BRADY BUNCH: PLAYING WITH FRIENDS

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 18 ]

One morning Carol was having coffee with her long time friend Amy Wilson. The Wilsons had been friends of both Carol and Mike for several years. Carol and her family and Mike and his family had often got together with the Wilsons for holidays, birthdays, and vacations. The Wilsons’ four kids, Candice, Jill, Nate, and Randy were about the same ages as the Brady kids.

As they were talking, Amy led the conversation to the topic of money. It was an unusual topic for the two of them, so Carol was surprised. She thought perhaps her friend was having some money problems with trying to raise four kids. She listened attentively, and was even more surprised when Amy broke down into tears. “Oh, Carol,” she said between sobs. “Have ever done anything that you really regret, but you can’t undo? You can never make right again?”

Not answering, Carol wanted to get to the heart of her friend’s sudden change. “What are you talking about, Amy? What’s happened?” The sympathy in her voice was genuine as she worried about Amy’s attitude.

It took a while to get the story straight, but eventually Carol understood. Amy and her husband, Van, ran their own business. Yet, they’d never paid any income taxes. At first it had seemed to them the smart thing to do. They had more money and no worry about how much the government would take from them each year. But as the years went by, it became apparent to them that they might one day get caught. Now after 20 years of marriage, Van had recently taken the time to figure out what that meant and the answer was an astonishing figure of over $1 million dollars in back taxes, interest and penalties. Not to mention the jail time.

“We can’t turn ourselves in,” said Amy. “We’ll lose everything, including the kids. But both Van and I feel so guilty that we can hardly stand it. I wish there was some penance we could do, some way to absolve our guilt without losing everything.”

Up until that moment, Carol had never considered Amy as a possible sex partner or slave, but now she looked at her friend in a different light. Amy was an attractive woman who still managed to look good in a bikini, as Carol had noticed when they’d vacationed at the beach. Now Carol ran her eyes down the legs of her friend, mentally stripping the woman five years her senior. She looked at the small tits that were nearly hidden under the bulky flannel shirt Amy wore and imagined making Amy stretch to reach and lick her own tits.

Amy was still talking, but Carol was no longer listening as she looked at Amy’s face framed by long blond hair. Her freckled face and petite form made her look younger than she was. Amy had full lips that Carol imagined pressing against her own lips. Perhaps being a good pussy licker would be a good starting point for Amy’s penance that she longed for.

As Carol tuned back into Amy’s words, she heard Amy still bemoaning her dangerous situation. “It was a stupid thing to do. Now, I don’t think I can ever live in peace with myself again.”

“Maybe you just need a good spanking,” said Carol. Her tone was light, but that was exactly what she wanted to give her friend right now.

“Yeah,” agreed Amy, not really believing her friend was serious. “Just like daddy used to do. A spanking, then some time in my room to sit and think, and then everything was all better. Life was so simple then.”

Carol stood and opened a kitchen drawer, pulling out a wooden spoon. “I could use this on your behind and then you’d feel better.” At Amy’s skeptical look, Carol said, “Come on, it can’t hurt to try.” Dropping her light tone, Carol continued, “You’ve been a naughty girl and you’re going to get spanked for it.”

Amy laughed, “Do you really think it would help?”

“Did you ask your daddy if it would help?” responded Carol. “No, you just took the spanking because you knew you deserved it like you do now. I’m not asking, I’m telling you, a naughty girl who cheats on her taxes deserves a spanking. Now pull down your pants!”

Amy just sat still, her head spinning at the command her friend has just given her. But, it made sense. She did deserve it. She deserved worse than this, but maybe a spanking would make her feel like she’d made some payment for her crime.

But, Carol wasn’t being patient with Amy’s indecision. The naughty girl still didn’t seem to understand that the decision had already been made and she was just getting into more trouble by delaying. Carol moved closer to Amy and said, “You’re a really bad girl who didn’t do what I told her to do. Now I don’t want just your pants down, I want all your clothes off. You need to be punished for being a cheater, and you need to be embarrassed like you would be if your picture was on the front page of the newspaper as a tax cheater. I’m doing this for your own good. Now, strip!” She pulled Amy to her feet.

Amy responded to the authority in Carol’s voice. Yes, she thought to herself, this is what I deserve. Her fingers went to the buttons of the flannel shirt, undoing them from top to bottom. She imagined herself naked in front of Carol and felt a flush of embarrassment already. They were both women, so she wasn’t embarrassed in a sexual way, but just the idea of showing parts of her body that only her husband had seen was embarrassing. As the flannel shirt spread open, it revealed a pink tank top underneath. The naughty girl continued, pulling off the flannel shirt, then pulling the tank top up and over her head. That left her still with her bra on, concealing her breasts for now.

Next Amy unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs. As she watched Amy step out of her jeans, Carol was reminded of the times she’d seen the woman in a bikini. She’d seen this much of Amy before, but being in her underwear was more erotic. She gazed at the shapely woman for several seconds before she realized Amy had stopped. “You are really trying my patience,” said Carol. “I didn’t say strip to your bra and panties. I said strip. Now get it all off. And I’m going to have to think of something else to punish your slow response.”

Amy had understood the command, but was hoping for a reprieve. When that was not forthcoming, she reached behind herself and unsnapped the bra. A feeling of shame swept over her as she bared her C-cup breasts to Carol. But, she knew she deserved this. Finally, she pulled down her panties, revealing the triangle of pussy hair covering her most private parts. She looked at Carol, her body flush with embarrassment, waiting for the next command.

“So, how does this feel, naughty girl,” asked Carol. “How does it feel to show off your tits and pussy and ass to me? Maybe you’d like to stand in front of a window, my little cheater.”

“N-n-no,” said Amy. “It feels terrible enough to be naked right here. Are you going to spank me now?”

“Not right away,” said Carol. “You see, being embarrassed is part of your punishment, too. How would you feel if I asked you to squat down and pee in your coffee cup right now?”

“Oh, god, Carol, no, I couldn’t,” said Amy. “Please just spank me.”

“OK,” said Carol. “I want you to turn around and show me your ass, then turn back to face me.” She watched with lust as her friend turned halfway around. Amy looked over her shoulder at Carol, watching for a sign to turn the rest of the way. Finally Carol motioned to her and Amy turned to face her tormentor again. “Shake your tits, naughty girl. Make them bounce. Do you bounce them for Van?”

“Sometimes,” said Amy, even more embarrassed by the admission. She shook her chest slightly, then more vigorously as Carol showed her disappointment.

“How does it feel to know that I’m bisexual, Amy? To know that you’re turning me on?”

Amy turned even redder at that question. “You’re kidding me. Aren’t you?”

“Lick your nipples, Amy. Make them hard for me.”

The older woman took her left breast in her hand and lifted it up to her mouth, tonguing the silver dollar sized nipple to erection. Her eyes never left Carol’s eyes and she knew that Carol wasn’t kidding. But, she also knew that she deserved everything that Carol would do to her. Without further command, Amy licked her right nipple as well. She presented her engorged nipples to her tormentor, afraid to do anything else.

“Do you ever play with yourself, naughty girl?” asked Carol. “Do you diddle yourself off? Do you stroke your pussy until you’re screaming in orgasm?”

“Yes,” said Amy, her voice almost inaudible.

“Do you have a vibrator?”

“Yes,” again barely audible.

“Well, you don’t get to use it this morning. I want you to finger yourself while I watch, you little cheater. I want to hear you scream in orgasm just for me. I want you to perform your most private sex show for an audience,” said Carol.

Amy started shaking from fear, just like she had when her daddy had punished her. But, her hand went to her pussy and she started stroking it. She thought it would be hard to get herself aroused under the pressure of having Carol watch, but the fear and the taste of the forbidden aroused her quickly. In minutes she found it difficult to stand as her knees became weak, so she laid down on the carpet. With her legs spread wide, Amy was moaning in ecstasy, nearly oblivious to the audience of one.

Yet, Carol didn’t want her victim to be oblivious. She knelt down next to Amy and said, “Come for me, Amy. Work your fingers in your wet cunt. I want to hear you scream with pleasure. I want you to show me just how much fun you can have by yourself. I want you to know just how much you’re going to pay for cheating.”

Being reminded that she had an audience didn’t slow Amy down. Her hand was pumping furiously in her cunt as she screamed, “I’m cumming … I’m … oooooooo … eeeeeeeeee … fuck, yes. I’m a bad girl. Ooooooo, yes. Everybody … everybody is … watching me cum. Oooooo, I deserve this. I’m so … ooooooo … bad.” With a final scream, Amy went over the edge, cumming hard while her friend inhaled the wonderful aroma of cunt juices.

Carol rolled the exhausted woman over and used the wooden spoon on the unprotected ass. “Owww, ooo, owww,” yelled Amy as the paddle struck her ass again and again. Finally satisfied that Amy had enough spanking, Carol stopped. Amy was panting from pain and exertion, yet she managed to say, “Thank you, Carol. I feel better.”

“Just one more thing,” said Carol as she dropped her own pants. Amy rolled over onto her back just in time to see Carol’s pussy up close as it settled down onto her face. “Eat me,” said Carol. “Use your tongue to make me cum.”

Disgusted as she was at that request, Amy found herself with little choice. This final indignity was obviously part of her punishment as well. It was something she’d never done before, but she knew what a woman wanted. Though Carol was very aroused, Amy’s novice tongue took a few minutes before Carol was screaming. “That’s it, baby … yes, yes, tongue fuck me, naughty girl.” Her fingers slipped into Amy’s hair, pulling the new lesbian tighter to her cunt. “Eat me, Amy. Make me cum. Ooooo, yes, that’s my girl.”

From her position, Amy felt herself being pulled into Carol’s cunt. She looked up at the panting woman, watching her breasts rise and fall under her shirt. She wished Carol had taken off the shirt, but knew it wasn’t her place to ask for anything. Her hands were on the smooth ass of her friend, as she ate like she was starving. She felt terrible to be licking pussy, but in a way it made her feel better. As Carol screamed in orgasm, Amy drank Carol’s juices.

Satisfied that her friend had been punished enough for one day, Carol told her. “I want you at my house tomorrow at 8 am. You need some more punishment. And don’t even think about being late. If I have to come looking for you, it’ll just be worse for you.”

That evening Carol told her brother what she’d learned and what had happened. Together they made plans for the next day. As part of the plan, Mike called Van. “Van, I just heard that you’ve been cheating on your taxes.” Ignoring the vain protests from the other end, he continued. “That’s a very serious matter and one I think we need to discuss. I want you to take tomorrow off and be at my house at 10 am tomorrow. Don’t tell anyone, not even Amy, and don’t even think about not coming. Just remember that the IRS pays a big reward to someone who turns in a tax evader, so do as you’re told. 10 am tomorrow, don’t tell anyone, don’t be late, and don’t call me back.” He hung up the phone.

Van sat in shock at the tone of his friend’s words. There was a definite threat of blackmail in the phone call. He wanted to ask Amy if she had told Mike or Carol, but the directions were specific. He couldn’t talk to anyone. He could only wonder what Mike was up to. It was a sleepless night for him.

The next morning, Van told Amy that he was going in to work late. He hated to lie to her, but he couldn’t tell her what was really happening. Amy told Van that she was going shopping early and didn’t know when she would be back. She slipped out of the house at 7:45 and drove to the Brady house, wondering what Carol had in store for her.

When she arrived, she was surprised to see that Mike was still there. She wondered how long she’d have to wait until Mike left and her punishment began, but the answer was not what she expected. After a few seconds of silence, Mike said, “Good morning, how’s our little tax cheater?” The words chilled her to the core as she realized that Mike was going to participate in her punishment.

Amy looked to Carol for help, “Carol, please. I don’t want …” Her voice trailed off as she saw the smile on her friend’s face. “What are you going to do?” she asked Mike.

“Well, you’re facing a $1 million price tag and 10 years in jail. We’re going to make you work that off.” He let the words sink in, then said, “Follow me downstairs.”

Amy let Mike lead her down to the basement where she saw devices she’d only heard of before. Her heart sank as she realized just how she was going to pay. “Put out your hands,” said her master. He put leather cuffs around her wrists. Then he attached ropes to the clips on the straps and hauled her arms into the air. Her weight was still on the ground as Mike put a spreader bar on her ankles, spreading her legs three feet apart. Then he raised her until her feet were barely touching the ground. As a finishing touch he put a ball gag into her mouth.

The captive could only squirm and moan into her gag when Mike picked up a long knife. She shook with fear as he approached her, suddenly convinced that her friend might cut her. Instead, he stepped behind her and she felt her shirt being cut all the way down her back. When Mike stepped around in front of her, he ripped open the shirt, scattering buttons. Briefly Amy wondered how she could wear her tattered shirt home, then she realized she had more immediate concerns. Mike cut the sleeves from her arms, leaving her only in a black bra above the waist.

“I think the life of a sex slave is your punishment for cheating on your taxes,” said Mike. “I think you’re going to perform sex acts that you have only dreamed of in your nightmares. And, I think you’re going to scream in pain whenever I want you to scream.” Behind him, Carol added, “And whenever I want, too.”

Amy’s eyes were wide, pleading for it not to be true. She chewed on the gag, trying to beg him to stop. She could only watch as the razor sharp knife slipped into the waistband of her pants and parted the material, then slid down the length of the leg. A second cut freed her other leg and her pants fell away to reveal black panties. Against her pale freckled skin the black underwear gave her a very sexy look, one that she had purposely prepared for her mistress. Now, she felt even more exposed than yesterday with two people watching her, including a man she knew was going to rape her before too long.

“Just remember, cheater, that you get to keep your kids, your house, your business, and your reputation. All you lose is your freedom whenever you’re around us.” He slipped the knife between her tits, positioned to cut her bra off. “Isn’t that worth it?” She nodded, hesitantly. “Do you want me to cut your bra off?” The hesitation was longer as she searched his eyes for the right answer. Then she nodded. “That’s my good little bitch slave,” said Mike as he parted her bra effortlessly. He cut the straps on her shoulders and pulled the garment entirely away. “What’s next?” he asked. Her words were lost in the gag, but she looked at her panties, then the knife, then her master. “You want your panties off?” he taunted her. Again she nodded. With two quick cuts, her panties were shredded on the floor and the helpless slave hung nude.

“Show me how much my bitch slave likes being naked for us,” said Mike. Inside Amy was screaming, no, no, I don’t like it. For several seconds she resisted his request, but realized sooner or later she would be doing just what he wanted. She shook her tits, like yesterday, first gently, then wildly, letting her master enjoy the view of her nudity. Then she boldly thrust her pelvis forward and back, humping the air in front of her.

Carol slipped out of her clothes entirely, letting the slave see what she’d missed the day before. Mike slowly undressed in front of Amy, letting her know what was coming. But, when he was down to his underwear, he walked behind her. Removing his underwear out of her sight, he tossed them over her so she would know that he was naked behind her. “May I touch your lovely tits, slave?” he asked. She nodded. “Do you want me to fondle your lovely, smooth, and very personal mounds?” he asked. She nodded again. “Do you want me to feel you up and lick your tits?” Again a nod. “Do you want Carol to fondle them and suck your nipples so they get hard as little bullets?” Totally humiliated, the slave nodded.

Mike reached around the slave and put his hands firmly on her tits, squeezing them hard. Behind her she could feel his hard cock pressing against the crack of her ass. His hands went under her tits, holding them up as Carol bent to take each nipple in her mouth.

In the slave’s ear, Mike whispered, “Are you ready to be fucked, slave?” She moaned in fear, but slowly nodded her head. “Do you want me to rape your pussy?” His cock was throbbing against her ass and she was very aware of its size. She nodded. “Do you want me to stick my big hard cock in your pussy and fill you full of cum?” Almost before she nodded, she felt his cock slip between her legs and drive into her pussy. She moaned in pain as the big cock spread her tight, dry pussy. She was filled with a big cock that she still had not seen, taken from behind by her master.

Carol knelt in front of the slave, licking the intersection of cock and pussy. Her talented tongue focused on Mike’s cock, but found the slave’s pussy just enough to tease her. Mike’s cock slid in and out of the tight pussy, feeling it gradually lubricate as he stroked. “Do you like being raped?” he asked the slave. She lied and nodded. “Can I invite my friends over to rape you, too?” Amy jumped at that suggestion, shaking her head vigorously no. He continued pumping as he said, “Oh, well, I don’t need my slave’s permission to gang rape her. Do I?” Defeated, she shook her head no, he didn’t need her permission.

Amy could look down and see Carol tonguing her pussy. It was a strange and wonderful feeling – her husband had never gone down on her, though she had sucked his cock on occasion. As she watched her friend and mistress tongue her, Amy felt Mike pick up his pace. It was a totally unreal situation as one friend licked her pussy and another raped her from behind. Two days before she would never have guessed this might happen, but deep inside, she knew she deserved what she was getting. Her body tingled as Mike’s hands squeezed her tits hard and his cock pounded her pussy, a pussy that hadn’t been shared with another man in 20 years. When Mike tensed and shot his load into her pussy, it was too soon. She wanted to cum, too, but both Mike and Carol stopped, leaving her unfulfilled.

Mike untied the spreader on Amy’s feet, then tied her feet together. He lowered the ropes that held her arms, allowing her to put her weight back on her feet. After he pushed her to the floor, he tied the ropes to her ankle straps and hauled her into the air again, this time upside down. Amy felt herself being pulled up until her head was nearly four feet in the air. “Don’t want the cum to leak out yet,” said Mike. Then, he undid the gag in the slave’s mouth.

Amy started gasping for air and found herself with nothing to say. She knew that no pleading would help her and questions were simply not allowed. She waited as her master and mistress let her hang for a few minutes. Despite Mike’s earlier warnings, the new slave was surprised when Mike took a leather strap from the wall and snapped it like a whip. “Do you want a spanking, cheating bitch?” he asked.

“Ummm, uh, yes, OK,” said Amy, nodding her head for emphasis.

“Say ‘Yes master’ or ‘Yes mistress’” said Carol.

“Yes, master.”

“Do you want me to take this leather strap to your bare ass?”

“Uh, yes, master.”

“Do you want to scream for your master and mistress?”

“No, master,” said the slave. “But, I will scream if you want me to.”

“Will you eat my sister’s pussy while I watch?”

“Yes, master.”

“Will you make my sister have a screaming orgasm with nothing but your tongue?”

“Yes, mmmphf,” said Amy as Carol push her cunt into the slave’s face. Her second time eating pussy was better than the first. She went straight for Carol’s clit, working it with her tongue. Knowing that Carol was already aroused, she expected to make her mistress cum quickly. Mike had other ideas. As Carol approached her orgasm, he whipped the leather strap across Amy’s unprotected ass. In shock, she screamed, “Eeeeeeee, owwwwwwwww.” As she tried to resume licking, he struck again. “Owww,” she screamed as a second red mark appeared on her ass.

Carol looked at her brother with narrowed eyes, knowing just what he was doing. He was going to force Amy to tease her mistress, building up the power of her eventual orgasm. Temporarily robbed, Carol pushed her pussy back into her slave’s face and felt the novice tongue find her clit again. It would be at least a minute before she was near an orgasm again. Carol moaned, “Yes, slave bitch, that’s the spot. I’m going to cum on your tongue. Mike is watching you eat pussy, my pussy.” Her breathing increased, then Carol heard the slap of leather. “Eeeeeeee, aaaaaaaaa,” screamed the slave. Confused, Amy tried to find Carol’s clit again. Was she doing something wrong? “Eeeeeeeeee, oowwww,” she screamed again as Mike whipped her helpless ass. “I’m sorry, mistress,” whined Amy. “I’m trying to eat you, but … eeeeeeeeeee, aaaaaaaa.”

Once again Carol guided the slave’s face to her hot pussy. Tears were running down (up?) Amy’s forehead as she relocated the clit and licked furiously. She felt Mike’s hands on her tits, and his cock pressed against her bare neck. Then it was gone. From her position she saw Mike’s feet appear behind Carol’s feet, unaware that he was now fondling his sister. Abruptly Mike slipped his cock between Carol’s legs, running up the slit of her pussy so the slave was now tonguing a hard cock. Amy tried to dodge the cock, but was unsuccessful. When he withdrew, Carol was once again backed down from her orgasm and Amy had to work hard to get her back up. Then, Carol was nearly there, ready to explode as she saw the leather strap fly again. “Eeeeeeeeeee,” screamed Amy. “Please, master, let me eat my mistress.” She heard the strap whistle again. Smack! “Eeeeeeeeeeeee”.

Carol gave her brother a stern look. Enough fooling around, it told him. She was so horny that she could hardly stand it. Amy was allowed to start licking again. She wondered if her tired tongue would ever be allowed to make her mistress cum, but she knew she had to keep trying. She saw her master’s feet again behind her mistress as he fondled his sister’s tits, helping her reach orgasm this time. In just seconds, Carol screamed, “Yes, I’m cumming, Amy. Eat me, Amy. Show Mike how good you lick pussy. Oooooooo, yes, tongue fuck me, slave bitch. Oh, god, Mike, watch her make me cum.” Carol’s orgasm lasted for several seconds as Amy frantically licked her mistress’ juices.

As Carol wound down, Mike lowered their slave to the ground and completely untied her. He set up the video camera on a tripod and the two of them coached her on what she was to say and do for the camera. “We want you to tell Van what we’ve done to you. We want you to tell him that he has to cooperate, too, or else. His punishment will be to join you as a sex slave. So, just stand there for the camera with all your nakedness and follow the script.” Once Amy got over the shock of her husband joining them as another slave, she agreed to cooperate.

They gave her several minutes to review the script, then turned the camera on. Following the script, Amy said, “Hi, honey, I know this will surprise you, but it’s true. I’m telling you while I’m naked so that you will see how serious this is. The family is in a lot of trouble, but we can keep the family together and out of trouble if you cooperate. So, baby, I want you to take off your clothes, too. I’ve already done it, so you know how important this is to me. And do whatever the Bradys tell you to do. You have to do it, or we’ll lose everything. Honey, please, don’t ask questions, just strip, then you can come see me and we’ll do what has to be done.”

While that was the gist of what the Bradys wanted to get on tape, it went on longer, just in case Van needed more convincing. She talked about losing their money, home, kids, and everything else. She told him just how bad they had been and how this was an easy way to pay back without facing the real consequences. Though the words were given to her, she said them with all her heart because she believed what she said was true.

They finished just in time for Mike to meet Van at the front door. Carol fixed up Amy just the way a slave ought to be. She handed a harness to the slave and helped her put it on her head. When the bit slipped into place between the pony girl’s teeth, Carol fastened and locked the catch behind Amy’s head. She put the harness on the pony girl’s naked body, stretching the leather straps across her torso and between her legs. Carol pushed the slave to her knees and attached blinders to the headgear. Now the slave could only see the wall she was facing, with the door from upstairs unseen on her left. Carol completed the picture by cuffing the pony girl’s hands behind her.

Upstairs, Mike was handling Van. The future slave had wisely put his anger aside when he came over. He knew that he didn’t have the trump card in this deal and needed to hear what his friend would say first. Mike explained everything that he knew about the Wilsons’ tax evasion, which was everything since Amy had spilled the beans to Mike and Carol. When he finished with, “We don’t want money,” Van gave a sigh of relief, then asked, “What do you want.”

“Carol and I just want you and Amy to be our sex slaves,” said Mike. “Once a week you come over and we play sex games where you do anything we tell you to do. We want to expand our relationship.”

“No way,” said Van. “That’s sick. Not only won’t I do it, I’m sure I couldn’t talk Amy into it either.”

Mike held back the tape for now and the two launched into an argument along the same lines that Carol and Amy had the day before. But, Mike threw in the threat, “If you don’t, there’s nothing stopping me from reporting you to the IRS. And I have a lot of incentive. So, I’d suggest you cooperate.”

In the end, Van played his only trump card, “OK, let’s say I agree. You’ll still never convince Amy to do it. She’s too uptight about sex.” Mike was now trying to sell Van on being a sex slave, so he saw Van’s agreement as simply a stalling tactic. Then only way to convince Van was to let him know that Amy agreed that sex slave was the way to go. Mike pushed the play button on the VCR. He knew the tape would break down Van’s last argument.

Van was numb as he listened to his wife of 20 years beg him to join her as a sex slave. She’d already given in and he’d never known. But, now she was somewhere in the house, naked and waiting for him. Waiting for him to strip and surrender to Mike and Carol. He asked, “What are you going to do to us?”

It was a question from a defeated man. There was no question of if he was going to give in, Mike realized. The only question he had was what would be done now that he’d agreed. Mike’s answer was enigmatically simple. “What ever we want, slave. Now, strip.” And how could Van know that soon he’d be sucking his friend’s cock. He’d never had any indication that Mike was bisexual. So, he did as he was told, expecting to be Carol’s toy for the day.

Mike cuffed and gagged Van and led him downstairs. As he came through the door, the new slave couldn’t believe his eyes. His wife knelt, naked and harnessed at the foot of the stairs. She was already sweaty, so he imagined Mike had already used her. He knew she was a lovely woman, but the sight of her in just leather straps made his cock hard. He gazed at her for a moment, knowing he would soon be in a similar situation, then felt himself pushed into the room.

Carol was also there, dressed in black leather like a mistress should be. In her hand she carried a riding crop. “Well, well, it looks like your pleas worked, Amy. You just kneel there and keep looking at the wall. I’m only going to let you imagine what Van looks like stripped and cuffed. But, I’ll tell you, he’s got a hard on for our little pony girl.” Amy didn’t move a muscle as she was taunted, but as Carol has just finished teaching her, at the mention of pony girl, she whinnied.

Carol took Van aside and put his headgear and harness on. At his crotch was a leather pouch that she stuffed his deflated cock and balls into. The pouch was very restraining and he figured it would be quite painful if he got a hard on now.

Mike knelt in front of Amy and fondled her tits. He looked over at Van who could only watch as his master took liberties with his wife. Leaning close he whispered to Amy, “What would you like Van to do first?” She couldn’t reply through the bit. “Would you like to see him fuck your mistress?” Amy flinched, but nodded. “Would you like him to fuck you while we watch? Fuck you like a pony?” Amy nodded, more vigorously. Somehow that seemed less embarrassing than watching her husband fuck another woman. “Or would you like to watch him do to me what you did to Carol?” Amy’s brow furrowed as she considered that, then she realized what that meant. No, she shook her head, no, don’t make him do that. I don’t want to watch that. “But you know a slave doesn’t get a choice, don’t you?” Slowly she nodded, not believing Mike would really do what he’d mentioned.

Van had heard nothing of the exchange between Mike and Amy. Instead he was listening to Carol, “Do you want to fuck me, slave?” she asked. He didn’t know the right answer, so he replied honestly, with a nod. “You think you’ll ever be good enough to fuck your mistress?” The slave hung his head, shaking it to say no, he knew a tease when he heard it and he wouldn’t get to fuck Carol. “You want to watch Mike fuck Amy?” she asked. Again he shook his head no. “He’s done it once today already.” Carol was amused that Van’s shoulders sank as he heard this news. She turned his head to look at Amy and Mike. “Hey, slave bitch, do you want your master to fuck you … again?” Van watched as his wife’s head bobbed up and down enthusiastically.

But Mike whispered to her. “He’s going to suck my cock instead, isn’t he?” Again she nodded, but without enthusiasm. Carol led Van over and positioned him on his knees in front of Amy, in profile view. For the first time she saw him arrayed as a pony boy, but without blinders. When he turned to look at her, a pained look shot across his face as his cock rose in its cramped quarters. He looked away. Mike removed the bit from the pony boy’s mouth and replaced it with a stretcher that spread the man’s mouth wide open.

Mike stepped behind his pony boy and started stripping. Carol turned Amy’s head so she could watch her master strip and know what was coming next. Only Van was still oblivious to the events unfolding. When Mike was naked, he stroked his cock to hardness looking from pony boy to pony girl. Both looked inviting. When he stepped around in front of Van, the pony boy knew that his wife was about to be fucked right in front of him. He watched his master’s cock and was surprised by how close it came to his face. Mike asked him, “Do you want me to fuck your wife?” The slave shook his head no. “Alright then, only one thing left to do with a hard cock.” He pressed it against his slave’s face, enjoying the reaction he got from the man. “Amy licked Carol’s pussy this morning. It was her first ever pussy. Now it’s time for you to get your first ever cock.” With that he slid his eight inches down his slave’s vulnerable throat.

The cocksucking slave sputtered and gagged, but couldn’t rid himself of the intruder deep down his throat. It was even worse as the cock slowly withdrew, then drove deep again. “Cheating slave,” said Mike. “Cheating pony boy getting what he deserves.” He stroked again. “Sucking a cock right in front of your wife. We’ll let you watch her eat pussy later. She does it without her mouth pried wide open. She loves it.” He picked up the pace, sliding his cock in and out of the virgin mouth. “You’ll learn to cooperate, though, my well hung slave. You’ll learn the taste of cum in your mouth.”

Mike looked to his right at the pony girl. “Pretty little pony girl watching her pony boy go down on a man for his first time. Are you enjoying yourself?” No, her head said as tears ran down her cheeks. “Would you like to suck my cock instead?” She nodded. He stepped back from Van and in front of Amy. Undoing her bit, he said, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to suck your cock,” she said, not knowing that those words hurt her husband even more. With her mouth open, she took her master’s cock as he slowly pushed it deep. It was deeper than she’d ever taken her husband, but she could do nothing about it. “Wow, she’s good,” said Mike. Still, that wasn’t the point. He stepped back in front of Van and fed him cock again. To his right he heard, “Please, master, let me suck your cock instead.” Then Carol snapped her bit back in place.

Mike stroked in and out of the uncooperative throat, enjoying the feeling of power that came from making his slave do his bidding. As he felt his orgasm approach he pulled his cock out so that only the head was in Van’s mouth. Jerking off, he made sure his cum went directly on his slave’s tongue. The slimy white goo sprayed inside Van’s mouth where he could do little but taste and swallow.

“Now, pony boy, show us your stuff,” said Carol. She replace his bit and led him behind the pony girl. His head was pushed down to her pussy. “Smell pony girl’s pussy. Lick it, taste it.” Abruptly, Amy felt the riding crop whip across her ass. She screamed, then remembered her training and whinnied. Van tried in vain to reach the pussy in front of him, but it was too far from his mouth. He could only smell her aroma. His cock got hard and he moaned in pain as it expanded in the confining pouch. It felt like it was breaking as it strained against the immovable walls of the pouch.

Mike snapped the leather whip across Van’s ass, hearing the grunt of pain. Again he whipped him, “Get on her, pony boy, show us how you fuck your wife.” Van struggled against Carol’s weight holding him down. Smack! His ass was on fire as Mike continued to whip it and his cock hurt as it tried unsuccessful to expand. Finally, he felt the pouch being undone and the whipping had stopped. He looked forward and saw Carol was now standing in front of Amy. So, it was his master’s hand that freed his cock and balls, then caressed them. He was eased forward and his cock guided into the pony girl’s waiting pussy.

“Fuck her, pony boy. Show us how a stud fucks his wife.” Their hands bound, the slaves only contact was cock and pussy. Van was hot for his bound wife and took no mercy on her, raping her while Mike and Carol watched. When he looked forward he saw pony girl’s face pressed into Carol’s crotch. The mistress was still wearing her panties, but Amy was doing her best to bypass the panties and make her mistress cum.

Van was so hot, that in seconds he was cumming inside his wife’s cunt. He shuddered as he squeezed out the last drop of cum, then collapsed. “Good boy,” said Mike. “Fucked her right there and didn’t even let her cum. What a horny bastard.”

The two slaves had their harnesses removed and were hung by their hands. After each had received ten lashes just for sport, Mike gave them new instructions. “We want you both to go home and get another set of clothes. Amy has nothing to wear, so we won’t let you have clothes either Van. You’ll go home naked, fill a suitcase, and come back naked. You’ve got 30 minutes. Any delays will cost you later. Remember, this isn’t as bad as what the IRS would do to you.”

When the two were taken down, Mike and Carol took them upstairs and showed them the door. With just car keys in hand, Van ran out naked and unlocked his car. Amy ran out next, her tits bouncing as she ran. Safely in the car, Van backed the car down the driveway and left Mike and Carol triumphantly laughing. They knew the two would be back on time.

The two new slaves drove home in stunned silence. Van was embarrassed that he’d just sucked a cock and then virtually raped his wife. He could find no words to express his guilt and horror. Amy was likewise embarrassed at her pony girl appearance during the entire episode. She felt she’d betrayed her husband, talking him into slavery and then performing for Mike and Carol. Naked in their car, the two hoped no one would notice. But, they had a small car. Pickups, vans, and big trucks all gave their drivers the opportunity to peer down at the two. When they arrived home, at least they had a garage to park in.

The two quickly gathered clothes. After the suitcase was packed, Amy wondered aloud, “What are they doing to us?”

Van answered quickly, “They’re fucking us. They’re taking advantage of our situation and we’re getting fucked.”

“Well, at least not literally for you,” snapped Amy. “He’s fucked me and you’ve fucked me and now we’re going back.”

“You forget,” replied Van with equal animosity, “I just got fucked in the mouth for God’s sake.”

The two returned to the garage still arguing, but without a thought about resisting their new master and mistress. Dutifully, they pulled out of the garage, still nude, and drove back to the Bradys’ house. “How did he find out?” demanded Van. “Did you tell him?”

Amy broke down in tears as she admitted that she’d told Carol. She’d been hoping for some sympathy from her friend yesterday, but gotten nothing but abuse. Sobbing, she told Van about the day before. As they pulled up to the Bradys’ house, Van said, “Well, you’re right about one thing. We’re getting our just desserts now and there’s not a fucking thing we can do about it. When we’re in their house, we’ll just smile and do whatever they want.” With that he glanced around. Seeing no one, he opened the car door and sprinted for the Bradys’ front door. Amy followed right behind.

After they rang the doorbell, they heard Mike’s voice. “Amy, I’m going to open this door in five seconds. When I do, I want to see you kneeling in front of Van with his hard cock in your mouth.” Amy gave her husband a nervous smile, then quickly knelt. With a nervous glance toward the street, she took Van’s growing cock into her mouth. As the door opened, a car passed by and the two could only wonder if they’d been seen.

Once back inside, Van confronted Mike, “What the hell are you doing? We thought you were our friends.”

“And we are, slave,” said Mike, “when we’re outside of this house. In here, you’re slaves. What can I say, Carol and I have become addicted to sex and you’re going to help us.”

“But how can you … fuck, you mean you’re fucking your own sister?” When Mike nodded, Van continued, “You’ve got six kids between you. How do you find time for a sex addiction?”

“Good question,” said Mike. “We’ve got a good system for having sex despite six kids. If you’re good, and I know you will be, we’ll show you how you can have wild sex any time even with four kids around the house.” The real answer was beyond the imagination of Amy and Van, that soon they’d be having wild sex with their own kids. “Enough,” said the master. He cuffed Van while Carol cuffed Amy and the two were led back downstairs again. As they went to the playroom, Mike thought about the Wilsons’ four kids. Candice (Candy) was 16-years-old and a beautiful blond like her mother. She was a mystery to Mike, as the once innocent young girl had changed into a rebellious teen. Jill was 12-years-old. From their last get-together, Mike knew the little brunette had a cute little body. Her short hair framed her precious, little girl face nicely, making her a prime cocksucker. Nate, their 10-year-old boy, was best buddies with Bobby and had a cute ass in his bathing suit. Randy, the youngest at 7-years-old, was an innocent young boy who doted on the older Brady boys.

The first order of business was to uncuff the slaves and allow them to get dressed. With some modicum of dignity restored, the slaves did not realize that there was only one purpose for allowing a slave to dress. And that purpose was to make them strip all over again. So, Mike turned to Amy and said, “Now, my slave bitch, I want you to strip again. But, this time, for the camera so we have something to remember this day by. With the camcorder rolling and Mike taking pictures with his digital camera, Amy did as she was told.

Carol stood behind Van, whispering in his ear as they watched his wife strip for her master. “Look at her strip for him,” she taunted. “She didn’t even have to be told twice. What a good slave she is. Now, imagine that once we have this on tape, Mike can watch her strip over and over, jerking off as your wife strips for him.” She watched him closely to see if he would be a rebellious or cooperative, defeated slave. She was surprised that he took her taunting stoically. Wow, she thought, he must really be afraid of the consequences of tax evasion to take this. Then, she wondered just how far she could push this husband and father. “Imagine that maybe I’ll diddle myself off as I watch her strip. Look at her smooth skin, oh, I see she’s wearing pink underwear this time.” Carol’s hands went to her slave’s crotch, massaging his cock to hardness as she continued, “Let’s watch her take off that bra. I bet she doesn’t even hesitate. Oh, yes, she’s so eager to show it all off.” They watched her skin off her panties, then Carol asked, “Should I harness her up so you can ride her again?”

The male slave shook his head. But, Carol drove home the point that Amy already understood, “Well, slave boy, you know that we don’t need your approval to do whatever we want, so when we want you to ride her again, you will. But now, it’s your turn to strip. Go stand in front of the camcorder.” The slave did as was told, not missing the fact that his slave wife was now being fondled by their master off camera.

Watching Van strip, Mike gave Amy the same treatment that Carol had just given Van. “Watch him strip for Carol. You thought he’d only do this for you. I’ll bet when he gets down to it, he’ll have a big hard on for her. We’ll let you watch him fuck her later, and it’ll be the best orgasm he’s had in years. We’ll have him on tape forever. Maybe we’ll share this moment on the Internet with a gay news service.” Amy moaned at the thought of having her lover on display for horny men to watch. “Maybe we’ll share your video with a lesbian news service?” He laughed as she gave him a shocked look. His words roaming her mind bothered her more than his hands roaming her body.

Van found his situation very embarrassing as he took off his shirt and bared his chest. He’d always been true to his wife, but now he was being forced to strip while Carol enjoyed the view. Being naked while a powerful, domineering (and clothed) woman watched was humiliating. As he slipped down his pants, he realized his cock was hard. Was he turned on from watching his wife strip or was he turned on by the admiring gaze from Carol as he bared all? He didn’t know, but wished he wasn’t hard. He hesitated for a moment before peeling off his underwear, but finished the job without being reprimanded and displayed 7 inches of hard cock. Carol turned to Amy with the hard cock in her hand and said, “Look, slave bitch, look what he’s got for me.”

Pushing Amy in front of the camera with her husband, Mike said, “Just one more thing for posterity. Kneel down and suck his cock for the camera.” Almost eagerly, Amy took her husband’s hard cock in her mouth, as if trying to say that this was her cock, not Carol’s. But, it was just a few seconds before Mike pulled her back. “Don’t want him cumming yet,” said Mike. “Now your turn,” he said to Van. “Kneel down and lick her pussy.” It was an unusual task for Van, who’d never eaten his wife’s pussy before. As he did, he got a taste of a sloppy pussy that had been fucked twice already. Disgusted as he was by the mix of pussy juice and semen, Van forced himself to obey. To his relief, he also got just a few seconds of her pussy before he was pulled back.

Mike took charge of Van now and handed him the spreader gag. “Put it back in, cocksucker,” he said. “That’s just in case I want you to suck cock again later.” Shaking from a mixture of humiliation and helpless rage, the slave spread his own mouth wide, leaving himself totally at his master’s mercy. His cock had wilted at the suggestion. Mike was pleased with his slave’s obedience, but there was more training to accomplish. He wanted his slave to feel pain as well as humiliation. He put leather cuffs on Van’s ankles, then attached those cuffs to a heavy ring set in the floor. Similarly, he cuffed his slave’s wrists and fixed them to a ring behind him. The two point restraint made Van squat with half his weight on his hands behind him and half on his feet. It made for a very vulnerable position, with his cock dangling between his chained legs. To add to his discomfort, Mike attached a spreader bar to the slave’s knees, spreading his legs as wide as possible. Not only was the position frightening to the slave who saw himself exposed with no control, it was immediately cramping and painful. Mike stepped back to survey his handiwork and emphasized his slave’s helplessness by taking the man’s balls in his hand and squeezing. Mike licked the man’s open mouth, a kiss only in the sense that tongues touched and saliva was exchanged. To Van it felt more like his mouth had been raped again.

“Now you, bitch slave,” said Carol as Mike turned his attention toward them. She would need Mike’s help for the position they had planned for this poor slave. In full view of her husband, Amy was laid on the floor, then her hands were tied behind her. Carol tied separate ropes to the slave’s ankles, while Mike attached a rope to the cuffs on her wrists. The ropes ran through a pulley on the ceiling and when Mike pulled on the ropes, Amy’s arms stretched painfully into the air and her legs were pulled back far enough that her hands and feet touched. Another pull on the rope and only her tits, tummy, and hips touched the ground. She was hog-tied, her body bowed in the middle, and her arms and legs feeling the strain of the unnatural position.

“Please, it hurts,” whined Amy. They left her ungagged to hear her pleading. Soon it would turn to screaming. Another pull on the rope by Mike and the helpless woman was suspended in the air. “Eeeeeee, aaaaaa, oooooh, god, please,” she screamed. Van tried to say something, but it was unintelligible with his mouth spread. Mike pulled on the rope again, and the nice little package was lifted nearly a foot off the ground. “Eeeeeeeee, aaaaaaaaaaa, pleeeeeeeee-ase.”

Carol removed Van’s gag so he could add his voice to the soundproof room. “What are you doing to her. Let her down. Hasn’t this gone far enough. Let her go, Mike.” Carol and Mike were both taken aback by the breech of protocol. Acting quickly, Carol stroked the distraught man to an erection, then slipped an elastic band around the base of his cock. The blood was trapped in his erection and Van felt his cock throbbing. With her riding crop, his mistress slapped his cock, making it bounce up and down. “Aaaaaa,” he yelled, adding his screams to the bitch slave’s screams.

“One slave shouldn’t object to another slave’s punishment,” said Carol. “It will only bring punishment to you as well.”

She whipped his cock again with the riding crop, “Aaaaa, god, please, mistress, please don’t.” She ignored him and whipped him even harder. “Aaa, oh, god, please, please, mistress, it hurts.”

“Are you going to object to treatment of the screaming bitch slave?” she asked. She waved the whip menacingly close to its target. Behind her, Amy was still screaming non-stop as her arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets.

“Please, mistress, let her down,” he said, answering her question incorrectly. “You said sex slaves. What has this got to do with sex. It’s only pain. Please, stop.”

Carol stepped astride the helpless slave, mounting his face and rubbing her crotch against his chin. She felt the pressure even through her black leather pants. “It’s how we get off, slave. Watching you scream. Watching her scream. We’re both so hot, we’re ready to cum right now.” She pressed her pussy harder against his chin, using it like she might any sex toy and sighed, “Oh, yes, slave boy, get me off. Scream again.”

He didn’t scream, but she had an orgasm just looking into his tortured eyes and pressing her pussy against his chin. “Oh, well, only a little one,” she said of her orgasm. “We’ll have to do better later.”

From their bag of tricks, Mike and Carol produced several short candles. The two slaves wondered what torture was coming next. Amy had screamed so much she was hoarse. Now all she could do was moan and sob. Carol lit a candle and held it over Amy. The slave felt hot wax splatter on her unprotected ass and jumped. Carol put the base of the candle in the hot wax on Amy’s ass and let the cooling wax fix the candle in place. She did the same to Amy’s other ass cheek.

Mike lit two candles and placed them under Van’s ass. Immediately the slave felt the burning pain of the flame as it scorched the hair right off his ass. Tired, stiff, and sore as he was, Van pushed himself into the air moving his ass up away from the flame. Straining, he knew it was a position he couldn’t maintain for long.

Meanwhile, Carol lit a third candle and placed it on the floor under Amy’s tummy. At her height, Amy could just feel the heat from the candle and felt the heat build. As she worried about the flame under her, a puddle of hot, fluid wax broke free from the top of the candle on her left cheek and spilled out onto her soft skin. Her whole body convulsed, bringing more pain to her joints and she screamed when she’d thought she had no screams left.

Mike freed his hard cock and stepped over to Amy. Without a word he put it in her face and she opened wide, knowing what was expected and hoping this would earn her freedom. Suspended as she was, Mike started her swinging back and forth a few inches. Back she went and the cock slid out. Forward again and she was impaled deep on his cock. “You like sucking cock?” asked Mike. Back she went, nodded her agreement, then opened wide to take the cock back in, never missing a stroke. “You like me fucking you, don’t you?” Back, nod, suck. A couple more strokes and he asked, “You want me to fuck your ass?” Back, nod, suck. Before he could taunt her more, another pool of hot wax poured out, this time on her right cheek, flowing down the crack of her ass, and burning her tender asshole. “Mmmeeephf,” she screamed against the mouthful of cock and Mike couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He flooded her mouth with cum, spasming for several seconds as she swung back and forth.

Mike removed the candles from his obedient slave, then lowered her to the ground where she collapsed, exhausted. Van’s turn was just starting. He could take the strain no longer and his arms gave out, lowering his vulnerable ass to the flames under him. “Aaaaa, ooo,” he yelled, straining himself back up. Carol pulled down her pants and panties. It was time for her orgasm. The slave could do nothing but watch her as she mounted his face, using her weight to push him back down toward the flame. He couldn’t hold up under the added weight and collapsed. He felt the burning pain of the candle flame as he settled toward the ground, but the weight forced him all the way to the ground. The heat was intense and he screamed into the cunt on his face. Then his weight settled on the candles and the flame was snuffed out by his ass. Uncomfortable, but free of the fire, the slave licked the pussy that threatened to smother him. In just seconds, Carol was screaming and pulling his hair, “Oh, yes, lick me, big boy, eat me good. Eat me like you never ate your wife. Fuck, yes, I’m cumming. Oooo, yes, I’m cumming on your tongue.”

The master and mistress undid the slave’s wrists and helped him lean forward. He was also exhausted. The two slaves lay with their heads nearly touching, but unaware of each other. Mike and Carol went upstairs and had a late lunch. When they were done, they brought water to their slaves and gave them a bathroom break. They wanted the slaves in good shape for the activities yet to come.

Carol was very impressed by how well Van had behaved while they were gone. He was now sitting, his feet still hooked to the floor. His hard cock still had the elastic band around it, though he could have removed it at any time. He looked expectantly as his mistress as if asking if he could remove it.

“What a good boy,” said the mistress. She peeled off her entire leather outfit, then her bra and panties. Nude, she bent over and removed the elastic band. Without any delay, she lowered herself on the hard cock, savoring the feeling of hard meat between her legs. “You’ve been waiting so patiently for this. It’s time you got to fuck your mistress.” She felt his hands reach for her tits and didn’t deny him the pleasure. The slave was indeed ready to cum and Carol could tell. She slowed down the pace, wanting to stretch out his arousal and make him cum even harder and better. “You naughty boy,” she said playfully. “I’ll bet you’ve wanted to feel my tits for a long time. And wanted to get into my pants. Now’s your chance.” Then, she whispered, “And you’re doing it with Amy’s permission.”

From her position still bound on the floor, Amy could see the tight ass of her mistress bouncing up and down, her husband’s cock hard and glistening from Carol’s cunt juice. Though she hated the sight, she couldn’t help but watch, laying placidly in her restraints. “There he goes,” said Mike. “Cumming for the second time today. Don’t worry, when he’s done I’ll fuck you until you cum. We’ll put on a show for him.” His hand parted the slave’s legs and caressed her moist pussy. The master stood and stripped his clothes off.

Van shoved his hips up and down in time with Carol’s movements. She was right – he was enjoying the feel of her tits, not only because he’d been around the beautiful woman so many times, but now he was a slave getting to take liberties with his horny mistress. As he felt his orgasm rising, he thrust harder and squeezed her tits harder. She’d hurt him, humiliated him, and now was teasing him slowly to orgasm. It was a wonderful feeling and Carol was a great fuck. Suddenly he yelled, “Holy shit, I’m cumming. My god, ooohhhh, yes, … you’re so fucking tight.” His shot a huge load up the greedy cunt as it squeezed every drop from him. “God, my God, this is great,” he yelled, then he passed out.

Carol stood and turned to Amy. “Ever fuck him that good?” She put her hand to her pussy and played with herself just inches from Amy’s face. As she came, she said, “That’s his cum running down my leg, bitch slave.”

Van’s temporary mental absence forced them to wait for the next event, but he came to a couple of minutes later. When he was alert, he saw his master with his wife. She was unbound, cooperating totally as Mike kissed her tenderly, then more forcefully. He fondled her tits and she moaned her appreciation. As he laid her back, he said, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to make me cum.” She spread her legs for him and mewed as his cock penetrated her pussy. Now it was Van’s turn to watch in helpless jealousy as his mate gave herself to their master. She also was ready to cum, having been raped, fucked in the mouth, made to eat pussy, and tortured. Everyone else had cum, but now her frustration was nearly at an end. And, like his sister, Mike was a great fuck. His cock stretched her wide and she felt the friction against her clit. In minutes, when Mike was done teasing her, she was screaming in pleasure instead of pain.

The Wilsons were beginning to wonder how long they had to perform. Mike and Carol fitted them up in their pony outfits again, both with blinders and feathery plumes to make them look like show ponies. After just a few tries, Van learned that any time he heard pony boy, he was to whinny. The two made a fetching pair of ponies, one stallion and one mare. They were positioned side by side, five feet apart, on their knees, and facing away from the stairs. “Here’s a real test,” said Carol. “We could come back at any time. You better be in that position when we do.”

The two went upstairs naked to find their six kids waiting with anticipation at the top of the stairs. Time had flown by faster than the slaves realized and the soundproof room worked both ways, so they didn’t know their children were losing patience just outside the door. A note had informed the Brady kids that something special was waiting for them, but they had to wait for mom and dad to take them down. The six were naked and ready. After Mike and Carol gave them the background, they also told the kids what to do when they got downstairs.

They trooped downstairs silently until all eight of them were in the room. Only Mike and Carol made any sound at all. With their backs to the doors, the ponies didn’t know someone else was with them. “How’s my little pony girl?” asked Mike. The slave responded with a whinny as trained. “And how’s my pony boy?” asked Carol. Van whinnied in answer. The kids took in the nude forms of the trained slaves. Three cocks rose to attention at the sight of their friends’ mother nude and harnessed. The girls’ could feel their pussies getting wet at the sight of the male slave waiting for them.

Mike and Carol walked to the front of the ponies and firmly grasped their reins to restrain them. Mike spoke, “I told you if you were good we’d tell you how to have wild sex despite your kids. The answer is, you invite them to join in. So, we’ve invited ours now.” With that the kids all spoke at once, a babble of voices that sent a chill down the spines of the two ponies. Bobby sprang forward and climbed on the pony girl’s back. “Yee-hah,” he yelled as he bounced on the pony as if riding her. Cindy climbed on the pony boy’s back, “Go, pony boy,” she said, bouncing herself. Van could feel the naked ass against his back and knew the voice. He bucked, trying to stand up, but between the girl’s weight and the firm grip on his reins, he stayed in place.

“She called you pony boy,” growled Mike. “Now whinny for her. Whinny while my little 10-year-old naked cowgirl rides her pony.”

When Van responded as trained, Bobby yelled, “Go, pony girl,” pressing his hard little cock against Amy’s back. She whinnied in response, then tried to turn her head to see, but was yanked back by Carol. Bobby sprawled out on the pony’s back, reaching under to get two handfuls of tits. He slid back so his cock was in the crack of the woman’s ass, rubbing it against her so she would feel it for sure. He slid off and walked in front of the slave, stroking his hard cock as he did. “Unh,” was the only sound the shocked pony girl could say as she saw the naked little boy staring at her and playing with himself. Then she felt Peter’s weight on her. “Yee-hah, pony girl,” she heard and answered her young rider.

Cindy rubbed her bare cunt sensuously against the pony boy, then dismounted and stepped in front of him. As Jan mounted the pony, she stroked the hardening cock between the stallion’s legs. Then she put her weight on the slave’s back. Van stared at the little 10-year-old in front of him, taking in a sight he’d never seen before. His girls were too modest and he’d never even considered them as naked, sexual objects. He tried to not look at the underage girl that posed nude for him, but he couldn’t help himself. On top of him he felt another bare ass and knew that Jan’s bald cunt was pressing against him. “Let me hear it, pony boy,” said Jan and she was rewarded by a whinny.

Peter fondled his pony as his brother had before. His hands went to the naked tits of the older woman, then to her pussy. After seeing the woman as the mother of his friends for so long, it was a special thrill to see her nude and harnessed. His cock throbbed at the thought of his parents stripping the woman, then putting her on display like this. When he slid off back over her ass, he dragged his cock across her butt, then put the head of his cock against her pussy. “Gonna fuck the pony girl today,” he said as he moved back to give Greg a turn. Next to him, Jan leaned forward to press her tits against the pony’s back. “Feel my little tits, pony boy? Want to suck them?” It was a defeated whinny that answered her as the pony continued to stare at Cindy’s little girl body in front of him. He knew that it didn’t matter what he wanted. He was going to perform lewd acts with these little girls whether he wanted to or not. When Jan stepped into view, he saw the growing young tits on the little lolita. His eyes ran the length of her body, taking in the little girl curves.

Then the pony boy felt more weight on him, the bare ass of Marsha and the tickle of pussy hair as she rode him. He was shaking with shame, fear, and forbidden lust as he felt firm tits with hard nipples pressed into his back. In a sultry voice, Marsha whispered, “Come on, pony boy, tell me what you want.” He whinnied long and loud as she stroked his cock with her soft hand. He shot his wad right then, leaving a puddle of cum under him.

Greg rubbed his big cock against the pony girl’s ass before he mounted her. Under him, she felt his cock bouncing against her back as he rode her. When he leaned forward to caress her tits, he whispered, “Ooo, my little pony girl. I’m going to fuck you hard. God, Amy, the last thing I expected today was to see you naked and ready for me. I’m going to enjoy this a lot.” Naked, restrained, about to be fucked, the woman felt indignant that the nude boy on her back had called her by her first name instead of Mrs. Wilson. He’d always been so polite before.

Greg stood up, ready to begin the game of my little pony. He gripped his mount around the hips and put his cock against her tight virgin asshole, then pushed. Amy jumped in surprise as she felt herself violated in a new way. She grunted against the bit in her mouth as the cock spread her wide. She fought to pull away, but Carol held her tight, saying, “Come on, pony girl, let him get mounted so he can ride you. Don’t try to keep my boy out of your ass, because you can’t. Now, whinny and show us how a pony girl likes to be ridden.” Straining as the cock penetrated deeper, Amy’s whinny came out with difficulty.

Beside her, the pony boy let out a sudden grunt and whinny as Peter prepared to play my little pony with the big stallion. He shoved his smaller cock in the pony’s ass hard and fast. “Yee-hah, ride ‘em cowboy,” yelled Peter. As the two boys rode their ponies, Bobby and Jan positioned themselves in front of the ponies and undid their bits. “Suck me, pony,” said Bobby to his victim. “Eat me,” said Jan. For the pony boy, licking that bald little pussy seemed like a forbidden treat. Unfortunately, it was Bobby’s cock that was in his face. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth, offering a blowjob to the 9-year-old. He felt the small cock slide into his mouth and sucked on it hard. It wasn’t so bad since it wasn’t long enough to reach his throat.

“Eat me,” said Jan again. Reluctantly the pony girl licked up the bald slit in front of her. She hated to do it, licking a girl that was nearly the same age as her own little girl, Jill. The slippery, smooth skin tasted good though, and she parted the pussy lips with her tongue. As Jan held her tight to her pussy, the slave found the precious clit and heard the little girl gasp in pleasure. From beside her, Cindy reminded the woman that she was the mother of young children, “I wonder if Jill has pussy hair yet. Maybe she’s got a smooth cunt just like Jan’s. Don’t you wish that was Jill, pony girl?”

Marsha heard her little sister and bent down to the pony boy’s ear, saying, “I bet Bobby is about the same size as Nate. Imagine that. You’ve got young boys of your own, but you still enjoy sucking a little cock. What a daddy you are.”

Knowing that the Wilsons were active in Cub Scouts and Girl Scouts, Cindy said, “You’ll never be able to look at all those cute little Girl Scouts without thinking about their hot little pussies now. Think about all those tight little bodies under their cute little jumpers. You could teach them some new games, couldn’t you, slave bitch?” She laughed, then continued, “Or maybe the slave fag will show the Cub Scouts how good it feels to have their cocks sucked. Imagine having them all line up with their pants down.” And Van could imagine that. He knew each of the boys and had spent time with them on campouts and other scout activities. Now he couldn’t get the image out of his mind of their little cocks pointing at his face.

Behind his pony, Greg said, “Riding my little pony. She’s gonna make me cum soon. What a tight ass she’s got. How about you, Peter? You riding a tight ass, too?”

“Oh, yeah,” said Peter. “He’s really tight and he’s squeezing me hard. My little pony doesn’t like having his ass fucked. But, that’s all the better. I’m going to cum in just … oh, yeah, here it cums now. With one more strong push, Peter shoved himself deep into the man’s ass and shot his load. He reached under the pony and felt his cock. Despite the pain and humiliation, the pony’s cock was hard again.

Now the pony could focus on the cock in his mouth and he soon found himself with a mouthful of cum, a surprising amount for a little boy. He swallowed, but some ran down his chin. He was surprised when Bobby knelt down and licked his own cum off his slave’s face. Then Bobby planted his lips on the man’s lips and gave him a deep kiss, feeding the cum back to his slave. “Thank you, Mr. Wilson,” he said. “You’re a great cocksucker.”

The pony girl felt her rider spasm and fill her ass with cum. Unlike her husband, Amy had stopped fighting against the cock in her ass and relaxed. It was not a painful experience as she felt the cock throbbing in her and she could feel her juices run down her thighs. She still had Jan to deal with and licked the smooth pussy up and down to make the young girl cum. The pony could look up and see the heaving tits on the girl’s chest and the lust in her eyes as she approached an orgasm. And so, the mother of four found herself pleased as she enjoyed the success of bringing her daughter’s friend to a satisfying orgasm.

Marsha replaced her sister, pushing her downy pussy into the pony girl’s face. In just seconds, Amy found herself licking yet another pussy. And she knew she was getting good at it.

Cindy teased her pony before she let him lick her. She’d seen the look of wonder and fright on the man’s face. He was afraid of what he was seeing and feeling, so she knew she could drive him crazy. “Want my tasty little pussy?” she asked coyly. Dumbfounded, the pony boy could only stare as she rubbed her own pussy, then massaged her tiny nipples. “Oooo, pony boys really get me hot,” she said. She spread her legs and put a finger up her cunt. “I’m just like a woman. Only I’m slick and tight and tasty. Wouldn’t you like a taste? Wouldn’t you like to have your own naked little girl? You can have me if you want.”

Peter looked between the stud’s legs and gave Cindy a thumbs up. The pony’s cock was throbbing, literally vibrating from lust.

What could Van say? He didn’t want his own naked little girl. Or did he? The taboo sight was thrilling, but he tried to control himself. “Please, Cindy,” he said. “Please, don’t do this. I don’t want … I can’t … please, Cindy, don’t tease me.”

She lowered her chest to his face. “Lick my hot, hard nipples, Mr. Wilson. Show me what a big boy like you wants to do to this little girl.” She smiled at her control over the man as his tongue crept out to lick the tiny nipples on her flat, 10-year-old chest. “Ooooo, you dirty old man, Mr. Wilson. Suck them and make them hard. Oh, yes, that feels so good.” She straightened up and put her foot to his mouth. “Suck my toes, pony boy.” He took her toes gently in his mouth, sucking them and licking them and noticing how her raised leg spread her pussy open.

Next to them, Marsha came on the pony girl’s tongue. Then she, like the other six, moved to watch the sex kitten tease her pony boy. The boys were pumping their cocks and Jan and their mom were fingering their pussies. Marsha joined in.

The 10-year-old turned around and said, “Kiss my ass, Mr. Wilson. Kiss it and lick it. It’s so soft and … ooo, yes, lick my little girl ass. You like little girl’s now, don’t you, Mr. Wilson.” To her, using his formal title was more erotic, giving her the feeling of seducing someone’s daddy. “Lick down the crack of my ass and find my cute little asshole. Oh, fuck yes, Mr. Wilson. You’re such a bad boy. And I like bad boys.” She turned to face him and offered him a thigh, which he greedily accepted. Her pussy was just out of reach, so he had to be satisfied with the smooth thigh.

When she lowered her leg, Cindy snapped his bit back in place, saying, “I think that’s enough of the big man trying to eat a little girl, don’t you.” His disappointment was obvious and she smiled sweetly at him. “Unless, of course, you can ask nicely.”

Van was confused. Was he really being offered a choice when he knew slaves didn’t get a choice? Or was this a trick? And did he or didn’t he want to taste the hairless cunt right in front of him? Deep inside he knew he was going to lick that pussy. It was inevitable. So, he told himself her question was actually a test. He wasn’t being asked, he was being told to beg. With the bit in his mouth, all he could do was whinny and he did so until she freed his mouth. “Please, Cindy, let me taste your pussy.”

“Well, that was nice,” said Cindy. “But what I really meant was for you to ask dirty. Tell me what a big man like you wants to do to this little girl.”

Van swallowed hard. “Please, Cindy, let me eat your tight, hot pussy. Let me make you cum. Let me stick my tongue up your cunt. I want to taste you.” He paused and saw his young mistress shaking her head. Not good enough, he thought to himself. Then trying to think even dirtier, he said, “I want a taste of 10-year-old pussy. I want to lick your hairless, little girl pussy. I’m a dirty old man who wants to tongue fuck a little girl.” Again she shook her head. “I want to eat your pussy and make my wife watch me. I want everyone here to see me eat your hot, tight, tasty, smooth, slick cunt. I want everyone to know how bad I want to taste you.” Still not good enough. “Cindy, baby, I’ve watched you grow up. I’ve wanted to taste that hot little pussy of yours for the last five years.” Now he was lying, but could see that perhaps he was on the right track. “Imagine me taking down the panties of a little five year old girl, you, and teaching you what an orgasm is. We’ve vacationed together. I’ve seen you in nighties and bikinis and every time I wanted to rip them off you and tongue fuck that hot pussy. I listened outside the door when you took a bath and wanted to come join you, show you my cock and lick your pussy. I’ve watched my own little girls grow up …” he saw a big smile on Cindy’s face with that comment, “and I wanted only you.”

Her smiled turned into a frown. Oh, god, he thought. She doesn’t want me to want only her. She wants me to want my own daughters. She wants me to talk dirty about Candy and Jill. He searched her face and knew he was right. “That’s not true,” he lied. “I wanted to eat my little girls, too. I gave them baths until they were six. I had to stop because I couldn’t take it anymore. They’d tease me with their little cunts,” Cindy was smiling again, “and I couldn’t take it. But, now I can have a pussy to lick, your pussy.”

“Oooo, Mr. Wilson, that was dirty,” she stepped closer her cunt almost in reach. His tongue stretched but could cross the distance between them. “Look at my pussy, only at my hairless, 10-year-old pussy and tell me you want to eat me. But call me Jill this time.”

The father of four was shaking with lust. The aroma of sex in the air, the proximity of a woman’s cunt, his own dirty talk, and his desire for the forbidden were overwhelming. Looking at the cunt, no different from his youngest daughter’s, he said, “Please, Jill, baby, let d … let … let daddy lick your beautiful little pussy. Let me eat you out while mommy watches. Please, J-J-Jill. I’ve wanted you for years. Please, baby.” His tongue shot out as the smooth cunt pressed against his face. At last, he’d convinced his little girl and he ate her with wild abandon. She was indeed very tasty and he didn’t mind the audience as he fulfilled a fantasy he’d never known he had.

“Yes, daddy, lick me,” said Cindy. “Eat your little girl, oh, fuck, daddy, that feel’s so good. Oh, daddy, daddy, I hated it when you stopped giving me baths. I loved the way you looked at my 6-year-old cunt. I knew what you wanted, but you never took it. Now, lick me, daddy. Make up for all those lost years.” The little vixen had worked herself up to a fever pitch while teasing the man and listening to his dirty talk. She was only seconds away from her orgasm. “Yes, daddy, taste my … oooo, fuck, daddy. Oooo, yes, daddy, daddy, daddy,” she screamed as she came. Stepping back she shaded his eyes so he could not look up at her. She wanted him to see only a cunt that was very much like his daughter’s, and she said, “Now, daddy, every time you tuck me into bed, I want you to think of my hot little bald pussy.” With that she stepped out of sight.

Finally acknowledging Van’s raging hard on, Mike said, “Time for the slaves to cum. How about a cocksucking? You can have whoever you want. Roll over on your back and name your pleasure.”

“Let it be, Jill,” he said, then realizing his Freudian slip he stammered, “I-I-I mean C-C-Cindy.”

“Too late,” said Mike. “We’ll take your first answer.” He found a blindfold and covered Van’s eyes. “Now here comes Jill.”

Unable to see, the slave used his imagination as his master wanted. “Jill, baby?” asked the slave. “Will you suck my cock?”

“Y-y-yes, daddy,” said Cindy. She sounded frightened and confused. Her hand lightly touched Van’s thigh and she breathed gently against his pounding cock. She took his balls in her hand, then ever so gently touched his cock. “I-I-I d-d-don’t want t-t-to, d-d-daddy.” Sperm erupted from the daddy’s cock as he lost control and came for his little girl. The image in his mind of his frightened little Jill touching his cock for the first time was too much for him. Cindy stroked his cock, helping him relieve himself, but not taking his cock in her mouth. “Oooo, daddy, was that supposed to happen?” she asked. His response was simply, “Oh, god,” and he kept cumming.

“Your turn, Amy,” said Carol. “We’ve got girls who can eat pussy or boys, too. Or, you can get fucked by anyone of them. Fuck, if you want, one of the girls will strap on a dildo and fuck you. How to you want to cum?”

The woman was not as aroused as her husband. She’d been performing because she had to and was fairly disturbed by her husband’s recent dalliance with “Jill”. “All I want is to go home,” she said. “Please, just let us go.”

“Shit, bitch slave,” said Carol. “We give you one choice all day long and you screw it up. I guess we won’t ask your opinion anymore. I know someone who’s hot for you, so hold still and let Greg fuck you.”

Having just fucked her in the ass, Greg was still ready to take the pony girl again. His cock was hard from watching Cindy do her thing. Despite the pony girl’s protests, she didn’t move as Greg got behind her and put his cock at the entrance to her pussy. “Oh, Amy, I’ve been fantasizing about you for two years now. About ever since I started puberty.” He pushed his cock into her dry pussy. For the second time in a day, she winced in pain as the cock spread her unwilling and unready cunt. Greg leaned forward to take the slave’s tits in his hands. “I’ve jerked off thinking about you in bathing suits, tennis outfits, anything that shows some skin. Now I really get to fuck you, Amy. I get to fuck you and I get to make you cum. I’ll get to hear you scream out my name as you cum.”

The arrogance of the boy rapist made her resolve not to call out his name if he made her cum. In just seconds, Amy felt the dryness of her unaroused pussy turn to moistness. She tried to tell herself that she wasn’t getting aroused, but Greg had plenty of practice and was warming her up despite herself. His cock was big for his age, bigger than Amy expected and it stretched her open. She felt him stimulating her clit from inside her pussy. She surprised herself with a gasp, realizing that a 13-year-old boy was fucking her better than her husband could. She’d never managed to cum when fucked from behind, but she knew it was going to happen today.

Greg continued to caress her breasts, feeling the hard nipples as they spoke of arousal that she refused to admit. He heard her gasp again and smiled to himself. She was fighting her orgasm, but he’d make sure that she lost that battle. “Amy, Amy, you beautiful woman, how I’ve longed for this day,” he said, close enough to her ear that she heard what no one else did. “How I’ve wanted to touch your bare skin, see your perfect breasts, and kiss your sweet lips.”

“Oooh,” she moaned, her hips starting to move with Greg’s slow, sensual strokes.

“You have a gorgeous ass,” said Greg. “Soft and smooth and freckled just like the rest of you. It’s every bit as wonderful as I imagined when I stared at it in your bikinis.” His hands had left her tits, and now seemed to be everywhere. She felt gentle caresses on her neck, her tummy, her thighs, and her back. His words and his touch were the most erotic combination she’d ever experienced.

“Ooooh,” she moaned again. “Ooooh, Greg,” she heard herself say softly, then bit her lip. She had to remind herself – she wouldn’t call out his name. As her hips picked up the rhythm, she felt her boy lover pick up the pace. His hands went to her tits a little more firmly this time, squeezing them harder and bringing another moan. She felt his hands run up her back to her neck, then grasp her long blond hair at her scalp. Her head was pulled back, arching her back. Then his fingers trailed luxuriously through her hair, allowing her to relax. As she did, she noticed her hips pushing back harder against him.

“Yes, Amy,” Greg whispered in her ear. “Come to me. Fuck me. You’re an incredibly sexy woman. I’m going to scream your name when I come. Amy, Amy, Amy, I’m going to scream. I’ll know that Amy’s the one that made me cum. And I know I’m going to make you cum, too.” His experience told him that Amy was getting close. Her hips acted of their own volition, grinding back against him, trying to force his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. She started panting and moaning, and her whole body seemed alive with passion.

“Oh, yes,” she screamed, “Oh, fucking yes, Greg, fuck me.” She heard herself say his name, she’d screamed it in fact, but reason had left her. “Goddam it, Greg, fuck me hard. Oh, yes, Greg, Greg, Greg,” she yelled, surprised at the intensity of her feelings. She yelled his name almost as if she was apologizing for not saying it earlier.

“Yes, Amy, I’m cumming, too,” yelled Greg. “Fuck me hard. Squeeze me hard. Who’s fucking you so good?”

“Greg, Greg,” she yelled. “Greg Brady. A fucking 13-year-old boy is fucking me. Oh, my, oooooooooo,” she screamed as she came. “Fuck me, Greg.” And he collapsed on top of her as he unloaded his spunk into her soaking pussy.

The Bradys were finally done with the sex slaves for the day. The two were allowed to dress, but before they left, Mike said, “We want you back here on Saturday at 9 am sharp. After that, we’ll do this once a week, every Saturday.” The two slaves, their horizons expanded considerably, went home, each lost in the silence of their own guilt and shame. Neither could believe what had happened and, even worse, that they had enjoyed at least part of their slavery.

After the slaves were gone, Marsha said to Greg, “Jeez, Greg, I didn’t know you had the hots for Mrs. Wilson.”

“Oh, it’s just a little something I thought she’d respond to,” he replied, “and, shit, did she ever. Did you hear her screaming ‘Greg, Greg’?” And he broke down laughing. But he had to admit, fucking a woman he’d always thought of as a mom had been very exciting.

That evening Cindy was the center of attention as boys and girls both wanted a taste of “Jill’s” pussy. Her erotic show had gotten everyone aroused. When Cindy was in use, Jan found her smooth pussy attracting attention in a way she wasn’t used to. Without whipping or being tied, the preteen slave came several times on tongues that called her Jill.