"Does Jill know about this?" asked Ann.
"Oh my lord, no," Jane said. "How could I tell her that the twins captured her daughter and then I took over ownership?"
"I don't know. She might not mind," Ann said. "Remember that she was always the kinkiest of us."
"Maybe," responded Jane. "But I wouldn't even know how to raise the subject with her."
Faith listened to her two aunts. Her mom was kinky? That was something she had never heard before. And she had never seen any sign of it in her mother.
"I'll tell her," Ann offered. "I think she'll think it's a hoot." Faith cringed at the thought of her mother finding out about how she was spending her summer. "Stand up, dear."
Faith assumed that the command was intended for her and started to rise. She had gotten better at maneuvering with bound hands but the blindfold made it especially difficult. She didn't struggle for long, though, because two sets of hands grasped her upper arms and she was lifted to her feet. Then the blindfold was removed and she found herself looking at her Aunt Ann who was staring back at her. Her face erupted in a new explosion of red.
"Simply gorgeous," Ann said as she looked the girl up and down. "May I?" she asked as she looked at Jane.
"Be my guest," replied Jane.
Ann reached up and tucked Faith's hair over her shoulders, letting the long auburn locks cascade down her back. The hair had been providing some modesty to the girl as it covered her breasts but now she was totally exposed.
Ann traced her face with her fingers as if she were inspecting the girl. In fact, that was exactly what Ann was doing. She looked at every inch and found it flawless. Not a blemish or scar to be found anywhere and the features of the girl's face were perfectly sculpted. She was beautiful with that fresh, innocent look but had a face that made people want to have her sexually.
Ann moved her fingers lower and trailed them along the slender, swan-like neck. "No collar?" Ann asked Jane.
"Only sometimes," replied Jane. "I don't use it often. I prefer her totally naked."
The fingers glided across the smooth, silky shoulders and down Faith's arms before moving inward to stroke the breasts. The blush spread from Faith's cheeks to her chest as her aunt lifted her breasts with splayed fingers and bounced them. "So delightful," said Ann, "and so perfectly proportioned."
Ann played with the firm globes for quite awhile before sliding a hand down the girl's belly to cup her sex. The middle finger toyed with her petals, finding them wet from arousal before sliding into her. Faith rose up onto her toes to try to escape the intrusion but the finger stayed with her and slid deeper into her sex.
"She's very wet," observed Ann. "You have trained her well."
"She has been a delight to train," replied Jane. "Despite her reluctance, she has responded well. And she's always aroused, it seems."
"I'll have to bring my boy over some time and let them couple."
"She's not ready for that," said Jane. "She's still a virgin."
"Oh my," responded a surprised Ann. "Isn't that a rarity? A virginal slavegirl. That's probably one of a kind."
"Like I said," replied Jane, "she's my pride and joy."
"When do you plan to take it?" asked Ann.
"I'm not sure," Jane responded. "It hasn't prevented her from fulfilling her duties so I'm in no hurry."
"Yes, I guess that's true," agreed Ann. "In a house full of women, a cherry can remain unplucked."
Ann started stroking her finger in and out of the bound girl, feeling the wetness coating her digit. Then she started to rub her palm against Faith's clit, mashing it before rolling it in circles. She looked into Faith's eyes again. "Do you like what I'm doing to you, girl?"
Faith cast her eyes down in embarrassment at the question. "It feels nice, Aunt Ann; embarrassing but nice." Ann kept up her movements and, in very little time, had to wrap her arm around Faith's waist to support her as an intense orgasm rocked her body and caused her to wobble unsteadily.
"Very responsive," remarked Ann. "I like that in a girl."
Chapter 13
Faith was having second thoughts and was once again regretting her promise to remain a slavegirl for the rest of the summer in exchange for the promise of being released at the end of it. She could tell that she was changing and she was not at all sure that was a good thing.
Activities or events that would have shocked her before were starting to seem more normal now. Things that she would have found repulsive were becoming part of everyday life. What was worse was that there seemed to be a never-ending stream of new experiences that were being thrust upon her. She worried that she would never be able to return to being just a girl.
Being treated like a pony or being bound or having her nipple clamps were examples of normal existence now that would have been unthinkable before the summer started. Being kept naked was another example. While she loved the all-over tan that she was developing, it would have been considered wanton and obscene by her just a month earlier.
Now, another aunt had been introduced to her predicament. Aunt Ann had become a regular visitor since that first day when she had discovered that her niece was a beautiful, naked slavegirl and took great joy in playing with the girl. Faith wondered how she would ever be able to face others at future family reunions. Who would know about her? Would they all be snickering behind her back?
"I have a surprise for you, little one," said Ann as she rubbed down Faith. Faith had just pulled her aunt around the property for the previous hour. "At least I'm getting plenty of exercise," thought Faith. After the run, Ann had hosed her down and dried her and now was working her muscles to loosen them. Faith was lying on her belly on a table in the barn as Ann's fingers kneaded her tight muscles and worked the oil into her skin. The massage had become part of Ann's ritual after taking the girl for a ride. After the muscles were lovingly massaged, Faith would be told to roll over and the process would be repeated on her front. The ritual always ended up with Ann oiling and teasing the full breasts as she played with Faith's sex, coaxing a series of orgasms out of her.
"What surprise, Aunt Ann?"
"You'll just have to wait until the weekend, little one," grinned Ann. "It will be exciting." Faith was not so sure. True to the ritual, however, Faith body tensed as she uttered low guttural sounds as her aunt brought her to orgasm over and over again.
The rest of the week was pretty normal, if the life of a slavegirl can be considered normal. There was sex, pony training, sex, pampering, sex, serving, sex and more sex. Finally, the weekend arrived.
Faith was once again blindfolded. She was naked but for that and the armbinder that encased her arms behind her back, stretching her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward obscenely. A ring gag was lodged behind her teeth, keeping her mouth open uncomfortably wide and effectively eliminating any form of speech from her. Finally, her ears had been plugged with a thick foam that eliminated all but the loudest of sounds. She stood mute, deaf, and blind in the center of the room.
She heard what sounded like a door closing and she could feel people moving around the room as their feet touched the floor. She held her breath for a moment to try to hear to get some idea of how many people were in the room but the foam frustrated her efforts.
A hand lifted her left breast and bounced it several times. Another hand did the same with her right breast. She could tell by the positioning of the thumbs, which were strumming her nipples, that the hands belonged to two different people. She felt the unwanted but delicious thrills rushing through her body as her breasts were toyed with.