Claire wrapped her arm around Gail again and led her back between Janice's legs, resting a hand on top of a naked hip. Then Claire picked up a bottle of the oil and poured a stream of it over the hand and wrist of Gail's right arm. The newly nude woman must have been in shock or denial because she offered no resistance as Claire rubbed in the oil and then pulled the hand toward Janice's gaping sex.
Claire pushed two of Gail's fingers together and then guided them into the bound slave's sex, moving the fingers in and out. Claire added another of Gail's fingers to the first two and soon three digits were moving into her friend. All the while, Janice kept thrashing her head back and forth and trying to shout protests around the gag.
"Good girl," assured Claire as she slid her free hand down to Gail's bottom. Life couldn't be better for Claire. One of her hands was using Gail's hand like a living dildo on Janice while her other hand roamed freely over Gail's bottom, squeezing it. A fourth finger was added and Abby poured a little more oil onto Gail's hand, although Claire was sure that the slave was already producing enough lubrication to accommodate what was to happen next.
"Now tuck your thumb into the fingers, little one," instructed Claire. "It's time."
Gail did as she was told and then Claire started moving the arm, guiding the digits a little deeper with each thrust. Finally, the knuckles were stretching Janice wide with each forward movement and, with a gentle push, Claire watched Gail's entire hand being swallowed until her wrist was firmly embedded in Janice.
Claire let go of Gail and wiped off her hands on a nearby towel. She went to an end table and retrieved her digital camera before returning to Gail and lightly caressing her back. "You are such a good girl. Now open your hand inside of her. Feel around. Explore."
Gail did as she was commanded and Claire slipped away to find good vantage points from which to take pictures. She made sure that Gail's face and wrist were clearly visible in each shot and Gail never even noticed the faint click of the camera.
Janice was moaning loudly at this point. She had never felt so stretched and full in her life and she could feel Gail's fingers seeking out every nook and cranny within her. She had long since stopped struggling against her bonds and now her oiled body laid still and stretched as her neighbor's hand played inside of her body.
Abby and Louise each claimed one of Janice's breasts and they sucked hungrily on the stiff nipples that had so recently been abused. Occasionally, the two women would pause in their attentions and let their oily lips meet over Janice's body for a heated kiss. Then they would return to their work to the sounds of much slurping.
Claire came up behind Gail and reached around her. Claire's right hand lightly stroked the woman's arm before it disappeared inside of the slave. Claire's left hand cupped and squeezed Gail's left breast, holding it. She was surprised but pleased to find the nipple so stiff and aroused.
"Form a fist," instructed Claire. "Now pump it in and out as far as it will go." This caused Janice to start squirming again as, one moment the fist stretched the opening of her sex and the next moment it pounded against her cervix. The combination of pain and unexplainable pleasure was overwhelming and was far beyond anything she had ever imagined.
"Now use your tongue," Claire continued. "Give her some pleasure." Gail tilted her head forward and snaked out her delicate tongue, fluttering it over the exposed and rigid clitoris. Claire released Gail for a moment and snapped a few more incriminating pictures. Claire then returned the camera to the drawer and returned to Gail. Again, one hand claimed a breast but, this time, the other hand slid between Gail's legs. Surprisingly, Gail spread her legs a little more to accommodate the intruding hand.
Claire teased the nipple by flicking it with a fingernail and twisting it. Her hand moved from breast to breast, squeezing the warm, firm flesh and toying with the nipples. Her other hand was busy too. Her fingers stroked and parted the slick labia, occasionally dipping into the wet channel before one finger started a steady strumming rhythm. Claire watched Janice closely so that she could time Gail's climax to that of the slave. Within minutes, both bodies tensed and moaned as orgasms raced through the two women. Claire had to support Gail, doing so using her breasts as handles, easing her backward until her hand slid free of the slavegirl.
Claire laid Gail on the floor and Abby and Louise quickly knelt beside her, devouring her breasts as they had with Janice. Abby also started stroking Gail's sex bringing Gail to another climax as Claire took a few more pictures.
Chapter 16: Slave Exchange
Roles started to become confused in the Mason household. Mandy and Charity became more like sisters than owner and slave, although they behaved like rather incestuous sisters. Charity still had to do the chores for her owner and was also responsible for bathing and dressing Mandy. But other than that, they mostly just kept each other company. Other than the one night when Perry and Allison took Charity to bed with them, Charity slept in Mandy's bed. There was frequent sex between the two girls and it was always filled with love and caring.
Mandy even took Charity with her when she went shopping or out with friends. For these occasions, Mandy had to loan her slavegirl clothes since Charity had arrived naked and without a suitcase. But other than the tops fitting her a little more snugly than normal, the clothes fit fine. And Mandy's friends quickly assimilated the new girl into their circle without having any clue that Mandy owned her.
Allison found herself being treated less and less like a mother and slave owner and more and more like a submissive. Throughout the week, Chet exercised more and more control over Allison. Allison kept looking for Jill for support but the slavegirl was in no position to help. By Thursday, Allison was kept naked except for when Chet allowed her to wear clothes and he always selected her outfits.
The only relationship that appeared normal, if there is such a thing as normal in a relationship involving slavery, was that of Chet and Jill. Chet was clearly the master and Jill was clearly the slave. She was generally kept bound in some manner. She was always nude and was frequently used for sex. And she was even loaned to one of Chet's friends who thought he had died and gone to heaven as he fucked the beautiful slave energetically. Jill was also used in many different ways, including daily anal sex.
It was on Thursday evening that Allison's life changed. Perry had been amused as he watched his son start to dominate his wife and wanted to see where it ended up. Privately, he had taken Chet aside and given his son his blessing to enslave Allison but with one warning. "Just remember that I will be her master. You may borrow her and you may use her when I'm not around. But she will belong to me."
So Perry was not surprised when he walked in on the scene in the living room on Thursday night. Allison was naked and on her knees. Jill was lying on the floor with her face buried in Allison's crotch, licking the mother furiously. And Chet was sitting in a chair with Allison's lips wrapped around his cock.
"Pull up a slave," grinned Chet, causing Allison to jump and pull back.
"Don't bother getting up, dear," smiled Perry. "I'll just grab Jill here." He grabbed the prone slavegirl by her ankles and dragged her out from under Allison and then sat down in another chair. "I'll have whatever he's having." Soon, both father and son were enjoying the feel of full, luscious slave lips gliding up and down their cocks.
That night, Perry took Jill to bed with him where she kept him entertained for much of the night. Allison did not get any sleep at all that night. Chet had taken her vaginally and anally for the first time and had declared her to be a slave from now on. Then, he bound her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed and used her breasts as a pillow. He slept soundly. She did not sleep at all.