Lapse in Judgment

Chapter 13 The Dinner Party

Steve and Laura had endured a full year of slavery and were looking toward another six months before they achieved their freedom. Both had adapted to their new roles reasonably well. Laura blossomed in her newfound sexuality and, despite the fact that she was gorgeous before, she positively radiated with her wanton beauty now. Monique had placed her on a specially designed diet and exercise program which had resulted in a toned body that even a teenager would envy. Her hair had been cropped just above the shoulders and was now platinum. While technically still a C-cup, her breasts seemed to almost spill out of her bra on the few occasions that she was allowed to wear one and she knew that it would not be long before she would require a D-cup bra. Her nipples had been pierced and her owners had purchased a variety of rings and posts to adorn her chest. Currently, she was sporting four-inch hoops made of thin white gold that even Laura had to admit made her look erotic. And the white gold accentuated her new hair color.

Steve had also undergone some changes. His diet and exercise regime had firmed him up nicely and he was in the best shape of his life. His body was completely tanned, which was how Monique liked him. In fact, his flesh stood in stark contrast to Laura's alabaster flesh. Laura sometimes felt like a veal because of the way that Monique made her shun the sun. Steve's nipples had also been pierced and, although he also had a variety of hoops and studs, Monique invariably had him wear the studs with gold balls on his chest, making it look like he was wearing miniature barbells. He had also become much more skilled at maintaining an erection at all times, which frequently caused him embarrassment while at work. Monique had talked about piercing his cock although, much to Steve's relief, she had not had that done yet.

Over time, both Pierre and Monique had exposed the slave couple to selected friends. This evening, Laura and Steve were serving a dinner party of their owners and three other couples. Each of the couples had previously become aware of the Chambeaux slaves so none of them seemed shocked as a naked Steve greeted them at the door with his cock pointing accusingly at them.

Neither were they shocked to find an equally naked Laura attending to their beverage needs as they gathered in the living room. She delivered their drinks to an occasional pinch or groping.

The wide gold hoops were the fascination of the women. Each of them insisted that Laura lean forward to let them admire the jewelry. Much to Steve's chagrin, the barbells through his nipples were the topic of discussion among the men. "That must have been painful," observed one, to which Steve nodded. "At least it's masculine looking jewelry," commented another.

After all of the guests arrived, both Steve and Laura attended to the guests in the living room by refilling their glasses and removing empties. "I don't believe we've met," exclaimed one woman as Steve bent over an end table to retrieve an empty glass. She reached out and grasped the end of his cock, pumping it up and down as if she were shaking a hand. "I'm Charlene, although most people I know well call me Charlie. I hope that I get to know you well before the night is over."

Steve blushed furiously at the actions of the woman but he felt his cock twitch. His wife had talked about unwanted thrills and now he knew what she was talking about. The situation was completely humiliating but he still felt as if the act was one of the most erotic imaginable.

"Can we have a little entertainment before dinner?" asked one of the men. "Or do we have to wait until later?"

Pierre thought for a moment before responding. He considered having Steve kiss each of the cocks and having Laura kiss each of the pussies as the guests filed into the dining room. But the logistics of the thought overwhelmed him. This would be too many zippers and too many panties to negotiate and all of the struggling with garments would ruin the moment. "We'll enjoy it more later, I think," he replied.

Steve knew that he would be the sole server during dinner, although he did not know what Laura would be doing. He endured slaps to the ass by one of the men. One of the women commented that she needed a little salt on her food and coaxed a bit of precum out of his shaft to season her dish. All in all, it was pretty humiliating for Steve.

It was no less humiliating for Laura and it was a bit more uncomfortable. She was bound on top of a serving cart with her forearms lashed to her calves. It reminded her of being a Christmas present for Katherine a year earlier. This time, however, her knees were strapped to the corners of the cart and she was spread wide open.

A chef had been hired for the evening and she walked around the cart, making sure that the serving vessel was prepared appropriately. She clucked her tongue in disapproval at the way one of the knots was tied and then exclaimed, "Magnifique!" when all was done to her satisfaction.

The chef produced a bowl of sliced fruit and berries and placed it on a table in front of Laura's spread thighs. Then, handful by handful, she scooped up the fruit and pushed it into Laura's sex. "They will love the marinade," she spoke with her French accent. "I love it already," she continued as she lifted one of her dew covered fingers to her lips.

The chef continued to fill Laura's cavity, slipping berry after slice into her until she felt that she could take no more. "Ma cherie, you are perfect." The chef was finished with her creation.

Laura was not in pain but she was feeling discomfort. The pieces of fruit that had been pushed into he sex were filling her like she had never been filled before. She glanced across her body and realized that the fullness had distended her belly, making her look several months pregnant. Steve wheeled his wife into the dining room on the serving cart to the applause of the guests. "Best meal ever," exclaimed one of the guests. "Oh I just love dessert!" said another.

Eight bowls were lined up on the shelf beneath Laura and, one by one, the guests took a bowl and filled it with the harvest inside of the girl. The first man to serve himself seemed puzzled at first about how to retrieve his fruit. He solved the problem by lightly pressing down on Laura's tight belly with his hand, causing some of the fruit to spill out onto the cart. He picked up one of the pieces and popped it into his mouth, slowly chewing the sweetly marinated fruit. "Magnificent," he declared as he filled his bowl.

Laura wished she could vanish. The entire process of filling the bowls was the most humiliating episode of her life. Each diner found some way to make the experience embarrassing in a very unique way. One of the women toyed with the clitoris until she was near climax. Then, without letting Laura achieve orgasm, the woman stopped and filled her bowl, leaving Laura to moan lustfully on the cart. Another man took one of the strawberries that he retrieved and ran the juicy fruit around the base of each breast. Then he lifted each breast by its gold hoop, stretching it into a cone shape as he ran his tongue around the bottom of the breast to lick up the sweet nectar.

The most humiliating was the last guest. The woman decided that the fruit supply was getting low and she would have to search for all of the pieces hiding inside of Laura. She slipped three fingers into Laura and then a fourth. Finally, the thumb was tucked alongside the fingers and the woman slowly pushed her hand in and out of Laura until the hand was completely entombed in the slave's sex. Laura's face was beet red with embarrassment and pain as she was stretched wide and then she was even thankful when the hand popped inside and she was only stretched by the woman's wrist. Laura watched all of this in disbelief and she saw the wrist rotating to one side and then the other as the fingers spread and probed deep inside the bound girl. Occasionally, the hand would reappear, stretching Laura's sex wide again, to deposit a piece of fruit or two into the bowl. Then the woman would thrust her hand back into Laura's sex to search for more. Each time the hand traveled in or out, Laura would emit a loud groan.

"You won't believe how wet she is getting," remarked the woman as she held her glistening hand up for all to see.

"Remarkable, isn't she?" commented Pierre. "She's quite responsive." Laura thought she would die of embarrassment at that point but could not dwell on the thought as the hand again invaded her body. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and her body was becoming coated in perspiration. Worst of all, however, was the arousal that she was feeling from this pain and indignity. It was the most humiliating event of her life and she found herself on the brink of an orgasm.

The woman finally declared that Laura's cavity was fruit free but she kept her hand and much of her forearm imbedded in the slave. She used her fingers to trace the soft recesses of the vagina and, once she located the cervix, she pressed a finger against it. What started as a sharp pain grew in intensity as the woman continued to press her finger on the entrance to her womb.

Monique realized what was happening to Laura and saw this as an opportunity to continue Steve's education and conditioning. She motioned the slaveboy to her and quickly opened the front of her dress to reveal her own magnificent breasts. Steve adored those firm pendulous orbs and Monique knew it. She positioned the slave to allow him to watch his wife being abused as he suckled contentedly on the closest nipple. "Isn't it such an erotic sight?" cooed Monique into Steve's ear. She started stroking his cock.

Laura started panting as she felt her cervix starting to be dilated and fresh waves of pain shot through her body. Just as she was about to scream, the woman flicked her tongue over the slave's clit, sending waves of a powerful orgasm to wash over her bound body. Monique timed Steve's orgasm to erupt at the same moment. The woman withdrew her finger but kept her tongue moving over the clitoris, prolonging the orgasm until Laura slumped back in exhaustion. It was only after the slavegirl collapsed and was moaning incoherently that the woman pulled her hand out of the abused sex to lick her fingers clean. "That was some dessert," she remarked as she took her bowl to the table to join the others.

Neither slave was finished for the night. The group gathered in the living room again after dinner and Laura and Steve were the source of the evening's entertainment. Pierre and Monique offered the use of the slaves for any purpose desired. The only rule was that whatever was to be done with the slaves had to be performed in the living room.

The guests were initially slow to take up the hosts' offer. But eventually, one of the men unzipped his pants. "Hell, I'm gonna fuck the little filly," he declared. Two of the women positioned Laura on her back atop the coffee table while the man finished removing his trousers. The woman held the slave's legs apart as they each suckled on one of the ringed nipples and the man slipped forward, easily slicing into Laura's sex.

"Here, let me get those out of the way," offered Monique as she stepped over to the table. She removed the gold hoops and the two women suckled with renewed vigor.

"I'll try out his tongue," the third woman stated as she lifted her skirt and slipped out of her panties. Soon, Steve had his face buried between her legs and was licking her toward an orgasm.

By the end of the evening, Laura had been fucked twice and Steve was fucked once. Steve was thankful that the man who fucked him had a slender cock. It was easier to accommodate than Pierre's massive pole. Each of the women had been licked by Steve. Laura licked one and the other two chose to ride Steve's cock rather than to have Laura lick them. And the men each enjoyed having their cocks sucked. Laura did two of them and, much to Steve's disgust, he was commanded to suck the third one. By the end of the evening, everyone was well satisfied. The party broke up with each of the guests departing with a smirk on their faces.