Duncan Fox: Slave wife

Silently, obediently, Eva got to her feet. Her chains jingling, she made her way to the patio and into the house. Her lush ass rolled enticingly with each graceful step.

"Who are the guests?" Max asked.

Bob lifted the drink out of Max's hand and took a swallow. "You'll enjoy them," he answered. "They're all similarly inclined you might say. Kinky."

"Kinky?" Max asked.

"Into the bondage bit-sadism, masochism, that sort of thing," Bob explained. "You'd be amazed at how many of them there are."

"How'd you meet 'em?"

"It was when I started looking for Eva's cunt. I've got a real surprise for her, too. I'll probably get it out later."

"What?"

Bob's answer was interrupted by the arrival of the first guests. The woman, a petite, china-doll sort of girl, wore a cape that hid her from shoulders to ankles. Her master – or husband or mate – was in what seemed to be a uniform white shirt and black slacks. He was tall, handsome, and Nordic-looking – blonde hair and hard blue eyes. He held a leash from the girl's black leather and chrome-steel collar.

When the cape was removed, the girl was nude. She kept her hands behind her back, her head bowed subserviently as Max and Bob admired her trim, daunty curves and dark tits. When she turned, Kim saw that the girl's wrists were shackled together behind her back. The girl's ass was trim and fit, and for some reason, made Kim's mouth water.

"What happened to your face?" Bob asked Eva ominously, noting the lack of cum on her skin.

"I made Ling clean it off," the blonde man answered, grinning. "With her tongue."

Kim thought of the little Chinese girl licking the jizz off Eva's face and felt her pussy sizzle. She tugged against the ropes.

"Who's this?" Eric asked as Eva handed him a drink.

"This is Max, and hanging around aver there is his woman, Kim," Bob answered.

Kim squirmed, and succeeded in lifting her head to meet the man's eyes as he studied her naked, stretched body insolently. She shuddered as his hand brushed her tit. Then he reached down, and, with no warning, plunged a finger into her cunt. She groaned. "Nice," he noted.

The doorbell rang again, then again. Kim started to lose track of the arrivals. With two intriguing exceptions, they seemed to be couples. The woman was invariably nude under her wrap, and bearing some symbol of her slavery. Kim's lust eased as she studied the women's slave collars. She felt dowdy with her simple ankle ring.

A couple of the women had rings through their tits, and one had one through her cunt-lip. One woman wore a medieval chastity belt. One man had a bullwhip hanging from his belt. It was like a scene out of a porno fuck.

The two couples that broke the trend intrigued Kim. One couple was two women, a petite blonde who looked no more than nineteen. She was collared, and leashed to a tall, dyke blonde with short-cropped hair and masculine clothes. Kim couldn't believe it when someone said they were mother and daughter.

The other couple was man and woman, but the roles were reversed. The man was nude, the woman fully clothed. He, too, had a collar and a leash. The collar was around his cock and balls. He had a monster erection.

Unable to circulate, Kim could only study and be studied as she hung from the ropes. From time to time someone would come over and eye her, or fondle her. Several men explored her sopping pussy as she whimpered with horniness and shame. Her tits began to feel bruised and abused from all the touches and pinches. Her ass began to glow from the number of slaps and pats it had received.

"How you doing, baby?" Max asked.

"Okay," Kim answered shakily.

"Bob's got a real treat for us in a little while."

"What's that?"

"Eva gets her nipples pierced today," Max answered. He paused for a moment. "With red hot needles."

Kim thought of the pain that would involve, and she moaned as her cunt flooded with lust.

Apart from the grotesque costuming, it was a typical barbecue. As Kim endured her bondage, she watched the couples circulating, chatting and drinking. As the sun settled behind the trees, flaming kerosene torches added a fucking, red glow to the patio and lawn.

Flame fountained up from the barbecue as Bob deftly flipped hamburgers. Max grabbed a burger, dripping juices, and fed it to Kim as she hung helplessly from the ropes. As he held a beer for her, he ignored her requests to be untied so she could visit a bathroom.

After everyone had eaten, Kim saw Bob working on the coals of the barbecue fire, but, from her vantage point, couldn't tell what he was doing.

Music started, and a few couples began to dance on the patio. The men fondled their naked women intimately as the fucking light from the torches played over their flesh.

"Isn't she adorable, darling?" the butch blonde said to her young slave.

"Yes, Mama," the girl agreed.

"I understand she needs to go to the bathroom," the mistress noted cruelly. "Is that true?"

Kim shot a glance at Max who had appeared by her side, then nodded. The need in her bladder was now bordering on pain.

"Potty time, darling," the blonde said to Kim. "Down on your knees for your shower," she said to her daughter.

As Kim watched, horrified, the girl sank to her knees on the grass. Her pale-blonde hair was drawn back in a ponytail. Her face was delicately molded. Her eyes were a light blue. The arousal the young girl was feeling was obvious. Her pussy was completely hairless.

As she hung from the ropes, she looked down, saw the girl crawl almost under her. The girl tipped her face back and reached her shackled wrists up, carefully spreading Kim's labes.

Kim didn't need to be told what to do. For a few moments, she resisted. But in the end, she did it, although she knew that she could have held back. That was what made it so horrible the searing horniness she felt as she showered the girl with piss.

The little blonde twisted and turned under the hot stream as if she were taking a shower. She let the yellow flood spatter over her eyes, nose, and into her mouth, then run in hot rivulets over her tender tits and gently-rounded tummy. Kim kept her pee flowing as long as she could. Her insides coiled into a tight knot of lust as she watched the girl taking her foul bath. The sick disgust Kim felt for herself increased her mad lust.

The flow ended, and Kim thought that was the end of it. But then the daunty girl reached up and licked Kim's cunt. The touch of the girl's tongue on Kim's pussy sent flames roaring through Kim, made her lurch and twist and moan against the ropes.

"You filthy, filthy child," the girl's mistress snarled viciously.

A yank on the leash and the youngster was down on her face in the piss-sodden grass. The dyke straddled her charge's slender waist, facing her upraised bottom, and clamped her legs tight. She proceeded to beat the girl's tender ass with the free end of the chain leash. She slashed viciously at the delicate skin, raised hot red welts, reduced the youngster to tears as she huddled below Kim.

The woman halted the beating and, keeping the girl clamped between her legs, began unfastening her tight slacks. A kick, and the blonde was on her back. Her mistress yanked down her pants, and then smothered the girl with her thick, pale red muff.

As Kim watched, the pissed-on, beaten blonde devotedly ate the sloppy twat of her tormentor. She humped and squirmed, her legs spread as her mouth sucked and slurped on the hairy crotch being jammed onto her face. The girl's pussy was inflamed and eager. The inner labes were hot rose petals protruding from her hairless cunt-lips.

Her mistress began to cum, began growling and swearing at her slave. A cruel grip on the girl's ponytail controlled the action. When she was done, she cuffed her charge casually. "Slut," she snorted. "I'll bet you'd love to get fucked tonight, wouldn't you?"