Back in the dungeon, Laura snuggled back into her master's lap. He had instructed her to disrobe him so she arose and helped him out of his clothes. Now, a naked master held a naked slavegirl.
They both watched in wonderment as Mark fucked Ann. Pierre had expected Ann to protest violently when he offered her to her son. But she had been relatively docile about the incest other than a few feeble utterances. Laura had expected Mark to spill his seed into his mother quickly since he always did that with her. Instead, the master-son slowly stroked his cock in and out of the slave-mother as they looked into each other's eyes.
Pierre finally lifted Laura off his lap and led her to the cross next to Ann's. He fastened her to it and then stretched her tight. Then he walked over to Mark and tapped him on the shoulder. "May I cut in?"
"Yes, of course," replied Mark. He slid his cock out of his mother and kissed her once again before moving over to the other cross and embedding himself into the bound Laura. Pierre slid his cock back into Ann and then started a conversation with Mark.
"What do you think about the party?" he asked.
"Best party I ever attended," Mark replied.
"Yes, it's a nice one," said Pierre. "What do you think about my slavegirl?"
"Which one?" asked Mark.
Pierre thought for a moment. He had meant Laura. But then it dawned on him that he owned Ann for the evening. And even Monique might be considered his slavegirl tonight. "Any of them," he answered.
"They are fabulous," Mark responded. Then he grunted as he drove his cock deep into Laura, causing her to gasp as it banged against her cervix. She couldn't believe the conversation that was going on. The two males were fucking the two females but were acting like they were chatting over a drink at the club after work.
"Let's switch," said Pierre. He slid out of Ann and Mark slipped out of Laura. Pierre moved to the other cross and quickly impaled Laura. Mark took a break to take off his clothes and, once naked, impaled his mother again. Ann was beyond caring what she did or who did what to her. She was a slavegirl who was lost deep in the recesses of her mind.
"Oh, here's the dungeon," a female voice said. Two fully clothed women stepped into the room. "I knew we'd find it eventually."
"Welcome ladies," said Pierre as he plunged back into Laura's depths causing her to groan. "Feel free to use the equipment or just pull up a chair."
"Thanks," said one of them. "I think we'll just watch for a bit. Beautiful girls you have there."
Pierre and Mark switched again. Chatting with the newcomers was a bit of a distraction but it did not prevent them from climaxing. Mark deposited his seed in Laura. Pierre did the same into Ann and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I don't need a brand. I have just marked you as mine."
Ann breathed a sigh of relief that the hot iron in the fire would not be used on her but also felt a strange combination of emotions. She was proud that Pierre considered her to be his and viewed that ownership as an accomplishment. She also, strangely enough, was a little disappointed that he would not be permanently marking her as he did with Laura. Maybe that would come later.
"It doesn't look like you finished them off," said one of the spectators. "Are they allowed to cum?"
"Yes, they are," replied Pierre. "They aren't under any restrictions at the moment."
"Would you mind if we finish them?" the woman asked.
Pierre looked to Mark and nodded. "Be our guest," replied Mark as he stepped aside from Laura. The women stepped forward and stood in front of the bound slaves. Fingers trailed over naked flesh and lips and teeth toyed with stiff nipples. Ann started moaning immediately. She was already worked up into a fevered pitch and thought this was the most erotic day of her life. She climaxed just from having her nipples bitten but the woman continued to toy with her body.
Both women knelt before the captives and leaned forward to kiss the sticky pussies in front of them, finishing by flicking their tongues over the sensitive clits and causing both slaves to gasp. Then they worked fingers into the wet tunnels and kept adding more fingers, stretching the girls, as they slowly pumped in and out of the aroused bodies.
"Ohmigod!" gasped Ann as she realized what was about to happen. She looked down and saw the woman in front of her tucking her thumb alongside her fingers. "Ohmigod! I couldn't," she said. "Could I?"
The woman just smiled up at her as she started to slowly push her way into Ann's body. Ann glanced over at Laura and saw the wrist sticking out of her sex and then looked back at the woman who was threatening to do the same to her. "Please," she whimpered.
The woman kept smiling as she worked her fingers in and out of Ann until, with one final push, the hand popped into the slave's body. "Ohmigod!" groaned Ann.
Pierre and Mark were fascinated by the sight. The two beautiful slaves were being fisted by two beautiful mistresses. Both men were hard and Mark was stroking his cock. Pierre glanced over at him and saw him masturbating. "Save that for later," he advised. "The girls will need it." Mark dropped his hand away from his throbbing member.
Fingers explored the dark, damp recesses. Fists curled and pounded against cervixes. At one point, Ann felt a finger extended and probing at her cervix as if it were trying to push into her womb, causing her to groan as her abdomen cramped from the assault. Two tongues started flickering over the sensitive clits and both girls started climaxing. Over and over again, Ann's body convulsed with explosive orgasms until, finally, she fainted.
When she awoke, the two women were gone. "Is it safe yet?" she asked.
Pierre just chuckled. "You have been safe the entire evening, my dear."
At the end of the evening, only the eight of them were left. The four dominants sat in a circle in the great room and the four slaves knelt inside the circle. Ann was facing Pierre at his feet and he was stroking the backs of his fingers over her breasts. "I have been looking forward to our evening together." Then he looked at all of the four kneeling slaves. "You were the wife of the party."
Ann smiled proudly, knowing that he was talking about her. Monique knew that he was talking about Ann but smiled and thought to herself, "I was a pretty good wife of the party, too."
Steve shuddered as he wondered if Pierre had some new plan for his enslavement that would involve sissifying him or worse. Laura was just confused. There were three wives present. All of them were naked and kneeling and were slaves. "Who's the wife of the party?" she thought. "It looks like there are three of us."