that, despite her husband's homophobia, his cock was still erect and jerking around with each thrust into his ass.

"He's our toy," whispered Monique into Laura's ear as her finger stabbed into the slavegirl's sex. Laura moaned but it was stifled by Katherine's lips which covered her own.

Katherine and Monique continued to drive Laura crazy with lust but stopped abruptly before she could climax. "Go stroke your husband's cock. But don't block our view."

Laura arose as she was propelled forward by her two owners. She moved to the far side of the coffee table and once again heard the whimpering of her husband. Pierre pulled completely out of Steve and the slaveboy let out a sigh of relief.

"Help me fuck him," Pierre told Laura. She blushed again as she head the words and, once again, gripped her master's cock and guided it to rape her husband. Steve let out another screech as his bottom was invaded anew.

Once she had successfully embedded Pierre's cock in Steve's ass, she started stroking her husband's cock. She marveled at how hard it was and wondered if he was actually enjoying this humiliating abuse.

Monique offered commentary during the ordeal. "Pierre doesn't look ready yet, pet. Don't let him cum." "Pierre is close. Make sure the slave cums at the same time." "Pierre is almost there. Get ready."

Steve was babbling incoherently at this point and Laura knew that, if Steve was expected to climax at the same time as Pierre, then it would be up to her to make sure that it happened. When she thought that Pierre was ready, she did two things. First, she twisted her body and fed one of her breasts to her husband. He sucked greedily on her nipple. She also reached under him with her other hand and gripped his balls. She squeezed as her original hand kept stroking his cock. Pierre tensed and groaned and then she felt relief as Steve also groaned and spurted a copious amount of his seed onto the table.

Pierre slipped out of the male ass and put on his robe before leaving the room. Laura was instructed to wash her hands and to return to the two mistresses. Steve simply collapsed onto the table, lying in his own sperm.

"Wasn't that fun?" asked Monique after Laura had returned.

"It was sure different," replied a confused Laura. She was still not sure what to make of what she had just witnessed and participated in.

"Well, tomorrow, you get to be the entertainment," smiled Monique. "I'm sure you'll look forward to that."

"Yes, Mistress," was Laura's only replied as she felt a chill snake down her spine.