Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 16:42:07 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: 17th summer 31 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 31 Monday dawned hazy and strange, full of uncertainties and possibilities. I sat up in bed and thought to myself, all that stuff I thought I remembered from the night before -- had it really happened? I couldn't quite believe it. But then I saw, piled on a chair, the clothes I'd had to borrow from Madeleine because she'd sliced up mine. After breakfast I ambled over to Madeleine's and spent some time just wandering around, neatening up here and there. I took out the trash, a little tingle running through me as I saw Hannah's and my ruined clothes. Tina turned up around 3 o'clock and we spent the afternoon hanging around, catching some sun, saying very little. Things had gotten unpredictable and exciting and I think we didn't want to break the spell by talking too much about it. Madeleine came home around 7. It was mid-August now and so by the time the three of us sat down for dinner, the sun was going down. There wasn't much talk as we ate the soup and sandwiches I'd made. Nobody mentioned Hannah, but there was no doubt she was on all of our minds. Then, just as it was getting really dark out, there was a knock at the back door. Madeleine stood up, said "You girls wait here," and walked out. Tina and I were on pins and needles as we waited patiently, wondering what was happening on the other side of the house. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the door opened -- and there was Hannah, naked, with a studded collar around her neck and a red ball gag in her mouth. She came into the dining room with Madeleine right behind her. "Hannah and I have had a discussion about the conditions under which she will be allowed to enter my house," Madeleine said. "She is here to serve as an instrument of our pleasure. Therefore, she may not wear clothes except when she's just walked in and when she's about to leave. Second, she must wear this collar at all times, to symbolize the fact that she needs to be controlled. Finally, she will wear the gag at all times unless she's doing something useful with her mouth. For instance, Morgan, will you lift up your skirt please?" I did so. "Panties off." I complied, whereupon Madeleine gave a hand signal to Hannah, who knelt. Madeleine removed Hannah's gag pushed her head forward into my crotch. As Hannah's tongue raked across my pussy, Madeleine took her seat and casually resumed eating her dinner. When I was satisfied Hannah left me and crawled under the table. I saw Tina shift in her seat so that her stepmother could pull off her jeans; then she continued spooning soup into her mouth as if nothing was happening. When I peeked under the table, though, I saw Hannah intently working Tina's cunt with her fingers and mouth. When Tina put her spoon down and leaned back in her chair with her mouth agape, I knew that she was coming; when she picked up the spoon again and went back to her soup, I knew that Hannah had moved on to Madeleine. Some minutes later, when Hannah crawled out from underneath the table, Madeleine fed her a scrap of food off her plate as you might a dog, then strapped her gag into place. Then she laid Hannah face down across her lap and penetrated her with a carrot stick. After dinner we adjourned to the basement, where Hannah was tied spread-eagled and we took turns licking her to the brink of orgasm. When Madeleine finally let her come an hour and a half later, she grunted through the gag and lay still with a faraway look in her eyes. * * * The next couple weeks were very interesting. Our little cabal had grown to four, and there was a very definite hierarchy. Madeleine was on top, of course; she directed our actions, sometimes quietly and sometimes vocally, and her authority was never questioned. Tina and I were in the middle. Sometimes I felt like I was above Tina, since I'd been with Madeleine first and I was older, and because Tina deferred to me in most things. But then something would happen that made it appear that Madeleine favored Tina. Several times she took Tina off to her bedroom for a private fuck session while Hannah and I washed dishes. And periodically Madeleine had me wear my maid's uniform to remind me of my place in the household -- this led to some weird scenes at dinner, where Tina would be dressed like a normal teenager, Madeleine in a suit, me in my uniform, and Hannah in nothing but a collar and gag. Sometimes I got jealous of Tina, but more often we felt like sisters and/or allies. And Hannah was indubitably on the bottom, even though at 35 she was the oldest of the four of us. Madeleine took great delight in degrading her, making her do the most humiliating household tasks in addition to serving as a sex slave not only to Madeleine herself, but also to Tina and me. At times Madeleine focused so much on her subjection of Hannah that I was envious of the amount of attention Hannah got. I went so far once as to ask Madeleine once why she was so hard on Hannah. "It's the hypocrisy," she answered. "She spent her whole adult life not only hiding her true desires, but denouncing people who shared them. It's pathetic. To this day, she's a good little Christian girl at that school all day, then sneaks off here at night to do what she really wants to do. One of these days she's going to have to decide who she really is, but in the meantime, it turns me on to use her this way." I had to admit she had a point, and I also knew that if Hannah wasn't getting off on being subservient, she wouldn't keep coming back. Looking back, I realize that Hannah really wanted to be treated that way, that it made her feel less guilty. She could tell herself that it wasn't her decision to do these terrible, perverted things; no, she was being forced to do it. The person I really felt bad for in all of this was Tina's dad, who had married a closeted lesbian. I imagine he'd gotten very little sex from her and was probably getting none at all now. It had to be kind of lonely around Tina's house these days, I thought -- he must be starting to wonder where his wife and daughter were spending all their time.... Hannah, meanwhile, turned out to be the most insatiable pussy eater I've ever known (and I've known quite a few). She must have been trying to make up for lost time; her tongue was tireless and scenes like the one I just described, where she did all three of us over dinner, were not unusual. The sight of a woman's pubic hair or the merest whiff of her arousal seemed to drive Hannah insane and Tina, in particular, enjoyed making her beg and plead (which counted, in Tina's estimation, as "doing something useful with your mouth"). Of course, Tina in general derived a lot of pleasure from Hannah's lowly position, exacting revenge for Hannah's former strictness. My memories from this period of time includes scenes like these: ..Hannah chained on her hands and knees as Tina and I fuck her from both ends with strap-ons, while Madeleine videotapes... ..Madeleine's bathroom converted to a "spa" where Hannah gives each of us in turn a bath, shaves our legs and underarms, and licks our cunts for good measure... ..a picnic in a secluded park area that turns into a risky but thrilling four-way orgy in the sunshine... ..Tina and Hannah 69ing as Madeleine pours champagne on them, then fucks Hannah with the bottle... ..it's Sunday afternoon and Tina and Hannah are sleeping intertwined on Madeleine's bed; Madeleine takes me to the shower, where she fingers me tenderly while soaping my tits... ..Hannah licking Madeleine's boot, her face a mixture of love, desire, and deference... ..music throbbing, the light red and low as I breathe in the scent of Hannah's steaming cunt above me, see Madeleine's head bobbing between my legs; Tina is draped across the sofa, smiling slyly... ..and lots more. But how can I really capture the flavor of that time? It wasn't just four women who excited each other, driving each other to new heights of rapture. It was that we knew the whole thing was dangerous and tenuous, and couldn't be expected to last for long.