Ensnaring Lilly Ch. 08

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly reads over her employment contract and is dismayed at what she has agreed to. More startling is the inability to control herself as the past brings greater clarity to the document she's signed. In an effort to stop thinking about her predicament, Lilly goes to a local pub where she meets an American couple. After an evening of flirting, they propose Lilly spend the night with them in their hotel.

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As she drove home from the Tallenger estate, Lilly felt an increasing sense of unease. But that emotion was mixed with intense arousal. Her girl-part throbbed and the friction of the denim jeans against her slit kept her on the edge of a climax. Every bump and jostle caused her to catch her breath. She drove with one hand on the wheel and the other buried between her thighs.

What had she agreed to? Having read only a few pages of the 30-page contract she signed to work for Rebecca, she had already missed a couple of key points that had worked against her and benefited the client.

When she got inside the apartment, she immediately undressed. The bra was uncomfortable and the crotch of the jeans was cold and damp from her thoroughly saturated panties. Everything was dropped on the floor where she stood. Taking a whiff of her armpit, she made a sour face. She looked bad and smelled worse.

Despite her disheveled state, she sat right down to the computer and woke it up. Absently opening her legs as she opened the mail containing the contract, Lilly fiddled with Claire, raking a finger through the pencil line of mahogany pubic hair at the crest of her mons and dancing it over the thin crusted ridges of her labia. Peeling the little lips open, she pressed a fingertip to her clit and slowly swirled as she read.

Scanning the first three pages, she saw nothing new. It was all language found in a standard Non-Disclosure Agreement. Like any NDA, it focused on the things she couldn't say to others about Rebecca Tallenger. She was forbidden from sharing the contract with anyone and could be made to pay damages of up to $1 million if it was discovered the document had been released.

Having read that portion before, at the time it didn't mean much. Now, considering Rebecca's wealth, Lilly understood the woman could spend considerable resources to keep the contract under wraps. She could never expect to defend herself in court against someone with that much financial firepower.

Landing on page five, her heart skipped as the document noted that "forthwith, the signatory will be referred to as the 'Pet' throughout this document and through the termination of this contract while under the oversight of the client." It then went into details about the Pet's "Deliverables." As she read, her nipples went stiff. Her feminine pleat oozed and Claire's lips engorged. But Lilly was so startled at what she read, she never noticed her finger slide effortlessly inside.

It took two hours to pour through the document. The language was full of legal jargon but she comprehended enough to know she had signed herself over to Mistress Tallenger. She cried when she realized she had agreed to sell her business to Rebecca for the "fair market value of said business, plus any bonuses or gratuities the client saw fit to award."

Thinking about her meager sales, the compact size of the kitchen, and the condition of the heavily used equipment, Lilly doubted the entire business was worth $75,000, which was far less than her student and small-business loans totaled. She only rented the property and the contract noted that Mistress Tallenger would pay any fees associated with terminating the lease. Her stomach ached. "Jesus Christ, I'm homeless."

But not for long, she realized, because her signature guaranteed she would live on the estate grounds "in suitable housing conditions set forth by the Pet's behavior." It went on to detail that Rebecca would provide for all of Lilly's healthcare, her sustenance, and her physical wellbeing through the termination of the contract. Clothing would also be provided, but Mistress Tallenger could direct the Pet to be nude at "any and all times within any 24-hour period up until the conclusion of the contract," which, Lilly read, terminated on December 31st of next year.

"That's 16 months from now!" Lilly ran a hand through her hair and her rank armpit odor wafted into her nose. She hardly noticed. "This can't be legal."

Then she thought: But maybe it is.

Her special place stirred.

The contract detailed that the Pet would be restrained in any way deemed appropriate by the client. And that "binding appliances, including rope, straps, belts or any other suitable devices in which to restrict the pet's movement" would be used.

She thought of being tied down while others took advantage of her and Lilly's sobs turned to her cumming hiccups. She didn't realize she had been masturbating as she read and the resulting orgasm came on like a lightswitch; instantly and brilliantly. Her eyes pinched shut and her legs went straight as she came; as if struck by a jolt of electricity. Grasping the edge of the chair to keep from sliding off, her heels bounced on the floor with each shuddering release. Her breasts swayed heavily. She tried to calm down but it was no use. It was as if she were being forced to get herself off, despite not wanting to do so. In her head, she heard Anna Vatspalt's comforting voice: "It's okay, Lilly. Don't be afraid. We trained you to be like this."

Finally catching her breath, Lilly kept reading, two fingers stuffed inside Claire to keep her happy. There were clauses in the document pertaining to "regular exercise activities, including personal trainers, cardio, yoga and weights, to ensure the Pet remain in top physical condition for the rigors experienced during the length of the contract." She also learned that the contract could be transferred to any member of "the organization through a fair and equitable purchase agreement between both parties."

"My God. I can be sold." Claire nibbled on a third finger; her appetite for what was drawn out in the contract seemingly insatiable. Lilly went on to read that while under Rebecca's oversight, the Pet would be "penetrated orally, vaginally and anally by whatever means deemed appropriate by the client and without protest from the Pet." Any protest by the Pet would be handled through "educational procedures."

She recalled Hanna whimpering as she selected the pool cue from the rack; heard Rebecca explaining how misbehaving was an "opportunity to learn." Lilly also discovered "anyone the client deemed appropriate would be permitted to orally, vaginally or anally penetrate the Pet, singularly or within a group setting."

Images of her time with the Vatspalts flooded her mind's eye. The night Lilly's second family had taken her virginity, four cocks had simultaneously been inserted into her various holes and as her body was filled with man milk, she had never felt such physical love. She thought of the gang bangs and the afternoon Uncle Lars had bound her in ropes. She recalled the party in Lake Tahoe when Louise and Cassy commanded she strip naked. Turning her back to the group of strangers, she was told to bend over and pull her buttcheeks open, revealing the jeweled plug the Vatspalts directed she wear. It had been deeply embarassing but also exciting. Later, she didn't protest when her 'sisters' tied her to the dining room table and let the party guests play with Claire.

"That's because I raised you to obey." This was her biological mother's voice. "God loves a good girl who does what she's told."

Then Rebecca's voice overpowered hers. "Doing what you love is very important, Lilly. Some people go their entire lives never knowing what they were meant for. I'm glad you discovered who you were at a young age."

Maybe she was meant to be owned.

Lilly shook her head. Grabbing her phone, she called Sebastian. It immediately went to voicemail. "Seb, honey, I know you're mad at me, but I need your help." She was desperate and hoped the tone in her voice would fall on a sympathetic ear. "Please call me back right away. I need to speak to you urgently."

She next called Jennifer. The phone made a strange beeping noise and when she looked at the screen, the word "BLOCKED" glowed back.

Feeling completely helpless, Lilly took deep breaths to try and calm down. Withdrawing her fingers, they came away glistening. "Okay, take a shower, clear your head, and get your shit together, girl."

Having no sooner stepped into the tub, Lilly immediately placed the shower head to her sex. She imagined Mistress Tallenger spanking her with the riding crop. Her knees went weak and she sat down. It was only a few seconds before another orgasm racked her body. She twisted a nipple as her tummy convulsed. When the quaking stopped, she felt completely spent. Laying there until the water turned cool, she finally managed to wash her hair and soap herself off. She shaved her armpits and legs but ignored the dark brown haze of public fluff emerging on her mons.

When she stepped from the bathroom she felt better. A plan had popped into her head and a sense of control returned. Her business acumen kicked in and she scanned the web for a local contract attorney. She would show the document to a lawyer and was sure it would be viewed as a complete farce. Except it was Sunday and not a single office she called answered the phone. She left a few messages and then realized she had no place else to turn.

She couldn't call her parents. Her father was a pastor and her mother a devout Christian. What would they think if she admitted to signing a contract that gave over their daughter's body? Plus, what could they do from America? They had very little money and couldn't afford to hire an attorney. And how would a US-based attorney know anything about a Swiss contract?

A deliciously nasty thought crept into her consciousness at that moment: Lilly saw herself sprawled across Rebecca's billiards table, her limbs held firm by strangers. She writhed in passion as her Mistress slowly force-fed Claire a cue stick. Shaking her head, Lilly said loudly, "Stop thinking like that! You're not some shut-in 19-year old virgin any more. All the Vatspalts did was open your eyes. There is more to life than sex."

But it was more than sex they introduced her to; it was a lifestyle of pleasure found through subserviance. She remembered being anointed as a member of the Vatspalt family. She had given herself over to them and, once she started trusting their guidance, had never second-guessed their actions. To the contrary, they made her realize the person she was. They had laid the foundation for the highly sexual and very pliable young woman she had become.

Lilly reluctantly admitted to herself that her physical reaction to reading the contract may have been rooted in her awakening five years earlier. Looking at her pussy, Claire's lips gleamed. She was clearly happy with the idea. "Jesus Christ, maybe I am meant for this." Her nipples were hardened points. Continuing to play with herself as she sat at the desk, she thought of the pestle laying in the sink.

Claire could use a good stretching. She could just lay on the bed, open her legs and fuck herself with it. Her special place was a slobbery mess and the thick marble would probably slide right in without too much discomfort. But wouldn't it feel better if she were bound and someone used it on her?

Lilly realized she needed to get out of the apartment and get her mind off of Rebecca Tallenger. It was Sunday and on Monday one of the law firms she contacted would return her call. Sighing, she put the computer to sleep and got ready to head out.

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She woke up to a pair of large hands cupping her breasts from behind; her nipples being gently tugged as he squeezed. The man nuzzled into the back of her neck, placing little nibbles there while pushing his hardened rapier between her buttcheeks. He wasn't inside her, but he was getting there. Opening her eyes, she was facing a woman who was still sleeping. Her long strawberry-blond hair was messy and partially covered a plain but pretty face. Lilly recalled her name was Michelle. Her husband's name was... she couldn't remember.

He pressed harder, the tip of his cock insistent against the tight star of her butthole. Lilly moaned and the woman's eyes fluttered open. Grinning, Michelle whispered, "Good morning, Lilly." Lilly whimpered and the woman said, "Just let him do it." Then her fingers were playing with Claire. "Oh! Your pussy is already wet. That's a Good Girl. Now, just relax." Michelle grabbed a small tube from the bedside table and handed it to her husband. "Thomas, make sure to use plenty of this."

Michelle knew what she was doing and Claire slobbered some more. But Lilly didn't want to relax. She wanted to get up. Last night, she had gone to a pub a few blocks from her apartment and was sitting at the bar when Michelle came up to order some drinks. Lilly picked up on the American accent and after chatting for a few minutes, Michelle invited Lilly over to a table where her husband was sitting.

Getting to know them kept her mind off the contract. They were in their mid-40s and on a weeks-long tour of Europe. They happened to be from Marin, California, a city located just 50 miles north of her home town of Palo Alto. Lilly drank too much and when Michelle asked if she had ever had a threesome, Lilly lied and put a shocked expression on her face. "Oh my goodness, never!"

"Would you like to come back to the hotel with us," the man asked. He was handsome with a square chin and mousy hair that tumbled over his forehead. His jawline was strong and a perfect five O'clock shadow gave him a rugged look. He was slender, not overly fit, but lacked some of the pudgy curves men his age often settled into. Lilly played coy and hard-to-get but when Michelle asked for permission, she let the couple touch her as they hunkered over the table.

The woman ran a hand beneath Lilly's skirt. She smiled and said, "Aren't you a naughty girl! You aren't wearing panties."

Lilly giggled and scooted in the chair to allow Michelle better access. "No, I almost never wear them."

Michelle looked at her husband and smiled. "Thomas, feel her." Then she looked at Lilly and whispered, "Spread your legs, darling." Lilly obeyed and opened her legs wider as his warm palm slid up her inner thigh. The feeling was delicious as her girl-part was fondled by one small and delicate hand while also being manipulated by his stronger, thicker fingers.

"If I had worn panties, you wouldn't be able to touch me," Lilly said. She hiccuped because Claire was forced to accept one of his fingers.

He looked at his wife and smiled. "She's wet."

Michelle's sapphire eyes glittered. "Bless your heart, Lilly." Tracing her finger over Lilly's pussy lips, she asked, "Got room for one more?" Then Lilly hiccuped again because Michelle's finger wormed inside next to her husband's. They played with Claire, gently pulling her open and fiddling with her tiny pink bulb even as a waitress came and asked them if they wanted more drinks.

Holding on to the table edge, Lilly whimpered when she came. They left the pub shortly after.

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"I need to get going," Lilly said. She kissed Michelle and grunted. Thomas had managed to push the tip of his cock inside her bottom. Beneath the sheets, Lilly pivoted her hips, dislodging the intruder.

"Just once more," he said, pulling her back to him. Michelle asked her to stay for breakfast as Thomas ran kisses down her spine and into the dimples at the top of her butt. Opening her cheeks, Thomas's tongue swirled around her asshole. It felt good and Lilly whispered, "Once more, but then I really have to get going."

As Thomas pulled her up on all fours and Michelle got her hips situated under Lilly's face, Lilly looked back over her shoulder and said, "Not so hard this time. Be gentle." That was met with a firm swat on her fanny. She yelped. "I mean it, Thomas." Thomas only grinned as he rimmed her butthole with lubricant, then popped a finger in it for good measure.

Michelle turned Lilly's face to hers. She said, "Be good, Thomas, or I'll take her away from you." She pulled Lilly into a soft kiss before guiding Lilly's face to her shorn girl-part. Suckling Michelle's clit, Lilly whimpered as Thomas seated himself fully in her ass. He had listened to his wife and was as gentle as any man pushing his cock inside a girl's bottom could be. Pulling out a little bit more after each slow drive forward, the lube did its job and Lilly relaxed her muscles, allowing her butthole to open and accept the man's pleasantly thick dick.

Grasping Lilly's hips, Thomas found his rhythm, which pushed her face deeper into Michelle's cunt with each forward thrust. The woman's moans were husky and her breasts jiggled as Lilly bumped into her. Lilly grabbed them, her thumbs rolling over the woman's stiff nipples. Michelle's labia were thick and full and Lilly gently nibbled them, pulling them into her mouth and running her tongue over them. Since her first lesbian encounter at 19, Lilly had always enjoyed the texture and taste of women and Michelle was no different.

Thomas slid a hand around Lilly's hip and fiddled with Claire's button as he rode her bottom. Lilly's cumming noises started up like a little motor and Michelle, who had seen Lilly orgasm twice last night wanted in on the action. "Don't cum yet, baby," she said while repositioning herself. Slithering beneath Lilly's torso, she stopped momentarily to suck Lilly's dangling breasts before continuing her journey down the bed and between Lilly's thighs.

When Michelle's tongue wormed into Claire, Lilly's eyes rolled back and she spread her legs further, smashing her damp hovel to Michele's face. Thomas was moving quickly now, his balls slapping against his wife's forehead as he pounded into Lilly's bottom.

Michelle's pussy once again was within reach and Lilly buried herself between the decadent folds. Spearing her tongue in Michelle's fruit in the same fashion as Michelle was doing to her, both women came simultaneously. Their climaxes sparked Thomas's. He yanked Lilly's ponytail as the hot jet of his sperm filled her butthole to overflowing, the man-milk oozing over her pussy and dripping onto his wife's face. Lilly collapsed onto Michelle and Thomas folded over Lilly's back. They untangled and lay in three sweaty, heaving lumps. Thomas hugged his wife and Michelle said, "I wish we could keep her."

Thomas laughed. "What? Like a pet?"

"Exactly like a pet."

Lilly made doe eyes and purred like a kitten. "I promise to be good and I'm already potty trained!" She sucked her thumb and they all laughed.

"Don't you think the kids would find it odd when Lilly came to live with us?"

"Couldn't we just say she was our au pair?"

Thomas looked thoughtful. "Perhaps."

"What if they figured out the... arrangement?"

Michelle spat a raspberry at Lilly. "Don't be such a buzz kill, honey."

Lilly had gone home with the couple to keep from returning to her apartment. She knew that spending the night with them would mean she wouldn't think about the contract and it worked. They were both skilled lovers and Lilly enjoyed the time she spent with them. But now that Monday morning was here, she wanted to get going. As she dressed, Michelle asked, "Can we see you again tonight? I think it would be fun to tie you up."

Lilly said, "Not tonight. I have plans."

He asked, "Another couple?"

Tugging a cropped tank top over her head, Lilly shook her head. "My boyfriend."

Michelle looked concerned. "You didn't cheat on him with us, did you?"

"No, we have an open relationship." Which was a complete lie. Lilly no longer had a boyfriend and their relationship had not been open. Sebastian regularly fucked his wife, but for Lilly, it had been a year since she'd been with anyone else. As the second helping of Thomas's man-milk seeped from her butthole, Lilly suddenly realized how much she enjoyed spending time with another man. Sebstian's love-making skills were beyond wonderful but they were also pedestrian. He wasn't into anal sex, he didn't want to share her, she doubted he would ever ask to bind her. Maybe Seb catching Lilly and his daughter having sex had been a good thing; divine intervention, perhaps.

Thomas asked, "Would he like to spend time with my wife? I enjoy watching other men fuck her." Lilly looked over Michelle, who was still sprawled across the bed. Thomas was resting his head on his wife's tummy and was dancing her fingers over her pussy, he absently plucked her labia and looked extremely satisfied.

Sebastian would have enjoyed playing with Michelle. She was pretty in a wholesome, girl-next-door way, with straight bangs and long, wavy hair. She was of average height and build. Her generous teardrop-shaped breasts were crowned with wide areolas and rosy nipples that pointed in different directions. She had a little tattoo of a sun around her belly button that spoke to her easy spirit and she was tan, with distinct bikini lines. Her bottom was nice and round and firm and between her slender thighs resided a very cute, very bald, pussy that belied the fact that she had pushed two babies into the world. Seb would have blown her mind and shown Thomas a thing or two on how to please his wife.

"I'm sure he would enjoy getting to know Michelle better." Which was another lie. Seb wasn't a sharing person in the bedroom. While he didn't mind fucking his wife, he didn't want Lilly around when he did it. He would not have appreciated watching Thomas slip his dick inside Lilly while fucking Michelle at the same time. He was too conservative. "But we can't tonight."

They walked to a small sidewalk cafe, Thomas between the girls and holding their hands. They had crepes, coffee and fresh fruit. She sat across from them with her legs open because they asked to see her pussy. Lilly didn't mind. They were a nice couple and exposing herself to them (and anyone else who cared to notice) was a turn-on. It always was.

Kissing them both, they exchanged numbers although Lilly knew she would never see them again. "Tonight is our last night in Lucerne," Michelle said. "So if you want to come by the hotel, you know where to find us."

"Maybe," Lilly said only because it was the polite response.

She made a beeline back to the apartment and cleaned herself up. While showering, two of the attorneys she left messages with had returned her call. "Thank God!"