My knees are sore and my throat dry, when I hear a creak on the porch. I want to shout anything but this mantra, but I fear the sting of the collar.

"Hello," I hear Randy's voice as the door opens. I look over out of the corner of my eye to see him just gawking.

"What's happened to her?" I hear Tom's voice behind him.

"Hello," comes a bewildered Jon.

Mark just walks in and seeing his wife Kate, he quickly comes to her aid. Grabbing her shoulders, both of them are shocked by the charge on the collar.

"Hell, what was that?" he hollers backing away.

Tom spots the note and reads it to the others. "This game has taken our bodies over. The only hope we have is that you can lead us away from it. The rules state a master may lead his slave away from the board. Failing that, the game must be finished in order to set us free."

"But we can't touch them without getting shocked," Mark says at the end.

"I think the rings are the keys, one ring, one slave," Tom replies as he quickly scans the directions. Reaching out to the game board, he grabs one.

The others follow suit.

"Now to see if ... Ouch ... " As Tom touches me, I almost pass out from the combined shock of the ring and collar.

"Shit and now it’s stuck," Tom mutters trying to pull off the white ring.

Color, shit. Each ring must be color coordinated to the slave collars.

"Color," I croak as a shock reminds to speak only the mantra of a slave.

"What did she say?" asks Tom.

"Color," Jon replies looking at his purple ring. “See, I have Kendra's color.” He tries to pull it off but it is stuck. Giving up on that, he tells Tom, "Let me try."

Grabbing me by the shoulders a pleasant shock goes through both of us as he cradles me in his arms. God I am getting wet over my son-in-law.

Walking me to the porch he hollers back, "It works."

By then the others have sorted themselves out. Tom picks up Tanya, Mark has Sally in his arms, and Randy carries Kate.

It was then I notice Mark's chest swell and his stomach shrink. He looked like his college pictures when Kate first met him. Actually, he looks even better. He has inherited all the points from the game play of Sally's Master on the board.

Looking down at my husband's Tom pants, I can see his bulge grow. I shudder to think of the size of his penis now. It had to be about fifteen inches long and two and a half to three inches in diameter I calculate. Looking at Tanya, I see her eyes on my husband's crotch as the same thought dawns on her.

"Can you walk?" asks Jon.

"If you command me to Master," I reply. For the first time in over an hour and a half, I can say something other than the mantra.

"Walk and stop that chant," he commanded.

"Yes Master," I replied. I still can't address him as anything other than Master. I want so bad to cover up but I have not been given permission.

"Walk and stop chanting," I hear the other three men command.

As I glance around at the men. It is then I noticed a strange gleam enter their eyes as their rings glow brightly.

"Jon ... Ouch," so much for freedom to talk.

"Master," I try with no shock.

All the men look straight ahead, eyes glazed. We try everything to get their attention.

"Master," I shout, waving my hands in front of his face. "Master, please answer me." I try shaking Jon, rubbing his face, and finally in frustration I slap him once.

Desperately I tug at the rings. Finally I notice the glow of their rings fade. One last time I wind back and slap Jon's face.

"What the hell," he roars as he snaps out of it.

"Master," I look up into his angry face. I am sure he is going to hit me, yet he restrains himself.

Jon looks over at me, "State what you were going to stay."

"We need to get away from here."

Jon looks at the other Masters ... I mean men.

"Woman," I hear Tom speak to me. "We will go when I damn well feel like it. First we need to look at that game."

How can he speak to me like that? As they walk back toward the table we have to follow lest we are zapped.

"Master," I hear Kate try to get Randy's attention.

"Speak woman," he orders. I can't believe my son is talking like this.

"Please order us to get dressed," she pleads.

"Sure," he smiles looking her over. "Sorry," he laughs looking around the room.

Well that is a relief. He still seems himself.

"But not in this trash," he picks up Kate's clothes and throws them into the fireplace. "They should make good kindling," he grins. "Pick up an outfit from that closet," he orders, gesturing to the secret closet that the game revealed. We had already caught glimpses of the minimal lingerie that hung on the inside of the door. "Something sleazy for you. Not a stitch covering that ass."

Kate hesitates until the collar zaps her. Looking at me for help, she slowly walks to the closet. What the hell is happening?

"You want to say something Kendra?" Jon asks.

"Randy, when this is over, I am going to wallop that hide of yours, I don't care how old you are. And Tom, don't think you will get out of ...

"Shut up slave Kendra," hollers Jon. "Remember your place here and now. You are a pleasure slave. Next time you open your mouth, I want to be for pleasuring me," he grins at me adjusting his crotch.

He doesn't think I'd... My hand involuntarily touches my collar as I feel it warm in warning. What can I do? What can any of us do? It is hopeless to resist.

NO! NO! I can't think that way.

"A change is not a bad idea," grins Jon looking over to me. "I like heels and hose. Make sure not to cover those nipples," he commands with a leer.

I hear a chuckle behind me. "I always wanted to see you in some sexy lingerie Kendra," comes Tom's voice. "Why don't you join them Tanya. Something pink and frilly will do."

Smack. I heard a resounding slap as Mark slaps Sally's ass. "Get along my little niece. Make sure that that pussy of yours is visible and I want something riding up that sweet ass."

"And see if there is any makeup back there. I want it on heavy," commands Randy.

The men are under control of the game themselves. This nightmare is only getting worse.

Entering the hidden closet, I see it is much bigger than it looked. All four of us fit back here comfortably. Looking around I see there are outfits in every size and colors. Each of us automatically chooses the color of our slave band. There are even street clothes back here if you could call those minis and scoop neck tee shirts that. And sure enough there was make-up back here, rouge lipstick, blush, etc. I never wear makeup yet I know the look they want. Even as I try to fight it, I realize it is no use. With Kate's help, I apply my makeup on liberally, imagining it to be a mask I can hide behind.

I feel like such a sleaze as I find a red satin with black lace open bra corset with built in garters, red hose and matching red six-inch heeled calf high boots. My 'big breasts' enjoy the lift the corset gives them. I pull on the red thong panties next, feeling them rub against my asshole. Damn, if my 'Buns of Pleasure' don’t actually enjoy the feel of the friction it creates. I resist the urge to scratch my ass. Still, my 'Juicy Pussy' is already betraying me as I dampen the thong panties I just put on.

"Can you help me with this Mom?" asks Sally, turning her back to me. She has on a deep purple and black lace up corset she needed help with. I can't help but admire her long legs in the fishnet stockings and her ass cheeks split by that half-inch swatch of purple cloth. As I tightened the corset down, I am unable to resist the urge to let my hand slide down to that ass and between her thighs to her exposed pussy....

"Mmmm...," Sally groaned.

FUCK! This is my daughter, let alone another woman. I can't let myself do this. I yank my hand away as Sally leans into my hand.

"We can't keep the Masters waiting," comes my hoarse reply. Anything to get out of this situation and the compulsion to obey them helps us both straighten up.

"Sorry Mom," Sally whispers not dare meeting my eye.

"Nothing to be sorry about, It's this stupid game. I feel the same compulsion," I console her.

I look over at Kate dressed in her sheer dark blue camisole that hides nothing. I watch as she realizes she has been absently rubbing her bald glistening pussy as she watched us. I am enthralled by her hand as it parts her pussy lips. I quickly exit lest I continue down this road.

Coming out of the room I see the men returning with our suitcases.

"Won't need any of this trash anymore," my son-in-law, Master Jon, tells me as he flings my clothes into the fireplace.

"Bye, Bye, stuffy shit," grins my husband as he comes over to help Jon." Tanya's stuff is already to burn," he smiles.

"Aunt Kate," Randy hollers into the closet, "Where did you get these grandma briefs from?" I look over to see him wearing a pair of Kate's panties on his head while throwing the rest into the fireplace.

"Some of these aren't bad," grins Mark holding up a pair of French cut panties. "Just not good enough," he continues tossing them in.

"Jon go get some gas," Mark suggests.

"Good idea," Jon smiles as he heads outside.

Tom looks around. "I think we should get a spare mattress out of one of the unused bedrooms and haul it out here."

"I'll go get it," Randy offers.

"I think the girl's should get it since it is for their use," Tom grins.

I swallow at the words, 'their use'.

By now the rest of the girls are out of the closet. Looking around, I can only think we look like four hookers.

I hear Randy whistles as well as Tom howl. The other two speak as loud with the look on their faces.

Jon returns with the gas as he douses our clothes. With only one match, all our clothes are a blaze.

All four Masters sit on the couch watching the fire. Master Tom commands us to 'give your Masters a show.'

As humiliating as this is, it could be a lot worse. Maybe if we just please them with little things ... umm that warmth again ... they will let us be. At first I try just a quick walk and spin with the others following me.

"No, No," laughs Randy. "That was no show. Now slowly and seductively stand in front of each of us and let us see your wares."

Tom and the others just nod in agreement.

I slowly approach Master Jon as the other approach their masters. Spinning around with my hands in the air I can see the pleasure in his face. Ummm...pleasure in his face. The air current on my nipples has them standing at full attention. As I feel Jon's hands squeeze my ass a small ripple of pleasure runs through me.

THIS IS SO WRONG!

"Next," I hear Randy holler.

Going to the right, I now face my husband Master Tom.

"Let's see you wiggle that ass of your a little," he commands. Turning my back to him I wiggle my ass as I feel his warm strong hands squeeze my cheeks.

"Mmmm," escapes my lips.

"Next," I hear Randy holler. I really wanted to stay with Tom but I move on.

"I have admired your body for years," grinned Mark. "I used to almost drool over your breasts when I was first dating Kate. I was so glad when she filled out like you."

I spun around in front of him shaking my ass. On one hand I didn't want him to touch it; on the other I craved his touch on my ass.

"Ohh..." a shudder went through me as he goosed me, one of his fingers slipping past my panties and plunging into my very wet box.

"Turn around," he command me as he removes his had from my ass.

Turning to face him he commands, "Lick my hand clean slave."

My resistance only brings pain from my collar. Bending over I lick his hand clean of my juices as his other hand pinches my nipples.

Fuck! FUCK! FUCKKK! ... It is all I can do to stand as an orgasm rips through my body.

"Next," Randy hollers.

With shaky knees I make my way over to Randy. He is all grins.

"I wish I had chosen red, Mom," is his first reply. "I have always thought you had a killer body."

This is the worse. As I display myself for my son, all I want to do is cry. Well, cry and fuck and … NOO!!

Still as his hands slide over my ass, my ass shoves back into his hands.

"Spread your legs a little and, while keeping your legs straight. Bend over," he commands.

As I obey he adds, "More, I want to see your head between you knees. Those yoga classes will come in handy now."

As I watch him from my new vantage point, he stands up, unzips his pants, pulls out his cock, and starts jacking off while rubbing my ass. As gross as this is to me, my body responds with heightened senses. As his fingers creep down my crack, I find myself pushing back harder against his hand.

All that exists for me at the moment is his fingers at the entrance to my ass. As cum leaks down my legs wetting my cheeks I see him tense up. Looking me in the eyes he drops to his knees as one of his fingers slide half into my dry hungry ass. I am close to blacking out, as I feel his hot jism squirt into my face. Lost in the pleasure of his finger in my ass, I am caught unaware and I nearly choke on the globs of cum I breathe in.

Withdrawing his finger from my ass, he offers it to me. "Clean up your mess," he commands. Remembering the pain from the last time I tried disobeying that order. I grudgingly suck my son's, Master Randy's, finger clean. Tears rolled off my forehead with my son's cum.

"That was a good start," I hear Tom's voice. Looking around as best I can, I see the others have finished and they are standing around looking at us.

Wiping his cock clean on my inner thighs, he looks over to Kate. "Help your sister clean up."

As I start to straighten up, Randy smacks my ass. "Did I tell you to move?"

"No," I reply.

"No what?"

"No Master Randy."

"Stay down there until I tell you to move." Looking over to Kate Standing there, he asks her," And what are you waiting for?"

"A rag?" asks Kate hopefully.

"Use your tongue and make sure the floor is clean when you are done."

Kate kneels beside me and starts licking my face.

"This is great," Randy grins. "No one is going to believe this." I see his cell phone in his hands as he points it towards us. "Just a few pictures to remember this by... and maybe share with some friends."

'NO, DON'T LET ANYONE SEE THIS,' I want to yell but hold my tongue. Isn't it bad enough we have to do this? How could he degrade his mother like this?

"You want a beer?" I hear my husband, I mean, Master Tom, holler from the kitchen.

"You bet," Jon replies heading to the kitchen with Mark following along.

"Wait for me," Randy hollers.

"I am so sorry," Kate whispers to me.

"Me to," I reply. It is amazing that anything, let alone Kate's tongue can excite me. I want to ask her to stop but know the consequences for both of us if she does. As Kate's tongue comes near my mouth, I open it, letting her tongue in. As we play together some of the torment leaves.

Grabbing my leg, she licks her tongue up my thigh, cleaning off Randy's and my cum on my stockings and bare thighs. The way I feel, I think it will be a futile job for her as more cum leaks out my pussy. She is cleaning me up yet it feels like so much more. I want her to continue up my thighs to my hot pussy but she stops and heads downward in another cleaning swipe.

Then Kate licks up Randy's cum from the floor and brings it up to my mouth to share. I know I shouldn't, but it tastes so good. And I love sharing with my sister. The effects of Randy's cum blinds my mind as all I want to do is getting my hands on my sister. Only Randy's commands keep from giving in as Kate's hands wander up and down my thighs.

Suddenly I realize what we are doing.

"Mmmm," I mutter. "Mmmm."

My sister withdraws her tongue and licks one last tear from my face.

I am not sure how I manage to muster the will power to ask her to stop as my blood soars. I know the feeling is mutual and that it must be just as hard for her. "Thank you Kate," I tell her.

I look over to Sally and Tanya Kneeling together. Neither the girls will meet my eyes.

Looking at the kitchen I see the men watching us while drinking their beer.

"You can kneel now," grins Randy. "Thank you for the use of your slave. I will return the favor," he tells Jon.

As I assume the waiting position, I can hear the Slave Mantra in my head, "I love serving My Master. I love pleasing My Masters. I love being used by My Masters. I love being performing any act for My Masters. I love being disciplined by My Masters."

"Master," I hear Tanya whispers.

"Speak," Master Tom commands.

"I need to go to the bathroom. Would you please bring me?"

"I don't have time for that," he replies sitting on the couch.

"Wait, what's in here," Jon asks pointing to the plant pot we had used earlier to relieve ourselves in. "Smells like piss to me."

"We had to use that while we waited for you to come home," replies Tanya.

"Well then use it now," Tom commands.

"I have to do more than pee."

"I don't care," grins Tom. "It might be amusing to watch."

Tanya's face turns beet red as she gets up and walks over to the bucket. Unhooking her pink stockings, she pulls down her thong.

"Wait until I get back. Come over and watch girls," commands Mark as he heads out to his bedroom. As we kneel around facing her Master Mark returns with his camera. "I should have got this out a while ago."

'NO MORE PICTURES,' I plead with my eyes.

"Squat over the bucket and do your thing," commands Master Mark as he moves around for better angles. Jon has already come over as the other two men approach.

As Tanya first pees into the bucket, the smell of new and stale urine mix fills the air. The look of concentration fills her face as she starts shitting.

Despite myself, I find myself watching the yellow stream pour out her lips. Part of me wants so badly to slip my finger into her.

How Disgusting.

"Hold it there," Mark hollers as he zooms in for a close up of the shit coming out her ass. "OK," he tells her. "That was a great shot of Tanya's ass, shit and Kendra and Kate's face in the background."

Plunk, splash goes the shit as it hits bottom.

"Wow that stinks," comments Master Tom.

"After you’re done, grab another slave to help you clean it out," Master Tom commands. "Dump it out the side window there."

"Master," Tanya asks Master Tom.

"Yes, Tanya."

"May I have toilet paper to wipe myself?"

"I'll have Kendra lick her clean," Jon offers.

I feel sick just at the idea.

"Not this time," Tom smiles at him as he walks towards the bathroom.

'Not this time echoes,' in my head. Next time?

He comes back with a roll of toilet paper and a small trash can. Looking at all of us girls he tells us, "Don't throw the toilet paper in the bucket. Use the trash can, else you will have to fish it out with your mouth. Use the bag in this trashcan and tie it close when you are done. And spray down the area when you are done," he finishes as he indicates a can of air freshener he brought with him.

For the next several minutes we kneel and watch Tanya wipe her ass as Master Mark's flashes goes off.

"Real slow on the wipes," Master Mark commands again as he zooms in.

"I want some of Sally's ass when she has to go," remarks Jon. "Kind of fitting since she acts so constipated sometimes.

All the men laugh as look over to Sally's flush face. There is no way these men are going to be able to sweet talk us out of a divorce as soon as we are free from this game. I just wish we would play and get it over with.

As Tanya gets up, I watch a drip of urine leak to the floor from Sally's pussy. I am not the only one to notice.

"No messing on the floor," booms Master Mark. "Now lick that up and clean the pot."

"Yes Master"

I notice Sally hesitantly approach Mark and whisper to him.

"Looks like you won't have to wait long, Jon." grins Mark. “Sally needs to water the plants.”

Sally only has to pee and the show is short. Sally helps Tanya empty the bucket and swish it out in with clean water from a pitcher Tom has brought over.

"Master," I ask looking at the empty pitcher.

"Yes Slave," Master Jon answers.

"May we have a drink?" It has been six hours since we had finished the wine we poured at the start of the game.

"Of course," smiles Jon winks at Randy. Jon goes to the kitchen and returns with a big pitcher of tap water and a big bowl. As he pours it in the bowl I start to stand.

"Just a minute, I haven't flavored it yet," he tells me. "Now I will need your help Kendra."

Coming over I kneel beside him.

"Lick the insides of your tits." As I comply, he pulls out his cock. "Now squeeze those melons together." Forcing it between my 'melons' Jon fucks my tits. It seems forever before I see his cock tighten as it gets ready to let loose its load. I prepare to get my face peppered when he pulls out and aims it into the bowl. I watch as load after load of his cum spews into the bowl. He is one of the one who got on increased load of cum I remember.

Part of me is relieved not to wear it, as another part of me desires his cum. My craving for sperm has kick in as I sneak a lick of pre-cum off my chest.

Mean while Jon finishes by stirring the water up with his spent cock.

"Just right. Now lap it all up, all four of you." He grins at us.

I look at the others. As disgusting as it is, I have already gotten my taste for sperm and I can't help but crave more. Kneeling by the bowl, I try to lap up as much as my parched mouth can. The more I taste sperm, the more I like it.

Tanya joins me lapping from the other side. We must look the pair, with our tits and asses jiggling, while our heads bob and lips slurp. There must be at least two gallon of water in there and soon neither of us sperm addicts can drink any more.

Tanya and I look at Kate and Sally. They reluctantly come and drink the warm salty water. As we watch them finish off the bowl, I can see their looks go from disgust to acceptance. Of course that episode with Randy's sperm must have helped Kate with the taste but I believe it was the knowledge that it pleased their Masters that helped them the most.

Of course, drinking this much in one shot has the result I believe Jon desired. First I put on a pee show, followed by Kate. By the time we were done, Tanya and Sally were ready to go again. Sally was finishes up amidst the comments about how much pressure she has urinating.

Wiping herself while the masters discuss how tight her pussy must be, she absently throws the toilet paper into the pot. All of us looked at her in shock as we realized what she did.

"You better get it before it disintegrates," leered Master Mark. "Then you will have to drink the whole pot and I am sure it is quite full after all four of you have gone."

Turning pale I see her resist long enough for the collar to remind her it is futile. "Ouch!"

"Hands behind your back lest you cheat," leered Randy.

Sally kneeled beside the pot and lowered her head down. I can see the collar glow several times as she hesitated.

Finally her head descends into the pot. We hear her splash around as she tries to get the paper. It takes her three tries, but she finally comes up with it in her mouth as piss drips from her nose, lips, and chin. Spitting it into the bag, I see her stomach convulse as she barely managed not to throw up.

"Kendra, clean your daughters face," commands Jon. I knew better than ask for a wash clothe. Going over to her, I kneel down in front of her and start licking her face clean. Only knowing this perversity somehow pleases my Master allows me to get through it, that plus the fact that it is Sally underneath it all.

As revolting as it has been, I find my nipples taught and my pussy wet after I have thoroughly licked her clean. As I finish, licking across her lips she opens her mouth, inviting me in. It is all I can do to resist the invitation.

As I back away, I can see her breath is short and her eyes glazed.

How I long to hold my daughter. Caress her ... smell her ... taste her nectar.

NO! I WON'T GO DOWN THAT ROAD!

It is now late in the evening, and all of us including our masters, are tired.

"Girls, we need to make some sleeping arrangements while you are stuck out here," Master Tom interrupted my thoughts. "All four of you, come with us." All four Masters walk with us to one of the unused bedrooms. Tom opens a door.

"Now, I know you can't sleep in here without us," Tom tells us, "and according to the rules of the game Randy has read, you can't sleep with us until you are done training."

That is why we haven't been fucked yet I realize.

"We’ve decided to let you have a mattress but you will have to carry it into the slave den."

All four of us struggle with the mattress, falling over each other. This delights our Masters as the watch, drinking their beers. We can count on them goosing us or squeezing a tit, as they love to do on my enlarged breasts.

Next comes the box spring. It ends up being easier than the mattress.

Taking apart the four-poster bed becomes a challenge. Master Mark goes and gets the tool kit for us. Sally just about passes out in pain as her master leaves the room.

Our Masters kindly let us carry her into the ‘slave den’ while we finish the project. By the end our outfits are quite a mess.

"Sleep in the nude," Master Mark ordered, "and no sheets."

I strip off my outfit that I had, only a short time ago, considered being so indecent. Now I am truly naked. Adding to this feeling is the fact that the curtains are wide open and the lights allow anyone out in the dark to see right in. Even though we are on an island, I can see boat lights go by in the distance. I only hope that no one will come close. I long for the corset and hose I have just removed.

"We would love to finish the game," Master Randy smiled. "But we have had a long day."

Tom has made some fish sticks for our supper, puts it on a communal plate. Again we were not allowed to use our hands to eat. Jon fills another bowl of water but this time he lets Randy add the flavor.

"You have to try those tits," he tells Randy. "They are great."

There I am again, giving a boob job, but this time to my baby boy.

"Mom, Jon is right, your tits are great." It does not take him near as long as Jon to reach it since he didn't have the gift of 'Endurance' but of 'Quick Recovery'.

All of us avoid the water as long as possible, slowly eating the fish sticks. Tom has added enough spice to the fish that soon we have to drink. The aphrodisiac quality of Randy's sperm has a stronger effect the second time. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I try resisting its effect. God, I just want to suck my son’s cock. How long did cravings last the previous time, I try to remember?

"To bed girls," Tom commands.

"I hope you girl's get off together," chides Randy as we all four climbed into bed.

Seeing Kate's condition as well as my daughter's, I climb between them to acts a barrier.

The men shut the lights off as they go to bed.

I close my eyes and try to remember life before this horrible event. I can't. That is when I feel Sally's hand graze my ass. Kate's butt grinds into my pussy. I hear moans from across the bed and I am sure Tanya is getting herself off. There is little sleep for me as I somehow manage to fend off Kate and Sally as well as my own temptations. Only the exhaustion of the day lets us succeed as we finally drift off.