Mistress Carla - The slaves of Carla

Carla put a hand on the top of Mei-Ling's head and pushed. Obediently, the Chinese beauty ceased her sucking of the other woman's clit and moved her heated lips down the wet cleft of her mistress' widely gaped snatch, until she reached the dilated opening to the other's twat. Without hesitation, the handcuffed Oriental beauty stiffened her tongue and thrust it forward, then commenced to lustily fuck Carla's pussy passage with the hot, agile tongue.

"Mmmmmmm," Carla sighed as she hunched her pussy into Mei-Ling's broad face. The diminutive maid had become a great cunt-lapper in the short time since she'd been made to eat pussy for the first time. Not only that but she had developed a real taste for hot pussy juice and would thrust her lewd mouth against Carla's cunt any time she got a chance to do so. The haughty blonde wasn't at all surprised that Mei-Ling had been eating Olga, so much had she come to like going down on women. The only thing that had surprised her about Mei-Ling's confession had been that Olga hadn't been eating her in return. Olga was as much a cuntlapper as the Chinese girl.

"Aaaaahhhhhh," Carla cried as she began flooding Mei-Ling's salaciously sucking mouth with her juices. She dug her nails into the other girl's scalp as she pressed the wanton mouth even tighter to her spasming cunt and kicked her heels against the slave girl's back as she shuddered through a good cum.

"Uuuhhhhh," Carl groaned as Olga's mouth drew his hot jism out of his throbbing cock. "Swallow it," he ordered, "swallow my cum, you slut."

"Yes, Olga!" Carla agreed. "Swallow all of it." With a muffled sob, the distraught older woman did as she was told, gulping down the gobs of jizm that spurted into the back of her mouth. Carl put his hand back on the base of the dildo and rammed the last four inches into Olga's weaving ass, making her stiffen and gush her fluids out as she reached the invasion of a hitherto virginal part of her asshole. The longest dildo that had been shoved into Olga's asshole before had only been eight inches in length.

Mei-Ling drained Carla's cunt of juice before the haughty blonde shoved her away. The helpless Oriental maid toppled to her side, pulling her ass away from Harrison's mouth and tongue, although he bent and tried to get his lips back to the puckered rosette of her asshole.

"That's enough," Carla commanded him and he struggled back to his knees, his cock sticking up straight from his silvery pubic thatch. Carla looked at it with interest for a moment and Harrison shivered in hopes that she would decide to fuck herself on it.

Carla had other ideas about how she was going to spend the afternoon, however. Slowly she rose and went to the dresser on the far side of the room. From the top drawer, she took three broad bands of leather, which she expertly fastened around the necks of the handcuffed slaves. Then she made them move over to the wall, where there were three or four half-rings attached. Using short lengths of rawhide, she tied the slaves so that they couldn't move away from the wall.

Deftly, she undid their handcuffs, one slave at time, and refastened them once the victims had raised their hands as high above their heads as they could. There were pegs in the wall there that she hooked the handcuffs over. Once that was done, the three on their knees were truly immobilized.

"Take the dildo out of Olga's ass," Carla told her twin. As he did so, the haughty blonde woman moved back to the dresser and extracted three penis-shaped vibrators from a drawer. Swiftly, she drove one to the hilt in each of the bound slave's asses. Then, with a chuckle, she turned them on. All three of the kneeling victims moaned as the machine started to work inside their asses.

"Want to make a bet, Carl?" she asked as she stepped back to admire the way all three were starting to weave their hips about in response to the erotic stimulation of the vibrators in their ass.

"What kind of bet?" Carl replied.

"Whether any of them will be conscious when we get back, or whether all three of them cum so often that they pass out?" Carla asked.

"How long are we going to be gone?" Carl inquired, since he wasn't privy to Carla's plans as yet.

"Oh, long enough to drive up to the university and find me a new slave," she answered.

Carl, as did the others, knew that the university was a good two hours away. Even if they located a suitable victim in a short time, it was still going to be close to five hours before they got back to the house.

"Naw, they'll all be passed out," Carl speculated aloud. "But if the idea of gambling appeals to you, I'll bet you as to whether any of the batteries are still working or not."

Carla shook her head. "Let's get dressed and get out of here," she said. Her twin brother hastened to obey as she began pulling clothes out of the dresser and slipping into them.

"Got one," Carla spoke into the microphone of the compact CB radio under the dash of her sports car. She could see the van Carl was driving a few blocks behind her. "The redhead at the far end of the line."

"Gotcha," Carl replied. As his sister's Alfa Romeo shot onto the approach ramp to the interstate, he accelerated a little to insure that he was the first person to offer the intended victim a ride. Already they had missed one prospect when the car immediately behind Carla's had stopped for the girl.

The had discussed the possibility of that happening and had agreed that they could do nothing to prevent it. Because they didn't want anyone connecting the two of them, particularly by seeing both of them conversing on a CB just before he stopped, they had decided that he would hang back a block or two behind her. Luckily the entrance ramp they were cruising this pass wasn't very well traveled. There had been no vehicles between the Alfa and the white van that he was driving. And it was aged and battered enough so that it wouldn't stick in people's minds.

Carla's little vehicle was already out of sight as Carl slowed to a stop just past the redhead. Even before he was completely to a halt, she'd grabbed her small bag and started trotting toward the van, the door of which he was swinging open even as she came up the shoulder of the road.

Damn but she's got a nice set of tits, Carl thought as he watched them jounce under the T-shirt the redhead was wearing. From the wildness of the way the twin projectiles moved, it seemed to Carl as if the girl had to be braless under the thin garment that covered her shoulders and torso. Beneath the shirt, which advertised a brand of beer that he'd never heard of, the girl was wearing cut-off denims that left almost the entirety of her thighs exposed. Indeed, the shorts were so cut that they barely managed to conceal her snatch.

"Toss your bag in the back," he advised as the girl reached the open door. She did so, revealing that the shorts were cut high in the back, too, enough so the crevice where her asscheeks merged with her legs was revealed. Up close, he could see her nipples as they thrust against the T-shirt. Ooooohhhh, damn, isn't she going to be fun? he asked himself as he wiped his sweaty palms on the legs of his jeans and stole a glance out of the corner of his eye at the voluptuously endowed young woman as she twisted in the seat and settled herself with one knee against the dashboard and the other leg extended as far as possible. "How far you going?" he asked as he eased the van back onto the road.

"Clean into the next state," the girl replied in a soft voice. "Got a couple of friends there that I'm going to visit. I sure hope they haven't taken off for somewhere over the holidays, because it'd be a real bummer to be stuck in a strange town without knowing anybody there."

"Don't they know you're coming?" Carl asked. Christ, be said to himself, this'll be too good to be true if they don't. No one will have any idea that this chick is missing until next week if that's the case.