Family Enslaved
by rache

Chapter 16 : Requite

"What a messy slave!" I clucked my tongue, but only barely. 

Mostly I was trying to catch my breath as Katrina worked her tongue deep into the hot confines of my well-spermed cunt. Daddy had loosened me up good and now gravity and Katrina's hungry mouth were working hard to remove his incestuous load.

I lifted my ass slightly, enough so that Peter could film long clinging dollops of cum dripping out of me and into Katrina's mouth. She'd always been an exceptional pussy licker, but this was really special the way she was working my cunt so eagerly. I'd intended it as something of a tease, a bit of a punishment even, as I'd felt certain my beautiful lesbian slave wouldn't enjoy swallowing a man's orgasm. Perhaps Katrina's pleasure simply came from the fact that she was doing it for me. Knowing her the way I did, that idea wasn't so very far fetched.

She was a real mess too, covered with a variety of food and condiments from Mom's refrigerator. That my mother had helped make that mess was surprising, but only because Mom had sort of a fetish for keeping her kitchen neat and clean. It was anything but that for the moment, and Katrina�Her luscious firm tits were covered with whipped cream, warm and runny now from her own body heat, spilling over her body like thin milk leaking from her breasts. 

The girl's taut belly was stained red from a small jar of maraschino cherries. One of them was still lodged in her belly button and I thought my mother had been eating them that way. Katrina's pussy had been fucked with a banana, I'd seen that myself, and a cucumber I was reasonably sure, not to mention a large dill pickle or two. Who knows what else the girl had taken there, probably not even Katrina herself.

At the moment though Katrina was taking my brother's big cock, just as I'd promised her. I'd tied her down to my mother's kitchen table and I was going to keep her that way, Jim and Daddy fuck her as the urge struck them. So long as they weren't busy doing something else, of course. Peter could fuck her too, as I'd sorta of promised him he could, although he'd have to wear a condom. He wouldn't mind though, he'd lusted after Katrina since the first time he'd seen her, which wasn't unlike so many other men we knew. Katrina could provoke desire with just a smile and Peter had gotten much more than that from the girl.

It was nice watching my slave get fucked, especially by my Slave-Brother, who had a cock worth taking pictures of. It was big, almost nine inches long and thick like my wrist. Katrina was feeling it inside her, writhing beneath us, straining at the nylon rope binding her to the table. She couldn't help but struggle against that huge cock as it split her sex repeatedly.

Of course the big red butt plug in her ass, so recently lubricated with grape jelly, didn't make Jim's cock feel any smaller either. Katrina was seriously stuffed now and if it wasn't exactly how I'd imagined getting her pregnant, it would at least be effective, I hoped.

"Ummmm�" Peter sighed, or perhaps groaned would be a better word as my sister-in-law worked her taut lips up and down the shaft of his cock. That was perhaps the biggest surprise of all, the way Cheryl had abandoned all pretense at modesty so quickly and easily. From being my brother's pleasant, but somewhat reserved bride, she'd transformed into something else entirely. Or blossomed is the word I'd like to use, for that's what it is when inhibitions are loosed and reluctance gives way to acceptance. 

Cheryl's beauty was undeniable, like her sexuality as she knelt on the stained kitchen floor completely naked. Peter held her head with his left hand and the video camera with his right, aiming the lens at Cheryl and capturing her oral attentions in living color. I wasn't sure we'd be able to use that video for anything on my website, but I did wonder what sort of home movie Peter and Amy could put together for our private viewing pleasure. It would be quite enjoyable to sit on the sofa between Jim and Daddy, stroking their hard cocks and watching our family antics on the big screen television.

For as much sex as we were having just then, myself and Jim riding Katrina and Cheryl blowing Peter, the kitchen was very quiet. Enough so that the muffled, wet noises of Katrina's mouth working my cunt seemed unusually loud. Much like the sloppy, sucking sounds that Cheryl was making around Peter's swollen member. It almost made me laugh, simply because I do find sex funny sometimes. The way it can be a different experience from one moment to the next, even with the same person. Sometimes our pleasure can be very internalized, almost a private affair regardless of our surroundings, as it seemed to be then. Other times we're vocal and engaging, the experience enjoyed with interaction beyond that necessary for stimulation.

I should like to study that sometime, I thought, but not just then.

"Do you like that, Jim?" I wondered with a smile, breaking the relative silence and he turned his head to see me.

"Mistress?"

"Your wife," I prompted him. "Do you like watching her with another man?"

"I�Mistress," he cleared his throat and turned his gaze back on Cheryl and Peter, "I don't know."

"I think Peter's going to cum before you do," I giggled and Peter lifted his eyes from the viewfinder to grin at me.

"She's pretty good," the man said. "Oh�This won't take long!"

"You should fuck her," I decided, although it really was up to Cheryl. "Turn around, Slave-Sister, let Peter fuck you."

I heard the wet *pop* sound as Cheryl pulled Peter's cock from her mouth and she looked at me over her shoulder. "Do you want me to, Mistress?" the girl asked and I pursed my lips. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," I said, rewarding Cheryl with a smile as she stood up slowly. What was the point of having a slave for a sister-in-law if I couldn't tell her what to do? 

Cheryl moved to the side of the table, so that Jim was to her right and I was to the left, with Katrina stretched out before her. The pregnant woman leaned over casually, as if she'd done this a thousand times before, crossing her arms on the thin tabletop next to Katrina's side. Cheryl pushed her ass back, spreading her legs slightly and giving Peter a small wag of her hips. It was cute, a very sexy act, and I think even Jim was amused by it, or at least aroused�As if he wasn't already. He was fucking Katrina faster now, perhaps able to concentrate a little better as he no longer had to turn his head to see his wife.

"Why are you filming everything?" Cheryl asked, which was such an obvious question it made me laugh. Peter as well and he gave Cheryl a shrug as it was decidedly up to me to do any and all explaining.

"Peter is our photographer," I pushed my cunt down on Katrina's mouth, grinding myself against her face nicely. "I had him come up from Vegas to get some pictures for the web site."

"Um, do I need a condom or�" Peter asked, stroking his cock as he stood behind Cheryl and filmed her ass. 

"Am I going to be on the internet?" Cheryl posed for the camera, spreading her legs even wider as Peter bent his knees and tracked the camera lower to get a nice shot of the young woman's cunt and she seemed to enjoy it a lot.

"Do you want to be?" I asked her seriously.

"I'm already pregnant," Cheryl told Peter with a giggle. "Cum inside me, okay?"

"You are?" Peter grinned back at her. "I'm afraid to ask who the husband is."

"What?" Jim frowned at that.

"Uh, no offense," Peter said quickly.

"Never mind him," Cheryl wrinkled her nose at her husband.

"Are you getting tired, slave?" I asked katrina, lifting my pussy and shifting a little so I could see her flushed face wet with my juices.

"No Mistress," she breathed, licking her lips and smiling up at me. 

"Let me see your ass, honey�" Peter told Cheryl and that was him all over, once he had a camera in his hands he thought he was God, "�Spread your cheeks for me."

"Do you like your brother's cock? Does it feel good?" I asked Katrina.

"It feels�Good, Mistress," Katrina said slowly, as if she wanted to use a different word. "He's been fucking me a long time."

"Yes he has," I giggled and looked at my brother. "I'm beginning to wonder what he's doing down there."

"Me?" Jim blinked as he realized we were talking about him. Mostly he'd been watching as Peter fingered Cheryl's juicy pussy and captured her most private places on video.

"Your ass is perfect," Peter decided and Cheryl laughed at him.

"We'll have to put it on the site then," I sighed and repeated my earlier question, "Do you want to be a model, Cheryl?"

"I don't know�Someone might see me," she replied. "Mistress."

"Everyone will see you," I giggled, reaching down to grab Katrina's tits. I'd been trying to resist them but it was hard, they looked so yummy.

"Stick a finger in your ass, Cheryl. Suck it first, get it wet," Peter suggested, slipping back into photographer mode. "Yeah�Everybody's going to love you�Keep going�Just finger your ass�I'm getting it�"

I honestly think he'd rather take pictures and film other people having sex than do it himself. Peter was weird that way. Even having a 20 year old women bent over and ready for his cock wasn't enough to completely distract him from his real passion, his true love. I won't pretend to understand it, but perhaps we're all that way. Peter was just more fortunate, or less perhaps, in that his dedication to photography was practical when it came to sex. I mean, voyuerism is a legitimate fetish, a powerful one for those caught in it, and Peter just happened to have a job that catered to his fetish. Or something. It was interesting and frustrating all at once because I did want to see him fuck my sister-in-law in front of her husband.

Cheryl was giggling and doing everything and anything Peter wanted her to and it was love at first sight, I thought. Between her and the camera, I mean. She really got into it. I tolerated being photographed, and Katrina enjoyed the intimacy of it, but Cheryl�She was fucking that camera, and I'd known a few models who were into that. The nastier they got, the hotter it was for them and I never knew what it was that had them so turned on by it. Maybe it was the attention, or knowing they were caught forever, or perhaps it was just the idea that thousands of people would see her just like that, lusting and loving her, masturbating to her photographs. Exhibitionism.

It was enough to make me wonder if Cheryl and Peter weren't a match made in heaven.

Thankfully, having Cheryl playing the wanton slut for Peter's efforts was enough to push my brother over the edge finally. Jim loved the girl, no doubt about that, and he enjoyed a strong physical attraction for his wife. Not all men do, although I'd pity the man who'd admit it, but Jim did. Whatever he thought of Peter and the idea of seeing Cheryl suck and perhaps fuck the man, Jim did like watching his wife pose for the camera and she knew it. Not all of her enthusiasm was for Jim's benefit, but a portion of it was and that was bringing them both off.

"I'm going to cum�Jesus, she's so tight in there�" Jim was fucking Katrina hard and giving her his attention once again. 

I think we were all staring at his cock as Jim rammed himself in and out of the girl, pulling her smallish cunt lips out and then shoving them inside as they clung to the shaft. Peter was filming them now, capturing the moment for our website and we'd announce it happily. Katrina trying to get pregnant, fucking a man and taking his semen inside her eager cunt. 

"Yeah�Cum inside her, slave�Fuck her good�" I breathed, feeling my own orgasm coming any moment. 

"Are you cumming?" Cheryl giggled, bring her mouth to Katrina's flesh and kissing the girl, licking at her skin. Cheryl pressed her cheek against the other woman's tummy, staring at her husband's cock as Jim's orgasm approached.

Katrina was moaning beneath me, her mouth barely working now as she fought for air beneath my juicing cunt. I squeezed her tits roughly, digging my fingers into her hot cream covered breasts and pushing and pulling at them in time with my brother's deep thrusts. I was rolling my hips, fucking Katrina's face and Peter moved around to the other side so he could get Cheryl in the frame when captured Jim's orgasm�Except there wasn't going to be a money shot. Jim was going to be nice and deep, his swollen cockhead reaching for the soft bottleneck of Katrina's cervix when he came. 

"Cum inside her!" Cherl told him, digging her fingers into her sex and she was close to her own climax, I realized. "Knock her up, Jim! Put a baby in her!"

"Oh fuck yesssss�" My brother jammed his cock as far inside the girl as he could and groaned loudly, and we all knew he was cumming hard. 

Katrina moaned loudly and the muscles in her arms and legs grew tight as she strained against her bonds. She could feel him, I hoped, feel that sweet baby-making sperm flooding her womb and I was cumming too. My body shook and I gasped with pleasure, feeling my cunt collapse upon the emptiness inside, pouring my orgasm onto Katrina's face and I moved myself around frantically, rubbing my pussy all over the girl's mouth and cheeks and nose. It was a good cum, a warm pleasant little climax while I stared at the place where my brother's pelvis met Katrina's, imagining Jim's cock way up inside her.

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"Over here, assume your position, Slave-Brother," I pointed to a spot on the kitchen floor, out of the way and my brother obeyed me quickly.

He was turning out to be a pretty good slave and I thought that with a few weeks or maybe a month of dedicated training he'd be a genuine submissive, even if Jim's limits were rather soft for my tastes. But even that was okay because it left him with a lot of room to grow.

Slave-Brother's position, as he well remembered, was on his knees with his back straight and head up. His hands on top of his head, fingers laced and elbows straight, his shoulders back. Jim's cock was hard again, not quite so painfully stiff as it had been earlier, but hard enough to please me. I gave it a playful slap and told him to stay there, I'd let him watch what was going on as a reward for fucking Katrina so good.

I'd checked Katrina's ropes as soon as I'd recovered from my orgasms. She'd eaten my cunt nicely, as she always did, and had even managed to dig most of my dad's sperm out of my cunt, although not all of it certainly. He'd planted me with healthy load of potent seed and I had to wonder briefly about what we might have done. But there was little enough I could do about it just then and I'd be dripping his incestuous seed for a while yet, probably until I could get a real shower. But that would have to wait.

My parents still weren't back yet and I suspected that either they were having a good talk about what was going on in their kitchen, my mom trying to convince my father it was okay for the one day, or the weekend maybe; or else Daddy was fucking her and that was a pleasant thought. My mom had gotten warmed up playing with Katrina, she'd be into some good hard cock right about then, even if I'd rather my dad saved his sperm for Katrina's womb. Hopefully Mom had talked Daddy out of wearing a condom, although I really had no idea how they'd feel about trying for another baby. It was a fantasy for me, but a reality for them and not a small decision, of course.

And Cheryl was getting off with Peter and that was probably the biggest surprise, seeing my cute, pregnant, and once reserved sister-in-law posing like a seriously nasty porn slut. She was fucking herself slowly, letting Peter not only capture her splayed pussy, but the look of genuine pleasure on Cheryl's face. Maybe I'd find a good one and have Amy spam the newsgroups with it. Not that we liked to spam anyone really, that crap was for loser sites and trolls, but it would get me off knowing Cheryl's picture was all over the internet�and she'd never get it back. But I wouldn't do that really, at least not without her written consent first. 

"Why don't you get some more pictures of her sucking your cock?" I chuckled, speaking to Peter. "Since you're too busy to give her the fuck she needs."

"You want me to suck his cock again, Mistress?" Cheryl smiled at me and Peter just shook his head with a grin. He did want to fuck her and his erection was still poking out through his open zipper, but they'd taken too long to get around to it and I was going to make the man wait.

"Yes, slave." I nodded. "Over here, in front of your husband. Suck Peter off, I want to see your face painted."

"Heh!" Peter chuckled. "You're teasing, right?"

"Me?" I mocked a pout. "You know me better than that, come on. We need some of that, uh�"

"Bukakke?" Peter offered and we both laughed. If anyone would know the word, it was him.

"Yeah!" I nodded. "Seriously. Make a mess on her, we're doing everything else today."

I'd actually intended to get Cheryl sucking Jim's cock, sort of forcing the woman to give her husband a little love, since she'd given him enough punishment already. A little carrot was always good after a lot of stick, but I'll be the first to admit that I did love using the stick. Seeing his wife with a faceful of semen would probably be a reward for Jim anyway.

"Get some raincoat shots. Yeah. Now I'm a real pornographer!" Peter was giggling like a schoolboy as he stood just a few feet in front of my brother, who kept his position and just stared as his pregnant wife got on her knees once more for a man she'd just met. 

"Raincoater's point of view?" I smiled, moving to the suitcase and looking through it. "Is that what it's called?"

Peter didn't hear me though; he was busy shooting pictures of Cheryl working to free his penis. It was a nice one too. Longer than average, a healthy seven inches probably, and fat like my brother's. Cheryl would have a good time trying to choke that down and I wondered if she was any good at that sort of thing. I'd never seen her suck a cock before.

"Eyes up�Up here, Cheryl�Fuck, I love you," Peter was nodding, just barely, trying to keep his camera on Cheryl's face as she licked his big cock slowly. "Jesus�Wear my cock now, just put it on your face�That's it�Smile�Marry me, Cheryl�Roll your eyes, all around slow�We'll live with my parents�Open up�Wider�Tongue down, let me see�Yeah�"

"Ohhhh�Look what I found," I said to Katrina, holding up a large zip bag lock full of clamps and clips and chains. "You just couldn't decide, huh?"

"Mmmm�" she smiled at me, "�They're all so pretty, Mistress."

Katrina was practically purring, my beautiful slave spread eagle on mom's kitchen table. Her body stained with food, her face shiny with my juices. Sperm ran from her gaping pink sex like thin, melted ice cream and her asshole was stuffed with that plug. She was so perfect I wanted to make her cry.

I grabbed a dishtowel out of Mom's kitchen cabinet, she'd been keeping them in the same drawer for twenty years, and I wiped the whipped cream off Katrina's nipples, dabbing at them like I was particular about her mess, and she was grinning at me.

It was a big baggy the girl had filled and only a real S/m enthusiast would ever call those devices beautiful, but that's what they were. I emptied it out in a pile of loose metal, because they were all stainless steel. Most of the clamps were spring tension, others were ratcheted, and some were wound and bent, single piece clamps. Some were fixed with chains of differing lengths, many of them had sharp teeth, like alligator clips, other's were flat like bulldogs. They all had their uses, and most of them more than one.

I found the particular things I wanted easily enough, but shook my head with frustration as I had to work the chains free of a dozen other clamps. 

"This is why we keep them separated, slave," I frowned at Katrina and she tried to look contrite. "Interrupting a perfectly good scene because I have to sort all this�crap�"

"Sorry, Mistress," Katrina apologized.

"You should be," I nodded. "You will be."

I had what I wanted now and I didn't have to explain what I was dong, Katrina knew exactly what I was holding and why. It was actually three clamps, two smaller, sharp toothed spring clips on either end of a twelve inch chain. That chain was threaded through another, larger spring clamp, this one like a bulldog clip. It had wide, paddle-like jaws which resembled half-moons, and it was very sturdy and quite strong.

I clamped Katrina's nipples quickly and easily, since they were hard and about as long as they ever got by themselves. If I'd wanted to I might have used her rings, but they were 18K gold and not very strong. Gold is about worthless for anything but decoration so far as BDSM is concerned and for games like this we normally exchanged her gold rings for a much sturdier pair of surgical steel rings. Clamps worked just as well though, and they had the added benefit of pain, although it was as much psychological as it was physical in most instances. Katrina certainly didn't mind them.

"Give me your tongue, slave," I yanked Katrina's tits hard with that chain now connected between them. 

She took a little breath and did as she was told, staring at my face as Katrina extended her soft pink tongue. I always enjoyed clamping the girl's tongue for some reason, I'm not sure why. There had to be some sort of symbolism to it. I could have chained her tits to her collar easily enough, but clamping her tongue�I liked it a lot. I made sure the clamp was in the correct position, because the tongue is a pretty tough little muscle, but like any other part of the human body it does have its strengths and weaknesses.

"Okay?" I smiled at Katrina, thinking she looked quite lovely like that. 

Her tits pulled hard on the clamp holding her tongue, because that chain wasn't long at all, not for that purpose. Katrina lifted her head, as if that might ease the tension, but it helped only slightly. Her tongue was pressed flat and being stretched with what I understood to be more of a dull ache than any sort of sharp pain; I'd never had my tongue clamped. When her neck grew tired and Katrina lowered her head to the table, the chain would pull against her tongue and nipples even more, tugging her breasts up so that the soft pale undersides were exposed more plainly.

That was why I was getting my riding crop from the suitcase.

"�What a fucking slut�Mouth my balls you whore�Look at me�Look up here, bitch!" 

Peter was holding the back of Cheryl's head, his fingers deep in her auburn hair, holding her mouth to his testicles while his hard dripping cock rode back and forth over her pretty face. He had his trousers down around his ankles, showing off his pale hairy legs and a rather cute ass actually, I'd never noticed before, but Peter had some nice hard buns. He was still snapping away at her with his camera too, capturing more memories for us all to enjoy later.

"Finding your Dominant streak, Peter?" I grinned at him. "I had no idea."

"Jesus, Susan�I want to take this girl home with me," he smiled and he looked almost serious. "I mean it, I'm in love."

"Hear that, Slave-Brother?" I stepped close, having time enough while I let those clamps work on Katrina. 

"Yes, Mistress," Jim was watching his new bride of less than six months, his pregnant wife, take Peter's balls in her mouth, moaning around them as she ran her hand up and down the back of the man's thighs.

SLAP!

I whipped Jim's cock, but only lightly, only enough to get his attention on me where it belonged.

"Mistress?" he gasped, looking up at me with his eyes, but keeping his head straight.

"I'm going to play with Katrina's tits, slave," I played the leather loop of my crop across my brother's firm chest. "I want you to clean her up while I do it."

"Yes, Mistress," he nodded and I knew he was thinking I meant something else.

"Crawl over there, don't get up, and get your mouth on her cunt," I slapped his body gently with the crop. "You made the mess, so you get to clean it up."

"My Mouth?" Jim blinked at me. "I thought, uh�Yes, Mistress." 

He reddened with the immediate understanding that I was going to have him sucking his own sperm out of Katrina's pussy. He might not like it, but that was okay, it wouldn't hurt him to find out what he tasted like. A lot of subbies learned to like that sort of thing eventually. What's good for the goose�

"I want you in me," Cheryl was breathing in between licks and sucks and wet, lip-smacking kisses along the length of Peter's cock. "I want you to fuck me now."

"Ummm�Yeah," Peter was thinking the same thing and now that I had Jim cleaning Katrina's pussy there was really no reason not to let Peter and Cheryl have their fun. 

"Ah, go ahead and fuck her, Peter?" I grinned at the man. "Got any condoms?"

"Uhh�Shit, I'm clean Susan," he smiled at me. "You know that."

I did know that, since I had him tested every month and that was just a routine thing. Not that I'd ever expected to have sex with him, but simply because we required all our employees to be clean as part of our health plan. Nevada was a great state for entertainers, there were HMO's dedicated to escorts and prostitutes. Of course our plan really applied only to Katrina, myself, and our models, in a practical sense, but by definition it included Kristine, Amy, and to a limited extent, Peter and our part-time models as well since we listed them on our payroll. Or something like that, I had to take Kristine's word for it and Peter had to give blood the second Tuesday of every month. 

Of course that might have been because Peter was fucking Amy on a semi-regular basis too and she wasn't much for taking chances with anyone.

"Do you want Peter to fuck you, Slave-Sister?" I asked Cheryl, as if she hadn't already been begging for it.

"Ummph-mmmphhh�" she was nodding, or so it seemed to me.

"I'll take that as a yes," Peter nodded.

"Don't spoil her, Peter," I grinned at him.

"She knows she's a whore," Peter laughed. "Let me see your face�Open your mouth�" 

I watched as Peter held Cheryl's red face in his hand, and she opened her wet mouth wide as he let a large wad of spittle drop from his mouth into hers, the silvery strand connecting them for a moment as she swallowed his saliva eagerly. And then he was kissing her, his tongue pressing between Cheryl's lips as Peter bent over, gripping her face tightly. And she was kissing him back, eagerly in fact, and I didn't think Cheryl cared very much about her wedding vows at that moment.

It occurred to me that as much as Jim wanted a Dominant wife, Cheryl might have been looking for a Dominant husband. She could have been testing Jim, wanting him to put her in her place, so to speak. She'd gotten angry about his cheating and maybe looked for Jim to tell her that he not only fucked around, but he liked it, and Cheryl was not only going to accept it, she was going to watch next time�While my brother had only wanted to be caught, punished, and forgiven for it.

I couldn't know exactly what was going on, the two of them definitely had some issues though, and I was beginning to think they were more than a little mismatched, however much I wished the opposite were true. Seeing Peter, who wasn't a real Dom at all, topping Cheryl so easily, it was almost shocking. The woman was into it, being verbally abused especially and Peter had figured that out quickly.

My brother and his wife were a real puzzle and I'd been jumping to a lot of conclusions which may not have been accurate. But life is like that and I liked to live and learn.

"Have fun," I giggled and I left the two of them, but only moving a dozen feet to the other side of Mom's big kitchen. 

"Get your mouth in there, slave," I pushed my brother's face against the raw soggy mess of Katrina's cunt, making her moan with a cute bleating sound reminiscent of a lamb. Having the tongue stretched painfully tended to do that. It's almost as effective as a real gag.

Jim had been more or less looking at my lover's sex, kissing around it like he was afraid to get his tongue dirty with his own sperm. I held his mouth against her hole and kept him there, telling Jim I'd suffocate him if he didn't get his tongue inside Katrina's dirty cunt and start digging out cum. 

He wasn't bound of course, the only thing really making him do it were his twin desires to be humiliated and to please me. That was all the motivation he needed and I let him go as I saw his mouth working finally and I stared at him, slapping his ass with my crop, until I was satisfied that he was swallowing his own cum.

It was good for Katrina obviously; she worked her ass off the table, trying to grind her pussy to Jim's mouth and succeeding somewhat. I'd left her plenty of slack in her bondage so that she had at least enough freedom to fuck her new brother's tongue.

"Do we really need to count, Katrina?" I asked her, having moved to stand close to her exposed breasts. 

"Nhhmmm�" she shook her head slightly, watching the crop caress her tits with wide blue eyes. It had been to long since we'd played anything too hard and we both wanted it desperately.

"No," I smiled. "I'll whip your tits until I'm happy, okay? Do you want me to be happy, slave?"

"Uhnnn-mmmph," she nodded carefully, making a sweet whimpering sound as the clamps were strained by even that small motion.

Her tongue was darker now and it had been clamped a good ten minutes, but I could leave it for ten more easily before I took it off and let blood flow back into the starving tissue. That would be a pain of a different sort. The clips on her nipples were small, but strong, and they'd bitten deep, drawing tiny beads of blood. They were swelling too, growing ruby red, and I played the leather of my crop across them for a minute.

"Don't close your eyes Katrina," I smiled at her and she took a deep breath, so that her breasts seemed to swell even more, just for me. 

SNAP!!

I brought the crop down on her left tight, as much horizontally as vertically, so that I caught the soft underside of it hard. My slave went tense and a guttural groan escaped heavily from her lungs, muffled somewhat by the oddity of her clamped tongue.

SNAP!! 

I caught the other breast, with similar results, making Katrina writhe with pain. I was whipping her breasts hard, much harder than I'd ever do it with anyone else. This was not the fun and games I'd demonstrated earlier, but something calculated to be brutal. Katrina had been pushing her limits for a very long time and they exceeded my own; this was about as rough as I would ever get with her. 

SNAP!!

The sound of the crop whistling briefly through the air is always a pleasant one and the sound of Katrina's flesh yielding was a sharp slapping sound. Katrina's body jerked and the table beneath her groaned as her legs and arms fought the ropes holding her in place. 

SNAP!!

I was striking her slowly, methodically; one breast and then the other so that she could anticipate the blows, concentrate on each one individually and savor the immediacy of it. The explosion of pain that lingered long after I'd cocked my arm for another.

SNAP!!

Katrina had welts now, long red lines of pain rising from her milky flesh. They were hot and blistered and already the skin around them was becoming discolored with the small bruising that was unavoidable. She'd wear these marks for a week probably, perhaps longer although Katrina was always a fast healer and I would attend to her carefully.

SNAP!!

I laid another�She was breathing hard, flushed red all over and staring at me through lidded eyes. She wanted it, more and more and she was close to where she wanted to be, depending on me to bring her there. This was trust of a sort we could never share with another living soul.

SNAP!!

And another, and more after that. I grew hot and sweating, as much from the emotional excitement as anything physical on my part. My exertions were more mental, forcing myself be patient, to count slowly to ten between every stroke, ensuring that I'd give Katrina time to recover and prepare, but not so much as to bore the girl. I'd count and let out a breath slowly and bring my crop down hard so that it struck the spot I'd selected.

SNAP!!

It's an art form, using a crop, or a switch, or any other tool of such kind. I was painting Katrina with it, creating a masterpiece if you will, but only in our hearts and heads. The ribbons of pain that now criss-crossed her beautiful and once immaculate breasts were attractive to me, and would be to Katrina once she examined them, but the real truth of it was inside us. That connection we shared as I whipped her tits not with cruelty, but only love in its purest form.

SNAP!!

I had no idea how many strokes I'd given Katrina, but I could count them still if I wanted. They were in my memory, each of them, the way a chess player can replay a game hours, or even days after it's finished. Years if it was particularly good. I could recall every stroke of my crop on Katrina's tits. But I didn't want to know how many she'd taken, it was unimportant as I knew well enough how much I was willing to give, and it was always less than she was willing to receive. Katrina was limp now, weak and breathing hard with a rasping sound in her throat. She'd been screaming, in her own fashion, moaning you might think, and her mouth was dry.

"Get a glass of water�" I pushed at my brother who had stopped licking Katrina's cunt some while before and had merely watched us.

I unclamped her tongue, stroking Katrina's face and her eyes were glassy and Katrina moved her tongue only slightly, the corners of her mouth turning upward as she focused slowly on me.

My brother hurried with the water, moving past his wife who was on her hands and knees, getting fucked hard now by Peter. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, their breathing and sharp gasps, filling the kitchen.

I lifted Katrina's head gently and held the glass to her mouth, more or less pouring just a little across her swollen tongue. I told Jim to untie her and then we'd bring Katrina upstairs where I'd bathe her gently, washing and soothing her, loving her as she came down from our little scene. 

"Mistress." The word was barely understandable, but she was smiling now, the water reviving her, the endorphins wearing off slowly, the adrenaline thinning in Katrina's blood. 

She would feel the pain again soon, but for the moment Katrina was beyond it, in the place she'd wanted to go. It was the best high in the world, better than any drug or drink, better than any of my kisses. For whatever reason only pain could take her there and she would thank me for it later.

I'd found my own enjoyment in whipping her, in serving as her Top, being somewhat sadistic in my pleasures. I'd gotten my reward already, but Katrina would want to spoil me just the same, because that's what slaves do for the Mistress they love. And of course I'd spoil Katrina obscenely, because I was irresponsibly selfish when it came to pleasing her. She'd taken the crop and it would be some time before we'd play heavy again, do something else that would leave lasting marks on her body. And in between I'd make love to her, play at scenes which were sensual more than painful, tormenting her mentally more than physically. 

We stayed there for a few minutes, while Katrina drank her water slowly, stretching her limbs weakly, and watching as Peter and Cheryl made love in front of her husband. I had Jim in his proper position, close by so he could observe his new wife and how much she loved to fuck other men.

Cheryl was on her back now, on that messy floor with her legs over Peter's shoulders and she was urging him to fuck her deep. To fill her married cunt with sperm. She promised Jim that he could clean her up afterwards and I wondered if Cheryl intended to cuckold the man. I didn't think Jim would be willing to go that far, but I could have been wrong. His cock was hard again, strong and standing stiffly at attention as his wife grunted and groaned beneath Peter's rapidly thrusting member.

He'd cum once already, or so Cheryl was boasting breathlessly, telling Jim how good it had felt to have another man's sperm inside her belly. Cheryl's only regret was that she was already pregnant, but only because she wanted to feel that emotional peak of being impregnated by a stranger while her husband watched. I was sure she was just teasing him, but still, it was impossible for me to know for certain. If she was serious I'm sure Peter wouldn't mind giving her a baby someday, or my dad for that matter. He just needed a little push, but once he was going�

Yeah, I'd have Cheryl fucking my father before the night was through, and Jim would fuck me. Katrina and her womb would just have to share. I wanted everything all at once, which was ever one of my faults. Daddy would fuck his daughter-in-law, Jim would fuck me, and Peter could try my mother's cunt on for size, which seemed a terribly nasty thought and I smiled at it.

I'd whip her too, my dear mother. I'd give her the same as I'd given Katrina, clamping her tongue to her tits, whipping the breasts that I'd nursed from. She'd appreciate it; I knew that much about my mom. She was longing to try something serious. I'd have to tie her down too, and give her something to hold, a red scarf perhaps, so she could drop it if she needed to safe out. 

Katrina and I knew each other well, but Mom was still learning and I was learning about her, so we'd play strictly within the rules. And that was a pleasure all its own, being my mother's teacher after so many years of learning from her. I was going to be a very busy Mistress sorting all of these things out, keeping all my new slaves busy and happy. It wasn't going to be easy, or even enjoyable all of the time, but it would be worth it in the end, and I was always up for a challenge.

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Chapter 17: Epilogue