A New Life

Chapter 25

       Sheila led the way to the shower/toilet area.  They were able to get in a few words as they walked.

       “At first I thought Donald was gay...obviously not.” Tuesday offered.

       “He's bi.”  Sheila replied.  “He can be as gay as he wants to be...sometimes I think that's really his preference.  He'll fuck anything.  And I mean anything.  Helena once challenged him to a suck and fuck off in the stables.  Some said it was a tie; I think he won.  Of course he could cheat.  He has hands.”  Tuesday considered this while Sheila added. “You did well on those two.  Let's see how the rest turn out.”

       The conversation in the dining area was, as expected, about Tuesday.

       “You seemed like a bit of a bitch there for a few minutes.”  Donald said to Priscilla. “I didn't think that was your style.”

       “I thought I would see how easily intimidated she was.  She isn't.  But she has a great tongue, I'll give her that.”  Donald nodded.

       “She's spectacular.” He turned to the other two women. “You've got a treat coming.”

       All the slaves and assets were normally kept in a state of sexual frustration.  All had high levels of sexual desire; that was one of the criteria for acceptance.  All received just enough opportunities to release that desire but to keep it at a quivering pitch.  In anticipation of Tuesday's new status everyone was recently satiated.  The previous night held a flurry of fucking, all under the careful control of the staff. Otherwise, Tuesday would have found her tasks all too easy.  They watched her return.

       The Lady Beth was watching too, by remote video display.  Charles and Christine also enjoyed the scenario from the comfort of their apartment, as did the Roscoes from their office. Sheila brought Tuesday over to the next woman selected.  Tuesday noticed that the other occupants of the room had left.

       “Miss Dawn...this is the new house slut Tuesday.” Sheila began the introduction. “Slut Tuesday, meet Miss Dawn.”  Tuesday dropped to her knees in front of the woman, her forehead almost touching the woman's bare feet.

       “Miss Dawn.  May this slut please you...serve you with her mouth and body.  Would you be so gracious as to fill this mouth with your piss or allow me give you pleasure with it? Please allow me to serve you as a slut should.” Dawn lifted her chin with a toe. Tuesday saw a lovely face; a strawberry and cream complexion with high cheekbones, emerald green eyes surrounded by auburn hair so dark as to almost be brunette.  She looked down at the beautiful face, now clean of Priscilla's slime.

       “You may.  Start with this.”  Dawn wiggled the toe that had lifted her chin.  Tuesday sucked the toe into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around it. She treated it like it was a small cock.  She teased it and sucked it; then moved to the next one.  One by one she orally worshiped Dawn’s little piggies. 

       “Slut.  The term fits you.  You’re not a whore.”  Dawn began. “A whore has a business.  She rents her body or her mouth for money.  You do this because you like it.  You like sucking cocks and pussies.  You get wet wanting to slide your tongue into someone’s asshole.  Admit it.”  She watched Tuesday as she spoke, the eyes looking back over the foot in her mouth.  She saw Tuesday smile and nod slightly to the accusations.  Tuesday stuck out her tongue, and grinning began to wash the top of her foot.

       She licked the top of the foot up to the ankle.  Then she started over on the sole.  Fortunately the floors were washed several times a day.  Since most everyone went barefoot and very few went outdoors, there was little dirt available to soil the feet of the occupants.  Tuesday began licking the bottom of the foot in her hands, placing her mouth against the arch, sucking and licking.  Dawn squirmed from the sensation. Tuesday held the foot up and began licking the ball of the foot.  She opened her mouth, pressing it against the skin just below the toes.  She swirled her tongue while dragging her upper teeth down the sole toward the heel.  She gently scratched the sole all the way to the heel, returned to the ball of the foot and repeated the process.  The third trip was all Dawn could stand.  She jerked at the hands holding the foot firmly to the sucking, teasing mouth. 

       Tuesday lifted her face from the foot, grinning at the woman above her.  He held on to the foot with one hand and grasped the other foot with her free hand.  The ankle of the next target was held firmly and Tuesday placed her mouth on the ankle just above heel and bit gently.  She chewed on the Achilles tendon, biting carefully and sucking at the skin.  She reversed the trip that she had made on the first foot; finally arriving at the toes for their sucking and licking worship.

       Tuesday then placed her tongue on the top of the second foot and. while smiling into Dawn’s eyes, began drawing it up the ankle, past the shin, over the knee to the thigh, arriving after a slow tortuous trip to the juncture with Dawn’s abdomen.  She began sucking the tender skin in the fold of the leg.  She continued her washing over to the other fold, plucking with her lips and licking at the stretched skin.  Tuesday placed her hands above the woman’s pubis and stretched the skin, opening the pussy and revealing the clitoris hiding within its hood.  She placed her thumbs to either side of the protuberance and pulled the hood away, exposing the sensitive fleshy knob.  She gave it a lick and then blew across the wet flesh.  Dawn quivered as the cooling breeze swept across.  Tuesday repeated the action, paused, then applied her lips and gently sucked.  She widened her oral attack and licked at the clit, then narrowed her lips to suck again.  After several times she stuck out her tongue and slid it down to the dripping opening below.  She slurped the fluid, thick and stringy, not nearly as copious as what Priscilla produced. She stirred the goo with her tongue, dipping in and retrieving what she could.  Her tongue drug a thick slug of the slippery stuff back up to bathe the clit.  She began to massage the nub with the slime, adding her saliva to the mix. She trapped the clit with an open mouth, swirling the liquid around while licking and sucking. She swallowed only a small amount, using the liquid as a hydraulic amplifier as she pushed and pulled with her tongue.

       Tuesday brought her fingers to the opening of Dawn’s pussy, slipping two fingers inside under her chin.  She reached up to rub the clit from underneath.  She looked into the brilliant green eyes as she swallowed the mouthful of fluid and began to simply lick and suck the clit.  She saw Dawn’s eyes grow wide; her eyelids fluttered and started to roll back under her upper lids.  Her mouth quivered and opened; Tuesday felt her body tense and knew an orgasm was imminent.  She didn’t expect what came next.  She kept rubbing the inside while sucking on Dawn’s clit.  The first spurt caught Tuesday’s chin, then Tuesday backed away slightly and caught the next spurt with her mouth.  She continued the rubbing  and suddenly Dawn jerked and bucked, the fluid spraying across Tuesday’s face and hair; as Dawn squirmed and shuddered with closed eyes she continued to spray as Tuesday rubbed.  Her fingers stopped and Dawn slumped into her chair.

       Tuesday slowly rose from the floor and moved to place her mouth close to Dawn’s ear.

       “I want to spend an afternoon sucking your ass and pussy.  Then I want you to hang me upside down and whip my pussy while pissing in my mouth.  Please?”  She spoke quietly so no one else could hear.  Dawn’s eyes fluttered open during Tuesday’s request.

       “Your place or mine?”  Was all she said.

       

Chapter 26

       Tuesday stood up and looked around.  Sheila was standing, watching, amazed as the rest of the spectators.

       “Who’s next?” Tuesday asked.  She saw the remaining unsatisfied woman at the table, eyes glowing and licking her lips.  She had dirty blonde hair, hanging just above her shoulders.  Dark blue eyes seemed to dance while full lips were caressed by a long and practiced tongue.  She was lovely, as were all the assets.  Her large breasts were tipped with wide areola and long nipples.  Her waist seemed too small, accentuating her hips.  She spread her legs revealing labia that were swollen and parted.  A large clit peeked out from between the lips, the entire area moist and dripping. 

       Tuesday’s eyes widened at the sight.  The woman was smiling in anticipation of what she would require of the new house slut.  She crooked her finger at Tuesday, beckoning her.  Tuesday walked over as Sheila made the introduction.

       “Miss Rebecca…this is slut Tuesday.” She turned to a smiling Tuesday and said “Slut Tuesday, this is Miss Rebecca.”  Tuesday began to kneel and opened her mouth to begin her begging.

       “Hush. We've all been there.”  Rebecca said quietly while placing a finger against Tuesday’s lips.  She smiled at the new house slut and took her by the hand and turned her so that her back was against the table.  She pushed Tuesday back, onto the table, never breaking eye contact.  The table was rectangular; Tuesday was laying along its length.  Rebecca pulled her over until her head fell off one end.  Rebecca stepped up and spread her thighs apart, her fingers opening the wet swollen folds and placing them against Tuesday’s mouth.  She sighed as Tuesday began to worship the pussy placed onto her face.  As Tuesday sucked, Rebecca leaned over and began slapping the inside of Tuesday’s thighs.  The legs spread open, the knees falling over the edge.  Tuesday hadn’t yet earned her cuffs and collar but she felt cuffs being applied to her ankles.  They were pulled down and fastened somewhere; she couldn’t pull them back.  Rebecca reached over and began pulling at Tuesday’s labia, stretching and opening her pussy.  Her fluid began to spill onto the table, puddling under her thighs.  Rebecca slapped at the stiff bulge protecting and teasing the clit beneath.  The impacts served only to remind Tuesday that the tickler was still there, the disturbance added little to the stimulation that she was already getting.  Her mouth was covered by the open, flowing hole between Rebecca’s thighs, her nose poking up into the fragrant pucker.  Breathing was difficult at best.  She could mouth slightly, getting a brief gasp with her mouth or a sniff with her nose; but air was becoming a priority.  Rebecca lifted up onto her toes and spread her labia with her fingers as Tuesday was about to raise an alarm.  As her mouth opened and a welcome gulp of air entered her throat, it was followed by a blast of hot salty urine.  Tuesday choked and sputtered, swallowing as she could, breathing between gulps. The piss burned her throat beyond where her breathing passages started.  Her eyes burned as well, tears flowing to drip to the floor. Her ears were covered by Rebecca’s thighs so as not to be able to hear the instructions of her new captor. 

       Rebecca directed that Tuesday’s feet be drawn back up and fastened to her thighs, spread and secured widely apart. Lines were wrapped under her knees and pulled back to open and reveal both Tuesday’s cunt and asshole.  A bottle of lube was produced.  Rebecca had finished her pissing and settled back down on Tuesday’s face.  Tuesday was able to tip her head back far enough to gain an opening for her nose between the cheeks of the ass imprisoning her face.  She felt the lube being poured across her open pussy and down the crack of her ass.  Fingers probed her pussy, spreading the folds and revealing the pink wetness inside.  The opening was stretched and Tuesday could feel fingers pulling and probing, finding the hot cavern within.  A hand was pushed into her cunt; fingers spreading, twisting. A fingertip found her cervix; a fingernail scratched the opening, pushing for an entrance.  A second fingernail joined the first, scraping and punishing the swollen aperture.  Then Tuesday felt fingers spreading the slickness across her asshole and realized what was coming.  The fingers spread her anus, one; then two sliding inside.  They could have been far more brutal than they were; almost like she was simply being given a rather pointed welcome to the group.  More lube was poured over the fingers, another then a fourth was smoothly plunging in and out, a bit deeper each time.  A push…then her anus felt stretched almost to tearing.  Her muffled cries were ignored, her mouth opened to complain filled with the flowing juices of her tormentor.  Priscilla’s eyes were shining, mouth laughing as she pushed her hand past the wrist into Tuesday’s ass, Rebecca’s hand deep inside the soaking cunt.  Rebecca reached over with her other hand, placing it behind Priss’s head and drew her mouth to her own.  Both mouths opened and tongues explored the others' mouth, exchanging saliva, tasting as one. They separated gently; then returned for another exploration.  Their hands had stilled during the interlude; upon parting they resumed their harsh manual fucking of the respective orifices. 

       Once each hand had gained complete entrance and Tuesday was able to secure a source of air, the sensations began to build within her.  Sheila realized what the women's intentions were.

       “She’s not allowed to cum.”  She stated to both of the women plundering Tuesday’s body.

       “Then tell her that.”  Rebecca answered. “It’s not my problem.”  Both women laughed at this.  Shelia stepped around and put her face down under Rebecca’s ass.

       “You can’t cum.  You CAN’T CUM!”  She said loudly to the face captured by Rebecca’s thighs.  “Remember the penalty…”  The threat from the Lady Beth wrenched Tuesday’s mind from the rapturous feelings and she clamped down on both hands inside her.  The many hours of exercise had strengthened those muscles and the women found that their hands were immobilized by the pressure.

       “What?”  Said Rebecca as she felt her hand imprisoned in Tuesday’s internal swamp.  The muscles held each hand like it was captured in frozen syrup.  Movement was possible, but difficult.  Tuesday's mind was in a panic.  She had almost allowed herself an orgasm; the consequences might be too horrendous to bear.  She felt the hands struggling within her loins, but had no intention of letting them complete their intent.

       Rebecca glanced up at her partner in lust and grinned.

       “I think our newly found slut figured out the game.  Too bad.  Now we get to punish her. I guess that's her catch-22.”  Rebecca said to Priscilla.

       “Let her get you off first. You'll enjoy her.”  Priscilla answered.  They each stopped their churning with their hands, relaxing them so that they could extract them.  Tuesday relaxed her muscles and felt the hands withdrawing.  She redoubled her efforts to satisfy the cunt covering her face.  She felt the thighs part slightly and the pussy press a bit more firmly to her mouth.  She began licking and sucking in earnest, moving from the flowing hole to the clit and back.  There was enough opening for her to reach the woman's tight pucker with her tongue; she added that to her targets. 

       Rebecca leaned over and rested her torso on Tuesday's body, her eyes mere inches from the fragrant, open slit of her pussy.  She watched the fluid seemingly bubble up from within as she felt the tongue caress her asshole and pussy. She had to admit; the others had been right.  Tuesday knew what to do with a tongue.  Rebecca could feel the cushions of Tuesday's breasts under her tummy, her own supporting her on the belly beneath her.  For no good reason she began to examine the hard shell protecting the pierced clit beneath.  She thumped it and wiggled it, pulling it to see if there was any slack.  There wasn't.  She attempted to slip a finger under the edge, but the Toymaker knew what he was doing; there was no access. Finally she reached under her and stretched her own pussy open, giving more open access for Tuesday to reach the clit before her tongue.  Tuesday took the opportunity to attach her mouth like a leech to the swollen bud, licking, sucking and generally attacking it as vigorously as she could. 

       That was what Rebecca wanted.  She felt her orgasm building, cresting as she gripped the table and shuddered into Tuesday's hungry mouth.  Tuesday felt the passion, a fresh flood of juice sliding into her mouth; though not the flood that Dawn had treated her with.  Her hands and feet were untied before the thighs capturing her face were removed.  Hands lifted her head and pulled her onto the table and lifted her up to a sitting position.  The transition from down to up left her dizzy; she was aware but unassisting as she was moved down to the floor.  She felt herself being moved away from the table and without warning her back was slashed once, twice, three times with the quirt.  The lashes were delivered with strength, the impacts stung fiercely.  Tuesday's eyes filled with tears, both from the pain and confusion.  She had obeyed the Lady Beth.  Nothing else mattered.

       “I believe she had good reason to reject your efforts.”  The Lady Beth's voice came from behind her.  She turned on her knees to see Lady Beth standing before the group. She was wearing a tight, short dress; slit up one thigh.  It appeared somewhat oriental and fit her like skin.  She wore black stilettos; the Lady was exquisite.  Through teary eyes she watched the Lady Beth step up to her and shimmy the hem of the skirt up to her waist; she wasn't wearing underwear, just a garter to hold up the black seamed stockings. The Lady Beth spread her legs and using one hand, parted the lips of her pussy.  A solid stream of piss struck Tuesday's face before she had a chance to react; then her mouth opened and Tuesday began to swallow and attempted to catch the stream as it moved around, soaking her face and hair.  The stream became a trickle; then a drip.  Tuesday moved up to wash her mistress's pussy with her tongue; then moved her face to the floor and began to slurp and lick the piss that had puddled there.

       “Come along.  You have exercises to do.”  The Lady said and turned on her heels.