"Our pretty little Charity," nodded Claire. "Beautiful, fresh, loving Charity."
"I had no idea." Gail felt her head spinning at this news. She truly had no idea that the nice woman across the street had enslaved her own niece. That would surely send a shockwave through the neighborhood if that news ever got out.
When tea was finished, Claire announced that it was time for fun and entertainment. Janice was selected to provide both. Claire led her temporary slave to the middle of the room where a tall narrow table stood and had her lie face-up on the table. Cuffs were placed around her wrists and ankles and her arms were drawn over her head to be fastened to the end of the table. Her ankles were similarly attached to the other end.
Then, Claire demonstrated the unique design of the table as she separated the two leaves of the table under Janice's arms. Janice felt her arms being drawn apart as the leaves were angled outward. The same operation was performed at the other end of the table and all of the leaves were locked in place, leaving Janice spread-eagle but with her body supported entirely by the table and its leaves.
"That's a brilliant design!" observed Louise, the third guest. "I'll have to get one of those myself."
"I'm glad you like it," smiled Claire as she ran her fingertips lightly across Janice's taut belly. "I had it custom built for play and I'd be happy to share the design with you."
The four women gathered around the table and three pairs of hands ran over the bound and stretched woman. Gail was the only one not participating but her eyes kept roaming over the naked flesh. She thought that her neighbor looked beautifully erotic like that and the scene reminded her of some kind of sacrificial offering.
Claire noticed Gail's hesitancy and wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to a position between Janice's outstretched legs. "Go ahead. You can touch," instructed Claire. "We're all going to have a little fun with my pet. You might as well enjoy yourself too."
Gail nodded slowly as her eyes were fixed on the smooth naked mound above Janice's sex. Her eyes slid downward to observe the woman's labia, which were parted and glistening with her arousal. Gail found it hard to believe that Janice could be so aroused by this treatment but the very wet sex was hard to deny. Tentatively, Gail reached out with both hands and ran her palms slowly up each leg, enjoying the silky softness of the slave's skin.
In the meantime, Clair had produced a couple of bottles of scented oil and the other three women started pouring it on the naked flesh and rubbing it in. Clair handed one of the bottles to Gail. "Use this. You can take from the waist down."
Gail poured some of the oil into her palm and then started rubbing it into the naked flesh, starting at the toes and working to the upper thighs. "You missed a spot," observed Abby after both legs were finished. Gail looked over her friend's body and saw that every inch of flesh was glistening and shining with the exception of the area around her sex. Gail blushed deeply but poured more oil into her palm and used both hands to finish oiling the slave. She was shocked, however, when her fingers ran over the parted labia to feel the heat emanating from the aroused sex.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" asked Claire as she gave Gail a hug from behind. "Maybe I should keep her oiled all the time." Then she leaned in and whispered into Gail's ear. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Gail simply nodded in response.
For the next two hours, Gail witnessed what could only be described as unbelievable. She watched as her neighbor was subjected to what she though of as cruel tortures and countless orgasms at the same time. Abby started with the hot wax. A wide candle was held above Janice and drops of wax were allowed to splatter onto the naked, oiled flesh. Janice screamed at the first drop and was immediately gagged by Claire. When Abby was finished, a line of wax ran from Janice's throat to her belly button and more wax circled the base of each perfect breast.
Louise was next. Her choice of torture made Gail's skin crawl and she couldn't imagine what must have been going through Janice's mind. Louise produced a tall jar with liquid in it. It wasn't until the lid was removed and Louise pulled the first item out of it that Gail realized that the jar was filled with needles. She only hoped that the liquid was some sort of antiseptic.
Gail watched with wide eyes as the first needle was placed next to the outer swell of Janice's left breast. Abby raised Janice's head and propped it up with a couple of books from a nearby shelf so that the slave could fully appreciate her next experience. Gail's eyes kept moving from Janice's wide eyes to the point of the needle as, slowly, the needle dimpled the breast and then lanced into it, eliciting a muffled scream from the gagged woman.
Gail wondered what Janice must be going through as she watched Louise slide more and more of the needle into the perfectly formed breast. Finally, Gail saw the other side of the breast tenting out for a moment before the tip of the needle emerged. Surprisingly, there was no blood. Equally surprising to Gail was that Janice did not scream other than for her initial burst. Maybe the needles were so narrow that she couldn't feel them and she only screamed at the first one out of shock. All in all, Gail watched as two needles slid through the base of each breast, forming crosses. Two more needles were pushed through each breast near the nipples, also forming crosses. And a single needle was pushed through the tip of each nipple and down into the breast flesh.
During both tortures, Gail had watched how the other women had manipulated the bound slave to orgasm. Fingers constantly stroked the oiled clitoris and, by the time the needles were withdrawn, Gail had counted four climaxes, although there may have been more.
"Your turn, Gail," said Claire after Louise was finished with her fun.
"Oh, no," stammered Gail. "I'm fine. You go ahead. I'll just watch."
"Nonsense," replied Claire. "I have her all day every day. I invited the three of you so you could enjoy her. So what will it be?"
"Oh," said a dazed Gail. "I don't know. What do you suggest?"
"Well, my little one confided in me once that she had never been fisted. I think you should take away her virginity."
"Oh, my gosh!" stuttered Gail. "I couldn't do that."
"Of course you can," reassured Claire. "I'll help you along. And Janice will love it. You've seen how she has been climaxing." Then Claire leaned over and whispered to Gail, "She's such a pain slut. It's hard to picture her as a mistress."
"Oh," responded Gail. "You really think she likes that?"
"Definitely," claimed Abby.
"Positive," said Louise. All during this exchange, Janice was shaking her head back and forth and trying to mumble something through her gag. Her motions became more frantic and the noise became louder and more high-pitched as the discussion continued.
Not waiting for a response, Claire gave Gail another hug. "Do you want to do it clothed or unclothed?"
"What?!?!?!" asked a surprised Gail.
"Well you're likely to get all oily as you do it. Personally, I would take off my clothes so I didn't have to worry."
"It would be much less messy that way," agreed Abby.
"Easier to clean up afterwards," chimed in Louise.
"Let me help you," offered Claire as she unzipped the back of Gail's sundress. The other two women stepped forward and, within seconds, Gail was nude.
"Another potential slave," thought Claire as she admired her naked friend. Gail was smaller than the other naked woman but every bit as beautiful. She was five feet, two inches tall with green eyes that sparkled when she laughed and a pixyish smile. Here breasts were not as large either, resembling champagne glasses to Janice's large goblets. A narrow waist gave way to mature yet delicate hips, providing her with a near-ideal figure. A small cultivated patch of brown hair decorated the woman's mound. A new idea suddenly formed in Claire's devious mind.