Meg attached new collars to their necks, which she told them would send electric shocks through them if they left the property. They believed her and stayed within the boundaries before returning to cool down and sun by the pool. It was a luxury for a slavegirl. Eventually, they returned to their rooms, bathed and enjoyed some wonderful lovemaking before falling asleep in each other's arms.
Meg looked down at her two pets seeing them as a tangled mass of intertwined arms and legs with their lips pressed together. The brown lush hair atop both heads fanned across the pillows as the two girls slept and she almost felt guilty about awakening them. But she had plans, even though the two slaves were unaware of the upcoming events. With some reluctance, she raised the crop and swung it down to catch Emily's smooth bottom only to lift it again quickly to do the same to Jane.
"Up girls!" commanded Meg. "We have a busy night ahead of us. I think a bath with this bath oil would be in order. No makeup. I want you both with a French braid. And don't bother dressing. I will be back in one hour to collect you." With that, she left, locking the door behind her.
"What's up?" asked Jane.
"How am I supposed to know?" responded Emily. "But we better get moving if we're going to get those braids done."
Fifty five minutes later, they had completed their assignments and were standing together in front of the mirror. "We really do look like a matched pair," observed Jane.
"Hardly," replied Emily. "You are more top heavy than me."
Chapter 12: The Boxes Unchecked
Meg returned on time and attached leashes to both of her girls. "We have guests tonight," she said, causing each girl to tense and pull back only to feel their collars tighten around their necks. "I expect both of you to behave and to make us proud."
Each girl had her wrists bound behind her back and each girl had her elbows lashed together also. "Battle of the Bosoms," thought Emily as she glanced down and saw her breasts protruding as invitingly as Jane's. Then, the reluctant slaves were led down the hall toward the voices in the living room. They each wanted to die when they emerged into the room to find Bob talking with three elegantly dressed couples.
"I present to you my finest catches yet: Emily and Jane. Feel free to enjoy them, but please acquaint yourselves with their tags first." Bob stood proudly beside his two catches and then patted Emily's bottom, urging her forward into the small crowd.
"Oh my gawwwwd!" thought Emily as she saw every eye on her roaming over her nudity. Jane was urged forward a moment later and quickly the two slaves found themselves circled by the guests and being poked, prodded and pinched.
One of the women, an attractive redhead in her mid-forties, reached forward and clasped the tag dangling from Jane's collar. "Ridley," she observed. "I think I know your parents." Jane's eyes went wide in fear as she heard the words and wondered how she would ever explain her current predicament to her conservative mother and father. "Don't worry," the woman whispered as she tweaked Jane's nipple. "It'll be our secret."
Then the woman turned to Bob. "Short. Simple. But very effective, Bob. It gets the message across."
Bob smiled. "Thank you, Roz."
"Which one gives better head?" asked a man who had claimed Emily's left breast.
"They are new enough that I haven't had a lot of time to evaluate them," replied Bob. "But so far, I'd give them both A+."
Emily breathed a sigh of relief at those words. She was afraid that he was going to reveal her earlier failure. She was also being very distracted by all of the hands moving over her body. It seemed that no part of her was left untouched. Even her bottom cheeks were spread for inspection back there.
"How are they with anal?" asked the man who was currently holding Emily's cheeks apart.
"Haven't gotten around to it yet," was Bob's answer. "Keep in mind we've only owned them for a couple of days."
"We'll have to fix that tonight," was the response.
"Maybe," was Bob's noncommittal reply.
"Prime property," said a black-haired woman in her mid-twenties. "Are you planning to show them?"
"We'll have to see, Liz," answered Meg. "We haven't quite decided what to do with them. They sort of dropped into our laps and we haven't had a chance to make any plans."
"I'm sure they'd be winners," Liz went on. "There's a show tomorrow night if you want to give them a trial run."
"Oh really?" said Meg, musingly. "I had no idea. We might just have to do that."
Emily just about jumped out of her skin as a finger stabbed into her sex followed by a second and then a third digit. Emily looked down to see the blonde woman in front of her with three fingers disappearing inside of her.
"How is she with a fist?" asked the blonde.
Meg shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know, June. Haven't gotten around to that either."
"Mind if I see?"
"Be my guest," said Meg as she moved around to watch.
Again, Emily's eyes opened wide in surprise as she realized what was about to happen. She wanted to scream and run but knew that she would be punished severely for that. Instead, all that she could do is look down in disbelief as a fourth finger joined the first three.
Two of the men grasped Emily's upper arms to steady her and to hold her in place as June withdrew her glistening fingers. Then, in horror, Emily saw the woman tuck her thumb against her palm and start to slowly move the assembly in and out as a little bit more of the hand disappeared inside of her with each push.
"Thankfully, she's very wet," exclaimed June.
"They are both like that all the time," responded Meg. "It's the most amazing thing. I call them my matched pair."
"Well this part of the match is going to waste over here," said a man who was currently inspecting Jane's bottom.
"Okay, Ted," laughed Bob. "Go for it."
Ted wasted no time and very quickly Jane found herself bent over the back of an upholstered chair. She heard a zipper being lowered and knew that her upthrust bottom was likely going to be too tempting of a target to resist. Within moments, she felt a large shaft impaling her sex and let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion. Thankfully, it had been her sex that had been entered instead of her bottom.
By this time, Emily was panting and groaning as June's knuckles were starting to spread her wide. She felt as if she were going to be split in two from the intrusion but the hand seemed to make a little more progress with each thrust. June pushed a little harder causing Emily to let out a long, low groan but allowing the hand to pop inside of her.
"Oh yes," murmured June as her fingers started dancing over the walls inside of Jane's sex. "So soft. So velvety. So warm and wet in here."
Emily felt her body perspiring and felt her body trembling as the fingers moved over every inch inside of her. Then a finger found her cervix and started slowly pressing against it. At first, Emily felt the pressure. Then she felt a little discomfort. Finally she felt pain as the insistent finger kept pushing causing Emily to rise up onto her toes to try to escape.
"Come back here, little one," laughed June as she reached up, grabbing Emily's nipple and pulling down hard on it. Reluctantly, Emily returned to standing on her heels but then groaned again as the finger was successful in penetrating into her womb and in sending pain through her body.
At the very same moment, Ted had pulled out of Jane and repositioned his glistening cock at her little rosebud, pushing forward until the tip of his cock opened her bottom and slipped inside.
"Oh my gawwwwddd!" groaned each girl simultaneously as they felt the new attacks on their bodies.