The Claiming Of Alisa: Jen's Home

Author's note: These chapters often reference previous chapters or events. If something doesn't make sense, you may want to read the previous chapters to understand the full story.

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Alisa sped her way back to the office, her mind racing as she thought about the day and she couldn't wait to share the details to her Mistress. She couldn't wait to see her in general and then remembered that it was Friday and she'd be apart from her for three nights and two full days. 'Stupid weekend' she thought, as she hurried from the parking lot to the office.

She crossed the foyer to the elevator which didn't open right away as the 'Down' arrow illuminated. 'Stupid elevator' she thought. It was delaying her from getting to her Mistress.

At the fifth floor, she was trying to exit before the doors fully opened and hurried down the hall to the office. She just couldn't wait to see her beautiful Mistress and share the news. It was 4:15 when she got to her door, which only gave her forty five minutes to see her. Well an hour really, as Tim was getting used to her being fifteen minutes late.

She opened her door and headed towards her Mistress. The door opened before she could knock.

Miss Jen was elated to see her pet, especially today. She had incredible news to share with her.

"Mistress!" Alisa exclaimed as she was pulled into her smiling owner's office.

They immediately embraced and kissed passionately, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths playfully and hungrily at the same time.

It lasted a full minute before they broke it, and gazed into each other's eyes. Alisa had enjoyed quite an exciting day, but this, right here, this was all that mattered for the moment.

Mistress Jen calmed and then held her pet at arms length.

With a serious look on her face, she asked, "Do you have any idea how glad I am to see you, or how much I love you, pet?" as she caressed her cheek. She just needed to hear a bit of assurance that what she had put into play earlier was going to excite her pet as much as it did her- the life changing event that she was soon to share.

"Do you have any idea that I love you even more?" Alisa countered, smiling.

Her Mistress grinned. "Not possible, my love," she said, taking her hand and leading her towards her large desk.

"I have some very exciting news for you Mistress!"

"As do I, sweetheart. But you first," she said, kissing her again and this time hooking her thumbs in Alisa's shorts and pushing them down.

Alisa moaned in her mouth as she stepped out of them and felt her Mistress begin to pull her t-shirt off of her.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, getting lost in her kiss for the moment, forgetting all about what she had to share with her Mistress.

Finally Jen broke their kiss and leaned Alisa back, her gorgeous ass pressed against her desk.

Mistress Jen gazed at her pet's perfect body and began caressing her as if it were for the first time.

"Well tell me about your day! How did it go?" she asked, caressing Alisa's hips gently.

"I did it, Mistress! I claimed her!" Alisa blurted out. "I claimed my sister, collared her, and then I fucked her brains out," she laughed excitedly.

She started telling her Mistress about the amazing results of her conquest that day, but she was really struggling to focus on it. The more she shared with her, the more excited and hungry her Mistress became and she was now lavishing kisses and caresses all over her body. A caress here, a kiss there, a gentle tug of a nipple.

Finally letting up enough for Alisa to focus, she said, "Ok, yes, I do want to hear all about it."

She showed her the video of Melinda tied and writhing on her bed, moaning and shrieking in erotic torment and needing so badly to cum, but completely helpless to do anything about it.

That one really got both of them excited and once she had shared the one of Melinda hungrily licking and lapping her tongue all over Alisa's pussy, it was more than her Mistress could stand and Alisa found herself laid across the desk as her Mistress ate her pussy like a starving animal.

In between starving licks, she exclaimed, "That's so fucking hot! I knew you would do it!"

Alisa was completely focused on her Mistress now though. Her thighs were draped across her owner's shoulders, whose head was buried between Alisa's legs with her arms wrapped around her thighs and her hands pulling her legs apart. Alisa was kneading her tits with both hands, her head rocking back and forth in complete erotic bliss as she gasped, moaned and whimpered.

"Oh fuck! Oh, Mistress! Oh, fuck fuck!" Alisa squealed out as her Mistress licked and ate her pussy with unmatched expertise. As she writhed in complete bliss, she didn't notice her phone falling off of the desk and onto her cotton shorts balled up on the floor.

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Melinda walked around feeling so incredibly sexy in her new outfit she was now required to wear- black garter belt, black stockings, high heel shoes and the crowning jewel, her collar. She couldn't stop touching it or looking at herself in the mirror. She loved it! It felt perfect on her. She looked incredible in a collar, like she was made for one.

She had been in an erotic, horny, daze ever since her new owner, her sister, had left. She replayed it over and over in her head. She was overjoyed that Alisa had finally dove in, and pulled her in with her. She was basically high from it. She could still taste and smell the erotic scent of her new owner and was starving to eat her again!

And on top of that, apparently she was going to finally get to fuck, or be fucked by her insanely hot neighbor. Her breath hitched as she remembered secretly staring out the window at her in her tight-ass shorts while she fingered herself, or more often than not, used her big nine inch dildo in her pussy as she'd basically punished it with the large dildo. She had came countless times secretly watching Molly.

But now her owner was going to give her to her! Her nipples had been rock hard ever since Alisa left. In truth, they had been ever since her new Mistress had arrived earlier, and even in her dreams before she woke up.

Her hands kept going towards her tits or between her legs before remembering that she was no longer allowed to touch herself without her sister's permission. It was maddening! And now being ordered to stay naked save for her collar and stockings in high heel shoes made her feel like such a slut, which turned her on immensely.

As the familiar feeling of being a slut washed over her once more, Frank came to mind. Frank and his friends. All of his glorious cum-filled friends ... she lost her breath. Fuck she needed to cum! And she wanted Frank and his friends to watch her do it. It had been years since they had started taking her and she missed it. Her husband had been promoted into a day shift job and she had to put an end to it but a week didn't go by that a memory of that incredible year and a half would consume her. She'd remember being on her knees, her mouth held open as the five men emptied their cocks into her open mouth, filling it until it overflowed. She remembered the cum all over her face and the delicious taste of them in her mouth while she struggled not to swallow until all five of them had made their deposit. She had longed to feel the loads of five men warming her tummy after she was finally allowed to swallow them down. FUCK, she needed to cum!

Then she remembered the words of her new Mistress! She had said she would allow fifteen minutes to take care of herself. In this state, she wouldn't need even five. Quickly, she picked up her phone and texted.

"Mistress, may your slut please cum now?"

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Alisa's body was writhing and thrashing in need now. She couldn't take it any longer and she screamed out.

"Mistress, Omg please let your slut cum! Please let me cum!!" she begged.

Miss Jen never even fully broke contact from Alisa's pussy before yelling, "Cum for me pet!" then buried her mouth and tongue into her again.

Alisa shrieked out, "Oh, FUCKKKKKK!!!" as the fourth orgasm of the day tore through her body like a hurricane, exploding outwards with mind shattering force that shook her entire body. The room faded and time ceased to exist as her body shook while orgasm after orgasm wrecked her.

But her Mistress wanted more and continued to eat her delicious pussy and demonstrate again the techniques she had taught Alisa over the daily training sessions they had throughout the day over the few weeks she had owned her. They were the very techniques her pet had used just hours earlier to claim Molly.

Alisa thrashed on the desk as her Mistress ate her into orgasm again and again until her legs and hips shook.

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Melinda was going absolutely insane now. Her pussy was literally dripping and her tits and nipples were throbbing and screaming to be touched, to be used. Her hands rubbed up and down on her stockinged thighs. She hadn't, after all, been told she wasn't allowed to do this. But the sexy feel of her legs in them only increased her need to cum.

She stared at her request to cum on her phone screen, still unanswered. She tried again.

"Mistress, I am begging you! Please let me cum! I can't hold it much longer! I was a good girl for you today. Please!" she texted.

But those weren't the right words to use as it flooded her mind with memories of the five men who used her for so long, saying "Good girl" as she swallowed a mouthful of their piss or cum, or both.

Her body shook with need.

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Alisa's Mistress felt her body collapse and she lessened her grip on her prize pet, kissing now all over her hips, her stomach, her nipples. Without stopping, Mistress said almost to herself, "How could I not fall in love with you?"

As she slowly came to a stop, she was now gazing into Alisa's eyes, her head laying back on the desk, lazy auburn curls all about her head.

Alisa looked up at her and lifted her hand to stroke her face.

"You really do love me don't you?" she asked.

"More than you could possibly know, sweetheart," Jen confirmed.

Alisa beamed as this amazing confirmation warmed her heart.

"That makes me so happy to hear. I hope you realize that I'm not just saying those words lightly. You do understand that I mean it sincerely when I say I am fully in love with you too, don't you?" she asked. "I mean, I know it's only been a few months since you claimed me, but we've spent every day of the week together for over two years. And I realize now that I've been in love with you long before you claimed me. I was just slow to realize and embrace it. But I do now," she said.

Her Mistress smiled back for a moment before her face took on a more serious look.

Looking down, she started, "So would...," then paused, seeming to choose her words. "If you...," then stopped for a moment. "If you could trade Tim, for me," she continued and looked up at Alisa again, asking, "would you?"

Alisa grinned and said, "Absolutely!"

Her Mistress remained serious. "I'm serious. If you could live with me instead of him....," but she was interrupted before she could finish.

"I would trade him for you right this minute. Absolutely," Alisa confirmed. "I love YOU!"

Jen broke out in a huge smile and scooped her up into her arms, burying her face in her hair.

Finally she released her somewhat and with her arms wrapped around her waist, asked, "Have you noticed the time?"

Alisa quickly turned to look at the clock. It was 5:42pm...

At first, a look of concern and fear washed over her but then it turned to bewilderment.

Turning back to her Mistress, she started, "How... why hasn't he....?" She trailed off as she was putting the pieces together.

Jen smiled at her. "You don't have to worry about that anymore. You're going home with me for the weekend!" Then her eyebrows lifted. "For the whole weekend!"

Alisa's face lit up. "The whole weekend?" she asked, shocked. "But how?"

"Do you trust me?" Jen asked.

"With my life, but..." Alisa said.

She was excited at the thought of spending the weekend with her Mistress, but Tim would never agree to that in a million years. But yet Jen seemed completely positive that she could. She couldn't imagine how she had possibly worked it out with him, but she was just going to go with it. She could deal with him later.

Jen could see the confusion on Alisa's face, so she explained, kind of.

"I worked out something for us. And if you want to, I'd like you to not only spend the weekend with me, but every day after that."

That really blew Alisa's mind! But the thought that it could even be the slightest possibility excited her immensely and her whole face smiled.

"What!? Like, everyday, with you? It would be a dream come true!" she said simply. "But... Tim.."

"Tim has already left for the weekend, sweetheart." Then added, "We can talk about the details and the 'how' later. But for now, do you want to go see your new home?" her Mistress asked. She specifically used the word 'home' to see how her pet reacted to that. She wasn't disappointed.

"MY new home!?? Are you kidding me!? Absolutely!" Alisa exclaimed, shocked and bewildered, but trusting Mistress Jen. She was so excited! Grabbing her shorts up, her phone flipped out on the floor. She quickly pulled her shorts on, commando style, then pulled her T-shirt over her head. Snatching up her phone, she slipped it into her pocket, not seeing the pleading texts.

"Let's go!" she said and Jen took her hand.

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Melinda looked at the clock and nearly cried. Her needs to be fucked, used and to cum were off the charts now. She had never needed it more in her life. She got upset at Alisa for doing this to her, or at least she wanted to be. How could her own sister do this to her?

Rick would be home in a matter of minutes and she had still not been allowed to quench the overwhelming desire that consumed her completely.

She was slipping off the sexy stockings and as she slowly took her collar off, she suddenly felt naked and vulnerable again. Hearing Rick's truck pull in the driveway, she pulled on some sweat pants and a sweat shirt. Then with her head hanging, walked to the kitchen to start dinner.

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Alisa and Miss Jen rode down the elevator hand in hand. When it opened, Alisa automatically released her grip but Miss Jen's increased, not letting her hand go. She smiled at her and Alisa smiled back, her hand closing around Miss Jen's again.

Alisa was buzzing with excitement and wonder on the way to her 'new home' as her Mistress had called it. At the first red light they came to, her owner collared her. Her mind was racing as she began to realize they would have the whole night together! And she would wake up with her!

She reached over and took her owner's hand, beaming at her excitedly. Jen laughed happily, holding their hands up and, taking the ramp onto the interstate, pressed the accelerator hard and shot like a rocket from 45 to 85 in a matter of seconds. Alisa gazed at her speeding around the slower cars on the road and marveled. This was Miss Jen- her owner, her Mistress, her love- fast, furious and in control. 'Oh, fuck me' she thought. Then turning back to look at the road ahead, thought again. "Oh, yes. Fuck me!"

When they pulled into the circular driveway, Alisa was amazed! Miss Jen's house was majestic and elaborate. Alisa wouldn't even begin to have a guess at how much something like this would cost. It was basically a mansion, set on the side of a mountain with a beautiful view of the valley below.

Other equally impressive houses dotted the side of the mountain along its winding road with perfectly manicured fields between them. Alisa felt like a princess that had accidentally captured the heart of someone who turned out to be a prince in one of her Lifetime movies. Or, in this case, the princess as it were. She almost giggled.

Miss Jen took her hand and led her on a tour of the amazing house. It was a six bedroom, seven bathroom house with a six car garage and a huge infinity pool to the side overlooking a beautiful view of the valley below. At night, the city lights and traffic below it were spectacular.

Alisa walked through the house looking like a seven-year-old seeing Disneyland for the first time.

Each room was as elegant as the last. Alisa was amazed. When they came to the last door at the end of the long hallway, Jen led her past it to a large spacious bedroom with a massive bed in the center. One wall was entirely of glass and overlooked the pool and of course the view of the valley and city below. "We're going to spend a lot of time here," she grinned.

Walking over to a gorgeous wardrobe she said, "I cleaned out several drawers for you. You'll need space in the closet too but I haven't got to that yet," she said, opening the door to a walk-in closet where a dozen gorgeous, obviously expensive gowns and the lot hung. Rows and rows of expensive shoes were lined up neatly on shelves along the back wall. It was as big as Alisa's bedroom in her 'old' house.

Then she led her to the adjoining bathroom. The shower had glass that seemed to defy physics, having no obvious way to support it. There were two shower heads that were on opposite walls.

"We'll spend a lot of time here too," she grinned.

Almost immediately, the two gorgeous women were naked and making out on the huge bed. With both of them nearly high from the day's events, they were like horny animals.

Quickly, they found themselves in a sixty-nine, Jen on top first then Alisa. Their bodies moved in perfect syncopation, changing positions seemingly with no effort at all.

Miss Jen introduced Alisa to scissoring, which drove her crazy. Jen straddled one leg and pulled the other up almost between her tits as she rode her pet's clit with her own aggressively. One hand went to one of her nipples and she pinched and pulled it hard as she ground her cunt and clit against her little claimed slut. Alisa yelled, screamed and moaned as her owner drove her to countless orgasms.

Finally, their energy spent, they just laid in each other's arms and made out gently, their bodies pressed together and slowly grinding each other until Alisa went still.

Finally Jen slid out of bed, saying, "Come on baby girl. You're going to love the shower! It has jets on the..." she started, then stopped. Looking at her beautiful girl, she grinned. She was fast asleep, a smile on her face.

Apparently, having three different women in one day and being surprisingly invited to move in with her owner really took a lot out of a girl. Still smiling, she slid in beside her and took her into her arms, pulling the covers over them both.

As Jen held her she realized that this had been something she had really missed out on over the years- cuddling! It was nice. Maybe this whole 'love' thing wasn't so bad after all. Who knew? And with that thought, she was asleep, a smile on her face as well.

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Melinda was in various degrees of arousal all evening as the memories of the day's events flooded her mind. Images of gazing up at her sister- her Mistress- as she ate her pussy with a fervor played over and over in her head. It was the very first time, and she now knew, was just one of many to come. Her pussy wetted again as she thought of that.

Her sister, her Mistress.

"Ohhhh," she breathed at the thought. Her nipples swelled, and once again poked out prominently through the soft material of her sweat shirt like little thimbles.

She had put on some cotton 'granny panties' in an effort to soak up some of the juices that threatened to soak through her sweat pants. She had to change them an hour later as they had already soaked up as much of her pussy honey they could hold and were nearly sopping wet.

As she peeled them off in the bathroom, she had a thought, and suddenly stuffed the crotch of them in her mouth and sucked them dry. Her Mistress hadn't specifically said she couldn't taste her pussy, she reasoned. "I'm such a slut," she thought. But as good as she tasted, it brought back images and memories of her going down on her sister just hours earlier, her face covered and dripping with her sweet juices. She sucked on her soiled panties, stuffing them fully into her mouth, and immediately she wetted again.

She dried herself as much as possible and slipped on another dry pair. As she headed back to the living room, she glanced at her neighbor's house and saw lights in the window to their living room. Immediately her sister's words came back to her- "I'm going to let Molly and her husband use you. I'm going to send him to you to use you in any way he desires. Or maybe I'll send you to them." Melinda whimpered.

By the time she returned to the couch, she could already feel her panties soaking again. 'She's right there!' she thought. 'Not even a minute's walk away.'

Sitting down again, she glanced at her husband sitting stretched out in his lazy boy chair watching tv and could easily see his bulge. Fuck it. She got up and knelt down beside him, working frantically at his Levi's to free his cock. Rick smiled hugely. "Oh, you're such a slut today!" he exclaimed, and lifted his hips to help her slip his jeans down, his cock popping out.

The moment it was free, she shoved his thick meat into her mouth and took it straight down her throat until her chin rested against his full balls. She sucked on his hard cock like she was sucking a golf ball through a water hose. Pressing her tongue against his hard shaft, she withdrew it until only the head was barely in her lips and then shoved her head back down on it again taking his cock straight down her throat.

She bobbed her head up and down, sucking like a cheap whore and he barely lasted a minute before emptying his thick, yummy cum into her mouth, filling it. She hungrily swallowed it and sucked him for more as a second pulse filled her mouth. A third and final eruption fed her but she didn't stop. She sucked him through five full aftershocks and continued until he was once again rigid in her mouth.

She immediately climbed up on him and guided his cock between her dripping wet lips and dropped on him until her clit was grinding against his pelvis bone, and moaned out in ecstasy.

Laughing at something, Rick turned his head.

"What babe?" he asked.

Melinda's breath hitched. "Oh God, did I just moan outloud!?" she asked herself.

"I... um... didn't say anything," she pleaded.

Rick tilted his head slightly. "Are you ok?" he asked.

Oh fuck. What if he pointed out that her nipples were hard again? She had caught him staring at them earlier before quickly turning away from him. What if he did actually see the warm dampness between her legs? How could she tell him that she couldn't allow him to fuck her without getting permission from her sister first?

"You've been in a daze all evening," he continued.

"I just really need you to fuck me like a cheap whore!" is what she wanted to say but she didn't.

"Oh, I'm just not feeling very good," she said. She thought, to stop this before she lost control, she would have to embarrass herself.

"I'm a little sick on my tummy. I've had trouble going to the bathroom today," she lied. But to herself she thought, "Without jamming a dildo in my pussy like I was trying to break it."

Rick wasn't touching this. "I think there's some Mylanta in the medicine cabinet," he offered before returning to his movie.

"Yeah, that might help," she said, getting up and heading toward the bathroom.

She didn't need Mylanta. What she really needed was a cock tearing her pussy apart on one end of her and another one going down her throat, she thought. Or even better, a woman smothering her with pussy as she sat on her face and another chic scissoring her.

"Fuckkkk," she thought in frustration.

She pulled her phone out and texted her sister.

"Mistress, for the love of God, PLEASE let my husband fuck me!'

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Miss Jen awoke, feeling her gorgeous Alisa's tits pressed firmly against her back, her shapely legs intertwined with hers. She smiled and rolled over, still half asleep, to pull her beautiful slave into her and kiss her. She opened her eyes but this time she did see a beautiful brunette with lazy curls sleeping peacefully instead of the blonde that had made her feel so guilty before.

As she gazed at her while she slept, she thought, "Damn, is there ever a moment that she isn't just gorgeous?" Her hair was slightly disheveled from a night of passionate sex and she was arguably even hotter like this.

Alisa stirred and adjusted her position a bit before pulling her Mistress in tighter against her. Suddenly she opened her eyes in elation. In her dreams, she had a subconscious fear that the night was only that- a dream, and she'd wake up in her 'old' bedroom, alone.

But as her sleepy eyes came into focus, what she saw instead was her gorgeous Mistress smiling at her lovingly.

"Good morning beautiful," she smiled.

"Mmmmm, good morning gorgeous," Alisa smiled back. "I was so afraid last night was only a dream," she continued.

Most Saturday mornings, she woke up alone, wishing she was with her Mistress. This Saturday morning, she woke up in her arms. She was overjoyed.

"How did you sleep, sweetheart?" Jen asked her.

"Wonderfully! Better than I have in years," Alisa said. "Like a drunk baby!" she laughed. Then a terrible thought came to her.

"Oh, Mistress! I'm so sorry I fell asle..," she started but was interrupted as Jen's mouth sealed over hers.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as Jen's soft, warm tongue probed her mouth. They kissed with increasing passion until Jen moved from her lips to her cheek, down her neck and across her shoulders and finally down to her tits. She started suckling one nipple while she gently caressed the other with her finger tips. Alisa was in complete ecstasy.

Jen then started planting little kisses in a trail that was obviously leading towards pet's pussy.

Alisa giggled. "Mistress! I have to pee!"

Jen laughed and took her hand. "Me too," she said, leading her out of bed and towards the elegant bathroom.

Alisa was slightly embarrassed as Jen grinned at her and apparently had no intentions of giving her privacy so she just sat down. And just like that, her owner's tits were at mouth level and a nipple was quickly sucked in. It was kind of dirty and erotic to suck her owner's tits as she peed. Her Mistress laid her head back in ecstasy and moaned. After Alisa gave her other nipple a suckling like a hungry baby, Jen stepped back saying, "Focus Jen, focus!" and laughed.

"Lets get a shower and I'll fix some breakfast," she said. "We have a lot to do today!"

"What are we doing?" Alisa asked.

"We're going shopping for some sexy outfits for you! And several other things like a negligée, a corset, a few teddies, some garter belts and silk stockings, heels...." she grinned. Things I can show you off in," she winked. "Oh, and you have a fitting with a seamstress at one o'clock.'

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Melinda woke up even more horny than she was when she went to bed, which is saying a lot. That night, she awoke several times in overwhelming arousal, having erotic dreams continually. Now that she was awake, all could think about was her sister's and owner's words- "I'm going to let Molly and her husband use you continually." She shivered in excitement. If Frank, his boys, and his friends had taught her anything, it was that she loved being used. And that hot little bitch and her husband were right next door!

Molly was incredibly sexy so of course her husband, Dantè, was equally as hot- Fit, muscular and incredibly handsome. Apparently Italian. Melinda's excitement of what incredible things were almost assuredly going to happen to her over the coming months had her entire body throbbing with arousal. Oh, how hot would it be to be on her knees eating Molly's pussy while Dantè's cock ....

Rick interrupted her thoughts when he walked in from the back yard.

"Good morning babe. Feeling any better?" he asked.

"Yes, a little," she said.

"Well, Danny is taking his boat out and asked if we wanted to go with him. Do you want to go?" he asked.

"I don't really feel like it. Not sure I feel like being in a boat." Then the thought occurred to her that something really hot could happen in the privacy of a boat.

"Is... um... Molly going?" she asked.

"No, she's not going," he said. Melinda almost trembled.

"A guy's day out then. Go, have some fun on your day off," she said. "I'll be fine here."

The moment he was out the door, Melinda picked up her phone and texted her Mistress.

"Mistress, Rick and Danté are going out on the boat. Molly is alone... I'm dying here. Can she play with me? Please!?"

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After Jen and Alisa showered together and had breakfast, Alisa thought she should probably check her phone to see what Tim had said about her going home with Miss Jen. She hadn't looked at it since they left the office together.

Then she remembered that she had been so distracted by her own surprise of going home with Jen that she hadn't yet shared the other amazing surprise she had for her Mistress!

"Oh, Mistress! I completely forgot! I have a wonderful surprise for you!" she exclaimed. She retrieved her phone and was surprised that she hadn't heard from Tim at all. But she had several from her sister begging for relief.

"Oops," she laughed.

Jen looked at her. "Oops?" she questioned as she applied her makeup.

"Well, the oops is related, but first I had a great surprise for you that I completely forgot about! A huge surprise!" she laughed. Pulling up her videos, she said, "It would be easier to show you I think."

"I can already tell it's going to be good 'cuz you're grinning like a opposum!" Jen laughed.

Alisa started to hand her phone over but then pulled it back protectively.

"But first I have to ask for... amnesty," she said. "I had to um.... break a couple of rules."

Her Mistress raised an eyebrow.

"But I promise you it will be worth it," she quickly added.

Laughing, Miss Jen ordered, "Just give me the damn phone!"

Alisa was grinning from ear to ear. "Like Aerosmith said, just push play," she laughed, then braced for her reaction.

Once she did, her eyes immediately went big as she saw a completely different woman obviously eating someone's pussy like they were starving. But they really went big when she heard her pet's voice.

"That's right, eat your new owner's pussy, you filthy slut. Who owns you, bitch?!"

"You own me now, Mistress,"

"And who owns your body now, slut!?"

"You own my body Mistress," the unknown woman said, continuing to lick and lap at Alisa's cunt.

Miss Jen was making all manner of faces- excited, then a little pissed, then excited and confused at the same time.

"Who the hell is that!?" she asked.

"Well, remember Melinda's hot neighbor that flirted with me? Well I claimed her too for you. She's my present to you!" Alisa said, now a little worried.

Miss Jen cackled. "Are you telling me that you claimed your sister, AND her neighbor, all in one afternoon!?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, Mistress. That's Molly. She's for you of course," she answered, making sure to add that in case it helped her for her transgressions.

She was having a hard time reading her Mistress so she quickly added, "I didn't so much as let her use my body, I made her use my body. Are you mad at me Mistress?" she asked. She was all kinds of concerned now.

But her Mistress was still grinning, so maybe she was ok.

"Wait, wait, wait. Back up. Did you say Molly? As in Molly Farrara?" she asked, appearing excited.

Alisa shrugged. "I dunno. I just knew her name was Molly. But then after that," she said, gesturing at her phone, "I just called her slut, whore, bitch, cunt, slave," she chuckled nervously. "Anything I wanted. I kind of felt a need to put her in her place," she said.

But her Mistress was already playing the video again. As soon as the woman raised her dripping face to answer Alisa's reaffirming questions, she threw her head back laughing hysterically.

"It is her!" she exclaimed, still laughing. "Molly fucking Farrara!"

"Did I do something wrong, Mistress? Are you upset with me?" she asked nervously.

Jen rose to throw her arms around her.

"Not at all baby! In fact, I've never been more proud of anyone in my life!" she said, wiping a tear from her eye, fighting off her laughter.

"Wow! You not only claimed your sister, but you claimed a perfect stranger- TWO women in one afternoon! And one of them is Molly Farrara!" she exclaimed, trying to quell her hysterics. "Actually, Molly is just her nickname, which makes this even funnier. Her true name is Maddalena Farrara," she said, still snickering.

She saw her pet relax a little, but she was obviously puzzled.

"Ok, the reason this is so good is that Molly is also a member of the Crucible, the club I mentioned. But she walks around like a queen, bragging about how many women she's turned. She claims she uses them for herself for a while and then brings in her husband and they use her together until they get bored of her and then kick her to the curb. She shrugs and just brags that she could get a new one anytime she wants. Basically she's an arrogant bitch- and deceitful. There's a reason her nickname is Molly. I'm sure she was after you next."

"Oh, she was, obviously. But thanks to your training, especially the focus training, I won!" she laughed, now more relaxed.

"Wow, Molly Farrara is your bitch! You're going to be infamous at the club!" she laughed. "But what was the 'oops' about?" she asked.

"Oh, that," she said, taking her phone back and opening the texts from Melinda. "I completely forgot all about her yesterday evening, if that gives you any idea of how much you have my attention," she grins. She hands the phone to her.

Her Mistress grins as she reads all the begging, pleading requests to cum. When she read the last one about both of them- Melinda and Molly- being alone for the day, she looked up maniacally. "Oh, this is good," she grins. "Mischief!" she laughs.

"Tell you what. I'll graciously accept my gift, and you keep Melinda. We'll work them together in tandem," she suggested.

Alisa was glad to hear this. She wanted to keep her sister as her slave anyway.

"But let's talk about it in the car! We're going shopping!" she exclaimed, and they headed out.

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Melinda was a horny, dripping mess. As soon as Rick left and she had texted her new owner, she immediately stripped, put her collar on, and slowly pulled the sexy black nylons on, connecting them to a black garter belt.

She had bought some red, four inch heels because she thought they looked so wonderfully slutty, but until now she hadn't really had much of an opportunity to wear them. But now they were perfect! She admired her new look that felt so fitting for her. She looked like a "woman of the evening", but at nine a. m.

She kept waiting for a reply from her Mistress. If she didn't reply soon, she was going to get into trouble. Her nipples had been hard since she woke up, but now that she knew that Molly was alone as well, her imagination was working overtime and she was going insane from unsatisfied lust.

She felt like a slut and it was waking up feelings in her of finally accepting and embracing that she was truly a slut. Memories of kneeling naked on wet grass as five men stood around her stroking their cocks and making her admit that she was a slut flooded her mind. With shaking hands she picked up her phone and opened her contacts. And there it was.... Frank's number.

Her phone dinged and instantly her breathing accelerated.

"Good morning, my little slut," she read in eager anticipation. "I know you have been going insane but I hope it has left you hungry. Are you ready to feast on some pussy? I know you are, little slut."

"More than you know Mistress!" she replied.

Melinda was shivering with desire and trembling with excitement already.

"I trust you are wearing what I instructed you to. Before you read any further, I want you in your bed with your legs spread open wide. Go now."

Melinda practically ran to her bed. She was already dripping.

Her breath hitched as she read the next lines.

"Molly will join you momentarily," she read.

"Omg! Omg! Yes, yes, yes!" she breathed.

"Here are your instructions: have your phone ready to record. She will let herself in and crawl to you on her hands and knees to eat your pussy. I want a video of that as well as her eating you."

Melinda was trembling so hard she was struggling to read.

"You are both allowed to cum four times. You first, then her. No talking at all. After either of you cum, you are to intertwine your bodies and make out for five minutes, no exceptions. After both of you have came four times, she is to leave the same way and I want a thousand word essay on your first experience with her. But you might want to start washing your bed covers before starting your essay. Enjoy your gift My little slave. ~Mistress"

Melinda was shaking violently with nervous excitement. She barely had time to write, "Thank you Mistress!" before she heard the front door open, and moments later, she saw Molly crawling to her and into her bed.

"Good morning sister," she smiled, and then went down on her. She licked and sucked her pussy and clit almost as well as Alisa had and just minutes later, Melinda erupted in the glorious rapture of her first orgasm with her sister slave Molly. It was the first of many, many more.

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Alisa and Jen agreed that Molly would need to be put in her place for awhile, but the thought of allowing Danté and Maddalena to dominate Melinda was too tempting to resist for very long. They decided to keep Molly in a lower stance for a short while before giving Melinda over to the powerful couple. It would be a temporary sharing of her leash that allowed them to use her, but agreed that it would be quite often, and possibly daily. And after Alisa had shared what she had discovered about Frank and his two sons using her, Mistress assured her that that was absolutely going to happen again and that they were going to watch it this time.

Miss Jen took Alisa to several high-end and expensive lingerie shops and bought several items for her. She bought a white corset and a black one, a few negligées, several pairs of silk stockings- some black, some white, some lacy, some plain. And of course a few pairs of fishnet stockings with the line that ran down the back.

Then she took her to buy several pairs of high heel shoes. With each style, she bought the same pair in a few different colors. Miss Jen preferred the ones that had straps that wrapped up her calves because it hinted at her being tied up. Then she bought her several pairs of leather boots, each also with high heels, and one pair of thigh-high boots with stiletto heels like she had worn for Felicia's first training session.

Alisa marveled at how much Miss Jen was spending.

"Mistress, this is too much. It will take me forever to pay you for all this," she said.

"Silly girl," Jen laughed. "It's my pleasure to buy my girl pretty things. I'm having fun. Don't worry. I've got this baby. And they're not just for your enjoyment," she winked.

Alisa was trying not to be nosey but she just had to know.

"How can you afford all this?" she finally asked.

"Well, remember I mentioned the Crucible? It's a private club I used to be a part of. It caters to the BDSM scene largely. The club I mentioned is an offshoot of that club. Actually I own it," she said nonchalantly.

Alisa gasped. She was not expecting this at all.

"Anyway, my club is also private, with over 350+ members, each paying $75 dollars a year for membership fees. Cover charge is $50 for somewhere between 100-200 customers on weekend nights. As with most private clubs I mark up the bar 300%" she said.

Alisa looked dumbfounded. Her Mistress was seriously an overachiever!

She continued, "I also rent it out for private parties, photoshoots, etcetera. Private promoters will pay anywhere from $1,000 to $3,000 to rent the space for a weekend. It all adds up to be pretty profitable. But I also spend a small fortune to hire very capable managers to handle it all so I don't have to," she laughed. "But they handle everything. I don't have time to do that and work at the university too. Plus it keeps me somewhat anonymous. So I have several managers and book keepers handle all that stuff for me. And when I host my own private parties, I already have a space for free! So yeah baby, I've got this. You just wear it and look hot for me," she laughed. "Or whoever I invite to our parties," she winked. Alisa nearly had a spontaneous orgasm right on the spot.

They had some lunch and then met with a seamstress who led them back to a private fitting room. She was quite attractive, with a great body. Alisa was measured in every direction before trying on several dresses and skirts, each one shorter than the last. The only dress that was full length was very elegant, and had a split up each thigh all the way to her hips so that with every step, the material would fall away to expose Alisa's shapely legs accented with her high heels. It was half blue, half white, and the material sparkled. The two colors were elegantly separated with a curvy design that ran lengthwise. This one was completed and boxed to be taken home that day, as were a few skirts that were just a bit over mid thigh length for Alisa to wear to work.

"You're not hiding those perfect legs at work anymore," her Mistress informed her.

Finally Mistress handed her a black form fitting dress that was so short, It barely covered her garter belt straps.

Alisa blushed.

Her Mistress grinned as she noticed it. "What's wrong dear?" she asked, amused.

"I uh ... just never wore anything so short before," she admitted nervously.

"You're right babe," she said, and asked the seamstress to borrow her marker. She knelt and began tracing a line around the dress three inches higher.

"There. That's better," she said. The seamstress took the dress off Alisa who stood there naked now, and disappeared into the back. She returned amazingly quickly and helped Alisa slip it on again, her hands all over her body as she "helped" her shimmy into it.

Now, her garter straps were absolutely in view. The tight dress covered the curve of Alisa's bubble ass and nothing more.

Her Mistress walked around her slowly, nodding in approval. "Perfect!" she finally exclaimed.

The seamstress, who had basically felt Alisa up continually during her fitting, looked up and down her body. She acted as though she were inspecting her work on the tight fitting dress but her eyes appeared to be more inspecting the curves and cleavage of Alisa's body that it exposed.

"Same payment as usual, Miss Jen?" she asked eagerly.

Miss Jen held up one finger and reached into the shopping bag she had brought in with them to pull out Alisa's thick leather collar. Alisa was shocked as Jen fastened her collar around her neck right in front of the pretty seamstress. Blushing, she glanced in her direction to see her smirk.

Then Mistress Jen pulled out the thigh-high boots and handed them to Alisa.

"Try these on, pet. I want to see how the whole ensemble goes together," she said, motioning her hands up and down her body. Then she turned and gently took the pretty seamstress' arm, guiding her off to the side.

Alisa awkwardly pulled her new boots on and zipped them up around her legs. She stood up for a minute to get her balance on the ridiculously high heels. Spying the full length mirror, she took a breath and stepped towards it.

"Listen, this is the one I told you about," Miss Jen said to her seamstress.

The seamstress' eyebrows lifted. "She's....'The One'...?" she asked, watching Alisa make her way towards the mirror.

"Well I can see why!" she exclaimed.

"I know, right?" Miss Jen answered. "But the thing is, this is our first weekend together. With that in mind, could I pay you later?" she asked.

The seamstress frowned a bit and then said, "Fine. I understand that, I suppose, being it's her." Then she grinned and stroked her fingers up and down the back of Miss Jen's arm sensually. "But you understand that credit comes with interest," she winked. "AND- and I get an invitation to the reveal," she added.

"Done and done!" Miss Jen agreed eagerly.

Alisa subconsciously stepped up to the mirror and, looking up to see herself, gasped. "Holy Shit!"

Miss Jen and the seamstress turned and both took a step in her direction then stopped.

"Oh. My. God!" Jen gasped. The seamstress just stood there with her mouth open.

As neither of them could look away, the seamstress said quietly, "You know if you walk out with her in that, looking like you do, you're going to cause another accident, don't you?"

Still staring, Miss Jen nodded slowly up and down. "Un huh" she agreed.

Then she added, "Oh, you SO owe me."

"Un huh," she agreed again, still not looking away.

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As Molly opened the door and stepped into Melinda's house, she was overwhelmed with lust and desire. She had wanted this little bitch ever since she had laid eyes on her. Immediately recognizing that she was submissive, she had fully intended on capturing the little slut for herself and her husband. But as the case was, she had already been collared, as was herself now.

As she dropped to her hands and knees, she cursed her Mistress for demeaning her like this. "Fine. I'll play along for now," she thought as she crawled towards Melinda's bedroom. But part of her felt proud to be obeying so perfectly. She was conflicted to feel something so unfamiliar to her. She shook it off quickly. This wasn't who she was, and she was about to school Melinda on that fact, with a vengeance.

As she entered the room, her hunger ratcheted up another notch as she saw Melinda naked with her legs open, her hands on either side of her head gripping the covers fiercely and panting in anticipation.

Molly growled like a wolf as she slipped up onto the bed. Then as instructed, she purred, "Good morning sister." Then slipping her hands under Melinda's perfectly firm ass, she guided them up over her hips. They gripped Melinda's thighs and she pulled herself down to bury her face in the little slut's pussy.

Melinda squealed out in ecstasy as her crush went down on her for the first time. She needed it so bad.

Molly moaned out, Fuck!" as she licked her. She tasted just as good as the sister who had claimed her the day before. She instantly set to work her talented tongue on the whimpering slut's cunt, using everything she knew to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. She had turned more worthless whores than she could count into a babbling, disgusting mess and this cunt was going to be no exception.

Melinda thrashed and moaned, her body shaking as the woman ate her with a commanding dominance. She was quickly caving into her despite her desire not to. She was only allowed four orgasms and she was quickly moving towards burning up one of them. She was as good as her sister at licking cunt, or close to it, and she was losing control quickly after some twenty hours of constant unquenched arousal.

The few times she was able to lift her head enough to see Molly completely claiming her pussy pushed her even closer to it. She was dressed identical to Melinda with black stockings and red heels, her shapely calves rising and falling alternately as she dined on her wet cunt.

Molly was completely destroying this woman just as she knew she would. She could feel her entire body shaking. "Oh, yes," she thought. "We may be sister slaves for now but I'm still going to own you, cunt." She bared down hard on her sister-prey relentlessly.

Melinda shook and thrashed about, moaning out in breathless gasps and squeals. Her head turned back and forth violently as her hands squeezed and kneaded her tits. Then the room began to go dark as she felt the familiar crack around the top of the volcano between her legs suddenly give out and she erupted in a violent orgasm. The force of it shuddered through her entire body and she screamed out loudly. Molly kept going and orgasm after orgasm ripped through Melinda's body until she felt her collapse, panting heavily.

Molly lifted her head in a devilish grin and began licking her way up her quivering body until her sister slave's nipple brushed her lips. She sucked it into her mouth hard and without warning, bit into it.

Melinda shrieked out in pain and jerked spasmodically. Her head jerked up, her eyes wide. She watched in horror as Molly released her nipple and licked across her towards her other nipple while her hand quickly captured her aching nipple. Her fingers pinched down hard and she twisted it then pulled it viciously towards the ceiling. At the same time her mouth sealed over her other nipple.

Melinda squealed, "No! You can't!"

Releasing her nipple, Molly screamed, "Shut up cunt! Shut your fucking mouth!" And sucked her nipple into her mouth and bit down on it. She held her firmly as Melinda shrieked out in terror and thrashed. She held her like that for a long time, one twisted nipple pulled violently upward, the other feeling her teeth sinking into it while Melinda squealed, "No! Please! Oh my God! Please stop! Please! Please, no, don't!"

Finally she released them and slid up to straddle Melinda. She leaned forward and gripped her throat with one hand and slid the other hand under her head, grasping a fistful of her hair roughly. Locking Melinda's head in place, she shoved her tongue in her mouth and kissed her roughly, ignoring the fact that Melinda was desperately fighting for breath.

She broke their kiss and for some reason, she glanced at the clock. "Stop that!" she scolded herself. Looking down at Melinda, their eyes connected. She started kissing her, but not quite so violently now.

Melinda was finally getting her breath and attempted to kiss the beautiful woman back. She had an overwhelming desire to please her for some reason, but it wasn't so much because she had been so mean to her, although she had scared her a bit. She just felt that familiar feeling of needing to please.

Molly broke their kiss once more and looking into Melinda's eyes again, something broke in her a little. Something in her eyes, or something in her kiss. She wasn't sure, but something felt weird and she couldn't put her finger on it just yet.

But that wasn't going to deter her from using this little bitch in the least. She wouldn't allow that.

"It's my turn now, filthy cunt!" she almost yelled. She slid up on her knees on either side of Melinda's shoulders, effectively pinning her in place, and now had a fistful of her hair.

"Now you're going to eat my pussy, slut!" and yanked Melinda's head up and straight into her pussy.

"Lick it bitch! Lick it, you little cunt!"

Melinda squealed out as Molly ground her wet cunt up and down Melinda's face roughly. She tried desperately to lick her, but her pussy mostly rode her face more than anything, using her face with long strokes from her chin all the way to her forehead, drenching it thoroughly.

As Molly gripped Melinda's hair and held her head tightly in place, she threw head back and cackled like a devil. With her hands in Melinda's hair, she bucked her face like a rodeo star.

"Whew! How do you like that, you little bitch! You wanted your face in my cunt didn't you!? Is that what you fantasized about while you fingered that dirty cunt, watching me in the yard?"

Melinda was grunting out loudly in complaint at the rough use she was being subjected to. She was nearly in tears. This wasn't how she wanted it. And she was mortified to hear that she knew she had fingered herself while spying on her working in her yard.

"Oh, yeah we knew!" Molly continued as if she had read her mind.

"Danté saw it first. Just happened to be looking out the window, and saw a dirty cunt jerking herself off. Did you like those extra short shorts I wore for you, you little peeper? I know you did! That's when we got the best videos!"

Melinda was freaking out. Her legs kicked and squirmed but was completely helpless to do anything but take Molly's abuse and listen in horror as her captor continued.

"Oh, we got some great videos. Our favorites were when you'd have to go get that big dildo to use on yourself. Damn, you punished that pussy! I bet you were pretending that was my husband taking you like that, weren't you whore?"

Molly stopped riding her face and pressed her wet pussy into Melinda's mouth. "Lick it, bitch, while I tell you how this is going to go. In short, you're now our personal whore...."

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Alisa looked at herself in the mirror, amazed at what she saw. Ever the modest one, she thought to herself, 'That woman is an artist!' She turned this way and that, looking at herself from different angles, posing and admiring her legs in the sexy thigh-high boots her Mistress had picked out for her. She finally felt sexy. As she looked at herself, something her Mistress had said to her more than once came to mind. "How can you possibly not know just how hot you are!?" she had said. "You're a complete bombshell and don't even realize it! I'm going to change that!"

She began striking some poses, sometimes giggling to herself at the absurdity of it. But slowly she began to embrace it. Sure, the dress fit her like a latex glove and the woman's skill was impressive. But not just anyone could pull off wearing something like this. But for Alisa, it just worked. She looked at herself as if she were looking in the mirror for the first time. "Damn!," she breathed. "I'm really not bad." Maybe this is what her Mistress, and many others, had seen in her that she had not yet fully embraced. Until now.

She began striking more sexy poses, her hand on her hip, her weight on one leg. Then she shifted to the other leg, her hands switching places. Sensing she was being watched, she looked back over her shoulder.

"Oh. My. God!" she heard her Mistress say. She immediately blushed, wondering what the two women had just witnessed. She immediately straightened and turned to face her Mistress and the other woman who still stood with her mouth open.

"No, baby girl! Don't stop! Own it!" her Mistress said. "Come to me and show us that sexy walk!"

No longer feeling self-conscious, she embraced it and felt sexy as hell. If they were going to watch her, she'd give them a show.

She put one hand on her hip and shook her ass across the room like a model. Just as she got to them, Miss Jen put a finger in the air and made a circle.

Alisa stopped and did an elegant turn halfway around. Thrusting one hip out, she placed her hand on it and looked over her other shoulder with a sultry, sexy look, her hair falling smoothly over her shoulder.

"Damn!" the seamstress gasped.

Alisa grinned and once again, in an elegant turn, faced them. This time she thrust the other hip out and switched hands.

"What do you think, Mistress?" she asked coyly.

Stepping up to her, she said, "I think you're going to be the center fold of the century!"

There was that word again, and it had the same effect on Alisa as it always had. And much to the seamstress' delight, her nipples immediately went rigid.

Miss Jen turned to her and said, "Shelly, I think it would be a good time to go ahead and settle up after all, don't you?" she asked.

"Oh, I think it would be the perfect time for it!" she said eagerly. Then she turned quickly and exited the private fitting room. Alisa heard the front door lock, and the door length blinds being pulled down.

Miss Jen put her hand on Alisa's cheek and turned her to face her. She looked at her longingly, then took her in a deep tongue to tongue kiss.

Pulling back to look into her eyes, she caressed her cheek. "It's time to pay for your dress now, pet. Make me proud!"

At first Alisa was confused but it quickly became clear as Shelly stepped back into the room holding a leash, and her Mistress slipped her finger into the "D" ring of her collar, turning her in Shelly's direction.

"Shelly, this is my pet and girlfriend. You'll be seeing a lot of her from now on, so I think you should get to know each other much better!" she said.

Alisa beamed! It was the first time she had heard her Mistress call her her 'girlfriend'.

"Mmmmm I'd love to," Shelly said. And just like that, she stepped up and hooked her leash to the D ring of Alisa's collar.

Miss Jen stroked Alisa's bare shoulder. "She has collar rights for you now, dear. Be a good girl," she instructed.

Alisa's breath hitched in her throat. They most definitely were about to get to know each other much better. And Alisa's pussy was already wet.

"Yes, Mistress," she managed.

Shelly stroked her face. "Yes, let's get to know each other better, sweetheart," she said, and pulled her against her firm body. "Much, much better," she grinned. And immediately took her in a deep, tongue-probing kiss.

Shelly was obviously experienced and her kiss was delightful. The longer it went, the more Alisa caved into her, moaning into her mouth. This was so hot! She hadn't known the woman's name until a few minutes ago, and now they were making out, while her Mistress watched!

"Yessss, yessss baby girl. Show her!" her Mistress was purring.

Shelly broke their kiss and turned, leading Alisa by her leash directly towards what appeared to be a shelf. Reaching behind it as she stared back at Alisa in a sly grin, she pressed a button and the shelf started sliding sideways, the wall going with it.

Alisa gasped. It was a hidden room, bathed in warm, red lights and rather large to be so unnoticed. Inside, various flogs, whips, canes and riding crops decorated the wall. A red couch was against one wall facing the center of the room, which had several things Alisa wasn't familiar with at the moment. There was a large post with a board protruding from it at about waist level. Iron rings were attached to it high up near the top of it. Iron rings were also bolted to the floor on either side of it.

There was something that looked like a pommel horse like Alisa had seen before during the Olympics but this was shorter, also just above waist level. It also had iron rings attached to the floor on either side of it. She had an idea what this was used for. She immediately pictured someone bent over it, ankles tied to one set of rings and wrists to the other while God only knows what would be done to them.

Shelly started leading Alisa into the room by her leash and Mistress Jen took her hand, trailing in behind her.

Alisa was breathing hard in nervous excitement and anticipation. She was immensely horny and she began to feel a trickle of her juices going down her inner thighs. Her nipples felt they were going to pop. Every sense was in overload. The room smelled of leather, sex and a faint scent of sweat.

Her Mistress, (her real one, not the one who had assumed temporary control and ownership of her) squeezed her hand and when she looked at her, she grinned and winked.

Once inside, the 'wall door' closed behind them and immediately the two dominant women set about stripping Alisa down until only her collar remained.

Then both of them started cuffing her with thick leather cuffs, her wrists first, then her ankles. Then Mistress Shelly tugged on her leash as she led her to an "X" shaped wooden frame near the center of the room facing the couch. She was later to learn that this was called a St. Andrew's cross, and was only one of many times she would find herself restrained by it or something similar.

Mistress Jen smiled as each woman took a wrist and attached them to an eyelet at the top of each arm of it, and then they spread her legs wide as they attached her ankles to it.

Alisa was about to hyperventilate from her excitement. She was now naked, spread open, displayed, and helpless. She was writhing in excitement, her body twisting and turning in her restraints. Her hips thrust forward, begging for someone, anyone to touch her, to use her.

Immediately after restraining Alisa, the two women were in a deep, hungry kiss, both aroused from having Alisa helpless and what they were about to do to her. They quickly stripped each other, their now naked bodies pressed firmly together as their hands roamed all over each other.

They turned and headed towards the large couch but as they passed Alisa, naked, open and displayed, Mistress Shelly paused and took a ball gag from the table of toys beside the St Andrew's cross. She pushed it into Alisa's mouth as she whimpered. Noticing the girl's hips thrusting back and forward as if she were fucking the air while moaning in need, she pointed at her thighs. She nodded to Miss Jen who nodded back and quickly black leather belts were cinched firmly around her upper thighs and the legs of the cross, restraining her further until she couldn't even move her hips anymore.

With the ballgag preventing clear speech, she begged, "Pwease! Pwease! Oh, Gawd pwease fock me!"

She begged and pleaded to them as she watched the two gorgeous, naked women completely ignore her and climb up on the large couch, immediately falling into a hungry, slurping, moaning sixty nine.

They moaned and slurped loudly on each other. Both women slid their arms under the other's ass and wrapped their arms around their thighs, pulling each other open as the heads licked and bobbed, both moaning out in ecstasy as they feasted on each other.

Alisa was going insane as she watched the two women. She needed to touch her tits, to squeeze them, to tug her nipples but with her arms stretched out in a 'V' she was helpless to do either. Her thighs shook and her pussy was dripping to the floor in puddles. She twisted and turned, straining against her restraints that cruelly prevented her from any relief.

She needed someone, anyone, to touch her, to finger her, to fuck her. She continued to beg but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

She was held firmly but still struggled in complete desperation for anyone to release her from her needy torment.

Alisa jumped as someone she didn't even know was in the dimly lit room took her by the hair and quickly tied a blindfold over her eyes. She gasped in shock and fear as she heard booted footsteps walk around to be in front of her. She could still hear the two women feasting on each other, and who this third person was, she had no idea.

Then she felt finger tips exploring her body all over. They traced circles around her nipples, setting her on fire. They throbbed under their touch. She panted in need and erotic lust to be explored by this complete stranger, spread open and helpless. Slowly the fingers slid down towards her tied open legs and she squealed out in elation as she felt three thick fingers enter her.

"Oh, yesssss, this one will do fine!" a husky voice purred.

'Oh, Fuck! It's a man!' Alisa realized.

She could feel warm breath on her neck and she shook. Who is this!?

"She's exquisite!" she heard Mistress Shelly say from the direction of the couch. "I knew you would enjoy her Sir!"

Then she heard hungry moaning sounds coming from the couch once more.

"Oh, yessss. She's a fine specimen indeed," the stranger said.

Suddenly, she felt as strong, calloused hands gripped her tits and squeezed them hard. They kneaded them, squished them together then lifted and dropped them.

"Mmmmmm perfection!" the stranger purred. Then he took both nipples between his thumb and index firgers, pinched them hard, twisted them, and pulled them straight up hard as if to lift Alisa's body by them alone.

She shieked out loudly and shook violently, screaming out in erotic pain. In the background she could hear the two women moaning out in glee, spurring him on. He held them for what felt like eternity as Alisa squealed. Finally they were immediately released and they stung as blood rushed back into them. Just as quickly a mouth was sucking one vigorously.

She shook and trembled. She had no idea who this was and she didn't care. She just wanted his cock inside her.

"Pwease! Pwease!" she squealed through the ball gag in her mouth.

"Mmmm this one's a horny little bitch!" the husky voice said. Then to her great appreciation she felt a bulbous cock head rubbing up and down between her dripping labia.

"Yestth yestth," she moaned, and then a rock hard cock pierced her, thrusting it's full eight inch shaft into her to the hilt.

The stranger began thrusting inside her harder and harder as she moaned out in pure elation.

Miss Jen and Shelly had rose up now, one arm around the other's body, one hand enjoying the other's tits. They watched the man ramming his cock into the moaning slut. They kissed, watched, kissed some more. The man was fucking Alisa like he was trying to break her. They fell back into the sixty nine once more, moaning in ecstasy.

Alisa was so turned on to have a complete stranger having his way with her. If her Mistress had sanctioned this, she knew she was safe. And to have no idea who this man fucking her was, or what he even looked like was so hot. She would worship his cock if he wanted. She had no idea who this was and she didn't care. He was giving her what her two Mistresses had cruelly denied her.

She felt his muscular chest against her swollen tits and he was apparently gripping the upright beam behind her head. With every thrust, she clamped down tightly on his cock and held it until he had withdrawn his cock and was reloading for the next thrust then released it, relaxing until he slammed it in again.

She felt his body tighten and he slammed inside her so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of her.

"TAKE"

"THAT

"FILTHY

"WHORE!" he spat, accenting every powerful thrust he gave her with his words. He slammed each thrust into her with the full weight of his muscular body behind it, his pelvic bone slamming into her clit.

Subconsciously she barely noticed Shelly's moan growing louder, as if about to cum.

He turned his head towards the couch.

"Not before me, bitches!" he yelled.

"Yes Sir," both women said into the other's cunt.

For a few milliseconds, it did register that her Mistress had addressed him as Sir, but by now she was a babbling mess, moaning out non-coherent guttural sounds as she breathed heavy, fighting the ball gag as drool poured from her mouth onto her tits.

She felt him stiffen briefly before grunting out, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

His cock shot a rocket of hot cum deep inside her. He withdrew and slammed into her again, injecting another shot of thick, hot sperm in her pussy.

As she felt him shoot his cum inside her, she lost it and erupted violently. Her body thrashed, pulling and tugging on her restraints as the sweet orgasm consumed her. The man rammed a third thrust into her, burying it and holding it deep in her dripping cunt. His cocked pulsed several times, emptying the last drops inside his cum dumpster. It kept the ripples of Alisa's orgasm flowing through her.

He took Alisa's chin and turned her head to the side. Whispering into her ear, he said, "You're quite a nice piece of meat. Miss Jen never disappoints." Alisa grunted her appreciation and he licked her cheek.

He pulled out of her and straddled her thigh, wiping his cock off on her. Walking past the moaning women, he said, "Carry on, sluts. She served her purpose well." And with that, he left.

Suddenly Shelly screamed out in a loud orgasm, her body thrashing under Mistress Jen's talented tongue. Alisa listened with jealousy as the woman screamed again, her body jerking and twitching. Alisa wasn't jealous that her Mistress was going down on another woman, she was just jealous of the incredible orgasm she just had, as she was ready for another one already.

Apparently Shelly's orgasm was enough to push Miss Jen's orgasm into orbit as well and she likewise screamed out in ecstasy, one orgasm after the other.

After the aftershocks mostly subsided, they immediately raised up to take each other in a deep, tongue probing kiss, both tasting their own pussy in the other's mouth.

Alisa was nearly breaking down, begging desperately in need of another one herself.

Finally the women peeled themselves apart and slipped off the couch, heading towards Alisa. They both looked like a pair of tigers approaching their prey.

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Melinda was licking and sucking Molly's pussy for all she was worth. She had fantasized about tasting her ever since the first time she saw her. At the time, she had never tasted any pussy other than her own, but she loved her taste and had always fantasized that if she could go down on a woman, she would have a constant flow of her sweet honey to savour and it would be glorious. And having eaten her sister's pussy multiple times just the day before, she was already an addict. Even though being with Molly was much different than in her fantasies, the woman's pussy was delicious. She couldn't get enough.

"Ah, yesss little whore. You love that shit don't you, slut," Molly hissed. Without stopping, Melinda whimpered, "Um hm."

"That's it. Be my bitch and eat my pussy!" Molly said. "You know you love it!" Melinda again whimpered her admission.

"So let me set you straight, slut. From now on, you're MY bitch! And you're going to obey my every command. I'll play your sister's little games for now. I have to admit that I do like her style. And damn, that little slut can eat some pussy! But ultimately, I'll own both of you incestrious whores before long!" Molly boasted.

"I'm going to use you anytime I want. And since we're neighbors, it's going to be a lot. Your husband leaves for work at 7 right? So from now on, you'll let yourself in my back door at 8 sharp, in exactly what you're wearing now- your whore outfit. I'll be waiting with spread legs and you will kneel at my feet with your face to the floor and ask for my permission to eat your Mistress' pussy. And you will, bitch. Every morning. But not until you've sucked my toes and licked my feet!" she continued. "You'll do this, or we'll accidentally show Rick our collection of videos of you masturbating and say we filmed you doing this while watching my husband," she threatened.

Melinda listened in horror as she continued to eat her. She couldn't do this and obey her Mistress Alisa, her sister, as she desired. And yet as she listened, she couldn't help becoming even more turned on. Unintentionally she started to eat her pussy even more intently. She was mortified that she accidentally moaned when Molly said, "I can't wait to feel your hungry mouth sucking each of my toes two at a time with that talented little tongue licking in-between them."

Hearing her moan, Molly hissed, "Oh, that turns you on! You filthy whore! Then you're going to love this, cunt. At four o'clock sharp, everyday, you will beg to taste my ass- and your tongue will fuck my dirty hole," she said. "In fact, I want that now!" She quickly turned in the opposite direction and lowered her ass down on Melinda's whimpering face. "Spread my ass and shove that tongue in my asshole, bitch!" she commanded. And Melinda did. She ate her ass out for a good ten minutes until her new owner erupted in orgasm, completely drenching her new slave's tits, tummy and bed sheets.

Then she made her start doing it again. Melinda was finally spreading her owner's cheeks enough to get her face between them and get her tongue a full inch inside her dirty hole until she was ordered to stop and open her mouth wide.

She began to cry as she held her mouth open and Molly began to push until she had deposited a golfball sized ball of home-made ass chocolate into her slut's waiting mouth. Then she turned to watch her, instructing her not to swallow it, but instead she was to hold it in her mouth and play with it with her tongue, swallowing only the juice until it was all gone.

As Melinda obeyed, tears streamed down her face. At first, because she was being made to do this disgusting, vile, vulgar and shameful act. She hated how much she loved it. She hated that being treated this way turned her on. And she hated that she wanted more. It actually tasted good to her and since she was now fully accepting that she truly was a filthy whore, it seemed fitting to be made to do this. She was told to open her dirty mouth to show that it was indeed all gone, and her Mistress said, "That's a good little ass whore. Now clean me up."

Once she had licked her ass squeaky clean, Molly slid off of her. Then she grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked up on her knees. Melinda opened her legs and crossed her arms in the small of her back. She knew that Molly was in charge, at least for now.

Molly took her by her throat and leaned in close. "Don't brush your teeth, dirty bitch. I want you to taste my ass for a few hours," she said. And then spit in her face, right between her eyes."Filthy whore," she said. "But you know that, don't you, bitch?"

Melinda lowered her head and eyes, the spittal running down her face.

"Yes, Mistress" she nearly whispered.

"Yes, what? What are you?" she hissed. "Say it."

"I'm a filthy whore."

"Yes. Yes you are. And you're going to prove it twice a day. At least."

Her eyes roamed up and down her body. "Mmmm mmm mmmm. I can't wait to hold you in place while my husband pushes his ten inch long, three inch thick cock fully in that tight ass," she purred.

Walking out, she turned and said, "Tell your sister that you had some great orgasms and you can't wait to do it again. Tell her, or we'll invite Rick over for a nice little video show," she said. "Eight o'clock sharp in the morning, whore. Don't be late," she said. And walked out.

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Alisa writhed in anticipation as her two Mistresses approached her. Without warning, Mistress Shelly leaned over and sucked one of her throbbing nipples into her mouth, and Miss Jen stepped to the other side of her and sucked the other one into her mouth.

Alisa screamed out in muffled ecstasy. Her head rocked back and forth. The two sucked her tits like they were nursing her.

Mistress Shelly, being her owner for the moment, slid her hands down across her stomach and to her dripping wet pussy. She pushed her middle, ring and pinky fingers deep inside of her and put pressure on her clit with her thumb. She rubbed it- back and forth, up and down, then in circles.

Meanwhile Miss Jen just ran her hand up and down her inner thighs from her knees all the way up until her hand bumped into Shelly's, who was now finger fucking her furiously.

The combined stimulation of both tits being furiously sucked and licked at the same time, and Mistress Shelly's fingering pushed Alisa hard into what she so desperately needed again. And she begged for it in tears.

"Kum? kum? Pwease Pwease, kum? 'kan I 'kum? Pwease!!!!," she begged. It was nearly impossible to make a proper 'C' or 'L' sound with the large ball gag in her mouth. She was going insane. She tried to thrust hips forward but the belts cinching her thighs into the legs of the cross held her firmly.

"I'm begging 'ou! I begging 'ou! Pwease! Pwease! Kum? Kum?"

Mistress Shelly was loving this! And in a moment of mischief not unlike Miss Jen, she broke her suckling long enough to say, "I can't understand you! It's like you have something in your mouth!"

"flpoff" Alisa uttered. They weren't sure what that meant but Mistress Jen busted out laughing. Then she said,"We'd better let her cum before she has a stroke."

Shelly agreed by saying, "Yes! Cum for us slut! Cum! Give it to us- we want to watch!"

No sooner were the words uttered before Alisa exploded in a violent earth shaking orgasm, squealing out animalistic, guttural sounds and non words. Her body shook violently and her juices rainbowed out onto the floor in an impressive stream.

Miss Shelly's eyes went big. "Fuck! Your bitch really cums!" she exclaimed. Miss Jen just caressed her, beaming with pride. "Yes, yes she does," she said adoringly.

Meanwhile, Alisa was still shaking, her head rolling back and forth gently as the aftershooks took her. She didn't hear a word they said.

"Ok, Miss Jen," Shelly began. "You know our deal..." she said.

"I know, I know dear. Thirty minutes, and I'm going to time it!" she said. "I'll wait in the fitting room," she said, and pressed the button, making the wall door open.

While she waited, she started a group text:

"Party at my house, nine o'clock sharp tonight. You don't want to miss this!" she texted.

While she waited for her pet, she fielded several excited questions, but revealed very little, only assuring them that they wouldn't be disappointed.

Alisa was just coming to when she heard her Mistress stepping out of the room and the wall closing. But that was about it, as Mistress Shelly began removing the blind fold and her ball gag.

"I've been so jealous watching Miss Jen kiss you! Now it's my turn, baby girl," she purred. And with that, they were making out.

"Mmmm you're such a good kisser! But I only have a short time to enjoy you, so I have to make it count."

She reached to the table of toys beside Alisa and produced a thick, black dildo and put it to Alisa's lips.

"Open up little cock slut. You may have to lean your head back to take all of this," she said.

Alisa trembled. This thing was extremely thick. She wasn't even sure it would fit in her mouth.

But she opened it and Mistress Shelly proved that she could, although just barely.

"Ah, that's it slut. Take it all," she said as she pushed it firmly in her mouth. It just started down her throat and she could only breathe through her nose. Once her temp Mistress had it in, she picked up a flat piece of leather that had straps on it and covered Alisa's mouth, locking the thick cock in place.

At the table again, she picked up two clover clamps and put them on Alisa's tender nipples. Alisa moaned and whimpered.

"Do you know how these work pet?" she asked, stroking her face. "The more they are pulled, the tighter they clamp. Which makes them great for these," she said, holding up two large lead balls.

"These are ten ounces each. They should give your nipples plenty of attention."

Alisa whimpered and then squealed as she hung one ball from each clamp. The clamps bit into her tender flesh mercilessly. Alisa shook but that just made the weights bounce and the clamps to bite in harder. Tears streamed from her eyes as she whimpered and moaned.

Mistress Shelly stepped up to her. "Oh, I just love that sound!" she said, and then licked up Alisa's cheeks, tasting her tears again. "Mmmmm," she moaned.

Then she picked up a crop and preceded to pepper Alisa's body. She didn't hit her hard, but it was continual and covered pretty much her entire body. Starting at her inner thighs, then all over her legs in general, her tummy and yes, even her nipples who bared the ten ounce weights that pulled her nipples straight down.

Alisa whimpered and cried. Soon her tits were red and then to her horror, her Mistress settled in on her pussy. One stinging slap after another. Alisa was going insane, Her entire body was stinging and now her pussy was being brutally cropped. But despite the stinging snaps, her clit was throbbing, and her pussy was dripping.

"Ah! Now you're ready, little cunt!" she exclaimed. Suddenly the cropping stopped and she knelt down in front of her. She held up a toy.

"Battery powered tooth brush! This thing gives a wonderful frequency to get that cunt off!" she grinned, and stuck it firmly against Alisa's clit.

She shrieked out as her tormented clit received the intense vibrations that immediately forced a powerful orgasm. She yelled out and thrashed. Shelly chuckled as she changed positions and again forced another violent orgasm.

It was too much, too intense. Alisa pushed up on her tippy toes trying to get away from the hideous thing but Shelly just laughed.

"Where do you think you're going, slut?" she laughed. Then forced her to have one more.

Turning it off, Alisa fell limply, the weighted balls swinging gently from side to side now.

"Mmmmm that's so intense, isn't it my pretty little slut?" she teased. Then she licked Alisa's tears from her cheeks yet again.

She removed the dildo from her throat and released the clamps from her aching nipples.

"Now up little slut. I only have ten minutes left and tormenting a hot slut like you really gets my pussy wet! I have one more use for you!"

Mistress Shelly released her ankles and then her wrists. Now free of the cross, she led her to the couch and sat down, guiding Alisa to her knees on the floor, and between her legs.

She patiently waited for Alisa to recover. "I wasn't trying to be mean darling. But Miss Jen wants you to experience everything," she said.

"You good now, darling?" she asked.

"Yes. Shew! That was intense! But yes, I'm good," she answered.

"Good. You didn't think I was going to miss out on you eating my pussy, did you sweetheart? I know Miss Jen trained you. So there's no way I'd miss out on feeling your talented little tongue inside me. I know you're her protégé. I can only imagine what you can do. Show me, love."

Alisa grinned, and showed her just what she could do. By the time she was done, Mistress Shelly could barely get up from the couch. Alisa gave it to her just like she did to Molly, bringing her to three unstoppable orgasms in a row until the pretty little Mistress was completely spent.

But she did manage to get up and leashed Alisa, then led her to Miss Jen.

Removing her leash, Shelly looked at Miss Jen, who was grinning.

"Damn!" she exclaimed. "Honestly, how do you survive her!?" she asked.

Mistress Jen laughed, and clipped her leash back on her collar, claiming her once more.

She turned and waved her hand in the air. "Your bill is paid in full. I'm going back to the couch!" and disappeared behind the wall door.

"Oh, she has to.... rest," Alisa grinned. "I think I ... broke her," she giggled.

Jen laughed hysterically. "Omg, you're so dangerous!"

Alisa grinned. "You trained me, so...."

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They arrived home by four and Miss Jen led her to the bedroom.

"Are you tired sweetheart?" she asked.

"Honestly I'm exhausted," she laughed.

"I'm sure you are, baby," she said. "Get a nap. I'll wake you in a little bit."

Walking to the door, she flipped the light switch and one beside it, and the glass wall turned black, blocking out the bright sunlight. Alisa slept like a baby for two hours.

Three hours later, she found herself in the room her Mistress had skipped the day before. It was a red room much like Miss Shelly's.

She was now in her white corset, the strings in the back cinched up tight but comfortable. It was cut below her tits, exposing them completely and also went just slightly above her hips. The straps were clipped to white lacy stockings and she wore gold high heels with straps that wrapped around her ankles and slightly up her calves.

She straddled a two by six inch board with a rounded top and her legs were held open by a spreader bar. As she straddled the board, her Mistress had cranked it up until it put enough pressure between her legs to make her rise up on her tippy toes. Her collar was leashed to a beam above her and she had black leather cuffs on her wrists, which were clipped behind her back, and her ankles had matching leather cuffs that were attached to the spreader bar.

And there she stood, and waited. But for what, she wasn't sure.

Hearing the door bell, Miss Jen strolled to the door and opened it.

"Ah, there you are!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Right on time as always. Please, come in," she said, opening the door wider. "I have quite a night in store for you!"

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