"I think that number five should be shaved as well," the woman said.
"Yes Ma'am," Charity replied. "My name is Charity. And this is Jill."
"Good. That's much better than calling you by your lot numbers all week." Then Jill perched on the edge of the tub as Charity knelt between her legs with the razor. Several minutes later, both girls were hairless from the neck down.
Allison led her charges back into the bedroom where she tied each girl's wrists behind her back with a pink ribbon, forming an ornate bow. Then she took narrower ribbon and tied little pink bows onto each nipple. She finally stepped back to admire her work and smiled as she saw the four bows moving with each breath and quiver.
"Perfect little presents. Now you're all set. We just need to wait for the kids." Charity and Jill were allowed to sit on the bed to wait while Allison busied herself elsewhere in the house, giving the girls a chance to talk.
"I'm not sure I like the idea of being a starter slave for a couple of teenagers," complained Jill.
"Oh I don't know," said Charity. "It can't be all that bad. We could have been bought by some sadist."
"But how am I supposed to teach those two next year? You heard her. They're coming to our school."
"Well, you teach me," observed Charity.
"You're different, Charity," said the older woman. "You're special."
Charity apparently appreciated the comment because she leaned into her slave sister and kissed her before nuzzling against her cheek.
"Besides, you're a slave like me," Jill went on. "I think it will be a lot more difficult having a former owner in my class." Just then, they heard a door open and more voices rang through the house.
"Uh oh," said Charity. "Here goes."
"Things could get real interesting in a few minutes," agreed Jill.
Several more minutes passed before Allison arrived. She told the two girls to remain silent and then led them downstairs. Before they entered the living room, Allison called out to her children. "No close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them." Then she guided the two gift-wrapped slavegirls into the living room.
"Surprise!" shouted Allison and both teenagers opened their eyes. Charity and Jill were already blushing by this point and Mandy quickly followed suit. Chet's reaction was bugged out eyes and a jaw drop followed by "What the.."
"Do you like them?" asked Allison.
"I… er… um…" stammered Mandy. "What is this, Mom?"
"These are your own personal slavegirls. At least they are for the next week. And then we have to give them back."
"What do we do with slavegirls," asked Chet.
"Anything you want, son," interjected Perry. "Anything at all."
"Oh," was the simultaneous response from both teenagers.
Chapter 12: Slavery among Friends
At the same time that Charity and Jill were being gifted to their young owners, Hal was just standing up. He had spent the better part of an hour on his knees. He had been bought by an elderly couple who had donated both of their slaves to the auction to support charity. Since he was the only slave that they purchased, providing pleasure to the couple in their sixties fell on his shoulders.
To be more exact, it fell upon his tongue. He spent a full thirty minutes pleasuring his temporary mistress and then had given the first blowjob of his life to his temporary master. He realized early on that this was going to be a very long week.
Meanwhile, Janice was seething with anger. She was standing in the middle of the basement on her tiptoes with her arms drawn tightly over her head, stretching her body tightly. Clair had just whipped her and five red stripes across Janice's back provided testimony to the punishment. The worst part of that ordeal had been when, during one of the strokes, the whip had curled around her torso and the tip had caught the tender flesh of her right breast.
Claire set the whip aside and stood in front of Janice letting her fingers dance up and down her slave's sides. "Today, you are just getting a taste," said Claire as she leaned forward to kiss the stretched woman. So far, Claire had used the paddle five times on Janice's bottom and the whip on her back. "I want you to know the penalties for disobedience."
"Bitch!" spat Janice as she glared at the woman who had been her best friend until today.
"I'll let that pass this time," replied Claire. Then she picked up a crop and whistled it through the air. "This is just for education purposes," she said as she swung the crop, letting it land on Janice's belly. "But do know that you will be punished for future infractions like that." The crop landed with a loud crack four more times and soon Janice was sporting five rectangular red marks on her belly to go along with the stripes on her back and her pink bottom.
"By the end of the week, you'll either be obedient," said Claire, "or a pain slut." She then picked up a short flogger and started flipping it through the air. Five more blows were felt as the tendrils of the flogger rained down on Janice's vulnerable and sensitive breasts causing them to bounce wildly on her chest and causing her to shriek in pain.
Finally, Claire set the flogger aside and wrapped her arms around the stretched woman, hugging her. "I'm really doing this for your own good, pet," said Claire. "Hopefully, this is the last time you'll see any of these nasty little instruments."
Janice whimpered as Claire's hands cupped her raw bottom and she buried her face against her captor's shoulder. Her entire body ached from being stretched so tightly and the punishments she had just received. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her and she couldn't imagine how she would survive this week.
Claire buckled a wide leather belt around Janice's waist and then, one-at-a-time, released Janice's wrists and strapped her arms to the belt. The new slave was relieved to be free from the uncomfortable position despite being denied the use of her arms. It appeared that her friend intended to keep her in bondage all week. She wondered if that was to prevent Janice from escaping or retaliating or if Clair simply had a bondage fetish.
Claire led Janice upstairs and sat, having Janice kneel in front of her. She leaned down, grasping Janice's long raven hair and used it as a handle to pull the slave's head back. Then the owner gave her property a long passionate kiss as her free hand roamed over Janice's chest.
"These are magnificent," Claire exclaimed after she broke the kiss. Both hands held a firm breast by that point and her thumbs moved idly back and forth across the nipples causing them to stiffen even more. "And now they're mine."
"Only for a week, Claire," responded Janice. She had meant to sound defiant but as she listened to her words, she realized that she had just acknowledged that her body belonged to Claire.
Chapter 13: Treat for the Twins
Chet was the bolder of the two twins. He stepped forward and slowly walked around the two naked women letting his eyes roam freely over their nudity. "Anything?"
"Well, almost anything. You can't kill them or anything like that," replied the father.
"But sex is okay?"
"Sex is more than okay, son," said Perry. "I would be worried about you if there was no sex."
"Wow" was Chet's response as he stood in front of Jill, eying her freely. "Which one is mine?"
"They both belong to both of you," replied Allison. "You will have to figure out how to share them."
"Eeeewwww!!!" exclaimed Mandy who had been silent until this point. "But they're girls! I can't have sex with them!"