Kelly's other hand reached between Alana's legs and found the recently denuded sex. Fingers danced over the flesh before starting to concentrate on the petals. The petals were opened and Kelly felt the slick lubrication being produced by her captive, knowing that this meant that Alana was highly aroused by all of this. With one finger rapidly pumping in and out of her slave's bottom, she curled two fingers together and slipped them into Alana's sex.
Grace was not to be left out of the action. She released the slavegirl's arms and knelt beside Alana. She saw the full breasts swaying back and forth as they dangled beneath her chest and reached out, claiming a breast in each hand. Alana's head was spinning as her moral sensibilities were challenged so extremely while, at the same time, her body was responding marvelously to the attentions of the mother and daughter. She had never felt so alive in her entire life and she was enjoying sensations that she never imagined existed.
Kelly kept her fingers moving but added a new twist. She would lean down and kiss an upturned bottom cheek and then she would do one of two things. Sometimes, she would run her tongue over the taut flesh sending additional waves of pleasure through the bound girl. Other times, she would use her teeth to capture a tender morsel of the flesh and bite down on it, eliciting a squeal or a yelp or a shriek. All of this added to the confused state of Alana's mind and the fingers and tongues and lips moved her closer and closer to a climax.
Grace used her fingers to stroke the dangling breasts, wrapping her fingers and thumb around each one at the base and then squeezing as she drew her hands downward toward the nipple. This milking action was repeated time and again and at the end of each downward journey, the nipples were grasped and stretched downward, causing Alana to moan loudly as her breasts were drawn away from her body.
Several times, the pair of captors stopped, leaving Alana breathless and panting. After a few more moments, they would start again and drive her closer to an orgasm. But each time, they stopped until Alana was begging them for release. Her entire body seemed to be on fire and aching to climax.
"Oh please just let me cum," she begged at last.
"Slavegirls receive their pleasure when their owners decide that the time is right," replied Kelly.
"Oh Kelly, Kelly, Kelly!" pleaded Alana as one of Kelly's fingers speared into Alana's bottom over and over again. "Let me cum. Please. I will do anything."
Grace's ears perked up at those words. She glanced at Kelly and nodded. Kelly followed up on the comment with some questions to her new property.
"Anything?" asked Kelly. "What do you mean by anything?" Just then, she stopped all movement of her fingers but kept them embedded within the slave.
"Oh gawwwwwwwwdddddddd!" groaned Alana. "Please don't stop!"
Kelly pulled her finger out of the girl's bottom long enough to give her slave a hard slap. "I asked you a question, Alana. I expect an answer."
Alana yelped again as she was spanked by the teenager and then gasped as the finger was reinserted into her rectum.
"Anything. Anything. Just please let me cum. I'm going crazy."
"What can a girl who has already signed away her life have to offer?" asked Kelly.
"Oh god," said the hyper-aroused girl. "I would even do it for real at this point. I am your slave forever if you just let me cum."
"Oh, my gosh," thought Grace. "This couldn't be turning out better. We already have the legal document to own her, but she doesn't know it and just thinks that it's a game. Now she's willing to do it for real in her mind. This will make things much easier."
Grace leaned close and whispered into Alana's ear. "I accept your offer, sweet pet. Tomorrow, I will give you to Kelly as a birthday present. Tonight, you can have your beautiful orgasm."
Then, Grace leaned back and nodded to Kelly. As Kelly started to move Alana back toward an orgasm, Grace renewed her attentions to the dangling, ripe breasts. It took only seconds to send the girl into orbit and she shrieked as the intensity of her climax wracked her body. Alana passed out and the two other women had to carry her to the bed after drying her body. Alana was tied, spread-eagle, across the bed in the master suite and did not awaken until morning. Kelly slept on one side of the comatose girl as Grace slept on the other side. Each laid on their sides cradling a naked breast in a hand.
Chapter 5: Becoming a Slave
Friday morning brought the reality of the situation home for Alana. She was totally immobile when she awakened with a pair of female lips pressed against each of her breasts. Both of her captors were sound asleep but Alana quickly remedied that by screaming and bouncing in the bed as much as her bindings would allow.
"You raped me!" she shrieked. "I thought you were my friends and you raped me!"
"Hush girl," said Grace in a soothing voice. "We did nothing of the sort. Did you have a bad dream?"
"That was no dream, you bitch! You raped me!"
"Oh my," replied Grace. "I will admit that there was sex involved, but I would hardly call it rape. After all, you were the only one to climax. Plus, we have your papers."
"What papers?" Alana hissed. She was truly pissed off at this point. She didn't know what had gotten into her the evening before. Maybe they had drugged her. But she was irate now. They had bound her. They had marched her across the yard naked. They had shaved her sex. They had raped her. And they had even raped her virgin bottom. And then, they had the audacity to tie her to their bed and sleep with her! She was no lesbian!
"My dear," said Grace as she squeezed one of Alana's breasts, "you belong to us now. You are mere property."
"What are you talking about?"
"You are our slave. And since today is Kelly's birthday, you will become my birthday present to her. It might be the nicest toy I have ever given her," smiled Grace.
"Slavery is illegal!" insisted Alana.
"Well, yes and no," replied Grace. She paused for a moment before continuing to let Alana settle down a bit. "Forced slavery is illegal. That violates a lot of laws. Voluntary slavery has been seen by the courts as simply the will of consenting adults. And, my dear, you consented. You belong to us."
"You can't be serious!" Alana spit out.
Grace picked up the scroll that lay beside the bed and unrolled it to the appropriate sections. She read the parts about owning body, mind and soul aloud to Alana. And then she rolled down to where Alana had signed her full name on the parchment. Setting the scroll aside, she reached for the remote control and turned on the television and VCR. There, Alana watched in horror as she heard herself. "Oh god I would even do it for real at this point. I am your slave forever if you just let me cum." The words from the tape kept ringing in her ears even after they were far past.
"I think that the courts would consider this a binding contract," smiled Grace. "Now, little pet. We can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way. I will enjoy it either way, but you might have a preference."
Alana just collapsed backward onto the bed. If she hadn't been bound so spread out, she probably would have curled up into the fetal position and cried. As it was, she just stared at the ceiling. Kelly laid on her side and propped her head up on her hand, using her other hand to stroke and caress the bound slavegirl. Grace did the same thing and Alana felt fingers teasing and probing and tweaking her breasts, belly and sex.