Thankfully, it would be a couple of years before Brigitte would realize that anything was different about her parents. Perhaps by that time, thought Laura, things will have changed and they would no longer be owned. But if things didn't change, would Brigitte be a slave too? Several times, she started to ask Monique that very question. But each time, she stopped herself. She dreaded the answer and decided it best to avoid asking the question at all.
Monique finished her inspection of the naked slave couple and sent them on their ways to perform their duties. Steve was to finish preparing the garden so he gathered his tools and headed into the yard. Laura watched as her husband strode into the sunlight in all of his naked glory and admired how toned and tan he was.
Laura had a light day ahead of her. She had to clean and straighten the bedrooms but was then to have the rest of the day to relax in preparation for Katherine's party later that evening.
Chapter 2
Laura finished nursing Brigitte and put her down to bed for the night. She looked at the clock and realized that she still had plenty of time to prepare for the party. Steve was sound asleep. He had spent an exhausting day, laboring naked in the garden. Laura had watched him from their bedroom window and marveled at the way he was able to keep his cock hard even while wielding the shovel and pickaxe. Monique had given him the assignment of being constantly erect and ready to serve. Over the years, he had mastered that skill.
Even now, as he slumbered, his huge pole thrust upward from his reclining body. This was even more amazing to Laura since she had watched him use it earlier while she had been admiring him from the bedroom. Monique had paid him a visit and had him service her. It was not a loving act and Laura was far beyond the days when watching her husband fuck another woman would have made her jealous. Monique had simply pulled up her skirt, leaned back against the patio table and beckoned her boy to her. Steve had obeyed and easily slid his cock into his Mistress' waiting sex. The coupling only lasted about ten minutes and Laura could see that Monique experienced at least two orgasms. Laura could also tell that Monique had obviously commanded Steve to cum because she saw his body tense and his head roll back as his face turned red. All were telltale signs that he had climaxed. And yet, here he was, less than an hour later, with a raging erection as he slept.
Laura padded to the door and slipped into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind her. She walked down the hall to Katherine's room and gently knocked.
"Hi pet," beamed Katherine as she opened the door. She quickly pulled Laura into her room and kissed her, hugging the slavegirl to her. "Mmmm, you always taste so sweet."
"Thank you, Mistress," replied Laura, feeling herself blush slightly. Despite having her modesty stripped from her over the past two years, she still found it embarrassing to be owned and so totally controlled by this girl who had just turned twenty.
"How should I prepare for the party, Mistress?" asked Laura.
Katherine sat down on the edge of the bed and Laura knelt at her feet as she had been taught. Katherine reached out and cradled the full, firm breasts in her palms, holding them and enjoying their weight as she replied. "Nothing special, little one. It will be pretty much the same crowd as the last party.
Laura shuddered slightly as she remembered Katherine's last party, or at least the last party she had attended. It had been four months earlier and Laura had been eight months pregnant at the time. Five of Katherine's closest friends and their boyfriends had been in attendance. Laura's belly had been huge but all of the partiers seemed to be fascinated with her shape rather than repulsed by it.
Laura had spent much of the evening serving the partygoers, bringing them food and drink and being generously fondled, pinched and probed. After dinner was finished, Steve was assigned to clear the table and clean up while Laura was taken to the great room for entertainment.
As proof that the partiers were fascinated by her form, each of the boys fucked her at least once. Each of the girls had her service them with her tongue. And two of the girls took turns fisting her as she lay bound to the top of a table. After finishing cleaning up, Steve had joined them and witnessed his wife being the sexual plaything of a group of teens and young adults. It had been a very long night and she had been tired and sore for days.
"Oh, but do wear the hoops. They are so much easier to put on and remove. And some of my friends might be thirsty."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Laura as she felt a renewed blush spread across her cheeks. Ever since Brigitte had been born, her breasts had become a family favorite. It seemed like Pierre, Monique and Katherine each had a hunger for fresh milk and she frequently found herself nursing them. Now, the milk that her body produced for her baby was about to be shared with friends. It was clear that she was going to be the group's sex toy again for the evening.
"Oh, and tease out your hair," Katherine continued. "I want you to look wild and feline tonight."
Laura padded back down the hall and slipped silently back into her room. She was tempted to straddle her husband for a quick fuck to take the edge off her nerves but she knew that would be unwise. Neither of them were allowed orgasms without permission.
Instead, she went into the bathroom, drew herself a bath and luxuriated in the tub for the next thirty minutes. Steve awoke during her bath and came in to keep her company, sitting on the edge of the tub.
"Are you ready for tonight?" he asked as his finger lazily traced a circle around one of her nipples.
"It's the same crowd as last time," she replied as she watched his finger glide over her flesh and stiffen her nipple. "I don't know that there's any getting ready about it. I'll probably just get fucked silly again."
"Probably," he responded as he helped her out of the tub. "At least it's just sex that they want. Nothing dangerous."
Laura dried herself and then spent fifteen minutes blow drying her hair in front of the vanity. When she was done, her long blonde mane was enough to make any lion jealous. Very little makeup was allowed although most people would say that none was needed. Laura's natural coloring was beautiful and perfect. A little bit of highlighting for the eyes was all that Laura applied.
Laura kissed her husband and gave his cock a squeeze. "Are you working tonight?"
Steve sighed and nodded. "A slave's work is never done. I'm serving tonight. And Monique said that I would be entertaining Pierre and her in their suite later. I hope to be back by the time they're finished with you."
"I'll see you later then, hun," said Laura as she kissed him again.
"Have fun at the party, love," replied Steve. Laura turned back to him and rolled her eyes before leaving without saying another word.
Chapter 3
"What do you think about my lioness?" asked Katherine of one of her guests as Laura was wheeled into the room. Laura was chained inside of a cage and did indeed look feral. Two chains dangled from the ceiling of the cage, attached to her wrists. They allowed her a fair amount of movement within the cage but she could not lower her hands below the level of her shoulders. Her lower legs were strapped to the floor, leaving her in a kneeling position with her legs spread widely. The position gave her the appearance of a feline about to leap.
"Oh wow!!!" squealed the girl. "She looks fabulous! Just look at her! Is she tamed?"
"Not at all," replied Katherine. "She's totally wild." At that, Laura growled and snarled. Katherine had instructed her before the party that she was to be a wild beast tonight. She was to bite or kick or scratch anyone who came near her. And she was to hiss and growl and snarl as often as she could.