Both girls were wearing what were by now fairly standard slutty outfits for them – short belt skirts with no panties whose hems left their twats showing, tight braless tops cropped below their nipples to show their underboob, and stripper heels. Laura had coordinated both of them in matching pink. They looked like prostitute Barbies.
Alistair had a large-ish house in the outer suburbs – all one story, modern design, with a pool in the backyard. When Laura arrived, she was welcomed in by Alistair, who welcomed her by reaching between her legs and pinching her clitoris while kissing her on the lips. This was his first time officially meeting Erica, but it didn’t stop him from doing exactly the same to her. Erica passively let him abuse her clitoris and stick his tongue down her throat – Laura had warned her she would be repeatedly raped tonight, which Erica had accepted submissively.
It became clear the new girls – the rape offerings, Laura supposed – were being entertained out the back by the pool, presumably so they wouldn’t see the slutty outfits of Alistair’s slave-girls and freak out until the men were ready. The whores, meanwhile, were collected in the front room.
Laura was pleased and amused to see Katy in the new state that Alistair kept her in – naked, crawling on all fours, collared. Her pregnant belly was beginning to show, though her tits were not yet swollen with milk. “Say hello, Katy-cow,” Alistair said. “Mooooo,” said Katy unhappily, then crawled over to Laura and raised her head expectantly. Laura lifted her skirt hem, and Katy gave Laura’s cunt a welcoming lick. Laura almost orgasmed at the humiliation and degradation in Katy’s eyes.
Candy was dressed as a kind of maid. She had a short frilly lace skirt that concealed nothing, a lace collar, black stockings and heels. She was topless, her big bimbo tits on display, and Alistair had hung a serving tray from them. The tray was connected to a belt that went around the thinnest part of her waist, and it was supported in a flat position by cords connected to clamps on Candy’s nipples. Her tits thus supported the whole weight of the tray, which must have been substantial as it currently bore a full bottle of champagne and two glasses. Candy’s hands were cuffed behind her back, forcing her to just her tortured tits forward and giving her no way to seek release from the weight. Laura could see tears in Candy’s eyes. She went over to the slut, poured herself and Erica glasses of champagne, and was careful to put the bottle back on the tray with unnecessary force, just to watch it pull at the blonde bitch’s udders.
There were other girls in the front room, of course. One was a big-titted brunette girl in an elegant evening dress. Laura couldn’t see her tits OR her cunt and was wondering why she was here, until Alistair explained. “This is Candy’s lesbian date, Natalie,” he said. “Apparently she’s been hitting on Candy for months, and Candy’s been turning her down because Candy claimed to not be a lesbian. When we gave Candy so little time to find a date today, she didn’t have any choice but to turn to Natalie. Apparently she even went so far as to *beg* Natalie to come, and told her that Natalie would probably get to *rape* Candy.”
Natalie smiled and raised her wine glass in a toast. “I can’t wait,” she said, smiling broadly, looking at pretty, abused Candy. Laura kept her own thoughts to herself – Natalie might think she was going to be dominating her friend tonight, but Laura was pretty sure Natalie would get raped too.
“And you’ll never guess who Candy brought us as our rape offering,” Alistair continued. “Her own little sister, Hayley! Candy must have been pretty desperate to find someone. She’s out by the pool – we’ll have some fun with her later.”
That left Katy’s girls, of course. Katy had already had to rape three friends for Alistair to be allowed to stay in his house, and all three were in the front room tonight. None of them had come to the house dressed slutty – all three had started out dressed as if for church, which made sense as they were obviously Katy’s church friends. After arriving, Alistair had removed their tops, leaving them in long modest skirts with their tits exposed. He had them kneeling in a row by the wall.
The first, Paige, a pretty blonde, was Katy’s “lesbian date”. Laura’s internal instinct to degrade women classified her as “a medium-titted rapekitten”. Laura later learned Paige and Katy had been friends since primary school. Paige had cried all through Katy’s rape of her – at least when her mouth wasn’t full of Katy’s cunt – and cried more when Katy had taken pictures of her naked body and threatened to show them to the church community if Paige wasn’t a good little sex slave. But like a proper Christian, Paige had forgiven Katy, and like a good friend had agreed to do whatever it took to help Katy in the desperate situation she had found herself in, even if that meant doing horrible sinful lesbian things with Katy. She was in denial about the fact she orgasmed whenever Katy tongued her pussy, though.
The second, Elle, a small-titted redhead bitch, had turned out to already be a lesbian and a submissive, albeit a closeted one. She had responded to her raping with passion and enthusiasm, and had barely needed to be blackmailed to service Katy’s pussy. She had been less excited when she discovered she would have to fuck men too, and Katy had had to hold her down for her first raping by Alistair. The girls had kissed as Alistair ploughed Elle’s twat, and that had helped a little.
The third, Rachael, was another blonde, although with noticeably bigger udders that Paige. Laura learned she had been a cheerleader at Katy’s school, that she and Katy had never gotten along, and that Katy had taken a vicious joy in drugging, photographing and raping the large-titted bitch. Alistair told Laura that, entirely unbidden, Katy had volunteered to flog Rachael’s tits with a belt for him, which he enjoyed, and that on another occasion he’d put a pink wig on Rachael and told Katy to call her friend “Laura”, and Katy had literally orgasmed from hurting and torturing the girl. It seemed Katy harbored some messed up feelings for large-breasted women, and particularly Laura, who had so willingly sold Katy into slavery.
Katy’s offering was out by the pool, an innocent-looking brunette named Victoria, still in her best Sunday church dress, complete with adorable headband. Victoria was another close friend of Katy’s, someone who Katy had loved and been close to for years, and Katy had been having occasional crying jags for the last couple of hours at the knowledge she was arranging for her friend’s rape and enslavement. Alistair had told Katy she was forever forbidden from admitting she had been told to do this – they were going to present this to Victoria as all having been Katy’s idea, that Katy had begged them to rape her friend.
And of course there was Taylor. Wet-cunted and emotionally numb, Laura was able to suppress her own feelings about betraying her friend and concentrate on how good it would be to see her naked and crying with a fat cock penetrating her twat.
With all the girls present, Alistair carefully locked and deadbolted all the doors, then went outside to invite the new girls in.
Taylor, Victoria and Hayley emerged from the pool enclosure into the main room. Laura liked the look of Hayley – she was a buxom blonde teen, maybe 19 years old, a younger version of Candy who had not yet upgraded to the fake tits of her sister. Behind the three came the rest of the management group – Chelle, dressed in an elegant and sexy cocktail dress; John, in a suit; and Harrison similarly besuited, accompanied by his redhead trophy wife Karen (whose fake tits rivalled Candy’s).
Harrison surreptiously locked the exterior door behind him as he entered.
The new girls looked around and what was before them – Katy naked and crawling, Candy in her torturous bare-titted maid suit, Laura and Erica dressed as lesbian Barbies. Their eyes widened. Hayley immediately turned and tried to bolt back outside. Harrison gave her a sharp push, causing her to fall backwards onto the floor, her skirt riding up to expose her cute white panties.
“Welcome to the party, sluts,” laughed John, catching Taylor in a chokehold. Chelle and Karen grabbed Victoria and began ripping at her top, tearing it to expose her conservative bra. Harrison followed Hayley to the floor, kneeling between her legs, putting a firm hand to her throat to hold her down.
“Don’t just stand there, bitches,” Alistair said to the pre-raped sluts. “Help.”
Obediently Katy crawled over to Victoria and helped Chelle and Karen get her to the ground. She pulled at Victoria’s skirt as Victoria kicked her legs futilely, eventually removing it, and then pulled Victoria’s lacy panties down her legs to bare her cunt. Laura was amused to see Victoria’s cunt was shaven – she wondered whether that was the influence of a father who knew how to present his daughter, or just that Victoria wasn’t quite the good church girl she seemed. She watched as Chelle knelt between Victoria’s legs and began to lick and bite Victoria’s cunt, while Karen kissed Victoria passionately on unwilling lips.
Candy dithered futilely for a moment, wondering how to manage the fact she was cuffed and had a tray hanging from her tits, before finally mincing over to her sister and kneeling with her cunt over Hayley’s face. She lowered her twat to her sister’s lips, effectively pinning her sister’s head to the ground and muffling her screams. Candy was crying as she felt her sister struggling against her pussy, and crying as she felt her pussy wettening from the stimulation of her sister’s mouth. Freed from the need to hold Hayley’s throat, Harrison was able to remove Hayley’s skirt and panties, extract his own dick, and push it into the teen’s tight cunt. He sighed happily, then reluctantly unhooked Candy’s tray from her nipples so he could kiss the blonde bimbo while he fucked her sister.
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