Destiny and Harmony

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

“Aiiieee!!!” squealed Destiny.  She pounded her chest triumphantly with her foot planted in the small of the back of the woman lying on the ground as two other women stripped and bound the prone one.

“Hush, Des,” admonished Harmony.  “You’re acting like an invitation to come capture us.”

“Sorry, Mom,” said Destiny as she stepped back from the woman.  “I guess I got overexcited.”

“Don’t worry, kitten,” replied Harmony.  “We all get caught up in the games from time to time.”

Destiny had graduated from Wardham College ten months earlier.  Each year during her college career, she had participated in the Hellenic Games.  This was her first time in the Old Girl Games which was what the alumnae versions of the Hellenic Games were called.  She was completely into the event and had been for the past month leading up to them.

Harmony was also an alumna of Wardham College and had been actively participating in the Old Girl Games ever since graduation.  She loved the thrill of the competition.  She much preferred to win the events but they were so exciting that she even enjoyed them when her team lost.

Wardham College was founded in 1911 as a women’s college to “develop the leaders of tomorrow.”  Indeed, their alumnae included a former US Senator, several congresswomen, three ambassadors, multiple CEOs, mayors and presidents of non-profit institutions.  There was even a head of state of a South American country who had been a Wardham girl.  The college was living up to its goals.

By 1920, sororities had sprouted up and they became the social core of the college.  The college officials decided to take advantage of this new social network and introduced the Hellenic Games in 1922.  Since the sororities considered themselves to be Greeks, they quickly adopted the Hellenic Games.

The first games were loosely based on the Olympic games of the ancient Greeks.  There were track and field events and wrestling matches.  There were swimming competitions and skill events such as archery.

Two things led to their change over time.  The first was the college administrators realizing that these games were not supporting the college’s mission.  The games were fun and they tested athletic prowess, but they did not build leadership.  The second was that attendance was dwindling.  The girls had better things to do than to spend a fun day competing for a trophy that meant nothing.  By 1925, several of the sororities had dropped out of the games and only about twenty percent of the membership of the remaining sororities participated.

In 1925, the Hellenic Games were changed to pit one sorority against another at a time.  This one-on-one competition got the leadership of the sororities engaged, which furthered the cause of the college.  It also drove participation back up.

For twenty years, the games continued as an Olympic style competition.  The college administrators backed away from running the game because the “Greek Council” was running the show so well.  The Greek Council consisted of the presidents of each of the sororities.

In 1947, the Greek Council decided to change the games into a “capture the flag” competition.  Two sororities would compete against one another as two armies.  The Hellenic Games remained roughly in this format to this day.

The rules of the matches changed over time.  The college administrators did not like some of the changes and tried to intervene.  The solution to the interference was to find a location off campus where the games could be held without the rules that the college wanted to impose.  In 1968, Baldsworth Park in central Virginia became the new home for the games.

Some of the rule changes were designed to make the games more exciting.  Instead of tagging an opponent, the opponent had to be held for thirty seconds.  Then, bindings were added.  Once an opponent was subdued and bound, she had to obey.  The flags were replaced with passwords.  People were capturing the flags too quickly.  By having to extract a secret password from the opponent, the lengths of the games were extended.

When the password rule resulted in some games with no winner by nightfall, the games were extended into Sunday by nightfall.  They turned into thirty six hour events.  Since some girls would surrender early to avoid having to run around all day, a rule was added that made all captives at the end of the game slaves of the winning team until the scheduled end of the game on Sunday night.  This provided motivation to actively avoid capture and to try to capture the opponent.  The uniform was altered.  Rules of interrogation were introduced.  The games turned out to be a fertile ground for cultivating future leaders.

The college tried to step in multiple times over the years.  Each time, they were rebuked by the Greek Council.  The games were no longer a college sanctioned event and the sororities were not about to put up with interference.

For five weeks during the spring, the sororities would compete.  On numerous other weekends throughout the year, alumnae would return and compete for old times sake.  Girls ranging in age from twenty two to sixty two would select the games that suited them best and compete.  It was a tradition that all Wardham girls valued and cherished. 

The Old Girl events were fashioned after the Hellenic Games in which the sororities competed against one another.  They started by maintaining the sororities as the basis for teams but quickly evolved.  Some sororities drew many more sisters than others and the lopsided wins caused changes in the way the games were organized.  Over the years, various themes were developed and introduced.  Also, a lottery system was created to make sure that attendance was sufficient for each of the matches scheduled throughout the year.

Harmony had pulled some strings to get Destiny into the same weekend as her and on her team.  Old Girl Games were held throughout the year and were highly subscribed to.  It was usually very difficult to arrange for a particular individual to be on your team.  But Harmony was well respected by the organizers of the events.  And they understood Harmony’s desire to be with her daughter during her first alumnae event.

“Liz and Candy, take the captive back to camp and rejoin us as soon as you can.  We’re going to keep moving forward.”  Harmony was in charge of this patrol.  She usually avoided leadership positions during the games.  She much preferred being a scout.  But that was one of the conditions of the organizers.  If Harmony and Destiny were to be on the same team, only one of them could be a scout.  They were afraid that if both of them were allowed to be scouts, then the game would be over in less than an hour and that would result in nobody having any fun.

Each of them had earned nicknames during their tenure at Wardham.  Harmony was known as “The Slaver” because of her activities as a scout.  She was always able to track down and capture the enemy and still held the school record for captures.  Destiny earned the nickname of “The Magician” because of her activities as a scout also.  She was very stealthy and very, very fast.  She would appear out of nowhere and surprise her foe.  She did not capture as many as her mother but she still became legendary.

“Let’s get moving,” Harmony said to her team.  “We still have a lot of blacks to catch.”  Then she gave her daughter’s ass a swat for fun, causing Destiny to yelp in surprise.

The outfits that they wore were identical to the ones worn by the sororities during the Hellenic Games.  Alumnae wore the underclass outfits until the tenth anniversary of their graduation.  After that, the women wore the outfits worn by the upperclasswomen.

This meant that Harmony wore a white toga-like outfit and sneakers.  The outfit consisted of a short skirt with a sash draped over one shoulder and attached to the skirt in front and back.  It covered one breast but left the other exposed.  The underclass version that Destiny wore consisted of just the skirt and sneakers.  Her entire upper body was bare.  The other team wore identical outfits but theirs were black.  And none of the women ever wore underwear during the games.

Destiny thought her mom looked great.  At forty four, she still had the body of a teenager.  Harmony had told her that playing in the Old Girl Games was her secret.  In order to participate and be competitive, she had to exercise all year long.  It was her way of forcing herself into a daily routine that included workouts.

Whatever the method, the results were spectacular as far as Destiny was concerned.  Her narrow waist and flat tummy showed no signs of age.  Her butt was firm and tight and her long shapely legs were muscular and toned.  And her breasts thrust out proudly from her chest, completely defying the gravity that was affecting many of the alumnae.  Destiny hoped that she would be in that kind of shape when she got to her mother’s age.

This wasn’t the first time that she had seen her mother naked or nearly naked.  Harmony had always been a free spirit and had been raised by two flower-child parents.  As a result, there were very few inhibitions in the Collins household.  It was not uncommon for Destiny to find her mother naked as she folded the laundry or her father nude as he swam laps in the pool.  In fact, Destiny was probably more conservative than her parents.

“What are you waiting for, Des?” asked Harmony.  Destiny blushed.  She had been caught daydreaming when she should have been scouting.

“Sorry,” she replied.  “On my way.”  Then she darted off ahead of the group that formed her team.

It was Harmony’s turn to admire her daughter.  Destiny was unbelievably beautiful with soft feminine curves that somehow masked her strong athleticism.  The blonde ponytail was almost horizontal as she dashed off into the forest.  The tiny skirt was a whirlwind of motion as she moved and did nothing to cover her, revealing her firm shapely bottom with every stride.

“Our scout’s off,” announced Harmony.  “Let’s move.”

“I still can’t believe that we have the Slaver and the Magician on our team,” said Dawn.  She was a thirty year old mother of two but since she graduated less than ten years ago, she also wore the underclassman uniform.  “And it’s even harder to believe that the two legends are mother and daughter.”

“Believe it,” replied Harmony.  “But that doesn’t guarantee us a win.  It’s a whole team effort.”

“It’s still good to know we have the two of you on our side,” said Dawn as the group trudged off in the direction Destiny had disappeared.

They had only traveled a few hundred yards when they came upon Destiny.  She was sitting on the butt of a naked, bound woman and was grinning up at them as they entered the clearing.  A tiny pile of black garments was crumpled at her feet.  Destiny pounded on her chest again but held her finger to her lips and then grinned at her mother again.

“How do you do that?” asked Fiona, amazed that someone could single-handedly capture someone else; especially since the captive appeared to be bigger than Destiny and was probably only twenty five or twenty six.

“It’s a trick my mom taught me after my first Games,” replied Destiny.  “You tackle them at the ankles with your rope already in your hand.  You tie their feet together quickly while they’re still stunned.  The rest is easy.”

“She’s a bit of a showoff,” said Harmony.  “And we’re going to have to wait here for some of the others to catch back up with us.  She’s captured so many that our prisoner escorts outnumber the rest of us still on patrol.”

“I’m going to take a dip then, if we’re waiting,” said Destiny.  “I stink.”

She stood up and kicked off her sneakers.  Then she dropped her skirt to the ground and walked nonchalantly to the stream that was running nearby.

Fiona sat down next to Harmony as she watched Destiny’s ass wiggle its way toward the water.  “You must be very proud of her.  She’s so beautiful and so good at the games.”

Harmony smiled at Fiona.  “Yes, I’m very proud of her.  I hope she doesn’t get too cocky, though.  That’s the best way I know to get captured.”

“I think she’ll do fine,” replied Fiona.  “How did you teach her to be so confident in herself?”

“She was always good at everything,” said Harmony.  “She had every reason to be confident.  But for some reason, she never was.  I think it was the Games that gave her the confidence that she has.”

“Whatever it was, I want to grow up to be just like her.”

Harmony laughed.  Fiona was in her mid-thirties and yet she wanted to grow up to be just like the twenty two year old Destiny.  It was actually touching.

“Why did you sign her up for this game?” Fiona continued.  “Why not one of the safer or tamer ones?”

“It was her idea,” replied Harmony.  “I wanted to be with her for her first Old Girl Games.  She wanted the No Return Games.  So we both ended up in them.”

“Have you ever played this one before?”

“Twice,” answered Harmony.  She watched as Destiny splashed playfully in the little pool in the stream.

“Were you ever sold?”

“Once,” said Harmony.  “On my first one, I was sold.  I ended up buying a girl the second time.”

“What was it like?” asked Fiona.  “Being sold, I mean.”

“It was interesting,” Harmony responded.  “Kind of eye opening.”

“I’ll bet,” nodded Fiona.  “Aren’t you worried that your daughter might end up on the auction block?”

“Hmmmmm,” Harmony pondered.  “Yes and no, I guess.  I always worry that my baby will get into a situation that she doesn’t enjoy.  But I don’t worry too much.  After all, if she is sold, it will be a Wardham girl buying her.  Plus, she’s the one who insisted on the No Return Game.”

“Maybe later you can tell me what happened the time you were sold.  I’ve never played any of the long-term capture games before.”

Harmony leaned to her side and kissed Fiona on the cheek.  “Sure, I will.  I’ll tell you all that you care to hear about.”

Four of the patrol members returned from delivering the two previous captures to the jailers.  This let two more take back the most recent one.  Harmony decided to wait a bit longer before starting up again.  At this point, four others were frolicking naked in the stream with Destiny.

There were fifty women per team for this year’s No Return Games.  That was the largest group by far in the five years since this version of the games had been introduced.  Obviously, it had become a popular format for Wardham alumnae.  But that surprised Harmony.  That meant that, by the end of the weekend, at least fifty women would be sold for a week of slavery.  Everyone from the losing team would be sold.  Plus the rules had provisions that would allow some people from the winning team to be sold.  In fact, that’s’ how she was sold.  She had actually been on the winning team four years earlier but that provision in the rules had resulted in her ending up on the auction block.

The white team had organized around four patrols of ten women each.  Plus, each patrol was assigned a scout.  Most of the scouts did just that.  They tracked the opposing team’s patrols and scouts and provided information back to their own patrols that would help capture members of the opposition.  Harmony just happened to have a scout that could do that plus capture people on her own.  The remaining six people on the team were either jailers or medics or the team captain.

Harmony wasn’t sure what to make of the women who were assigned to her patrol.  They were, by far, the prettiest of the white team.  She was the oldest and Destiny was the youngest.  She guessed the average age of the rest of them was twenty eight or twenty nine.  It was like they had formed a patrol of cupcakes.  When she was in college, a group like this would have been high priority targets for capture.

Dawn came over and sat with Harmony and Fiona.  Her body was still wet from splashing in the stream and she had not yet put her skirt or sneakers back on.

“If we’re going to be here for awhile,” Dawn said, “I thought I’d go back to base camp.  I’m getting pretty full and this might be a good time to express.”

Her second child had been born just three months earlier and she was lactating.  After awhile, it became uncomfortable if she didn’t pump her breasts.”

“Actually, I was getting ready to move us soon,” replied Harmony.  “I’m just waiting for the other two to rejoin us.”

Dawn nodded.  “I can wait.”

“Can we help?” asked Harmony.

“Does someone have a pump?” Dawn replied.

Harmony laughed.  “No, I don’t think so.  But I’ll bet we could relieve your discomfort.  Plus, it would be nourishing for us.  That is, if you are comfortable with that.”

“Oh,” blushed Dawn.  “I hadn’t thought about that.  I guess that would work.”

“Hey Des,” shouted Harmony.  “I need you up here.”

“Coming,” Destiny shouted back.  Harmony watched as Destiny’s lithe form emerged from the water.  She shook her head back and forth, like a dog would, sending drops of water flying in all directions as her blonde locks whipped through the air.

“Are we ready to go now?” asked Destiny as she reached the trio.

“Shortly,” replied Harmony.  “I want to send you out first.  But Dawn needs some help.  Do you want some milk before you go?”

Destiny furrowed her brow, confused about what she was being asked.  Then it struck her and she blinked.  “Are you serious?”  She looked at Dawn and then back to her mother.

“It has to happen at some point,” said Harmony.  “We could send her back to camp but then we’d be down one player.”

Destiny looked back to Dawn who just shrugged her shoulders.  “It would help out a lot.”

Destiny nodded slowly and blushed.  There was always a lot of touching and eroticism associated with the Games.  Sometimes, if the Games extended overnight, there was even lovemaking among team members.  But she had never nursed at another woman.  I guess there’s a first for everything, she thought.

“Sure, I’d be happy to help,” she finally said.  “How should we do this?”

“I think it would be easiest if you lie down with your head in my lap,” offered Dawn.  Harmony and Fiona moved out of the way to give Destiny room.  Then Destiny laid down and looked up at the two gorgeous, full breasts above her face.  She parted her lips and captured Dawn’s left nipple, suckling softly until the milk began to flow.

There’s a sight you don’t see very often, thought Harmony.  She smiled at the two naked beauties and watched as Destiny’s cheeks kept hollowing as she nursed on her other teammate.  It was erotic beyond belief to her.  But then again, she found something erotic in most things.  She was just wired in a way that made her look for sexuality in most situations.

“Oh that feels good,” sighed Dawn.

Harmony laughed.  “Good how?  The pressure relief or the arousal?”

Dawn blushed.  “Both, I guess.  I meant the relief but if feels good the other way too.”  Destiny giggled at the comment and raked her teeth across the nipple, causing Dawn to squeal.  Destiny was surprised at how good the milk tasted.  It was a lot sweeter than she expected.

After about ten minutes, Harmony nudged her daughter’s foot.  “Time for you to start scouting.”

Destiny gave the nipple one last suck before letting it slip from her mouth.  She stood up and then dusted herself off.  “That was good.  I might want some more later.”

Dawn smiled up at her.  “There will be plenty more later.  Thank you for helping me.”

“Fiona,” said Harmony.  “Can you finish her up?  I need to talk to our scout.”

“With pleasure, grinned Fiona as she laid down and claimed the other breast.  Harmony led her daughter off to discuss strategy.

“Try to find us one of their patrols,” Harmony said.  “So far, you’ve had all of the fun.  I want them to see some action too.”

“Sure thing, Mom,” nodded Destiny.

“Besides,” Harmony continued.  “I think you’ve already captured all of their scouts.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can with some news,” said Destiny.  She slipped back into her skirt and put her sneakers back on.  Then she ran off on her mission.  Harmony smiled as she watched her daughter’s graceful stride.

Chapter 2

It took about thirty minutes to find one of the black patrols.  Destiny hunkered down to watch them.  She was surprised that there were only three of them.  Maybe the white team was capturing more blacks than she was aware of.  Surely they wouldn’t organize them into three person patrols.

She followed them for awhile but they never really moved much.  They would go from one end of a small valley to the other and then back again.  She scanned the other side of the valley to see if she could spot any others.  She remembered how she had been caught in an ambush in her first Hellenic Games.  But she didn’t see anyone.  After watching for about fifteen minutes, she returned to her patrol.

“Three of them?” asked Harmony.  “That makes no sense.  Candy, how many prisoners did you see when you were back at camp?”

“Only the ones Des caught,” replied Candy.

“Hmmmm,” said Harmony.  “Something’s not right.”

“Want me to go back and watch them longer?” asked Destiny.  “Or I could find a larger group.”

“No,” responded Harmony.  “We’ll go after this one.  After all, it’s only a game.”

Ten minutes later, they were spread out across one side of the valley.  Harmony sent Destiny around to the other side to look for an ambush.  When she reported back that the other side was clear, Harmony gave the signal to attack.

She and Destiny stood together at the top of the hill as the other nine whites charged down.  It was a sight to behold.  These women, most of whom were housewives and professionals, were acting as if they were Amazon warriors.  Naked butts flashed as skirts flipped up in the breeze.  When they got close to the unsuspecting blacks, they started letting out war cries, acting like savages from the jungle.

The three blacks were caught off guard and were quickly subdued and stripped and bound.  The nine warriors led their naked captives back up the hill to their leader and scout.

“Aiiieee!!!” squealed Dawn, pounding her chest triumphantly and mimicking Destiny’s earlier outburst.  “That was fun!!!”

“Sure was,” agreed Candy.  “Let’s do it again.”

“Let’s take this batch back to camp,” Harmony said.  “Then we’ll have our scout find us some more.”

They arrived in camp with their naked prisoners and discovered that their patrol still had made the only captures of the day.  And as far as anyone knew, only one scout from the white team had been captured.

They returned to the field and sent Destiny out in search of more blacks.  She found another trio which the team easily captured again.  When they got back to camp, two more women stood naked in the cage but they also learned that one of their patrols had been attacked.  Eight whites from that patrol were taken prisoner.

“Do you want us to raid their camp?” Harmony asked the team captain.  “Or just keep capturing them?”

“We’ll save a rescue operation for later,” the captain replied.  “It looks like this game will go into a second day.  Keep capturing blacks and wear them down a bit more.”

Destiny found another group from the black team.  This time there were four of them.  All ten of the patrol members, plus Destiny, swooped down on the four blacks and once again captured their prey.  Again, they were stripped and bound and the patrol headed back to camp.

Destiny was left behind to find the next group.  She watched as her mother led the little band of troopers off and then started roaming around.  She found two more groups of blacks and started to search for a third for her team to raid when she heard a noise from the other side of a rock formation.

She crept up to the rocks as stealthily as she could.  She lay down on the ground and crept up to the edge.  She saw four naked women splashing around in a pool in the stream, giggling and frolicking.  Four piles of black clothing confirmed that they were from the black team.  These three groups should provide enough entertainment for her patrol, she thought.

She scooted back from the rocks.  Then she heard a twig snap.  She glanced over her shoulder and saw three women in black uniforms standing over her.

“Uh oh,” she muttered.

One of the blacks smiled.  “Uh oh is right.  Hello, beautiful.”

Destiny moved to get up and run but it was a futile effort.  They easily pounced on her and captured her.  She was stripped and her hands were bound behind her back.  Another rope was tied around her neck and acted like a leash.

“Looks like the magician has run out of tricks,” laughed one of the women.  She stepped up to Destiny and stroked the backs of her fingers along the outer swell of Destiny’s right breast.  “I know which one I’m buying when this game is over.  She’ll be a cute toy to play with for a week.”

Destiny was shocked at the treatment.  She expected this kind of behavior out of the Sexistas, the lesbian sorority on campus.  But she was surprised that the alumnae behaved this way.

“We’ll see who ends up buying who,” grinned Destiny.  “I might just have to take you with me.”

“Ha!” scoffed the woman.  She placed her hands beneath Destiny’s breasts and lifted them.  “We’ll see about that.”

Then the woman paused and leaned down, fluttering her tongue over Destiny’s nipples.  “These are very nice.  I’m going to love owning them and playing with them.”  Destiny just gritted her teeth.

“Come on,” said one of the other blacks.  “Let’s get her caged.”

They chatted among themselves as they led their leashed prisoner back to their camp.  Mostly they ignored her other than an occasional swat to her bottom or grope of her breasts.

One of Destiny’s roommates from college was a jailer for the black team.  She grinned as Destiny was handed over to her.  “Hello, cupcake,” said Samantha.

“Hello, breeder,” replied Destiny.  Samantha was three months pregnant and was just starting to show.  “I’ve already placed my order for you at the upcoming sale.  I can’t wait to play with my new toy.”

Samantha just smiled back at her with her arms crossed.  The two of them had been frequent lovers in college so Destiny was very familiar with Sam’s breasts.  But the full, ripe orbs being lifted by the crossed arms was an exciting sight, nevertheless.  She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting them again.

“Let’s get you into the cage with the others,” said Sam.  “As much as I’d like to play with my new toy, I have duties to perform.”

Destiny was surprised that there were only two other naked women in the cage.  “What happened to the others?  Do they have another cage somewhere?”

“No, this is it,” replied one of her teammates.  “We ran a rescue mission and released the others earlier.  Carly and I were caught as we were heading back.”

“Yeah, it’s a bitch being caught,” said Carly who was lying down with her feet propped up on the bars.  “But I needed a rest anyways.”  Destiny lay down and propped her feet up too.  Then the three of them chatted as they waited to be rescued.

She learned that Beth had graduated nine years earlier and was now a doctor.  Carly had gone onto graduate school and now was a market researcher for a big consumer products company.

The afternoon seemed to drag on forever.  Destiny drifted off to sleep a couple of times and would rejoin the conversation when she woke up again.  After what seemed like a couple of hours, two more prisoners were added to the cage:  Harmony and Dawn.

“She needed more relief,” laughed Harmony as she pointed to Dawn.  “So I brought her here to you.”

“How did they get you, Mom?” asked Destiny.  She knew that her mother hardly ever got captured.

“We weren’t careful enough,” replied Harmony.  “They ambushed us when we were picking off another group.  Fortunately they only got the two of us.  The others got away.”

“How are the whites doing?” asked Beth.

“We’re slowly wearing them down, I think,” replied Dawn.  “I think we have about twenty of theirs now.”

“That’s good,” nodded Carly.

“Your mother was joking, Des, when she said I came here for relief,” said Dawn.  “But I do need it.  Are you hungry?”

Destiny grinned.  “Sure!  You’re delicious!”

Once again, she lay down with her head in Dawn’s lap and suckled on the delectable breasts.  The afternoon turned into evening and still there were five naked women in the cage.  It got late and they all spooned together to stay warm.  Dawn woke Destiny twice in the middle of the night to nurse her.  Destiny always fell back to sleep instantly when she completed her chore, sleeping like a baby.

When they awoke the next morning, Samantha and the other two guards were nowhere to be seen.  Harmony took this as a positive sign and said that probably meant that they were called forward because of heavy losses.  It probably meant that the whites were winning.

“But Sam’s pregnant!” gasped Destiny.  “She can’t be running around.”

“I’m sure she knows how to take care of herself and her baby,” said Harmony.  “She won’t do anything dangerous.”

The sun was high in the sky when the white team captain strode triumphantly into the black camp, flanked by two others.  “We won!”

“Hooray!” squealed Destiny.

“Great!” added Beth.  “Hurry up and let us out.”

The white team captain moved to the cage that held her five naked teammates prisoner.  “That’s the good news.  The bad news is that we’re not releasing you.”

“What?!?!?!?” gasped Destiny.  She knew the rules but she couldn’t believe anyone would even think about keeping a teammate prisoner and selling them.  Harmony just rolled her eyes.  She knew the rule too and she knew that teammates would do that very thing.  They had done that to her once before.

Dawn started to cry.  “It’s not fair,” she sobbed.

Destiny wrapped her arms around Dawn and held her, trying to comfort her new friend.

“Dawn, stop that!” admonished Harmony.  “It is fair.  It might not be nice, but it’s fair.  You read the rules.”

“But I don’t want to be sold,” sniffled Dawn.

“Then you should have picked a different game,” said Harmony.  “And I hope you planned to be gone for a week.  There’s always a good chance that you will be sold if you play No Return.”

Chapter 3

Destiny and the three others seemed to take comfort in Harmony’s attitude.  Harmony seemed fine with the way things turned out.  It was not what she expected, but she was prepared for this outcome.  Otherwise, she would not have played No Return.

Even Dawn settled down.  She wasn’t looking forward to what was about to happen but she finally did admit to herself that she knew what the risks were ahead of time.  And it was those risks that made the games exciting.  She wondered who would end up buying her and what the experience would be like.

After she got over her initial shock, Destiny was beside herself with excitement.  These games were so much fun and were much better than the Hellenic Games she was used to.  And she too wondered who would buy her.

She knew how her mother’s week of slavery from four years earlier had ended.  She knew about how her mother had made a deal to be enslaved for four weeks each year in exchange for owning Kristi for four weeks a year.  She had even been at home several times when Kristi was serving her time, although she had never played with the family’s slave girl.  But she could tell that her mom and dad liked the arrangement a lot.

It took them thirty minutes to get to the buses as they were led in a coffle of naked flesh.  Once there, they were driven to a barn which had been decorated festively and would serve as the venue for the celebration dinner and auction.

Destiny was surprised at how many people were already there when they arrived.  Nearly two hundred people were milling around and drinking cocktails as the white victors led their fifty five prisoners to the walls and fastened them there.  Each was bound with their arms over their heads with their wrists attached to a hook that stuck out from the wall.  At least the five white team captives were kept together.

As soon as the last of the captives was bound, inspection time began.  The white team members, as well as other people in the barn, roamed around the inside of the barn, assessing each of the bound Wardham girls who were to be sold.  Destiny recognized many of the women who had graduated in recent years.  She also recognized many who were still in school and who were representing their sororities at the auction.

Four Lambdas, which was Destiny’s sorority stopped to inspect her.  “What do you think,” asked one of them as she stroked Destiny’s cheek.

“I think the pledges would get a kick out of owning a former pledge mistress,” replied another.  She held Destiny’s breasts in her hands and was bouncing them.

“To hell with the pledges,” said another one as she ran a finger up and down between Destiny’s labia which were already well lubricated with her arousal.  “I want the magician for myself.”

Destiny’s head was spinning from all of the stroking and probing that was going on.  At this point, she didn’t care who bought her.  She just knew that she was going to pop soon if she didn’t get fucked by someone.

Harmony had to stifle a chuckle as she watched her daughter.  She knew that Destiny had a healthy sex life but she had never seen her daughter’s arousal before.  Destiny was obviously in seventh heaven from all of the attention.  She knew that the magician would have a fun time this week, regardless of who bought her.  And she couldn’t wait to share stories once the week was over.

Harmony was also receiving her share of attention.  She recognized most of the alumnae who fondled and stroked and probed her body.  She had met them in previous games.  She did not know any of the current students who represented the various sororities and she was surprised that they even paid any attention to her.  After all, she was old enough to be their mother.  But they definitely paid attention to her.  She was receiving as much attention as Destiny and Dawn who flanked her on either side.

“This is a must have item,” said one sorority sister as she probed her finger into Harmony’s sex.

“Put it on your Christmas list,” said one of her friends who was tugging on Harmony’s nipples.  “Maybe she’ll end up under your tree.”

“I don’t want her under my tree,” said the first one who had removed her finger and was now stroking Harmony’s clit, sending familiar thrills through her body.  “I want her between my legs.”

I guess I’m holding in there, thought Harmony.  She was shocked, though, that these twenty year olds would want a forty four year old.

“Ooo, here’s a Sexista,” said one of the girls in the next group.  Harmony had been a Sigma girl when she was in college and the Sigmas had earned the nickname of Sexistas.

“Don’t you know who this is?” said a second one.  “She’s the Slaver.”

“No way!!!” exclaimed the first one.  “You’ve got to be kidding!”  Again, fingers and palms moved over her body.  Her breasts were bounced and her nipples were rolled.  “Are we allowed to buy her?”

“I think our Sexista sisters would be a little upset with us if we bought one of our own,” observed a third one.  “Especially if we bought the Slaver.”

“It’s a shame,” sighed the first one who was running her palms down Harmony’s sides, enjoying the warm soft flesh.  “I’d love to own her.”

The Sigmas wandered off and new groups and singles stopped by to inspect the five members of the white team.  Eventually a familiar voice was heard.

“Hi, Mom.  Hi, sis.”

“Hi, sweetie,” replied Harmony.

Destiny groaned as she heard her sister, Faith’s, voice.  “What are you doing here?”

Faith appeared before the two naked captives and smiled.  “I’m just shopping for some decorations for the Beta house.  I thought you two would make lovely centerpieces for our dining room tables.”

“Don’t you even think about it,” growled Destiny as she glared at her younger sister.  Faith was now a junior at Wardham.

Faith laughed and reached out, using her finger to flick her sister’s right nipple.

“How did you know we were here?” asked Destiny as she continued to scowl at Faith.

“Are you kidding?” asked Faith.  “The whole campus knows that the Slaver and the Magician are being sold tonight.  I’m surprised there aren’t more girls here, even if just to watch it.”

Destiny growled again.  Faith flicked the other nipple.  “Stop it,” said Faith.  “You’re property now.  The least you can do is behave.”

Harmony spoke up to try to stop the sibling rivalry.  “How were your games, sweetheart?  They were last weekend, weren’t they?”

“Yeah,” replied Faith.  “We lost.”

“Ha!” snorted Destiny.  “That makes two years in a row.”  Destiny’s sorority had been matched against Faith’s the year before.  It had been Destiny who captured her sister and Destiny’s roommate, Tiffany, had claimed Faith.  It had been pretty humiliating for Faith.

“Who did you lose to this year?” asked Harmony.

“The Sexistas,” Faith responded.  “They are so perverted; almost bordering on sick.  I still can’t believe you were one of them, Mom.”

Harmony smiled.  “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I suppose.  But it was pretty humiliating.”

“Let’s talk next week,” said Harmony to her youngest daughter.  “You can tell me all about it then.”

“Okay, Mom.  You two have fun this week.”

Inspection time ended and dinner was served.  Most of the women sat down to enjoy their meals before the auction would begin but a few continued their inspection of the merchandise.  While most sat down and ate, the captives remained tethered and on display throughout dinner.

“You have amazing daughters,” Dawn said as a finger from one of the potential buyers probed her pussy and two lips were suckling at her nipple, enjoying her sweet mother’s milk.

Harmony smiled.  “They turned out to be good kids.”

Chapter 4

“Ladies,” the event organizer spoke into the microphone after the meal was over.  Waitresses were busy clearing the tables.  “We had a wonderful game this weekend.  One hundred Wardham girls participated, making this the largest No Return game yet and showing the popularity of this format.”

“In a moment, we’ll begin the auction where you’ll have the opportunity to buy one of the fifty five lovelies that we are offering tonight.  Before we sell off the merchandise, however, I wanted to announce a new format that we will be introducing to the Old Girl Games for next year.”

“Based on the popularity of the No Return Game, it will be offered again next year in its current form.  But we will also be offering a new version.  It will be our first coed game and will be available to couples, both married and unmarried.  Boys will be on one team and girls on the other.  Because of the typical disparity in strength and speed, however, it will not be a physical capture game.”

“Instead, we will be using paintballs.  Winning will consist of capturing all of the opposing team members.  And it will be a full nudity game other than the safety goggles that everyone is required to wear.  The team that loses will be sold at an auction like we are about to begin here in a few moments.  The only stipulation is that people cannot buy their mates.  This is meant to be a mixer of sorts.  And slavery will last for two weeks for that game instead of the one week that is normal for the No Return Games.”

The crowd erupted in cheering and applause.  People stood and continued the applause.  This seemed to be a very welcome announcement.

“Wow!” blurted Destiny.  “I’m signing up for that one!”

“You don’t even have a boyfriend,” Harmony corrected her daughter.

“I will in time for that game,” Destiny replied.  “Do you think Dad will play?”

“Oh yeah,” replied Harmony.  “He’ll play for sure.  But he’s my mate.  You have to find your own.”

“Now, on to the auction,” the announcer continued.  “One of my great pleasures is to act as the auctioneer each year where I have the privilege of selling off all of the beautiful Wardham flesh that has been captured in the No Return Game.”

“Remember that all proceeds are used for good causes.  They go into the Games and pay for these and other alumnae events.  They are also used to enhance the alumnae scholarship fund.  The No Return Games have turned into the largest fundraiser that we have and currently ten girls are attending Wardham thanks to the No Return Games.  So open your checkbooks as we prepare to sell off the merchandise.”

“Four years ago, I had the privilege of selling our first article in the auction for tonight.  Our plan was to save her for last as the grand finale.  That did not work very well for us since nobody would bid on any of the other girls being sold until they had a chance to bid on this one.  We won’t’ make that mistake again.”

“So let’s begin with Lot Number One.  There is not a Wardham girl alive who has ever played the Games who is not familiar with this item.  She still holds the school record for the must number of captures in a college career.  She is legendary.  Tonight, I offer for sale the Slaver.”

Everyone started cheering as a naked but unbound Harmony was led onto the stage.  Quickly, they got to their feet in a standing ovation and the noise became deafening.  Destiny watched in amazement as she saw her mother once again walk proudly onto the stage where she was to be sold and then stand there, facing a sea of potential buyers with her chest out and shoulders back.  It was incredible.

Eventually, the applause died down and everyone took their seats.  The auctioneer began again.

“Lot number one is prime material,” the auctioneer said.  She ran her fingertips down Harmony’s side.  “Soft, smooth, supple flesh.”

She reached up and squeezed one of Harmony’s breasts before bouncing it in her palm several times.  “Full, firm, ripe breasts that will provide joy to anyone who owns her.”

The breast was released and the fingers traveled downward.  “I hope that you can all see how tight this body is.  Flat belly.  Not a single curve on this body is out of place.”

The fingers continued their downward journey and stopped when they reached Harmony’s Venus mound.  Ever since becoming a part-time slave four years earlier, Harmony kept her mound bare.  It was always shaved when she was summoned to serve and it was just easier to keep it bare all year long than to have it shaved four times a year and then let it grow back.

“Look how sleek this body is,” the auctioneer continued.  “And who doesn’t like a bald pussy?”

Finally, the fingers moved lower still.  One of the digits was pushed into Harmony’s sex and Destiny saw that her mother didn’t even flinch at the intrusion.  The finger was pulled back out and held up for all to see.  It was glistening in the spotlight.

“Pure arousal,” the auctioneer declared into the microphone.  “Anyone who buys this item can be assured of a full week of unbridled passion and pleasure.  Now, let’s begin the bidding.”

Arms waved in the air and numbers were shouted out as people rushed to get their bids in.  Destiny looked out over the crowd and was once again amazed.  It seemed that everyone in the room was trying to buy her mother.

The price soared and, little by little, bidders dropped out of the race.  The price kept rising, though, as the remaining buyers were determined to make this purchase.  Eventually, there were just a couple of steadfast purchasers and, after three active minutes of bids being raised, a sale was declared.  In the end, Harmony was sold for ten thousand dollars and then was led off the stage.

“All current students at Wardham,” the auctioneer started again, “know of Lot Number Two.  Soon, all alumnae will know her.  She holds second place for the number of captures during her college career, behind only the Slaver.  She holds the school record for the number of unassisted captures.  This is her first time participating in the Old Girl Games.  It gives me great pleasure to offer for sale for the first time, the Magician.”

Again, the crowd erupted in applause as Destiny was led naked onto the stage.  All of the sorority girls were hooting or letting out wolf whistles.  The audience got to their feet and again the applause was thundering.

Destiny looked out at the crowd and was amazed yet again.  Were they going to do this for everyone?  She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed or proud at this scene.

She remembered how her mother had behaved while on the auction block.  Destiny held her head high and kept her shoulders back.  When she got to the center of the stage, she placed her hands on her hips with her feet shoulder-width apart as she looked out at the thundering masses, proud and defiant.  Harmony watched from the side of the stage and smiled at her beautiful, confident daughter.

“Lot Number Two is also primo quality,” said the auctioneer as everyone took their seats again.  “Again, the flesh is superb in its texture and firmness.”  Her fingers trailed down Destiny’s side.

“And look at the quality of these succulent breasts.”  The auctioneer bounced each breast several times to show how firm they were and then grasped a nipple, lifting that breast and then letting it fall.

Fingers traveled over her belly and the auctioneer continued her monologue, describing how delectable and feminine her features were.  The fingers paused at her Venus mound.

“I don’t know if all of you can see this cute little bush.  The hair is so fair.  But it’s neatly trimmed into a V.  It’s almost like an arrow pointing the way to her little honey pot.”

The crowd erupted into laughter at this point.  Again, Destiny was amazed.  Her mother had warned her that it could get pretty bawdy at the Old Girl Games and that everyone left their inhibitions behind for these events.  But this went way beyond anything that she could have imagined.  It was like being held captive by the Sexistas.  No, even the Sexistas had not been this lewd and out of control.

Destiny was prepared for the finger that plunged into her sex.  She tried not to react although she figured that she was probably blushing.

“And what a juicy honey pot it is,” said the auctioneer.  She held her finger up for the audience to see and it shined brightly with the reflection of the spotlight.  “Lot Number Two is another package of unbridled passion and pleasure.  Now, what am I offered for this item?”

Just like before, there was a flurry of waving arms and a cacophony of shouts as people desperately tried to get their bids recognized.  The auctioneer insinuated her finger back into Destiny’s sex and slowly stroked in and out as she held the microphone in her other hand and called out the latest price.

The price kept climbing until, once again, there were only a couple of bidders left.  In the end, Destiny was sold for ten thousand dollars, just like her mother.  She was led off the stage and looked over her shoulder, seeing that Dawn was the next to be sold.

“That was unbelievable,” Destiny gasped to her mother once she was led to where her mother was standing.

“I told you that they get pretty bawdy at these events,” replied Harmony.  “I hope you weren’t too embarrassed.”

“No.  I meant it was unbelievable how turned on I was,” said Destiny.  “I almost climaxed up there.”

Harmony leaned over and kissed her daughter.  “You were beautiful up there.  I am so proud of you.”

“You were so beautiful too, Mom,” smiled Destiny.  “And I’m very proud to be your daughter.  So what happens next?”

“Our buyers should be up here soon to pay for us and claim us,” said Harmony.  “Then it’s up to them.  They might take us away right away or keep us here until the auction is over.”

“I won’t see you until next weekend, kitten,” Harmony continued.  “I hope you have an exciting week.”

“I hope you have a great week too, Mom,” Destiny responded and then kissed her mother.  “I’m so excited!”

“We always try to offer a little extra at this auction house,” they heard the auctioneer announce.  “Those of you who enjoy fresh milk will want to bid hard for Lot Number Three.”  Destiny and Harmony looked to the stage and saw a blushing Dawn.  The auctioneer held one breast while an assistant held the other.  Both were squeezing and stroking the full, beautiful orbs.

“Lot Number Three is a new mother of a beautiful three month old daughter.  She is still lactating.  So factor a week’s supply of fresh milk into your valuation of this delectable little creature.”  Destiny saw two sprays of milk jetting out of the breasts and sparkling in the bright lights that illuminated the stage.

“Kristi!” Destiny heard her mother gasp.  “Why are you here?”  Destiny turned and saw the woman who had bought her mother four years earlier and who was now the family slave for four weeks each year.

“I knew you were in the games this weekend,” replied Kristi.  “So I showed up, hoping you’d be sold.  I bought you.”

Harmony rolled her eyes.  “Four weeks a year isn’t enough for you?”

“Apparently not for my father,” Kristi smiled.  “He put in a special order for you once you told him you were playing this weekend.”

“Oh, so you’re pimping for Sir Henry now?” asked Harmony sarcastically.

“I prefer to think of it as acting as his purchasing agent,” Kristi smiled again.

“Okay,” shrugged Harmony.  “Let’s get on with it.  You own me now.”

Destiny sighed.  “I guess my buyer had second thoughts.”

“No, your buyer didn’t have second thoughts,” Kristi replied.  “I bought you too, Destiny.”

“What?!?!?!?” gasped Harmony.

“Another special order from the boss man,” grinned Kristi.

Destiny felt a thrill rush through her body.  This was getting more and more amazing by the minute.  She was so excited!

To be continued

Chapter 5

“What are you going to do with two of us, Henry…. I mean Master?” asked Harmony the next morning when Kristi presented the pair of naked slavegirls to her father.

“Whatever I want,” he grinned.  “And whenever I want.  Slaves is slaves.”

“But why Destiny?” Harmony asked.

“Well, let me see how to put this.”  Henry furrowed his brow and put a finger to his cheekbone, acting as if he was deep in thought.  Then he continued.

“I own a slave who is unbelievably beautiful and sexy.  In fact, she’s the most fuckable woman in the world.”

Destiny gasped as she heard the man describe her mother that way.  It was true that she was unbelievably beautiful and sexy.  But she was surprised that her mom did not protest at being called fuckable.

“It is only logical that my slave’s offspring would be a remarkable creature also,” Henry went on.  “And indeed she is.”  He reached out and gathered Destiny’s breasts in his large hands and admired them for a moment.”

“So when I heard that her daughter was also available, I placed an order and bought her too.”  He gave the plump breasts a squeeze and then turned back to Harmony.  “Besides, don’t you know that it’s every man’s dream to have a mother/daughter threesome?”

“And it’s the dream of many women too,” added Henry’s wife, Helen.

Harmony rolled her eyes.  Destiny and Kristi both blushed at the couple’s statements.  Everyone in the room knew that the mother and daughter would be complete sex toys for the next week.

Harmony had been wondering how this latest turn of events would play out.  Now she knew. 

She also knew her daughter enjoyed a healthy sexual appetite and that she was bisexual.  They had even discussed some of Destiny’s sexual partners and she knew that her daughter enjoyed making love with either gender.

But that had been with boys and girls her own age who she already knew well.  She wasn’t sure how Destiny would react to being the sexual play thing of this married couple who were total strangers to her and who were over twice her age.  And she wondered how Kristi fit in for the week.  Would the couple claim one of the two slaves and leave the other for Kristi?  Would Kristi even be a dominant this week or would she become a slave too?  She knew that Henry and Helen occasionally claimed their daughter for periods of time.  She was sure that whatever the plan was, it would be interesting; embarrassing at times, but it was sure to be interesting throughout their week of captivity.

“Now that we have made the introductions,” Henry said, “if you two ladies will excuse me, I want to test out our new slaves.”

“Kristi, be a good girl and collar our slaves,” instructed Helen.  “Then you can go find your collar.”

Well, that answered one question, thought Harmony.  But what could they possibly do with three slaves for the week?

“You have a good time with the girls, dear,” Helen said to her husband.  “I’ll be in to join you in a bit.  I want to clean up the kitchen first.”  Henry attached two leashes and led Harmony and Destiny out of the room.

“Come along, girls,” he said.

“Here we go,” whispered Harmony to her daughter as they followed the big man.  “Anything is possible from here on out.”

Henry led the pair to the playroom, his favorite part of the house.  Harmony saw that the sling was already set up.  It was just a question of who would be fucked in it.

“Attach Destiny in it,” Henry told Harmony.  “I haven’t had the pleasure of sampling her charms yet.  I’ll try her out first.”

Harmony groaned but dutifully led Destiny to the sling, helping her into it.  Then, for the next couple of minutes, she fastened the many straps around Destiny’s body and limbs until she was completely immobile and stretched out so that she was completely available.

How many mothers, she wondered, are asked to prepare their daughter to be fucked?  For that matter, how many mothers were even present to see their daughter get fucked?  Not many, she decided, if any at all.

Henry had stripped down as Harmony worked and Destiny gasped as she saw the log that dangled between the man’s legs.  Even though it was only semi-hard, it was HUGE!!!

“Oh, Mom,” she looked at Harmony desperately as she whispered.  “I don’t think I can do this.  It’s too big.”

Harmony patted Destiny’s bound arm and whispered back reassuringly.  “It’s big, kitten.  But you can do it.”

Then she turned to Henry.  “I should probably leave the room now, Master.”

“Nonsense,” replied Henry.  “What kind of mother/daughter fantasy would that be?  Come over here and get me ready, girl.”

Harmony groaned at the response.  “Yes, Master.”

Destiny watched, wide-eyed, as her mother crossed the room and knelt at Henry’s feet.  Her eyes grew even wider as Harmony reached up and grasped the thick cock, lifting it to her lips.  Then she heard a moan escape her own lips as her mother’s lips parted and she drew the monster cock into her mouth.

She had never seen her mother in a sexual act before.  She knew her mom was a very sexual person and was very open about it.  Harmony had even shared stories with her daughter about some of her more erotic and wild escapades.  But she had never witnessed the act before.

Harmony’s lips were stretched wide around the cock.  At first, Destiny watched about three quarters of the thing disappearing into her mouth.  But as the cock hardened and elongated, less and less would fit.  Once it was fully erect, only have of its length would fit in.

“Good girl,” said Henry as he patted Harmony on the head.  “Does the girl need to be prepared?”

Harmony let the cock slip from her mouth and then replied.  “I’m sure she’s quite ready, Master.”  In fact, she had seen Destiny’s sex glistening with her juices as she strapped her daughter into the sling.  Her pussy was positively flowing.  She would have no need for additional lubrication.

“Good,” he nodded.  “Let’s begin.  Come, girl.”

Harmony groaned again at the command.  She had hoped to leave the two of them alone.  Her next best alternative was to stay off to the side and out of sight so that her daughter would be less embarrassed and self conscious.  Now, it appeared that option would not be allowed either.

She rose to her feet and followed Henry to where Destiny dangled in the air, strapped into the sling that made her body so exposed and vulnerable.  Henry stepped between Destiny’s legs with his cock pointing the way.

“Show little Henry the way, girl,” Henry said.

This command drew yet another groan from Harmony.  Not only was she going to have to watch but she was expected to participate.  Henry wanted her to guide his cock into her daughter’s sex.

Reluctantly, Harmony reached out and wrapped her fingers around the massive cock.  Henry inched forward and Harmony aimed it at Destiny’s sex.  She noticed that Destiny had gotten even wetter while she was waiting in the sling and the flush in her cheeks and across her chest were evidence to her high level of arousal.

The cock finally made contact with Destiny and Harmony adjusted it to be able to enter the girl.  Henry kept inching forward and Harmony watched in disbelief as it slowly slid into her daughter.

“Aiiieee!!!” squealed Destiny once the pole was lodged halfway into her body.  Harmony’s fingers were still wrapped around the other half.

“Aiiieee!!!” she squealed again as it kept going deeper.  She felt her sex stretching around the log.  It was not painful but she had never felt so full in her life.  She raised her head and looked across her naked body to see that several inches of it were still outside of her body.  Would she be able to handle the full length?  She already felt stuffed full.

He pulled out and Harmony saw his tool glistening from the copious fluid covering it.  Slowly he pushed back into her, sinking a little more of his cock into her.

“Aiiieee” Destiny squealed.  He kept moving in and out and she squealed each time he probed a little deeper.  Finally, he was fully embedded in her and she was panting.  Harmony looked at her and saw her eyelids fluttering.  She trailed her eyes down her daughter’s nudity, admiring her beauty.  The firm breasts rocked slightly with each thrust and were capped by unbelievably stiff nipples.  Her belly was tight and rippled.  And the glistening shaft kept up its steady motion.

“Kiss the girl,” he said.

Harmony did not acknowledge the command other than to move to the other end of the sling.  She leaned down and whispered to Destiny before kissing her on the lips.  “Sorry, kitten.”

Destiny moaned in response to her mother’s words.  Her mind was a swirl of lust at this point and she would not be capable of forming coherent words, even if she had to.  She lifted her head and pressed her lips to Harmony’s, parting her lips and snaking out her tongue.  Harmony was caught off guard by her daughter’s response but parted her own lips to let her tongue dance with Destiny’s.

“Mmmmmm” moaned Destiny again.

Henry watched his two girls closely.  They were both remarkably beautiful.  And they both belonged to him.  He would enjoy using them this week as he played out the mother/daughter fantasy that he had long dreamed about.

Harmony felt hands gripping her hips and realized that Helen must have entered the room.  The hands slid up her sides and then reached around her, gathering her breasts and squeezing them.

“Kiss her nipples, girls,” Harmony heard.  She broke the kiss and looked at Henry in disbelief.  She noticed that a naked and collared Kristi was also in the room.  Henry just nodded back to her.

Harmony sighed in resignation at the command.  She saw Kristi step to the other side of Destiny and lower her head to the girl’s breast.  She did likewise and sucked the stiff little nubbin into her mouth.

“Aiiieee!!!” squealed Destiny as the two hungry mouths feasted on her breasts.  She tensed and then shuddered as her orgasm shook her body.  “Aiiieee!!!”

Harmony continued to feed on her daughter’s breast, sucking the nipple deep and then releasing it, pulsing it like that over and over.  She should be feeling shame or remorse for these acts.  But somehow she felt none of that.  Was that because she was in a game and just following the rules?  Was it because she was technically a slave for the week and had no choice?  Or was it because she had no morals and, therefore, could feel no guilt?

It was probably due to all of those reasons, she concluded.  She had long ago realized that she was completely amoral when it came to sex.  Nothing had ever seemed out of bounds.  She bedded regularly with both males and females.  She had even been fucked by a dog during her first enslavement by this family.

She had never imagined having sex with one of her daughters, though.  She kept pulsing the nipple in and out and turned her head to look at Destiny.  Destiny had lifted her head again and was smiling at Harmony through half-lidded eyes.

“Aiiieee!!!” Destiny squealed again as a second orgasm overwhelmed her.  Seeing her mother suckling on her nipple had pushed her over the edge.

Even though she knew that it was probably wrong, Harmony was glad that it was happening.  She would not have wanted to miss this for the world.  Destiny was absolutely gorgeous and was even more beautiful in the sexual act.  She was uninhibited and truly was the definition of unbridled passion, just like the auctioneer said she would be.

And her daughter seemed to have no regrets or hesitations about being so openly used in front of her audience.  Harmony felt Helen squeezing her nipples and rolling them and she glanced over at Kristi who had her eyes closed and was still suckling on the other nipple.

Destiny climaxed two more times before Sir Henry finally erupted inside of her.  After he softened, he pulled out and had Harmony clean him with her mouth.  Kristi was assigned to clean Destiny with her mouth and Destiny climaxed again as Kristi’s soft tongue scooped through the folds of her sex.

Chapter 6

“Your mom’s weird,” said Destiny.  She had just been pushed into the cage by Helen who left the room after securing her slave for the night.  A naked Kristi was already in the cage and was lying on her side on a cushion in the middle of it.

“She did the pony thing with you?” asked Kristi.

“Yeah,” replied Destiny.  “Or to me.  What’s with that?”

“It’s one of her hobbies,” said Kristi.  “She likes to treat pretty girls like they were ponies.”

“She kept calling me pretty pony,” Destiny said.  “How weird is that?  And what’s with that thing she sticks up your butt?”

Kristi laughed.  “That’s the tail.  She likes her ponies to have tails and they are attached to butt plugs.  Did she use the long one or the short one?”

“”It seemed pretty long to me.  And it was pretty darned distracting.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty weird.  They both are.”  Kristi patted the cushion.  “Come lie with me.”

“Okay,” nodded Destiny as she moved to the center of the cage.  “But where’s Mom?”

“I assume she’s entertaining Sir Henry.”

“Oh, yeah.  Probably.”  Destiny lay down and snuggled her back up against Kristi who draped an arm over her and cupped a breast in her hand.

“So did you pull her around the farm in her cart?” asked Kristi as she enjoyed the full breast she was holding.

“Cart?  No, I just ran around the corral while she kept snapping the whip.  Trot!  Canter!  Prance!  Walk!  It was ridiculous!  Trot!  Canter!  Prance!  Walk!”

Kristi gave the breast a squeeze.  “I guess you have the cart to look forward to tomorrow.  And by the way, she seems quite taken by you.”

“Ha!” snorted Destiny.  “Well, frankly, I feel quite taken by her.  By both of your parents, actually.  It seems that they have taken all of us.”

Kristi laughed again.  “Yes, you have been quite taken by both of them.  And they know their way around slaves.  So I hope that you don’t mind a week of total sexual servitude and use.”

Destiny sighed.  “Mom tried to warn me.  I couldn’t imagine being caught and sold in my wildest dreams.  But so far, it’s been exciting.  And I had an unbelievable orgasm earlier today when your dad fucked me.”

Kristi squeezed the breast again and then gripped the nipple, letting her finger and thumb stroke along its length.  “It looked to me like you had more than one unbelievable orgasm.  I lost count.”

Destiny blushed.  “Yes,” she said softly feeling her cheeks blushing.  “I don’t know how many there were.  But they were all unbelievable.”

“So what’s with you being a slave to your parents?” Destiny continued.  “Were you raised that way?”

“No,” Kristi replied as she tilted her head forward and muzzled into Destiny’s hair.  “There were slaves.  In fact, at least one slave was always underfoot.  But I wasn’t their slave.  It was your mother who started that.”

“What?!?!?!?”

“Yep, it was your mom,” Kristi affirmed.  “That year that I first met you, I brought her here.”

“Yes, I know that part,” said Destiny.

“Well, by the end of the week, she had reached an agreement with Dad.  He would get her for four weeks each year.  She would get me for four weeks each year also.”

“Yeah, I know all about that part too.”

“Well, the first thing that she did once she owned me was to share me with my father.”

“Wow!” breathed Destiny.  “That’s unbelievable!”

“Yeah,” nodded Kristi into Destiny’s hair.  “I was pretty surprised.  And it has continued ever since.  At least it does when I am summoned.”

“How do you find the time?” Destiny asked.  “Do you have a family?  Do you have a job?  I mean you belong to my mom for four weeks.  How often do your parents claim you?”

“I don’t have a husband,” Kristi replied.  “I do have a job.  I’m the president of one of my dad’s companies.  It’s a good thing that I’m so good at it and so organized.  Otherwise that would never work.

“My parents claim me for about one week a month.  Sometimes they travel and don’t claim me for several months.  Other times, they claim me for a whole month.  But it averages out to about a week.”

“Wow!” breathed Destiny again.

“And do they keep you in this cage?” asked Destiny.

Kristi laughed and raised her head to kiss Destiny on the cheek.  “He calls it his kennels.  And no.  He has not kept me here before, although this was just installed two weeks ago.  Maybe this is where he’ll keep me from now on.”

“Well, I would keep you in my bed to keep me warm if I owned you,” said Destiny.  “He’s a fool if he keeps you locked up here.”

Kristi gave the breast in her hand another squeeze.  “You seem to be adjusting well to your slavery.”

“It’s probably all because of Mom.  I watched her as she was being sold.  She was so confident and proud and she seemed so at peace with herself.  I vowed to try to be like her.”

“Oh, you are exactly like her,” said Kristi.  “I’m amazed.  I was amazed earlier when my dad was fucking you.  You may have been bound but you were in total control of your body.  You used his cock for your own pleasure over and over.”

Destiny giggled.  “Well your tongue helped too.”

Kristi laughed.  “You are exactly like your mother.  And that is one of the best compliments I could ever pay you.  I love Harmony.”

Destiny rolled over to face Kristi and kissed her.  “I know you do.  And I love you for that.”

The two of them made love in the cage and then spooned together again with Kristi behind Destiny, holding a breast.

Harmony was placed in the cage later, after the two girls were asleep.  She snuggled up against Kristi’s back and draped her arm across her two favorite slave sisters before she fell asleep.

Chapter 7

“This is pretty wild, Mom,” said Destiny the next morning.  The three girls had awakened and were waiting to be released from their cage.  Currently, they were seated Indian style in a little circle in the middle of the cage.

“I tried to warn you that it would be wild and that it would go beyond anything you could imagine,” Harmony told her daughter.  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Oh yeah,” said Destiny emphatically.  “I’m having a ball.  I didn’t like being treated like a pony but that fuck was the sexiest thing imaginable.”

“It’s funny, though,” she continued.  “If anyone had told me that I would get fucked with my mom watching me, I would have told them they were crazy and I would have thought it would be horrible.  But it wasn’t.  It was so, so very sexy to be fucked with you there.  And then when you started sucking my nipple… oh my gosh!!!”

“I thought it was very erotic too,” interjected Kristi.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far,” Harmony said.  “Just remember to keep an open mind and that this is all a game.  But also remember that things could get a lot crazier.  It’s only Tuesday and a lot will probably happen before we’re released on Saturday.  But whatever happens, remember that it all ends on Saturday.”

“How much crazier cold it get?” asked Destiny.

“A lot crazier,” replied Harmony.  “A lot.”

“Yeah,” nodded Kristi.  “Especially with my parents.”

“Well, I like it so far,” grinned Destiny.

It was true that she would have been turned off by the idea of doing the things that she had done so far.  Each experience would have been considered unthinkable.  She wasn’t sure why she found them so exciting when they actually happened but she couldn’t wait to see what was in store for them next.

“Should we have a hunt again this year?” Henry asked as he and Helen sipped coffee on the sun deck.  Destiny was at his feet, doing her best to suck on his massive cock.  Harmony was at Helen’s feet with her tongue actively lapping away on the mistress’ sex.  Kristi stood nearby to refill the cups when needed.

“We can,” replied Helen.  “We haven’t done that in a while.  And we have three girls now that we can contribute.  Should I ask around and see if anyone’s interested?”

“Yes, that would be good,” nodded Henry.  “Let’s shoot for Thursday.”

“Same rules as last time?” asked Helen.  “Hunter gets to keep the girls she bags?”

“It was fun last time.  Let’s keep the rules the same.”

After breakfast, Henry took Harmony and Kristi to the playroom.  Helen took Destiny back to the stables where she received more training on how to be a proper pony girl.  After lunch, all three girls fell asleep from having been worked so hard in the morning.  Destiny awoke first to the sound of Helen’s voice speaking into the phone.

“Yes, it’s true.  And this is on top of our normal four weeks.”

“No, we aren’t going to sell our rights in her to you.”

“Once we own her completely, then we can talk about giving her to you more often.”

Destiny had to stifle a gasp.  It was clear that Helen was talking to someone about her mother.  And Helen mentioned owning her mom completely.  Did they have plans to make her a permanent slave?

“Oh, and we have her daughter too.”

“Twenty two.”

Destiny’s eyes opened wide.  Now they were talking about her!

“Oh, she’s delightful.  A nice tight little package.  Rounded in all the right places.  Perfect breasts.  Beautiful face and figure.  Simply delightful.”

“Henry seems to think so.  Says she’s as fuckable as her mother.”

“If you bag her, she’s all yours.  So are you on for the hunt?”

“Good.  We’ll be expecting you on Thursday.  We plan to start the hunt at nine.”

“Bye, dear.”

That was an amazing call, thought Destiny.  They plan to make her mother a permanent slave.  And whoever that was on the phone would get her if they bagged her in the hunt.  How long would that be for?  Could the Saturday release be prevented some how by being bagged and owned in the hunt?  She would have to tell her mother about what she had overheard.

It was Harmony’s turn in the sling in the afternoon.  Kristi had been the recipient of Henry’s sperm in the morning before he attached the two girls to a plow and had them till a garden bed.

Destiny was ordered to fasten her mother into the sling.  It took her awhile to figure out how it worked but, with Harmony’s help, she finally got it straight.  Harmony was spread and completely vulnerable by the time Destiny was finished.  She stepped aside to await her next instructions.

Henry had removed his clothes by that time and Destiny shuddered as she saw his cock. It was completely soft now.  It seemed that Kristi must have handled his needs very well in the morning.  But despite being flaccid, it was still very, very big.

“Play with the girl, Destiny,” he said.  “Get her excited for me.”

“Sir?” replied Destiny with her eyebrows raised.

“You heard me, girl.  Play with the bound one.  Entertain me.”

“Oh wow!” thought Destiny.  “He wants me to play with my mom.”  It was one thing to have her mom kissing her and sucking on her nipple.  But it would be pretty forward of her to do something similar.

She glanced at her mother who just nodded back at her.  Was that encouragement?  Or was her mother nodding because Destiny had been right to question the command?  She stepped to the sling and looked into her mother’s eyes.  Harmony smiled slightly and nodded again.  “Just do it, kitten,” she whispered.

“Oh wow!”  This was going to be another wild moment.  Her mom had been right about things getting crazier as the week progressed.  She leaned down and pressed her lips to Harmony’s.  Harmony immediately opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue press between Destiny’s lips.  The kiss turned steamy instantly.

Destiny knew that soon she would be commanded to suck on her mother’s nipples if things proceeded like they had the day before.  She decided to take the initiative instead of being ordered.  She raised her left hand and placed it on Harmony’s belly.  She started a slow circular motion over the taut flesh and admired her mother’s body.

The tongues continued to dance together and Destiny moved her hand down to her mother’s Venus mound.  The bald pussy was smooth and her fingers enjoyed the silkiness of the denuded flesh.

Destiny was starting to get overheated.  She could tell by her mother’s ragged breathing that Harmony was also.  She glided her hand upward and gripped Harmony’s right breast, squeezing it before stroking her fingers and thumb upward on either side of the breast until they reached the nipple.  She gripped the nipple, feeling its stiffness and rolled it back and forth.  A moan escaped from Harmony’s throat.

She stroked the nipple softly several times, feeling it slip from her grip each time.  She finally ended the kiss, hearing Harmony groan as it ended.  She moved her head and sucked her mother’s right nipple into her mouth as she continued to stroke the left one.  Finally, she grasped the nipple more tightly and tugged upward, stretching and elongating the breast.  Harmony moaned again.

Her mother’s breasts were magnificent.  They were rounded.  They were firm.  They were full.  The texture of the flesh was unbelievably smooth and soft.  And to think, she used to nurse at these as a baby.

Henry had called her mother the most fuckable woman in the world.  As Harmony squirmed and cooed and moaned under Destiny’s ministrations, she could see what Henry meant.  His title for her probably had very little to do with the actual act of fucking.  It was probably more a result of her beauty and responsiveness.  She was a pure sexual animal.

Thinking of Henry reminded Destiny of his presence in the room.  She glanced in his direction and saw that his cock had fully hardened.  He was leaning back against what looked like an odd balance beam and was stroking his long pole with one hand while he watched his mother/daughter fantasy playing out before his eyes.  She continued to suck on the nipple and gripped it with her teeth, gnawing lightly at it and eliciting another coo out of Harmony.

After awhile, she released both nipples and moved to her mother’s other side.  Again, she leaned down and sucked one of the sensitive buds into her mouth, suckling on the right nipple this time.

She slid her right hand down across Harmony’s belly to stroke the bald Venus mound again.  Then she slid her hand even lower and cupped Harmony’s sex in her palm.  She could feel the wet heat emanating from her mother’s pussy.

She held her hand there for awhile and then started slowly rubbing up and down along Harmony’s sex.  The labia were already parted and ready to be impaled.  Destiny’s palm and fingers were quickly coated with copious amounts of the lubrication her mother was secreting.

Harmony was moaning and squirming in her bondage continuously at this point.  Destiny glanced upward and saw her mother’s eyelids almost completely closed and fluttering slightly.  A flush spread across her chest as a testament to her arousal.

Destiny started gnawing lightly on the nipple in her mouth as she pulled her hand back slightly so that her fingers were at Harmony’s clit.  She started stroking the sensitive little nubbin up and down slowly.  Harmony climaxed within moments with her body tensing and her belly quivering.  She let out a long low groan.

Destiny heard movement and glanced between her mother’s legs.  Henry was standing there, positioning his cock at the entrance to Harmony’s sex.  He pushed forward, sliding easily into the wet, silken channel, impaling Harmony completely in a single stroke.  Harmony was still coming down from her orgasm and let out a series of gasps and moans as she felt the bludgeon filling her.

Destiny released the breast she had been feasting on and moved down her mother’s body.  She watched as the thick pole emerged from Harmony’s sex, glistening with the heavy coating of juices.  She moved her lips to Harmony’s mound and then snaked out her tongue and shifted her position to reach the bound woman’s clit.

Destiny was in awe.  Her mother had watched her having sex the day before but she had never watched her mother fucking.  It was beautiful to see the labia being tugged outward as the cock pulled out of Harmony and then pushed back as the shaft sank back in.  She watched the pistoning movement as she continued to flutter her tongue over the juicy clit.

Harmony climaxed again and Destiny’s efforts were rewarded with a chorus of moans and coos and squeals.  Still, she kept flickering her tongue, trying to climax more climaxes out of the slave in the sling.

Destiny reached out with her left hand and claimed one of her mother’s breasts again, concentrating on the nipple which was stiff and rubbery at this point.  With her right hand, she reached beneath Harmony and between Henry’s legs.  She found his heavy balls swaying and grasped them lightly, squeezing slightly.

“Good girl,” Henry moaned as she toyed with his balls.  This girl was unbelievable, he thought.  Maybe this was the one he should permanently own if he could only have Harmony for four weeks each year.

Destiny released the balls and moved her hand to Harmony’s bottom.  The sling was well designed.  She found that it not only left her mother’s sex exposed and vulnerable, but it also spread her ass cheeks to allow easy access to the girl’s little pucker.

Destiny ran a finger around the exposed little rosebud and then pressed her fingertip into the center of it.  Her tongue kept fluttering and she kept enjoying the taste of Harmony’s sex.  Her left hand kept toying with Harmony’s nipple, tugging on it and stretching it.  Harmony climaxed again.

This action continued for another thirty minutes during which Harmony received three more orgasms.  It finally ended as Henry erupted and spewed his sperm into Harmony’s sex.  Destiny wanted to continue this exquisite torture but she knew that she should let Harmony rest.  She stood up and backed away.

“Clean me, girl,” commanded Henry after his limp cock slipped from Harmony’s body.  Destiny had another chance to taste her mother’s sweetness as her tongue bathed the cock.  This time, it was mixed with Henry’s saltiness.

“Now clean the girl,” he ordered.

Harmony gasped as she heard the command but Destiny was already lapping away at her sex before she could say anything.  The talented tongue probed and scooped, licking away most of the sperm that had been deposited.  Harmony had yet another orgasm before Henry finally declared that she was clean enough.

Chapter 8

“You had to expect that it would happen at some point,” said Kristi.  “You know how perverted my dad is.”  She was spooning with Harmony and holding one of Harmony’s breasts in her hand as they lay together in the cage.  Destiny had been claimed by Henry a couple of hours earlier and was presumably entertaining him now.

“I know,” sighed Harmony.  “I probably did know deep inside.  I probably just didn’t want to admit that he might do that.  I just hope that Des is okay.”

“Well, how are you about it?” asked Kristi.

“Hmmm.  That’s a problem,” responded Harmony.  “Part of me is disgusted that he would have a mother and daughter do those kinds of things together.  The other part is like wow!  She was amazing!  She had me going from the moment her lips touched mine.  She really knows how to play a girl.  I lost track of my orgasms but it was at least five.”

“Dad said seven,” said Kristi as she squeezed the breast in her hand again.  “I’ll have to try her out.  Maybe Des and I will get paired together at some point.”

“Yeah, try her out,” agreed Harmony.  “I wonder where she learned all of that stuff.”

Kristi laughed and moved her hand to swat Harmony’s ass playfully.  “It’s probably in her genes, most fuckable one.”

“I don’t know,” said Harmony.  “But she was like a little predator.”

“Harmony,” said Kristi after they had been silent for a little while.  “I have to tell you something.”

“I know,” Harmony said.  “You are tired of being a slave and you want to end the arrangement we have.”

“No!!!” exclaimed an astonished Kristi.  “I love being a slave.  Well, I love being your slave.  I could take or leave Sir Henry as a master.  Why?  Do you want to end the arrangement?”

“No, not at all,” replied Harmony.  “I love owning your cute little body.  And I actually have fun when your father claims me.  What is it then?”

“Well, it’s just a suspicion,” Kristi cautioned.  “But I think my mom and dad are entertaining the idea again of owning you permanently.”

“What?”  Are they going to trade you away for good?”

“I don’t know what they have planned.  I have only heard snippets of conversations.  But I’m pretty sure that they were talking about you permanently and full-time.”

“Well, how could they do that?” asked Harmony.

“I think they’ll probably just ask you first,” Kristi responded.  “They know that your daughters are no longer at home and maybe you would want to be a full time slave.”

“Well, my daughters might not be at home,” commented Harmony.  “But my husband is.”

“I don’t know what they’ll do,” said Kristi, honestly.  “They might ask.  They might offer money.  They might blackmail.  And it just dawned on me that they might use Destiny to get to you.”

“Destiny?” blinked Harmony.  “How would that work?”

“I don’t know.  I haven’t had a chance to think it through.  Maybe they would get Destiny into some horribly unacceptable situation; one that you would do anything to get her out of.”

“Oh,” nodded Harmony.  “Well, don’t say a word to Destiny.  I don’t want her worrying.  I want her first games to be fun.”

“I won’t,” said Kristi and she gave the breast another squeeze.

A few minutes later, Helen led Destiny into the room and unlocked the cage, pushing the naked slave into the cage.  “She’s a little tiger!” said Helen.

Harmony laughed.  “Yeah she is.  She’s my little kitten.”

Harmony patted the cushion in front of her after Helen left the room.  “Come join us, kitten.”

Destiny lay down where her mother indicated and spooned her back into Harmony.  Harmony ran her palm down Destiny’s side and patted her bottom before sliding it back up and cradling one of her daughter’s full breasts in her hand.  Destiny wiggled and pressed back tighter against Harmony, enjoying the intimacy.

“I hope you’re not having too bad of a time,” Harmony said.

“Oh no!” exclaimed Destiny, a little confused by her mother’s statement.  “I’m having a ball.  I hope you’re having a good time.”

“Well, what happened earlier today shouldn’t have happened,” said Harmony.

“Do you mean when Master was fucking you?”

“Yes, kitten,” replied Harmony.  “I mean that.”

“I thought it was beautiful,” Destiny replied.  “I thought you were beautiful.  Now I see why Master calls you the most fuckable woman in the world.”

“But he shouldn’t have us doing things together.”

“I don’t see why not,” offered Destiny.  “After all, he owns us both.”

Harmony was surprised with her daughter’s reaction.  She had not expected her to so fully embrace the rules of the No Return Games.  In an odd way, she was very proud of her kitten.  But was also a bit disturbing that she was not bothered by the incestuous acts of earlier in the day.

“Well, I think it’s wrong,” Harmony replied.  “And I think he shouldn’t be doing those things.”

Destiny rolled over to face her mother.  Then she tilted her head forward and kissed Harmony.  “And I think that you think too much.  Remember, it’s only a game.  And even you told me that what goes on in the games stays in the games.”  Then she continued the kiss.

Harmony was surprised again at the response and more than a little surprised at the kiss.  Instinctively she tensed and then pulled her head back as she felt her daughter’s tongue at her lips.  Destiny paused.

“Kristi, can you help me here?” Destiny asked.

“Sure,” replied Kristi.  “I’d love to.”

Destiny pushed on Harmony’s shoulder and Kristi grabbed her hip.  They rolled Harmony onto her back and Destiny kissed her on the lips again, lying across one arm to keep her pinned down.  Kristi was lying on the other arm and took advantage of the availability of the older woman’s breasts.  She sucked on one nipple for awhile and then switched to the other, alternating back and forth frequently.

Harmony gasped at the sudden attack.  She resisted at first but then her body started betraying her.  It was not long until Destiny’s tongue snuck into Harmony’s mouth and the dual assault soon had her moaning.

“Let’s switch places,” Destiny said to Kristi after they had been feasting on Harmony for over five minutes.

“Gladly, sis,” grinned Kristi.  She took Destiny’s place and started a passionate kiss of her own with the prone slavegirl.  Destiny laid down on top of Harmony and grasped a breast in each hand, squeezing them together and toying with the nipples.

She would suckle and lick.  She nibbled and gnawed.  Occasionally, she would press the breasts together and suck in both nipples at the same time, pulsing them and raking them with her teeth.

Harmony was moaning at this point.  Her two slave sisters were driving her crazy with lust.  Lips and tongues were setting her on fire.  She gasped into Kristi’s lips as she felt Destiny sliding lower on her body.  She clamped her legs together but Destiny easily parted them and then lay down between them with her face hovering over Harmony’s sex.

Destiny feasted her eyes on Harmony’s sex, seeing the petals opened and glistening with arousal.  The little pink clitoris was exposed and looked like a shiny pearl.  Destiny blew lightly on the little pearl and saw Harmony tremble.  Finally, she extended her tongue and scooped up between the wet folds of Harmony’s sex, gathering the sweet nectar.

Kristi shifted focus on the trapped slavegirl’s breasts again.  She drew Harmony’s left nipple deep into her mouth and then let her teeth glide over the firm flesh as she drew her head back.  Harmony was moaning loudly as Kristi repeated her actions with the right breast.

Destiny plunged her tongue as deep as she could into Harmony’s sex and scooped up between the labia over and over again.  Finally, she pulled her head back and looked at Harmony’s pussy again.  She ran a finger down one labia and then the other before pushing it in.  She pumped it several times and then added a second finger.

She watched her fingers gliding in and out of the wet, warm pussy.  It was the most beautiful and the most erotic thing she could imagine.  She loved the hairless mound and leaned forward, kissing it as her fingers continued to pump in and out.

Finally, it was time to feast again.  She lowered her head again and flicked her tongue over the juicy pearl, hearing Harmony’s moaning getting louder.  She pursed her lips and sucked the tiny nubbin into her mouth as she let her tongue flutter over it.  Harmony groaned with her body tensing as the orgasm tore through her.  Still, Destiny kept suckling and fluttering her tongue over the sensitive clit.

Finally, Destiny stopped and pulled her head back but kept moving her fingers in and out of the swampy sex.  She twisted her arm, rotating her fingers inside of Harmony and enjoying the spongy softness she encountered.  Harmony’s belly was still rippling, indicating to Destiny that little orgasmic aftershocks must still be shooting through the prone slave.  She paused all motions to let Harmony recover.  Finally, she settled down and Destiny started anew.

She pulled her fingers out and added a third finger which she pushed back into her slave sister easily.  Then she lowered her head and started fluttering her tongue over the juicy clit.  Harmony’s belly immediately started quivering again.

“Stop, stop, don’t,” protested Harmony as the greedy mouths started working on her again. She kept repeating it.  “Stop, stop, don’t.”

Eventually, the pauses shifted slightly and it was coming out as “Stop…. Don’t stop,” as if Harmony wasn’t sure if she wanted them to cease or continue.  Finally, it was just “Don’t stop” being uttered between moans.  It did not take long for the next orgasm to strike her and she tensed and groaned again.

Kristi and Destiny were not finished yet.  They kept toying with Harmony’s body and kept her pinned down as they took advantage of her.  It was the wee hours of the morning when they finally did stop after coaxing four orgasms out of her.

They lay down again in their original positions with Kristi holding one of Harmony’s breasts and Harmony holding one of Destiny’s.  Kristi fell asleep almost instantly.

“Nobody can ever hear about what happened this week, kitten,” said Harmony.

“They won’t, Mom,” replied Destiny.  “What happens in the games stays in the games.   Stop being such a worrier.  Besides, I’m having a ball.  This has been a lot of fun.  And I got to give you eleven orgasms today.”

Harmony blushed at the words even though she was rarely ever embarrassed by anything.  “Yes, sweetie.  I know.  I was there.”

Destiny giggled and nodded.  “Yes you were.  Oh, Mom, there’s something I have to tell you.”

She described how she woke up while Helen was on the phone.  She described what she overheard.  “I think they are thinking about keeping you.”

Harmony sighed.  “I thought we were beyond that.  They tried one other time; the first time.  But we came up with a plan that I thought met their needs.  I guess not.”

“I’m worried, Mom.”

“Don’t be, kitten,” said Harmony as she gave Destiny’s breast a squeeze.  “But whatever you do, don’t agree to anything beyond Saturday.  They can’t get to me other than through you.”

“I won’t, Mom,” replied Destiny.

To be continued

Chapter 9

Helen seemed to adopt Destiny as her pet and kept the girl with her constantly when she was not being fucked by Henry or sleeping in the kennels with the other two slaves.  Wednesday morning, Destiny found herself back at the stables as Helen fitted her with her tack.  She hoped against hope that she would be spared the indignity of the butt plug that held her tail but the inevitable happened anyways.  She was bent over a railing as the plug was slowly inserted into her rectum.  She yelped once it was finally fully embedded in her.  This one was much larger than the one she had worn on previous days.  Did that mean that she had been wearing the small one all along after all?

Helen always amused herself with Destiny’s body as the tack was being fitted.  Breasts were squeezed.  Nipples were tweaked.  Pussy was probed.  She seemed to find delight in every aspect of the girl’s body.  “Pretty pony.”

This day, Helen decided it was time for her new pony to take her on a ride through the countryside.  She lashed her girl to a cart and then got into it herself.  The buggy whip was used to get the pony moving but, after that, all that was needed were the reins which were attached to clamps on Destiny’s nipples.

Destiny growled under her breath as she was running down the dirt road.  This was so humiliating!  And she gasped each time the reins were used, sending little sparks of pain through her chest.

The butt plug was clearly larger than she was used to.  And she felt it move inside of her with each step.  It was not painful but it sure was distracting.

As they rounded a bend in the road, Destiny stopped dead in her tracks to avoid running into a man and woman on horseback.  Her face turned crimson at being seen in such a humiliating situation.

“Nice filly you have there, Helen,” the man said.

“Yes, nice lines,” offered the woman.

“Hi, Mary,” replied Helen.  “Hi, John.  Thanks.  She’s a new addition.  She’s still training but she has a lot of potential.”

The two riders dismounted from their horses and stepped closer to Destiny.  The man knelt on one knee and ran his hand up and down Destiny’s left thigh.  “Looks like a thoroughbred; strong haunches too.”

“Like I said,” Helen responded.  “She has a lot of potential.  Oh, I haven’t heard back from you yet.  Will you be joining us tomorrow for the hunt?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” said Mary as she tugged lightly on Destiny’s tail with one hand while her other hand traced slow circles over Destiny’s belly.  “Can we bring Elizabeth with us?”

“Sure,” said Helen.  “As hunter or prey?”

John laughed.  “I guess she is old enough to be prey.  What do you think, honey?”

“How many prey do you have already?” asked Mary.  “And is this girl included as someone we can bag?”

“Oh yes.  Destiny will be hunted tomorrow,” said Helen.  “We’re contributing three this year.  Destiny is one.  Harmony, who you have met before, will be prey.  And we’ll be hunting Kristi too.  Plus there will be two others contributed by Lauren and the Simpsons.”

“How many hunters?” asked John.

“Ten so far,” Helen responded.  “Eleven if Elizabeth is a hunter too.  And I’m still waiting to hear back from one couple.”

“Hmmm,” pondered Mary.  “Maybe Elizabeth should be prey too.”

Destiny listened to the conversation in amazement.  It seemed like slavery was perfectly normal to them.  And it seemed like it was some kind of game to them.  She didn’t know who Elizabeth was but she guessed the daughter.  And they were nonchalantly discussing whether she would be slave or dominant tomorrow.

The other thing that amazed her was how they were treating her as if she really was a pony.  Many of the comments were about her but none were directed at her.  Instead, they talked among themselves, ignoring her in the conversation as they inspected.  Although, it was not like she could have contributed anything intelligible to the conversation with the way her tongue was trapped between the two bars of the bit and held firmly, rendering her speechless.

“We have to move on, now,” said Helen.  “I need to get my pony cooled down properly so she doesn’t catch a chill.  See you tomorrow.”

“Count on having a sixth slave in the hunt,” said John as he mounted his horse again.  “Elizabeth will be joining in as prey.”

Destiny shook her head in disbelief as she trotted away, pulling the cart and its passenger along behind her.  These people were crazy, she thought.

She was glad to be moving again.  For one thing, it was good to get away from the two strangers who had been ogling and fondling her so blatantly.  That was pretty embarrassing.  More importantly, though, she had started to cool down while standing there.  It was quite a bit cooler up here in the upstate New York countryside.  It was one thing to run around naked in the warm Virginia climate where Baldsworth Park was located.  It was still spring, though, and warm weather came later in the north of New York State.  She couldn’t believe that Helen had her running around naked outside at all in this chilly weather.  And tomorrow, all three of them would be running around all day.  Maybe they would give them some clothes for the hunt.

Helen led her back to the stables, tugging on Destiny’s nipples with the reins to guide her.  Destiny was showered and received a rubdown before Helen brushed out her long blonde mane.

Helen held onto Destiny for the afternoon also.  Helen bound her ankles together and placed a spreader bar between her knees.  She was kneeling with her knees spread wide and her ankles tucked beneath her bottom, forming a kind of tripod.  Her wrists were bound behind her back.  And then a tall stiff collar was placed around her neck, preventing her from moving her head in any direction.

The final step of the bondage was to wrap her.  Elastic netting was wrapped around her body tightly.  Soon, she felt like she was in a cocoon and was completely immobilized.  The only thing not covered by the netting was her head which was free, but locked in place by the stiff collar.

The purpose of the bondage soon became clear.  Helen was puttering around the kitchen where Destiny was bound.  Periodically, Helen would drag a stool over to the bound girl and sit down, lifting her skirt.  Helen’s pussy would be right in front of the girl’s face and it was obvious what was expected.  Destiny would open her mouth and extend her tongue, servicing her mistress until Helen decided that it was time to get back to work.  Then, the stool would be dragged away and Helen would busy herself again in the kitchen.  If Destiny thought that being a pony girl was humiliating, this was even worse.  Once again, she felt dehumanized.  But now she was more like an inanimate object.  She was nothing more than a vibrator mounted on a tripod.

Harmony and Kristi had a more normal day, if life as a slave girl can ever be considered normal.  Their day mostly revolved around sex.  Henry fucked Kristi while Harmony fondled her.  Henry fucked Harmony while Kristi fondled her.  He finally took a break and had the two girls make love to one another to entertain him.  He fucked Kristi again with Harmony bound straddling the dreaded horse.

He always fucked Harmony’s ass at least once during each of her visits.  He saved his last load of sperm for the day to take Harmony’s ass.  Kristi was lying on a bench with Harmony lapping at her sex.  Henry impaled Harmony’s ass with his cock and pistoned in and out as Harmony delivered multiple orgasms to Kristi.

None of the three girls was summoned to entertain that evening.  Both the master and the mistress were completely satiated by the time dinner was served.  The girls were secured in their cage for the night as soon as dinner was over and, once again, they spooned together on the cushion.

“We can’t be fooling around all night like last night,” Harmony warned, trying to preemptively fend off the other two who had ravished her for hours the previous night.  “The hunt is tomorrow so we’ll need our rest.”

“Awww!” complained Destiny.  “Couldn’t we play for just a little while?  I haven’t had a single orgasm all day.”

Kristi laughed.  “I’ll take care of her, Harmony.”  Destiny’s back was to her so she rolled Destiny toward her.  Destiny reached out her arms and legs spread eagle and giggled.

“I’m all yours,” she grinned up at Kristi.

“No,” corrected Kristi.  “You’re all his.  But I’m going to use your body tonight for my pleasure.”

“Ooooo!” squealed Destiny.  “That just sent something through me.  I’m not sure what it was.  But it was like a thrill rushed through my body when you said I’m all his.”

“Yanno,” she continued.  “Being owned is pretty exciting.  I think I could even get used to being a slave.”

“Don’t even think about it,” said Harmony sternly.

Chapter 10

“This one is still my favorite,” Destiny heard.  She glanced over and saw a woman gripping her mother’s chin and turning her head back and forth as if inspecting her.

“Hello, Lauren,” said Harmony as the woman handled her.

“Yes, I think this is the one I’ll take home with me tonight.”  Lauren trailed her finger down Harmony’s neck and chest and circled each breast once.  “Lovely, just lovely.  Yes, you will be my target today.”

Destiny gulped as she saw the woman glance at her.  “Hello.  What have we here?” the woman said as she stepped in front of Destiny.  Destiny felt feminine fingers grasping her chin and moving her head back and forth and up and down as she too was assessed just as her mother had been.

“So many lovelies to choose from,” said Lauren.  She was now lifting Destiny’s breasts and brushing her thumbs back and forth across the stiffening nipples.  “But why should I have to choose?  I’ll bag you both.”

Then she released the breasts and stepped up to Kristi.  “And I’ll through you in the lot for good measure too.  Three lovelies should keep me entertained.  And you have always been my favorite play thing… I mean playmate.”

It was true that they had been playmates for a long time.  They had grown up as childhood best friends and had been inseparable.  College had been the thing that finally did get them apart but they remained best friends. And when Henry claimed Kristi as a slave, Lauren, who was dominant, borrowed her best friend frequently to enjoy Kristi as a sexual play thing.

There were six naked girls with their wrists stretched high above their heads, attached to hooks.  They were lined up in the middle of the barn and this was viewing time before the hunt would start at nine.  Ten dominants roamed among the naked beauties, enjoying the soft, firm flesh and trying to determine which to shoot.  The hunter would get to keep the girl he shot.

“We haven’t had a hunt in several years so let me go over the rules,” said Henry loudly to get everyone’s attention.  “We’ll release the girls and give them a head start.  Fifteen minutes later, we’ll start the hunt.  You get to keep whoever you shoot until five o’clock tomorrow afternoon.  A paintball to any part of the body constitutes a kill.  Any questions?

“What about us?” asked Harmony.  “Do we get to keep anyone we shoot?”

Sir Henry laughed.  “I think that’s only fair.  What do the rest of you say?”

“I like it,” said Lauren.  She was remembering the last time they played with those rules and how she had benefited significantly because of it.

“I’m not so sure,” said Helen.  Helen too was remembering the last time.  She had been shot by Harmony when they had that rule in place.  And since Harmony was later shot by Lauren, Helen belonged to Lauren for a day.  It had been the most humiliating twenty four hours of her life.

All of the others agreed it was fair so Helen finally relented.  The hunted would also be hunters.  But they would start off unarmed.

“Okay then, if one of the girls shoots you, you belong to them.  If the girl is later shot by one of the other hunters, the other hunter will own the girl and anyone the girl has shot.  Any questions?”

The girls were released and then sent on their way.  They all fanned out in different directions across the huge estate.  But Destiny and Harmony and Kristi had a plan.  Kristi described a rendezvous point where they would all meet up.

“I can’t believe they didn’t give us shoes,” said Destiny as she sat on a rock at the rendezvous point, rubbing her left foot.  “That’s sure going to slow us down.  At least it’s a lot warmer today than it was yesterday”

“Yeah,” agreed Harmony.  “I think they at least let me wear shoes last time.”

“Maybe you were too good for them,” Destiny said.  “Maybe they’re giving us a handicap.”

“She was awesome last time,” said Kristi.  “Incredible.  But why would they give us a handicap?  We’re already naked and unarmed.”

It was true.  Not a single item of clothing or jewelry adorned any of the three bodies.  They weren’t even wearing collars today.  They were as naked as the day they were born.

“I can’t believe Elizabeth’s parents added her to the hunt,” said Kristi.

“Why not?” asked Destiny.  “Yours added you.”

“That’s true,” responded Kristi.  “But she’s always been their little princess.  I wouldn’t even be surprised if she’s still a virgin.  Plus, she’s so young.  I’m not sure if she’s even eighteen yet.”

“Yeah, she did look awfully young,” observed Destiny.  “And she’s so beautiful.  We’ll have to shoot her for ourselves once we get guns.”

“Well, if she’s still a virgin,” said Harmony, “I know who Henry’s going after.  But we’d better stop gabbing and get ready or we’re going to end up with paint spattered all over our bodies.”

They had discussed their plan early this morning when they woke up.  They would try to find a lone hunter first.  Since Destiny was the fastest, she would be the bait.  She would let herself be seen by the hunter and then lure him or her back to the other two who would ambush the hunter.

If there were two hunters in a group, they would split up on the capture.  Harmony and Destiny would both tackle the hunters and sit on them to prevent them from using their guns.  Kristi would remove their weapons.

In either case, they would shoot their victim or victims with a paintball to take them out of the game.  Then they would strip and bind their victims and send them back to the house to be claimed later.  Under no circumstances would they try to take on a group of more than two hunters unless absolutely necessary.

The rendezvous point was strewn with boulders which provided good hiding spots for them.  Little paths among the boulders restricted a person’s options in terms of where to walk and made it easy to figure out the route that a person would take.  Now it was just a matter of waiting for their first victim.

“I’m horny,” announced Destiny after they had been waiting about an hour.  She was slowly stroking a finger up and down along her labia and was tugging on one of her nipples.

Harmony rolled her eyes.  She couldn’t believe that her daughter would act so lewdly, especially with her mother present.  “What’s gotten into you this week?  Can’t you wait until after the game?”

“I don’t know,” replied Destiny.  “I’m just so horny this week.  And I don’t think I can wait.”

“Well, you’ll have to take care of it yourself,” said Harmony.

“I’ll help her,” said Kristi.  “It shouldn’t take me long at all to get her off.  Let me just have a quick look around first, though.”  Kristi poked her head up over the rocks and scanned the horizon.  Then she climbed back down.

“There are two off in that direction,” she told Harmony.  “But they’re not heading in this direction.”  Then Kristi went to Destiny and knelt in front of her.

“Okay,” replied Harmony.  “But make it quick.”

Kristi went to work immediately, scooping her tongue between Destiny’s petals.  Her sex was already swampy with arousal.  Destiny reached up and grasped her breasts, capturing her nipples between fingers and thumbs and squeezing.  This felt so good!!!  This is how life was meant to be lived!!!

Harmony glanced over at the two and shook her head.  How did her daughter become such a slut all of a sudden?  The games always seemed to loosen everyone up, but this was ridiculous.  Kristi’s tongue was now lashing at Destiny’s clit and, without warning, she tensed.

“Aiii..”  Kristi reached up and clamped her hand over Destiny’s mouth, cutting off her orgasmic squeal.  Harmony glanced back again, horrified that the squeal had started in the first place.

“Aha!” Harmony heard down below her perch on top of the rocks.  “I thought I would find you here.  But I thought I would find all three of you.”  It was Sir Henry’s voice and he was standing in front of Kristi and Destiny.

Without even thinking, Harmony propelled her body into the air from the top of the rock that she was on, flying to land on top of Henry.  Henry was toppled by the surprise assault and Kristi quickly got to her feet and grabbed the paintball gun as Harmony wrestled with the big man.

Henry would not give up and quickly had the naked Harmony pinned beneath him.  Kristi had no choice.  She aimed the gun and shot her father in the butt.

“Awwww,” groaned Henry.  “That wasn’t fair.”

“All’s fair in lewd sex and war, Dad,” replied Kristi.

“What happened to Master?”

Kristi cleared her throat.  “Hmmmffff.  What happened to Mistress?”

Henry groaned again.  They stripped him and bound his wrists behind his back and then sent him on his way.  By the rules, he was to walk back to the house and wait to be claimed by whoever had rights to him at the end of the day.  His only request before he left was that they protect Kristi who had shot him.  He did not want to become Lauren’s slave boy for a day.

“We can use some of this,” said Harmony as she slipped Henry’s long sleeve camouflage shirt on.  It looked like it was about fifteen sizes too big for her but, once she rolled up the sleeves and fastened a couple of the buttons, it covered her well from neck to knees.  Kristi snatched up the brown t-shirt that her father had worn.  It too was big and went from neck to mid thigh.

“So I get his pants?” said Destiny as she held up the garment that she could not possibly wear.  “What good are they?”

“You did almost get us captured, girl,” said Harmony.

“What?  No kitten any more?” pouted Destiny.

“Kitten?” replied Harmony.  “You’re more like a rabbit.  You just go from fuck to fuck.”

“Sorry Mom,” said a chastened Destiny.  “I’ll try to do better.  It’s just that our game has triggered something in me.  I’m horny all the time.”

Harmony walked over to her daughter and hugged her.  “Don’t worry.  You’re not a rabbit.  A slut puppy, maybe.  But you’ll always be my little kitten.”

Destiny groaned as she heard the words.  But she knew that she was out of control.  Her libido had taken over.  She only hoped that her mother forgave her for her lewd behavior at the end of the week.

Destiny took a little longer to get dressed.  She hoped to use a pant leg to form a sort of bra but the paint had splattered over a lot of the pants and there was not enough material left to wrap around her chest.  But eventually, she was able to fashion some clothing out of the remnants of Henry’s outfit that were left.

By the time Destiny finished creating her clothing, she looked like a pornographic version of a comic book Amazon super heroine.  She had torn Sir Henry’s pants and stripped out the hem that went down one leg.  That was tied around her waist and rested loosely on her hips.  A bandana that she found in one of his pockets was tucked into her waistband and hung down to cover her sex.  She had torn a long narrow strip of his pants and tucked it into her waistband behind her so that the valley between her ass cheeks was covered.

She used his belt for her ultimate fashion statement.  She wrapped it around her chest so that it covered her nipples and then tightened it.  Her breasts were compressed and dented by the leather band.

“It should keep them from bouncing so much,” she had explained to her two teammates.

“You look like a poster child for a kinky fuck fest,” said Kristi once the outfit was complete.

“I was looking for function,” replied Destiny indignantly.  “Not form or style.”

“Here, take this,” said Harmony as she tucked a long feather into Destiny’s hair behind her ear.  “It suits you.”

“We should move someplace else,” said Harmony.  “I doubt that Sir Henry will tell others where we are since they will end up owning him.  But he might.  Where should we go, Kristi?”

They heard some shouting off to their right.  “Not that way.  Follow me.”

She led the merry band of Wardham warriors along a path.  They were approaching a clearing when they saw movement.  Elizabeth was moving across the clearing nervously, glancing around in all directions.

“Oooo!!!” whispered Destiny to her fellow slaves.  “Can I bag her?  She’ll be lots of fun to play with.”

“No!” Harmony whispered back harshly.  “Focus on the task, slut puppy.”

Destiny stuck out her lower lip and pouted.  She didn’t get to pout long before they heard “pfffft…. pfffft.”  Two brightly colored spots appeared on Elizabeth’s alabaster white skin; one red and one blue.

“Oh my,” they heard Elizabeth gasp.  Just then, the Simpsons emerged from the woods, walking toward the girl.

“Looks like we both got her,” Mr. Simpson said.

“Then we’ll just have to share her,” replied Mrs. Simpson.

“I planned on sharing our catch with you anyways, dear,” he smiled at his wife.  “But seeing that it’s sweet little Elizabeth, I think I’ll try out a sample right now.”  He unbuckled his pants and then let them drop around his ankles.  His cock hung there limply but caused Elizabeth’s eyes to open wide nonetheless.

“Want me to get you ready, dear?” asked Mrs. Simpson.

“I can get myself ready,” he replied.  “Make sure that the girl is ready.”

Mrs. Simpson smiled back at him.  “Gladly, dear.”

She gripped Elizabeth by the shoulder and helped her to kneel.  Then she pushed her back until she was lying on the grass.  Mrs. Simpson lay down between her legs and kissed the girl’s sex.

“Oh no!!!” cried out Elizabeth.  “Please don’t do that.”

“It’s going to happen eventually anyways,” said Mrs. Simpson as she ran a finger down the girl’s labia which were still closed together.  “It might as well start now.  After all, we own you now.”

“It’s a good thing I’m preparing her,” Mrs. Simpson said to her husband who was scanning the woods around them as he stood guard and stroked his hardening cock.  “She’s as dry as a bone.”

“Well, loosen her up for me and make sure she’s wet.”

Elizabeth cried out again as the tongue licked and probed.  She turned every shade of red imaginable from the shame of what was happening to her.  Finally, Mrs. Simpson declared that the girl was ready for him.  He got down on his knees and, in one stroke, fully embedded his cock in the teenager.  She cried out, obviously in pain.  Mrs. Simpson watched as her husband claimed their new slave girl.

“Pigs!” whispered Destiny.  “That’s so rude.”  She grabbed the paint gun from Kristi and arose, rushing into the clearing.  Mrs. Simpson was so totally engrossed in the lewd scene before her that she was not doing a very good job of standing guard.  But she did have a gun in her hand so Destiny shot her first.  Mr. Simpson didn’t even realize that Destiny was there until a green paintball exploded on his ass.

“Slaves!” announced Destiny as she stood triumphantly with her hands on her hips.

Harmony and Kristi rushed forward and relieved the Simpsons of their weapons.  Mr. Simpson lost his erection from the surprise and slipped out of Elizabeth.  Then they were stripped and bound and sent on their way back to the estate. 

Elizabeth was already naked so she was bound by Harmony and Kristi.  Destiny took a few minutes playing with the teenager’s full breasts, causing Elizabeth to blush anew.  “These belong to me now,” said Destiny.  “I’m going to love owning them and playing with them.”  Then they sent her on her way back to the house.

“What was that little Rambo move?” asked Kristi as she went through the clothing that they had just liberated.  They gave Mr. Simpson’s sneakers to Destiny since she was doing most of the running.  And now each of them had a weapon.

“They were being such pigs,” replied Destiny.  “Somebody had to take them out.”

Kristi rolled her eyes.  “Do you want any of their clothes?”

“No,” replied Destiny as she looked down at her nearly naked body that bore the scant, outlandish outfit that she had fashioned earlier.  “I like what I have on.”

Again, they traveled on to find a new ambush site.  Over the next hour, they bagged the Carters and then surprised Lauren by shooting her.

“Such a pretty slave girl,” said Harmony as she held Lauren’s breasts in her hands.  “I’m looking forward to you serving me.”

“You were just lucky,” growled a very pissed off Lauren.

“That’s Mistress to you.”

“Ha!” scoffed Lauren as she turned and started walking back to the estate with her wrists bound behind her back.  Harmony gave Lauren’s ass a swat which caused the former mistress to jump and squeal.

“She’ll be a tough one to train,” said Harmony as they watched Lauren’s ass wiggle and sway its way out of the clearing.  “It should be lots of fun.”

Chapter 11

It was early afternoon when they encountered Elizabeth’s father.  He was easily bagged now that they each had a weapon.  They stripped him down and tied his wrists like they had the others.  Then they sent him packing to wait until the end of the game.

“Have you seen my daughter out here?” he asked before he left.

“Is she the one you were hunting?” asked Harmony.

“Actually, I was hunting for any of the six girls,” he replied.  “Any one of you would be good catches.”

“Well, she was bagged earlier,” said Kristi.  “You should see her when you get back to the house.”

“How did she seem?” he asked.

“She seemed delicious,” grinned Destiny.  “I’m just sorry that I wasn’t the one to bag her.”  Harmony swatted her daughter’s ass at the remark.

It was shortly after the male left that disaster struck.  They still had three more people to capture:  Helen, Helen’s friend Peg, and Elizabeth’s mother Mary.  And they were starting to feel pretty comfortable about their chances of winning.

They had moved back into the protection of some boulders and were discussing their next move.  Destiny was twirling her paint gun on her finger like a gunslinger from the Wild West.  But she slipped and the gun went off.  A white spot appeared on Harmony’s chest, right between the woman’s breasts.

“Awww, Des,” groaned Harmony.  “Look what you’ve done.”

“Sorry, Mom,” replied Destiny.  “It was an accident.”

“We’ll just wash it off,” said Kristi.  “Accidents don’t count.  And hunters can’t hunt other hunters.”

“That’s not the rule,” Harmony responded.  “Paint anywhere on the body counts as a kill.  And you’re right that hunters can’t hunt the other hunters but slaves can hunt slaves.  And we’re slaves.”

“So does that mean I own you?” asked Destiny, bright-eyed and excited all of a sudden.  This was an interesting twist!

“I guess it does,” said Harmony.  “At least for now.”

“Ooooo!!!” squealed Destiny.  “Bind her wrists, Kristi!”

Destiny stepped up to her mother and peeled the shirt off of her, letting it fall to the ground.  Then she claimed Harmony’s breasts in her hands as Kristi tied rope around the new prisoner’s wrists.

“I’m going to love owning these,” giggled Destiny.

“Have fun while you can,” said Harmony as she shook her head in disbelief.  “You still have to make it until five without being shot.”

“That’s Mistress to you,” said Destiny as she stroked the soft tender flesh of the glorious orbs in her hands.

Harmony rolled her eyes.  “Have fun while you can, Mistress.”  Then she muttered under her breath.  “What a slut puppy.”

“That just earned you a good spanking,” said Destiny.  “Now run along, girl, and join the others.  I’ll come collect you later.”

“Now what do we do?” asked Destiny once Harmony had left.

“Go find the last three,” replied Kristi.

“Or we could just hide out until five,” Destiny said.  “We get to keep what we caught and we already have enough slaves for the two of us.  I get Mom though.”

“I want total domination,” said Kristi.  “I want to catch them all.”

“Okay,” nodded Destiny.  “Fine by me.  Let’s go.”

They searched everywhere on the vast property.  It was a lot easier now that they both had sneakers.  But they saw no signs of the three women.

“There are only two more places that I can think of,” said Kristi, “unless they are cheating and hiding at the house.”

It was getting late in the afternoon and the hunt would be ending soon.  They set off together to check out the last two possible hiding spots.  The first was a cave near their original rendezvous spot.  But it was empty.

The other was a small rundown shack that had been used by the original farmer of the land.  They crept up to the shack stealthily and heard voices coming from inside.

“The hunt’s almost over,” one of the women said.  “Shouldn’t we go catch ourselves a slave girl?”

“Yeah, I agree,” said another woman.  “I want a toy for tonight.”

“Well, I’m not going out there,” they heard Helen say.  “I’m not going to risk Lauren owning me again.  Last time, it was horrible.”

“You stay here, then,” said the first woman.  “I’m going to go catch myself a nice juicy pussy.”

“I’ll help,” said the second woman.  “Let’s try to get two.”

The door opened and Destiny and Kristi waited until they were outside and had closed the door behind them.  Then they opened fire.  Both women were hit with their first shots.

“Come on out, Mom,” shouted Kristi.  “We have you surrounded.”

“I’m not coming out,” replied Helen through the closed door.  Destiny worked on stripping the two latest captives and binding their wrists while Kristi negotiated with her mother.  The two naked ladies were sent back to the house and then Destiny turned to Kristi.

“Should we just leave her in there?”

“Total domination,” replied Kristi.

“Okay, then we’ll have to go in after her.”

“Let’s do it,” said Kristi.  They stood on either side of the door like they had seen in police shows on TV and Kristi pulled it open.  Helen was firing wildly, hurling paintballs everywhere.

Destiny ducked down and poked her head around the corner.  “She’s in the back on your side.”

“Ready?” asked Kristi.

Destiny took a deep breath and then nodded.  “Ready.”

They both raised their guns and then charged through the door, firing.  Helen was still frantically shooting and Destiny dropped to the floor.  She aimed steadily and shot, striking Helen on the shoulder.

“Gotcha!” called out Destiny and Helen lowered her weapon, sighing.

“Gee, that was fun!” giggled Destiny.  “Let’s get her outside.”

“Okay.  But she got me too,” said Kristi.

“It doesn’t matter,” replied Destiny.  “The game’s over now anyways.”

As they all emerged from the shack, they heard the bell ringing in the distance, announcing that it was five o’clock.  Helen was stripped and bound.  Kristi insisted that she was shot fairly before Destiny shot Helen, so Kristi peeled off her shirt and sneakers and Destiny bound her also.  Then she led the two latest captives back to the house.

“Oh my gosh!” Destiny gasped once they arrived at the house.  She was surrounded by fifteen naked bodies, each with their wrists tied behind their back.  “I have fifteen slaves?”

Harmony laughed at her daughter’s sudden realization.  “You sure do, kitten.”

“Well how in the heck am I going to deal with that?” Destiny asked.

“Let’s go talk about that,” said Harmony.  “I have some ideas for you.”

“We’ll be right back, folks,” Harmony called out to the crowd of slaves.  “Don’t go away.”

Harmony’s solution was to claim one slave to have until five the next day.  Then Destiny could make arrangements for enslavements in the future.  She could arrange to come back to use her property or have them travel to her for their slavery.  And she could give some of the slaves away to others.  But she should make sure that each of the slaves ended up serving their twenty four hours.

“That’s brilliant, Mom!” said Destiny as she beamed at Harmony.  “That should be a lot of fun.”

They returned to the group and Destiny announced the fates of all of the slaves.

Chapter 12

“So what did you think about the Old Girl Games?” asked Harmony as the two of them drove through the Virginia countryside back toward home.  Destiny lived inside of DC and Harmony and her husband lived in one of the Virginia suburbs.

“Oh my gosh, Mom!” blurted Destiny.  “I can’t wait until next year!  I don’t understand why they won’t let you play more than once a year.”

“Probably because people like you and me would get addicted to them,” Harmony responded.  They want us to have normal lives.  I’m glad you had fun.”

“It was probably the most thrilling time of my life,” declared Destiny.

They had flown back to the place where the games were held and the barn had been turned into a banquet hall again.  Most of the players from the previous weekend were there for a celebration of the close of another successful game.

Faith joined Destiny and Harmony and Kristi at their table, along with Samantha.  Sam had a glow in her cheeks that Destiny recognized as sexual satisfaction.  Although it could be from her pregnancy, Destiny thought.

“You set another new record for selling price,” Sam told Harmony.  “Both of you did.  I felt like chopped liver at the price I went for.”

Faith giggled and leaned over, kissing Sam’s cheek.  “Oh, we would have paid a lot more for you if we had to.  We just happened to get you cheap.  I think the pregnancy scared most people away.”

“Well, it didn’t seem to interfere with you,” said Sam.  Then she turned to Harmony.  “I think you might have another magician in the family.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows at that comment and turned to her younger daughter.  “So you bought Sam?”  Faith was still giggling but composed herself enough to answer.

“Well, the Beta house actually bought her.  But she was kind of my own personal pet for most of the week.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows again.  Faith had always been so shy and retiring in the past.  What had gotten into her youngest daughter?

“Yeah, I was sort of like her lap dog,” nodded Samantha.  “You know, as in lap, lap, lap.”  She illustrated what she meant by extending her tongue and moving it as if she was a dog lapping at a bowl of water.

Faith giggled uncontrollably at that comment.  Destiny blushed when it finally dawned on her what it meant and she tried to picture her beautiful former roommate kneeling between her sister’s legs with her tongue lapping at Faith’s sex.

The dinner finally ended and the people started to disperse.  Destiny saw Faith and Sam in a passionate kiss and heard Sam promising to return in two weeks to spend another weekend as Faith’s pet.

Destiny and Harmony both kissed Kristi goodbye.  And Kristi confirmed that she would report to Harmony’s home in two weeks for her next week of slavery.  Then Harmony and Destiny got in the car for the ride home.

“Now remember, Des,” said Harmony as they got closer to DC.

“I know, Mom,” Destiny interrupted her.  “What goes on at the games stays at the games.”

“Exactly,” said Harmony.

“Don’t worry about me,” Destiny assured her.  “I won’t be saying a word.  Besides, nobody would believe me if I did want to say something.”

“Good,” nodded Harmony.

The solution that Destiny came up with at the end of the hunt was complicated but seemed to work.  She gave away six of the fifteen slaves that she had won.  She gave the Carters to the Simpsons.  She gave Elizabeth’s parents to the Carters.  And she gave the Simpsons to Elizabeth’s parents.

Destiny would return to the New York farm for two separate weekends when Helen and Henry would each have the opportunity to be her slave.  Lauren and Elizabeth and Kristi, plus all of the others who had been hunted, were given assignments to travel to Destiny’s DC apartment where they would serve their slavery.  And she claimed her mother to be her slave that night until five the following afternoon.

Harmony could relate to Sam’s use of the term: lap dog.  That was essentially what Harmony had been at the hands of her demonic daughter.  Destiny’s sexual appetite seemed insatiable and Harmony was exhausted and well used by the time five o’clock rolled around on Friday.

And Destiny wanted to try out everything on her beautiful, mature slavegirl.  She truly did adore her mother’s body and wanted to experience it in every way possible.

Harmony was bound in or on to every piece of equipment in the playroom at one point or another during the twenty four hours.  She received her spanking while locked in the pillory.  Destiny used a strap-on dildo to fuck her in the sling.  Destiny fucked Harmony in the ass as the slave was bound on the horse.  And after every fucking, Destiny had her slave service her with her tongue.

The worst indignity was when she was bound to the X-shaped cross.  That’s when Destiny decided that she wanted to fist someone.  She had seen it done before but had never experienced it.  And since she now owned a slave, there was no time like the present, it seemed.  Harmony had protested once Destiny had four fingers gliding in and out of her sex but Destiny remedied that by gagging her mother.

Harmony looked down and wondered how Destiny had gotten this way as she saw her daughter’s wrist disappearing into her body.  She felt the fingers exploring inside of her and stretching her this way and that.  Occasionally, Destiny would lean forward and flicker her tongue over Harmony’s clit, sending more outrageous thrills through her bound body.  She would even rise up now and then without ever extracting her hand from her mother’s womb and kiss or suck on one of Harmony’s nipples.  “You’re simply beautiful, Mom,” she said at one point.  “I’m so lucky to have you as my toy.”

Harmony actually knew how her daughter got this way.  Destiny was wired just like her mother.  She was an uninhibited, over-sexed, daring free spirit.  The Hellenic Games had helped her to start to express that side of her personality.  And her participation in the No Return game had been like opening a flood gate.  All of her healthy sexuality came pouring out.

But five o’clock finally arrived on Friday and Henry reclaimed the two girls.  He enjoyed them each sexually on Friday night and then again on Saturday morning before they had to leave to be flown back to Virginia.

“Someday,” he told them as they stood naked in front of Helen and him on Saturday, “I will own you both, I hope.”

Destiny giggled.  “Someday soon, I will own you both.  I know.”

“You laugh about it,” he replied.  “But someday, I will own you.  You will be my permanent slaves.  The two most fuckable women in the world will belong to me.”

Harmony pulled the car to the curb in front of Destiny’s apartment.  “I had fun, kitten.  “I’m glad you did too.”

“Oh Mom, I had a blast.  I really can’t want until next year.  Maybe next year we can be on opposing teams and I can own you for a full week.”

“We’ll see,” chuckled Harmony.  She leaned over to kiss Destiny goodbye.  But she was surprised when Destiny turned the kiss passionate and hugged her tightly, fondling and groping her breast.  Harmony finally pulled away, panting.

“Hey, slut puppy!” she said.  “The games are over.”

“Not until I get out of the car,” announced Destiny.  “And that’s Mistress to you.”

The End