"I'm finally a slave," she whispered to herself. "I was born to be a slave."
Chapter 9: Slave Sisters
Charity grew to view the weekly gatherings with apprehension. Since becoming her aunt's slave, the two were always on the invitation list and Aunt Janice always rearranged her schedule to be able to attend.
The beginning of each of these events was always the same. It started with a cocktail party with naked slaves mingling with clothed owners. Even the slaves were allowed to talk and chat during these periods.
After awhile, however, it became time for "the event." The nature of the event changed with each gathering. Once, the event involved sex. Another time, it involved pain. Still another, it involved humiliation.
Charity thought back to the last gathering. Hal Bascomb attended with only one of his slaves. He had brought Professor Wallings as his slave but had left her husband at home. Professors Bascomb and Wallings had both been teachers for Charity during the sophomore year of college that she had just finished. It had only been four weeks since Charity had learned that Professor Wallings and her husband were slaves of Professor Bascomb.
The event last week had simply been a show of girl-on-girl sex as far as Charity was concerned. While slightly embarrassing to both women, they each recognized that it could have been much worse. The two slaves were on a long, narrow table. Charity, being the slave on the bottom, was lying on her back. Her ankles were shackled together but bindings at her knees were attached to the sides of the table, keeping her open and exposed. Her wrists were drawn over her head and lashed to the sides of the table as well. Professor Wallings was on top and was completely unadorned of bindings and was free to move. Professor Wallings knelt on all fours so that her head was above Charity's head. Charity looked up at her former teacher and whispered, "I'm sorry, Professor."
Professor Wallings silenced the girl by kissing her, letting her lips linger and snaking her tongue into Charity's mouth. This had the desired effect and also sent a flush spreading across Charity's body.
"Call me Jill," whispered the professor after the kiss was broken. Slowly, Jill moved her lips down Charity's body leaving a trail of little kisses. When she reached the girl's breasts, she stopped and paid attention to the wonderful mounds of flesh. With Jill's head over Charity's breasts, this left Jill's breasts dangling over Charity's face. Charity looked up at the pendulous breasts and mimicked the actions of her professor. Each woman licked, sucked and nipped at breast flesh. Each circled nipples with a tongue and suckled on the tender morsels. And each emitted little moans as their pleasure built.
The dominants, meanwhile, circulated around the lewd display. Occasionally, Charity would feel a hand rubbing her belly or a finger testing her wetness. The dominants talked among themselves, occasionally commenting on the erotic show. "Two perfectly matched females," one commented. "They must be enjoying it. They're both very wet," said another. "We'll have to match them up more often," a third offered.
Charity marveled at the woman above her as her lips eagerly sucked at Jill's nipple. The beautiful redheaded professor was one of the favorites of the student body and was clearly Charity's favorite teacher at college. She was sure that the males at the college also listed Jill as their favorite, but probably for different reasons. In her early thirties, she was just slightly older than Aunt Janice and, like Janice, had a face and body that could easily be featured in a spread in any men's magazine. Jill was beautiful and sexuality seemed to ooze out of every pore. But Charity had taken a shine to her because of her warmth and her humor and because of how she seemed to take a genuine interest in each of her students.
Now, she was sucking on the breast of the successful professor as the naked professor did the same to her. While Charity had basically volunteered to become a slave, however, Jill was doing so against her will. The sociology professor had been using some of her federal grant money for personal purposes instead of for the research for which it was intended. This was discovered by Professor Bascomb who had magnanimously offered to remedy the situation instead of letting her lose her position at the college and possibly going to jail. Professor Bascomb would reimburse all of the embezzled monies, which by that point was nearing a million dollars. The price for this generosity was steep, however. Jill and her husband would become his slaves for a period of five years. She had reluctantly agreed and her husband had finally acquiesced also to keep his wife out of jail.
Jill moved lower on Charity's body, running her tongue lightly around the little indented belly button before positioning her face over Charity's sex. This also brought her own sex directly over Charity's face. Both girls used their tongues to lick and probe. They used their lips to squeeze and suck. Teeth were brought into play to nibble on labia or to scrape lightly over a clit. The dominants continued to circulate and comment and one even gathered Jill's flowing red hair into his hand to hold it up and give the audience a better view of the action.
It amazed Charity that such a professional and accomplished woman could behave so wantonly in front of a crowd. Charity was loving the attention that Jill was paying to her sex and tried very hard to return it to the sex positioned at her mouth. She felt fingers on each side of her grasping nipples and stretching them outward, elongating her breasts. Other hands stroked her arms and legs. Her orgasm was approaching and she redoubled her efforts to make sure that her partner was not left unfulfilled.
Both women achieved orgasm nearly simultaneously. Both tongues kept moving, prolonging the climax until Jill finally collapsed on top of Charity. The audience applauded and then Charity felt her bindings being removed. Each girl was then lifted off the table and carried to a corner of the room where they were laid down on the floor together with their hands bound behind their backs.
"I'm truly sorry, Professor.. I mean Jill. But I didn't have a choice."
"Hush," said the teacher who wiggled closer to Charity until their bodies were pressed together tightly. "Neither one of us had a choice. But I liked it." She pressed her lips to her student's and they shared a long loving kiss.
Charity enjoyed the feeling of the warm feminine body against hers and felt a bond with this fellow slave. Jill then used her tongue to bathe Charity's face and Charity reciprocated to cleanse her partner of the remnants of their lovemaking.
"Isn't it difficult to live two lives?" asked the younger woman.
"It was at first," replied Jill. "And my husband still has difficulties with it. I think it's harder for men. But now it's only difficult when I am exposed to people who know me in my other life." Charity nodded and blushed.
"But it's not difficult with you," Jill went on. "Even though you know me as a teacher, I feel comfortable being exposed around you. Maybe it's because you're a slave too. But whatever the reason, I loved having you as my partner tonight. And I hope that the others were listening when those two recommended that we be matched up more often. I would love to love you more."
This time, it was Charity's turn to initiate a kiss and they held their lips together for a long time. "I would love that too," said Charity when they finally stopped to breathe.
After awhile, two males, similarly bound with their hands behind their backs, were dumped into the corner with the two girls. They had just finished performing a male version of what the two slavegirls had done earlier. But the new arrivals were not going to cuddle together and kiss. Instead, they worked together to sandwich the girls between them. There were two pairs of spooning bodies with the girls facing each other and male bodies pressed against their backs. With no hands to assist, the erect cocks poked and prodded several times, bouncing off of things and bottom cheeks, once almost finding the wrong hole on Charity, before sinking deeply into the wet velvety sheaths and settling into a familiar pistoning movement.