Welcome and enjoy your stay!
As with all
dinner
parties, once the main courses are out of the way, desserts can be
served.
There are
murmurs of
appreciation when the two girls are led into the room. Jemma is 12, a
pretty
girl with short fair hair and a smattering of freckles on her nose and
cheeks.
She has been made-up and her lips shine with a deep, red gloss that
only emphasizes
her pale skin, whilst heavy mascara lines her blue eyes and emphasizes
how big
and wide they are. She walks confidently in black, shining heels,
straight
backed and almost proud, her long legs clad in sheer, black nylon that
ends in
elastic tops pinching lightly at the flesh of her thighs. Around her
waist is a
cincher that has been pulled visibly tight, the constriction giving her
breathing a slight edge of breathlessness and bringing a slight but
appealing
flush to her cheeks. It also enhances her subtly feminine shape and
earns
admiring looks from those attending the evening’s event. Around her
neck is a
plain leather collar, a single ring mounted in the front. A chain runs
from the
ring to the hand of her mother, who leads her into the room.
Rachel, the
mother,
holds another chain and this one ends at the collar worn by Jemma’s
younger
sister, Anna. She is 8 and shares much of the same look as her sister,
with
pale skin, slightly darker but still light hair and freckles. She has a
button
nose that makes her look almost unbearably cute, wholesome even and her
make-up
and outfit doesn’t diminish it. Less confident in her white heels, Anna
still
walks well enough and with grace, her head up and back, her long hair
pulled
into a single, high ponytail. Her lips are as glossy as Jemma’s but the
color is
paler, to go with the lighter mascara on her eyes. She doesn’t wear a
cincher;
instead she is sheathed in a tight, black lycra dress that comes up to
her neck
and actually goes slightly under her collar, and covers her just past
the tops
of her thighs. The fabric hugs her slender, almost shapeless body and
its clear
Anna wears nothing underneath.
Rachel, who
wears low
heels, a black skirt and white blouse looks like she’s on her way to a
business
meeting which, in a way, she is. She leads the two girls to stand in
the centre
of the lounge where a space has been created by pushing the furniture
back
against the walls. With their backs to the cold fireplace, the girls
stand
either side of their mother and quietly regard the audience.
As always,
there are
thirteen guests, and though the split between men and women often
changes, that
total number does not. The evening does not begin until the appointed
time and
if all thirteen confirmed attendees are not there by that time, and no
excuses are
accepted, then the evening does not take place. Those are Rachel’s
rules and
everyone abides by them.
Tonight the
split is 4
women to 9 men and though the women have come as slaves to four of the
men,
such relationships are simply put aside. These are evenings to be
enjoyed and
savoured and the matter of which adults belong to whom become
irrelevant. Women
serve men; the girls serve everyone.
Making a
show of
unclipping her daughters’ leashes, Rachel steps forward and smiles at
her
guests, seeing and approving of the avarice and hunger in their eyes as
her
daughters are looked over like meat in a market.
‘Enjoy,’ she says simply and
walks to the side
of the room, picking up a small, handheld video camera.
It begins
when two
women, quite independently of one another, rise from their seats and
walk with
slow intent towards the girls. Jemma and Anna regard them with obvious
apprehension and stand still as the women slide to their knee, one for
each of
them, and run slow, caressing hands over their young bodies.
‘You’re
beautiful, do
you know that?’ one asks Anna and the little girl smiles hesitantly,
but only
makes eye contact with the woman when she gently turns the little
girl’s face
to her own.
‘Beautiful,’
she
breathes and kisses the child full on the mouth with almost impossible
tenderness. Her eyes roll back in her head with sheer delight as Anna
parts her
lips to allow the woman’s tongue access into her mouth.
By Anna’s
side, Jemma,
who was a little more accustomed to her mother’s dinner parties, smiled
down at
the woman who was trailing kisses along the teenagers nylon clad leg,
working
her mouth round to the front, moving from nylon to flesh and then with
an
audible shudder of pleasure, to Jemma’s smooth pussy. The women shifted
her
position until she was knelt in front of the girl and her hands run up
the back
of Jemma’s legs to cup and gently squeeze the cheeks of her pert,
perfect
little ass. Without needing to be told, Jemma opened her legs and felt
the
woman’s mouth begin to lap and suck at her pussy. As had become common,
little
bursts of pleasure began to light up inside Jemma’s body under the
woman’s
knowing, loving touch.
A man stands
up,
shaking his head and grinning ruefully as if it’s all a little too much
to
resist any more. He walks over to stand in front of Anna, unzipping his
trousers and reaching inside the fabric to bring his stiffening cock
out into
the warm air of the room. Reaching into a pocket, the man takes out a
condom
packet, opens it with his teeth and pulls the thin second skin from the
wrapper. He puts the empty packet back in his pocket. The woman kissing
Anna
smiles up at him and turns the little girls head until she faces the
man.
‘Show the
man what a
beautiful girl you are, Anna,’ the woman says in an encouraging voice,
taking
Anna’s small hand in her own and raising it, fingers spread and palm
up, for
the man to give her the condom.
It takes a
minute or
two because the man is engorged and Anna’s had little experience with
putting
condoms on, but the woman guides her small hands, whispers
encouragement and
praise and eventually the latex slides over the tip. Anna rolls it down
the man’s
shaft and feels his fingers stroke her head and hair as might a proud
and
loving father.
With the
woman’s
gentle encouragement at the back of her neck, Anna dips her head and
the oddly
tasteless latex of the man’s hard cock slips into her mouth. He is warm
on her
lips and while she has to stretch her mouth a little, she takes a good
portion
of the cock into her mouth, her lips smeared from the woman’s kisses,
but still
glossy and full. Above her, the man sighs and exhales a long, slow
breath as
Anna curls her fingers around his shaft and, stroking her tongue around
him
when there is space to do so, begins to pleasure him.
Anna is bent
slightly
forward to do this and the woman slides around behind her, rolling the
little
girls tight black dress over slim hips to expose her small backside.
Then, with
a look of something to close to bliss, the woman spreads Anna’s cheeks
with her
fingers and lowers her mouth, putting lips and tongue to the little
girl’s ass
and pussy with equal fervor.
Anna squirms
a little
but adjusts quickly. She’s used to the sensation from her mother but
the woman
is much more urgent and hungry and that makes Anna feel unsettled for a
minute
or two but she soon relaxes, focusing on the man in her mouth.
Jemma is
lowered to
her knees by the woman who curls her long fingers into Jemma’s hair
and, with
little gentleness, pulls to show where she wants the young girl to be.
The
woman kisses Jemma with urgent need, holding the girl’s face in her
hands as
she pushes her tongue deep into the girl’s throat. Jemma responds as
best she
can, knowing what’s expected, but the kiss is soon broken.
Jemma turns
to see her
mother kneeling beside her holding the camera to her chest, the view
screen
angled up for her to see what she’s feeling. She looks at her daughter
and
smiles, and Jemma feels a kind of emotional wince, recognizing the
smile that
she’s seen more and more as she’s gotten older. It’s a cold smile, full
of
malice and contempt that Jemma doesn’t know what she’s done to deserve.
The
loving smile of her mother, the look of pride and pleasure that was
once Jemma’s
to bathe in, now belongs to Anna. A year or so ago, Jemma resented this
but now
she understands that one day Anna will have that love and approval
taken from
her as she gets older and no longer holds the same appeal to their
mother.
‘Tonight
we’re going
to do the whole ‘whore and princess’ thing,’ Rachel whispers to Jemma
who regards
her with huge, frightened eyes. ‘It goes without saying that your sweet
little
sister’s the princess, so guess what that makes you?’
Jemma says
nothing and
Rachel slaps her daughter hard around the face. ‘I asked you a
question…’
‘It makes me
the
whore,’ Jemma says with wet eyes, emotion and dread filling her.
Rachel
smiles and then
spits into Jemma’s face. She has never done this before and it takes
the girl
completely by surprise. She blinks, the thick warm fluid hitting her
face and
sending a few drops into her eye. It starts running down her face and
Jemma
feels genuine disgust and, on the heels of that, genuine fear.
In front of
Jemma, the
woman bunches her expensive dress up around her waist to expose her
smooth,
bare pussy and settles back to sit with her legs up and apart, leaning
back on
her arms. She smiles at Jemma and then looks to Rachel.
‘I hope the
spit doesn’t
put you off the little slut,’ Rachel says without taking her eyes from
Jemma’s.
In response
the woman
sits up and leans forward to turn Jemma’s face to her own. She too
spits into
the young girls face and then trails fingertips through the mixing
fluids,
pushing them into Jemma’s mouth where, with visible revulsion, Jemma
licks and
sucks them without enthusiasm.
‘Not at
all,’ the
woman says.
‘Good, then
enjoy
yourself,’ Rachel says and, taking a hard grip of Jemma’s hair, drags
her daughter’s
face between the woman’s spread legs.
Seconds
after the
woman’s hot, wet sex is jammed against her face, Jemma feels hands curl
into
her hair and hold her fast. Struggling to breath, the girl tries to
pull back
or turn her head to catch a gulp of air but the woman holds her fast.
As a
result, Jemma is only distantly aware of fingers smearing something
oily and
cold between the cheeks of her ass.
‘Not too
much,’ she
hears the muffled voice of her mother say. ‘The condoms are lubricated,
you
know…’
Suddenly
Jemma’s head
is pulled back and she finds herself looking into the camera. Something
thick
and hard jabs against her anus as strong fingers grip painfully into
her hips.
When the man shoves inside her, Jemma screams in pain.
Anna turns
her head
and sees Jemma on her front, ass in the air, a man driving in and out
of her
sister with almost ferocious thrusts. Jemma’s head is held back by the
woman
lying in front of her and Anna sees her mother holding the camera to
record her
daughter’s suffering.
The man
gasps in
frustration and Anna turns back to her task, pushing her mouth as far
down the
man’s rigid cock as she can. As she does this, another man slips to her
side,
his erect cock already out of his trousers and sheathed in the skin of
a
condom. He takes Anna’s free hand in his owns and furls it around his
shaft.
Without thinking, the little girl begins to masturbate the second man
in time
with bobbing her head up and down on the first.
‘Good girl,’
the man
at her side whispers, his own hand still on hers as she strokes it up
and down.
‘Such a good girl,’ he adds in a whisper. Rachel is suddenly at Anna’s
other
side, effectively putting herself between her children, blocking Anna
seeing
Jemma.
‘She is,’
Rachel
murmurs, smiling with gentle, almost beatific love at her young
daughter. ‘She ‘s
such a good little girl, so pretty and clever too,’ she says softly and
strokes
Anna’s hair as the little girl works her mouth up and down the man’s
cock.
‘I’m
cumming,’ the man
announced suddenly and Anna feels her mother’s fingers grip her head at
the
back, holding her in place as the man shudders in pleasure. In her
mouth, Anna
can feel his cock pumping in its confines, the bulb at the end filling
with hot
fluid.
‘Christ,
that’s so
good,’ the man hisses and he wraps his own hand around Anna’s too pump
the last
few drops of cum from his cock. Anna flinches as another cry of pain
from her
sister comes from elsewhere in the room but her mother’s grip prevent
her from
looking.
‘Good girl,’
Rachel says,
her grip on her daughter’s head loosening. Anna turns to her mother as
the man’s
rapidly diminishing cock slips from her wet lips and Rachel sees she’s
trying
to see what’s happening to Jemma. She smiles at the girl and gently
turns her
face back. The man she had been masturbating is now in front of her,
another
man takes her aching, tired hand in his own and starts her masturbating
his own
erection. Anna opens her mouth and tends to the task before her.
The woman at
her ass
lifts her wet face from between Anna’s cheeks and slides a slick finger
into
her well lubricated anus. Anna gives a small mewl of discomfort and
clenches
her ass.
The woman
gives an
amused gasp. ‘She’s so tight!’ the woman says and Rachel turns to look
at her.
‘I know. She
can take
a small toy if she’s prepared properly but that’s about it.’ Anna’s
mother
looks at the men her daughter’s serving and gives a rueful grin. ‘Going
to be a
while before she’s up to her sister’s standards,’ Rachel says and looks
across
the room.
Jemma’s
kneeling in
front of the sofa. She’d been dragged there after the woman had cum,
holding
Jemma’s face in place as her pussy seemed to gush fluid. Her face is
sticky
with it and she can feel it drying on her skin as the man drives his
cock in
and out of her mouth. She has her head in his lap, hands working with
her mouth
to try and control his desire, but with little effects. The man just
pulls her
hair hard enough that her eyes water, adding to the tears she’s
shedding
already, and hammers himself into her throat. Gagging and retching,
Jemma can
only endure.
Her other
arm is held
behind her, pulled painfully high by the man still sodomising her. When
the
woman had came, he’s simply picked Jemma up bodily, carried her impaled
on his
cock to her current position. It had been agony and Jemma swore
something had
given inside her with a liquid sensation of breaking.
The man
fucks her with
the same regular, unflinching brutality, driving in and out with heavy
grunts
punctuating each thrust as it hammers into her ass to the hilt. He
sounds in
pain and Jemma finds she hopes he is.
‘Yeah, yeah,
yeah,’
the man begins to repeat as he pounds Jemma’s ass and then, with a
long,
guttural groan, Jemma feels the familiar spasm of his cock as the man’s
pleasure gets the better of him. Fingers dig into her hips as the man
sends the
last spurts into the sheath and then he’s gone with the same quickness
that he
first penetrated her. Jemma feels her ass as a gaping wound, a hole in
her body
that feels like it’s there for good.
Her head is
yanked
upwards and off the cock that had been buried in her mouth, a thick
ribbon of
saliva arcing between her lips and the latex covered tip for a few
seconds. The
man slides off the sofa and drags Jemma with him, the girl tumbling
loose
limbed onto her back. A woman wearing a white frilled cocktail dress
slips out
of her seat and comes to stand at Jemma’s head. She looks down at the
young
girl with a curious expression on her face and briefly looks as if
she’s
pondering something, and then stands over Jemma’s upturned head.
Looking up,
Jemma sees the smooth, glistening pout of the woman’s obviously aroused
sex and
then it’s lowered to her face, the woman spreading her knees either
side of
Jemma’s head. Her hearing reduced to muffles, smell and taste
overwhelmed and
struggling to see or even breath with the weight of the woman hard on
her face,
Jemma tries frantically to please. Mouth and tongue suck and lick,
teeth nibble
and the woman responds with little gasps and shivers, grinding her cunt
into
the young girl’s face. Jemma winces in pain as she feels cruel fingers
pinch
and twist her nipples and then feels rough hands lift her legs high and
wide
where smaller hands take her by the ankles and hold her there.
Suddenly the
woman is
gone, lifting herself off whilst still holding Jemma by the ankles. The
girl
looks up to see her mother looking down on her, the woman she’d been
pleasuring
kneeling at the top of Jemma’s head now, holding her legs up high and
wide.
Rachel strokes a fingertip down the side of her daughter’s head.
‘Now, all
your yelling’s
frightening your little sister, and that makes her forget what she’s
doing and
that ends up making my guests disappointed in her,’ Rachel pauses to
dribble a
thick line of spittle onto Jemma’s face, the women kneeling above her
holding
her head so that the fluid pools in one of her eyes. ‘And that, you
worthless
little cunt, won’t fucking do. Now, I could have my friend her smother
you so
you can barely make a sound, but where’s the fun in that?’ Rachel shook
her
head, dribbled another line of spit in Jemma’s other eye. ‘No, I figure
you’re
too stupid to just shut the fuck up, so I might as well let my guests
give you something
to scream about…’
And that was
when
Jemma felt the huge, blunt tip of the man’s cock nudge her pussy.