Wolf

After Mistress left, her little yellow sex pill was still pumping in my veins and spurring me on. Kitten’s frenzied state had rescinded, but she was still frantically horny. But mostly I was worried about Red, the way she just laid on her stomach and watched us go at it.

But whatever spell had still hung over Kitten and I affected Red as well. It wasn’t long before her fingers slipped between her thighs. Fuck, it was hot. Watching her stick her ass up in the air so she could toy with herself. Her face was planted into the bed and spittle dribbled out her lip as she began to pant. Her lip curled into a snarl and before long she practically mauled her pussy.

She was shaking when she crawled to us. Kitten had her legs wrapped around me and bounced on my lap. Red grabbed her by her hair and yanked her onto her back before straddling her face. With Kitten eating her out, she turned her attention to me. “Keep fucking her you bastard!”

I suppose I deserved what I got. I wasn’t proud about fucking her throat like I did. No, worse. I was proud, would gladly do it again. And that made me feel filthy. I had given into everything Mistress had wanted… what I had wanted. Red’s hands snaked around my neck and she pressed her thumbs under my chin. It wasn’t long before the lack of oxygen started making my limbs tingle with pins and needles.

“Did you enjoy it? Time of your fucking life?” My eyes watered, there was no way to answer. I would have told her I did; there is no sense in lying about it. The way she gave in to me was thrilling, made me feel powerful. And that seeing her coated in my cum had been something I had imagined and jerked off to constantly. Especially when I was upset with her. I didn’t need to say it. She saw it on my face. And she spit into my eye. “Fucker!”

Kitten began kicking as I screwed her, and she let out a muffled moan. I realized I wasn’t the only one fighting to breathe. Red ground her pussy viciously over her mouth.

“Quiet down you treacherous little cumdump. Fuck! How much did you know about what was going to happen? How hard did you cum when you saw her… saw her using me like that!” Red was in a rage, barely allowing me to breathe as I got dizzier. I was cumming, fuck I was filling Kitten up. And the way her movements went jagged and her toes splayed I knew she was climaxing too.

And then Red whimpered. She slapped me hard across the face and pushed me on my back. Climbing on top she rode me. Not like any time she’s ever been on top before where she slid herself slowly up and down my cock. That was a sensual and intimate experience. No, she was impaling herself on me looking for something that she had got from Mistress. Striking me again and again in frustration.

“Little bitch! You made her cum! Why can’t you make me? Why are you both so fucking useless?!”

It was haunting, the way she howled when I came again. She was like a wounded animal. Pitiful, sad, and dangerous.

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Kitten

I was a mess, had finally had my fill. We had been at it for hours and were all exhausted. This wasn’t the first time Mistress had done something like this to me, but it was by far the worst. And it was personal too. I had watched her claim Red, no doubt about it. I had seen her fuck with people, assert her dominance. But there was so much more to this…

I swallowed back the feeling. I was too tired to deal with it. I had been the only one Mistress had truly called her own. And now there was another. Someone else that she loved. Mistress wasn’t as practiced when I met her. It had taken her a few months to break me in like that. But it was clear as I watched Red being fucked by Wolf. Now we both had needs that only Mistress could sate.

And it was hard to watch Wolf at this point. Red was staring out the window, lying on her back as he thrust into her again and again. He was tryin’ hard. Moving her legs around, rubbing her clit, doing everything he could to try and make her cum.

Red hadn’t gotten off since Mistress left, no matter how hard she tried.

I went over to him and wrapped my arms around his chest. “That’s enough, honey. It ain’t gonna work.”

“No! I can…”

I kissed him on the shoulder. “No, baby. You can’t. Not right now. You gotta be tired. Lay down.”

He went still, Red looked up at him and said nothing. He slowly withdrew his cock and collapsed on the small bed beside her. It’s not like she was angry with him anymore. Red had taken that out on both of us. At this point, she had been drained. Emotionally and physically.

He held onto Red, she just kept lookin’ out the window. I cuddled him from behind. And after a while, we all fell asleep.

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Red

I woke up from our little fuck pile to a knocking at the door. “Oh, so we’re fucking knocking again. Isn’t that nice? Be right there ya cunt.” Mistress… fuck. I wasn’t ready to face her again but there was no point in hiding from her either.

Kitten had somehow gotten turned around and was holding my leg like it was a stuffed animal. Wolf was on top of my arm. Took me a minute to untangle myself from them. Neither seemed to be good at waking up.

Another set of knocks. “Yeah, yeah! I said I’m coming!” No point in getting dressed for her. Not like she hasn’t seen every part of me at this point. I swung the door open. “What the hell do… Wait. Who the fuck are you?”

Kitten sat up and looked out the door. “Oh, hey Lance! Did you just get into town?”

“Hi, Kitten! Yeah! Juniper asked me to bring you guys some food.” A man built like a brick shithouse was holding three covered trays. And I was standing there in the buff, cum crusted in my tangled hair and standing with my mouth hanging open. “And you must be Red, so good to meet you! I’m Lance!”

I slammed the door shut. “What the hell, Red? Don’t be rude, he’s cool!” Kitten got up and ran to the door.

“Kitten, I am naked and covered in fuck. I don’t…” She swung the door open, not caring about her state of undress.

“Sorry about her, she’s new. Red! We’ve all seen each other naked. This is one of Mistress’ fellas. And he’s just a big sweety, isn’t that right?” She reached up and pinched his cheek. He blushed.

“Ha, I guess. Missed you, Kitten. How’s Mistress.”

She laughed, “Oh, like… really fucked up right now. But you better get going, I think Red is gonna pop if I don’t let her get cleaned up.”

“Oh, I have a letter for Red! And Juniper wants to see you and this Wolf guy in an hour. Also this Vixen chick. Do you know where she’s at?”

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Wolf

“She’s tall.” Kitten giggled at me as I stated the obvious.

“This is Juniper. She’s Mistress’ accountant. Also runs the show during the parties.” There weren’t many women I had to look up to. I meant that quite literally. As she approached me I had to bend my neck back to meet her gaze.

“Hmm, so this is all? I had hoped for something grander.” She opened a notebook and began scribbling notes. She circled me, occasionally prodding me with her pencil. “But of course, I was wrong about Red. Perhaps quite mundane in looks, but you say he’s adaptable?”

Kitten grabbed my ass, surprising me and causing me to jump. “Oh yeah. Freaky fuckin’ people pleaser.”

Juniper grabbed me by the chin and brought her face right to mine. I began to blush. Fuck, she was gorgeous. My mind began to wander to ideas of her holding me down. I wondered what it would feel like to have her go at me as hard as Kitten did. “Excitable, gets hard easily I see.” Shit. Observant too.

“Yeah, he blows quick enough but keeps going. And Mistress has hyped him up on her special helpers a few times.“ Kitten mimed popping a pill. “He’ll last through party night just fine.” I was glad I had Kitten to advocate for me, I had a hard time answering.

“Hmm, and you’ll perform as Wolf or Vixen? Perhaps both in one night if the logistics work out? Not this week, of course. We barely have time to bring you up to speed as is.”

“Y-yes! Anything you want. I can do it.”

She stopped to consider this. “Anything?”

Kitten had a dangerous grin.

But I wanted to impress her. Fuck, her dark skin was some of the lovely. I wanted to run my hands all over her, feel her smooth, tight skin. “Yes, anything.”

“I know you’re fine with intense non-consent roleplay. Not everyone is. What about being tied up and beaten.”

I puffed out my chest. “Of course.”

“What about tying people up and beating them?”

“Um… I’m not so good with knots.”

She scrunched her nose, made marks in her book, and flipped to another page. Shit. “Incest?”

“Um, just roleplay, right?”

“Why, do you have absurdly wealthy relatives who might be interested in paying to fuck you?” I didn’t know if that was a joke. She was stone-faced.

Kitten was beaming at me, having a blast. “I guess not.”

“Then it doesn’t matter. Incest?”

“Sure, OK.” That one was weird. But I suppose I could get into it if that’s what someone wanted. Fuck, then I remembered Red’s fantasy about holding down her little sister while I fucked her. I restated with more confidence, “Yes!”

Juniper began asking questions quickly and checking boxes. “Being strangled?”

“Yes.”

“Spit-roasted?”

I think I knew that one. “Yes.”

“Water sports?”

Like synchronized swimming? People have weird kinks. “Sure!”

“Clowns?” I noticed Kitten was fighting back laughter.

Clowns? Was… was that a thing? “Yes?”

“Figging?”

What the fuck is that? I don’t want to seem like I don’t know what I’m talking about. I answered with confidence. “Yes!”

Juniper and Kitten exchanged smiles. Juniper bopped me on the forehead with the butt of the pencil. “What is figging, Wolf?”

“Um…” Shit. Kitten was cracking up laughing. “Something with… like.. figs?”

“Not incredibly bright.” Ouch. “Eager though. He’ll do. You won’t entertain on your own anytime soon. You’ll be paired with Red primarily. Master and her pet. 70/30 split on money earned when you are both present. Any objections?”

“No! That seems about right.”

And with that, I officially started my career as a hooker.

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Red

I had some mixed fucking feelings about how everything went down. Even more so now that Mistress ran off the other two and left me with her instructions.

‘My darling Red,

I had the most wonderful time this morning. I trust you did as well. I only wish I had more time to enjoy your blossoming. I worry you are not ready for our party, so I have arranged to personally handle your training. Furthermore, we shall discuss the specifics of our relationship going forward.

Say nothing to Kitten or Wolf. At five o’clock, remove your clothes and come to my room. You will not be permitted to leave until the party has started.

Lastly, I have told you my greatest desire. I assure you this was the absolute truth. Please make it a reality.

Yours with tender affection,

-M’

The madness of what we had done, the intensity of it all, the way she had ripped my secrets from me… it had left my mind a patchwork. I had… holes in my memory. Trouble remembering all the little details of what I did. But Mistress’ words were burned inside me, I heard them again and again when I slept. Even now when I close my eyes.

“I’ll teach you everything. In return, I need you to fulfill my fantasy. I want to be broken like this, like you. To experience what you are feeling now. One day, you’ll be the one to destroy me.”

Five minutes before my march to her room. The house was buzzing. Before she left Kitten had said the ‘talent’ had started to arrive. They were setting up shop in the various rooms where they would be entertaining their clients. And I was supposed to walk naked past all that. So it was humiliation again?

I should leave. This was fucked up. This was abusive. The shit Mistress had put me through was fucking evil. I knew all that. And what really pissed me off was how little I cared.

What she had done to my body… no… what she had done to my mind had unleashed needs I knew only she could fill. She had me so worked up when she left that I couldn’t get off again. At least getting fucked by Wolf and Kitten couldn’t do it. I mean, I probably could soon enough, but my body had been trained and spoiled in one morning. I needed Mistress, at least for now.

And when I learned everything she had to teach me, then I would fulfill her desire. My desire now. To crush her, make her feel that sickening helplessness of being made a slave to your own desperate fucking needs. To do or say anything just to be touched again, no matter how much you hated yourself for it.

Fuck, I was dripping wet. That kept happening when I thought of her. And it was time. I folded my clothes, left them on my bed, and walked out the door.

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Kitten

Something was up. I got sent out with Wolf to go pick up food for everyone staying in the house. It could have been delivered. Mistress had sent me directions that were precise enough that it was clear. We were supposed to be out of the house at a specific time. Probably had something to do with Red. Fuck, still felt off about that.

And I felt worse for Wolf. Smilin’ like an idiot, having a good time learning the ropes. I think he thought Mistress had proven her point, that she was done with us. He didn’t understand her. This game was still goin’.

“So those two people who got all pissed at me when I tried to bring in their luggage, who were they?”

“Annabel and Lorenzo. Our musicians. And it wasn’t their luggage they were pissed about, it was that you reached for their instruments. Like trying to snatch their babies.” Wolf had been like a kid in a candy store, unaware he was being distracted. I wouldn’t defy Mistress by telling him, I couldn’t handle another night of edging and punishment.

“Oh, so they just… play music for the party?”

“No, they are talent. They are always together, and very popular. Juniper has them booked solid weeks in advance. You’ll see why during the big night.”

“I can’t wait! This is so much fun. I’m really grateful, Kitten! For… you know… everything.”

He sat grinnin’ at me in the passenger seat as I drove slowly to the restaurant that had our order. Hurrying back would only lead to trouble. But being stuck with Wolf and having him thank me while knowing what I knew… Mistress owed me for this. I felt like shit.

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Red

This was weird. I was ready for people to stare, to laugh. Most hardly noticed me. I wasn’t the only naked person running around. The place was chock full of beautiful people, some didn’t feel the need to go back to a room before fucking pawing at each other. I realized I still had some rather prudish beliefs stuck in my head.

It was kind of obvious now that I saw it. Get a bunch of high-dollar whores in a house, people who specialize in kinky sex and it’s like the fucking Olympic village. Everyone seemed interested in fucking each other. I received a few offers myself, though I politely declined.

“Oh, you must be Red! Lots of talk about Mistress’ newest acquisition.” The fella who approached me looked like he came off the cover of a cheesy romance novel. Muscles out his ears and an impressive bulge growing as he looked me up and down. “Do you have time to play?”

“Um, maybe later, big guy. Mistress asked for me in her room.” Hopefully later, I could use a taste of that.

He was wide-eyed, almost went a bit pale. “Really! She asked for you personally? Oh fuck, you must be very good! Can I ask what she has you do for her? Kitten never tells us!” Apparently, my status around here was higher by association than I would have guessed.

“Well, a fucking lady never tells, does she.” I gave him a smile and moved on. He had stopped to stare at my ass as I walked away. Wasn’t a bad feeling to have a fucking Greek statue ogling me. I probably should have asked his name.

Met a few more people along the way. Men, women, this one I couldn’t really be sure. Androgynous and refined. If I had my pick of them all, that one seemed the most intriguing. But what was bizarre was the reverence they had for me. Jealousy even. I realized why Mistress had me take this walk. I was to understand the rarity of my position. My privilege she had given me.

An old guy who seemed out of place was wrapping a measuring tape around this thick girl’s hips near Mistress’ door. His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Oh! It’s Red!” His wet tongue practically hung out of his lips. “I recognize those measurements.”

“Yeah, good to meet you too.” He came over and held out his hand. I shook it out of habit, and he held on longer than was comfortable and stroked my palm. Creeper sent chills up my back. “And you are?”

“I’m Mistress’ personal tailor. And she had some particularly interesting orders for you.” He wasn’t letting go of my hand, and I was getting fucking pissed.

“Listen, fella. If you don’t let go of my hand…” My body froze, I could feel it like an animal instinct. She was behind me.

“She’ll break your fingers, Tailor. That’s why I didn’t allow you to touch her.” Mistress’ voice. Fuck, I felt my body stiffen and my pussy got hot. The old fucker let go of me immediately.

“Apologies, Mistress. May I see her in something I’ve made?” Pushy little pervert. “Perhaps just a picture?”

“Perhaps. Now get back to work. Red, do come in.” I turned, she was wearing a sheer black robe with this classy matching lingerie set. I only got a brief glimpse of her before she slunk back into the dark room. I looked behind me, several of her talent were watching. Envy and admiration in their eyes as I followed her inside and closed the door behind me.

“You look good, Mistress.” Honestly had a hard time taking my eyes off her. “Nice outfit.”

She looked up and down my naked body. “You as well, Red. I like what you have on.” Still a bitch though.

“So, I’m supposed to just fucking stay here until the party?” Already felt exposed. Trying not to think about how I could feel a drop of lust running down the inside of my thigh without so much as a scrap of fabric to hide behind.

“You will be my guest. I have a private bath, food will be delivered, and I have an extensive library to keep you entertained while I am dealing with other matters throughout the week.”

I didn’t like the thought of that one bit. “So I’m a fucking prisoner?”

“Red, if you were my prisoner I would have you in chains, tied to the floor with a bucket to shit in. No, you are under my protection. My guidance.” She glided over to me. I stepped back… my mind still wasn’t right from earlier. Something told me to run, but I could feel the pull from under my skin. My body needed her. My cunt radiated warmth. “Maybe it would help you if we clarified exactly what our relationship is.”

I tried to sound braver than I felt. Honestly, she scared the shit out of me. “What, is Mistress and one of her bitches not exact enough for you?” I hit a bookshelf, didn’t realize I had kept retreating. Fuck, she made me feel small.

I couldn’t help but stare at her mouth when she spoke. The movement of her red lips was hypnotic. “Oh, nothing so crass as that. No, Wolf is a bitch. He’ll stay loyal so long as you toss him the occasional bone. My feelings toward you are something much more…” Her pink tongue sliced through her lips like she was ready to consume me. “…Maternal.”

I shivered. I didn’t like that. “Yeah, well… fuck that. Listen, as you know my relationship with my Mom hasn’t exactly been…”

“That bitch is dead to you. Someone isn’t a mother just because a child clawed out of their cunt.” She wrapped her elegant, long arms around me. Embracing me and holding me close. Her tits looked so fucking amazing. The color of her olive skin peaked through the lace of the lingerie, her hardening nipples pushing out from the silky fabrics. “You need nurtured, cared for. Protected.”

Had anyone else told me that’s what I needed I would tell them to fuck off. “F-fuck off!” I mean, I told her that, but she could tell I didn’t mean it. I broke my obsessive gaze from her breasts just long enough to see delight in her eyes.

She held me tight with one arm while the other hand went to her chest, slipping it under the lacy fabric and lifting her breast out in front of my face. “My poor little girl, you’ve had to fight for yourself all your life. You have a new Mommy now. One that will love you and teach you. To bring out your full potential.”

I couldn’t help myself. As much as I was disturbed by the notion of anything to do with Mothers… I longed for what she offered. To be able to let go, to have someone I could trust. In a way, I could with Mistress. She was sincere in her offer to make me her equal. Not even Kitten was given that chance. And I opened my mouth, ready to suckle her.

Her hand grabbed me by the back of the neck, stopping me just as my tongue nearly made it to her nipple. “Say it.”

I realized I had become desperate, that I was leaning in even as her fingers dug into my skin to hold me back. “S-say what?”

“That I’m your Mommy now.”

Fuck, why not?” “You’re my Mommy.”

Still, she didn’t let go. “In this room, you will refer to me not as Mistress anymore. But as Mommy.”

I slipped my arms around her waist. Desperate to taste her, I tried to pull myself closer. “Yes, Mis… Yes, Mommy.” Still, she held me. I realized she was waiting for me to look up to her. Look into her eyes, they were so beautiful. So tender. “Mommy.”

She lowered her head and kissed me tenderly. “I love you, Red.” And she guided my wet mouth to her breast.

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Kitten

I was waitin’ for Wolf. I was exhausted but had heard the rumors. No point in trying to get any sleep yet knowing he would wake me up. It didn’t take long. A gentle tapping at my door as he quietly asked, “Kitten. Hey, is Red there?”

I went over and opened it up for him. “Nah, sorry Sweety. I… I wouldn’t expect her anytime soon. Talk is, she holed up with Mistress.”

“Oh.” He seemed a little sad. “So she’ll be by later. She probably wanted another taste of this morning.”

He didn’t understand. Not sure I could spell it out to him, he couldn’t comprehend it. Red had been taken from him. “I wouldn’t wait up. In fact, you probably should expect to sleep alone today.” Or longer. I guess I was the only other person who knew what Red was going through.

Being owned by Mistress was a process, and a messed up one at that. Her room was a cocoon. Red would crawl in as a worm and be broken down and remade. What would come out was anyone’s guess.

He looked downcast. I understood. Sometimes a big mansion can seem really lonely when it’s full of strangers. “That’s alright! I hope she’s having a good time!” He was tryin’ to stay positive. Broke my heart.

This morning was a vivisection, Red was opened up and exposed. Mistress had worked us up, made us fuck and watch and get off to it. It killed a part of her, something Red thought was safe and only she could touch. Being destroyed like that, there’s a terrifying freedom granted when you have nothin’ left to protect. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure she’s having a great time.”

He smiled at me and turned, moving slowly though. I knew he was gonna ask. “Hey, can I spend the night with you? We don’t need to… you know…”

“Fuck each other’s brains out?”

There we go, got a genuine smile out of him. “Yeah, I figure we’re both tired. But I just kind of want someone to be with.”

“Sure, come on in. But listen, I’m probably gonna wind up screwing you at some point. Still, lets try and get some sleep.”

The big dork took the small spoon position. I love bein’ the tiny spoon! Ah well, I’ll let him have it tonight.

Mistress would likely reveal her more personal kinks… I wonder if this meant Red was my new sister.

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Red

Fuck, I had gotten all worked up. Mistress, no, Mommy had let me suck on her tits. Allowed me to grind against her thigh. But she wouldn’t let me cum. I had gotten so close, closer than when Wolf and Kitten were tag-teaming me.

She moaned as I circled her hard nipple with my tongue, lapping at her and snuggling close. “That’s enough, darling.”

I was greedy. Pushed my face harder into her breast until she pulled me back. “Please, Mommy!”

She ran her fingers through my crimson curls, taking time to pull the hair that had somehow found itself in my mouth out, and lovingly fixed it for me. “Little one, you are quite naked.”

I grinned and looked to the ground, almost feeling shy. If Wolf had called me that I would have punched him in the dick. But coming from her, it felt nice. “I thought you wanted me like this.”

“I did, but that’s because Mommy has such wonderful clothes to dress you up.” She took me by the hand. In the corner of her large room was a changing screen. The kind I had only seen in old-fashioned movies. It was a work of art. The wooden frames of each panel were made of polished black wood. As I got closer I realized every panel was full of hand-embroidered flowers.

Fuck, couldn’t begin to figure out how much this was worth. Behind it was a small sofa, and next to that was a little table with six fancy-looking boxes. Five were white, the bottom was black.

“You will wear one for me every day you are here. Start from the top and work your way down. The black box is for our party.”

“They’re… all for me?” Good Will rejects bought for me when I wasn’t even around to try them on. Ill-fitting hand-me-downs from my little sister. Literal trash she picked up on the side of the road. These were the clothes my Mom… my old Mom had given me. “Are they new?”

I realized how childish the question was, how obvious that Mistress would never give me old rags. But it still felt unreal. I expected her to laugh, at least tease me. Instead, she embraced me and cooed, “Yes, my little Red. You are mine, and Mommy will always take care of you. You deserve nice things. You are worthy of love.”

My breath went ragged. Something in my chest felt like it was unwinding. A tightness in my heart that I was so fucking used to that I didn’t know it was there until suddenly… it wasn’t. I gasped, it felt like I was breathing for the first time. With that breath, I cried.

She let me take as much time as I needed. It was silly, sobbing over fucking clothes. But not even Wolf bought me so much as a hat unless I practically put it in the cart for him to give me. I had always been scrimping and scrounging. I rarely bought anything new for myself unless I had to. Even the wedding dresses I had looked at were second-hand.

And every time I felt like I had let go of the tears I needed to, I looked back at the beautiful boxes with their gold detailing. And I just began crying again. “Fuck! I’m… I’m sorry. I just, fuck. I know it’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not. Not at all my sweet little girl.” She kissed me on the forehead and took me by the shoulders. Pulled me back so she could look into my eyes. Her smile, I hadn’t seen one like it on her face. I think it was… genuine. No sinister plans, no fucked up games. She just was happy that I was happy. “And these may be rather keyed for some salacious activities. After the party, I want to take you shopping. Mommy is going to buy you a whole new wardrobe. Does that sound fun?”

I nodded, and my lips felt weird. Fuck, I was smiling too. And I couldn’t stop it. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds really good, Mommy.” I turned to the boxes and reached for the top one. “Can I try them on?”

“Just today’s. No peeking ahead!”

I giggled. What the fuck was that?! I never giggle. “OK. Go wait on the bed. I want to wear it for you.” Shit, that giggle freaked me out a bit. Where did it come from?

Mistress… yeah. Mistress. She had been fucking with me, getting into my head. This whole fucking week had been crazy, abusive, insane. And it all culminated this morning. When she threw Kitten down like a piece of meat for me to devour… This wasn’t love. This was conditioning. I couldn’t forget that.

But my hands moved on their own. Too curious to not know. Needing to see what she had in mind.

Fuck, Mommy had the cutest dress made for me!

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Kitten

Don’t know which of us started it first. I was dead asleep, sort of started kissin’ and touching each other in a haze, and now I was sitting in his lap on the edge of my bed with his cock up inside me.

“That’s nice. Nothin’ too crazy, I’m still really tired. Just enough to get us back to sleep.”

He fondled my tits as I rocked back and forth. Felt nice and close. “Yeah, like you said… just enough.” I reached between my legs and pulled his balls gently as I enjoyed the feeling of him stretching deep inside. He moaned appreciatively.

“Do you think Red will want to play more with us tomorrow? Or do you think Mistress is tiring her out?” His voice was hopeful. Fuck, was ruining the mood.

“Mmm, shut up. Just keep doin’ that thing with my nipples. Don’t think about Red, it’ll just get you more worked up.”

Got him to concentrate on me after that. Almost felt tender when he squirted up into me and kissed my neck. I really liked Wolf, and I just hope that whatever Mistress was doin’ didn’t break his heart.

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Red

“What do you think of it?” Mistress patiently waited as I slipped on the dress.

There was a small mirror behind the changing screen and I looked myself over quietly. She had picked me out something more personal than she could possibly know.

“Red?”

“When I was a little girl, there were ballet classes at the YMCA. My Mom wouldn’t pay for me to join, even though it was cheaper than a bottle of wine. She always had enough money for those. But the woman who ran it was nice, she let me in for free.” I considered the long ribbons attached to the shoes, way more than what was needed. “But for the recitals, all I had to wear were the old ratty costumes the other students had left behind. Stuff out of the lost and found.”

“What drew you to ballet?” Her voice was soft, understanding.

“I saw The Nutcracker. My Kindergarten took us on a field trip. All the other kids were playing and yelling during the performance. I… I just watched in awe. I’ve never seen something so pretty.” I laughed as I thought about it, one of my earliest memories. And one of the few that were genuinely happy. “We got to meet the dancers afterward. I just hugged the Sugar Plum Fairy without saying a word. They had to peel me off her leg.”

Mistress tittered at that thought. “Are you ready? I can’t wait to see!”

I stepped out. I would never in my life have put it on if Mommy hadn’t gotten it for me. And I’m so glad she did. It was like a little girl’s dream. Pink like bubblegum. It wrapped tightly around my torso, squeezing my small tits and giving me the illusion of cleavage. Two lines of silky ribbons crisscrossed down under the breasts and ended in large bows above the tutu.

It wasn’t heavy and starched out like a real tutu, but it wasn’t flimsy and cheap like you would find in a costume store. There was some sort of modified petticoat that made it stick out. Whoever made this was a genius. And so many bows. Spaced every few inches along the hem were small strings of three iridescent pearls that hung delicately.

And finally the slippers and ribbons. They matched everything else of course, but unlike normal ballet shoes that tied off at the ankle, there was an excessive amount of ribbon. I had to wrap it again and again up to my thighs. It had taken me a while to realize there was a garter belt that was needed to hold up the ribbon after it was tied off at the top. I had never worn something so girly and cute in my life.

I gave her a little twirl and a coy smile. I knew when I did she could see up the skirt. No underwear of course. I playfully held on the edges of my tutu and lifted them, letting Mommy see my pink little pussy.

Mommy’s mouth hung open, fuck. I think she was blushing. “Dance for me.”

Now my cheeks turned warm. “I-I don’t have any music.”

Mistress smiled. She walked to the far corner of her bedroom. There was a peculiar looking piece of furniture. She unlatched it and opened it up. It was a gramophone. She turned it on and placed the needle.

The familiar twinkling of the harp and voice of a majestic oboe began. “Swan Lake…”

“Red, when I saw you in the ballroom I knew I had to see you dance again. I was enchanted by the way you moved.”

I listened to the score of Tchaikovsky. I had never gotten to be the Swan Princess, but like any ballerina it had always been my dream. “I’m… I’m not good enough for all this. I’m so out of practice. I made so many mistakes.”

“I don’t want to see some perfect, professional display. Little one, I want to see you move with joy and love of the art. I want to see that little girl who wouldn’t let go of the dancer’s leg. The one who begged to be allowed to take lessons. The one that played in my ballroom. Show that to me.”

Her voice was soft and clear. There was no deception behind her lips, no games. She wanted a dance. My lips spread into a grin. A rare thing happened to me. I felt loved. And for Mommy, I raised my hands in the air and moved my legs into fifth position.

I let the music wash over me. Closed my eyes and felt it inside my chest. And then I let it take control of me. Like a jellyfish dancing through the ocean being pushed by the currents. It didn’t matter when I stumbled and wobbled. My jumps were low and my timing was off. So what? I just laid my soul out and moved my body.

“Beautiful.” Mommy watched me, raptured by my dance. She held her hands close to her heart, fingers laced together and white as she squeezed them together. My performance lasted only a few minutes. I was out of shape and got winded quickly. But by the time I was done a single tear was running down her cheek.

“Mommy, are you alright?”

She wiped her eyes and was drawn to me. She hugged me and kissed the top of my head. “It’s just that sometimes all I see is ugliness. Thank you for showing me this. I’m so proud of you.”

I smelled her perfume and was pressed against her breast. I felt that warmth between my legs rushing back. “So, just because you’re my Mommy doesn’t mean you’re going to stop fucking me? Right?”

She laughed and squeezed me all the harder. “Oh, Red. Of course, Mommy is going to take care of her little girl! Look how adorable you are in your pink tutu.” She devoured me with her eyes. “I have dressed you to be fucked.”

I trembled at her words. She took me by the hand, leading me toward the bed. Tchaikovsky played on, filling the room with the haunting music. I bit my lip and looked to the ground, trying to find the bravery… no… trying to work through the fucking shame to ask for what I wanted. “Can you…” I trailed off, hoping she didn’t hear me.

“Red, I make fantasies come true. You and Kitten more so than anyone. Tell Mommy what you crave.”

I swallowed my pride. “Can you do to me what you did this morning?”

She cradled me in her arms and carefully laid me down. “What did I do to you? Specificity is key, little one. Was it the rough fucking? Making your fantasy come to life? Or perhaps you crave more humiliation? An audience to share in your innermost secrets?” She kissed my neck, gently sucking at my nape as her hands ran up and down the laced ribbons

The question puzzled me. “I don’t know. It’s… the way you made me feel.” Suddenly I felt foolish, realizing I couldn’t even begin to describe it in words.

I liked the way she fondled me. Every other person, like with Wolf or even Kitten, pawed at me. Explored. Sometimes used. Those all had their time and place, also sometimes it just pissed me off. Mistress’ actions were always so purposeful and giving. Like how she cupped under my breast and pushed in, a soft relaxing pressure that was as much a massage as anything else. And then her fingers were free to tease and stroke my nipples.

“Oh! Fuck!” It was strange like she knew about hidden strings that connected my tits to my cunt. It wasn’t like foreplay, something to get me riled up till my pussy would be lavished with attention. She might have been able to make me cum like that.

“Let me teach you your first lesson.” I suddenly found myself flipped onto my belly. Mommy grabbed me by the knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed so I was bent over at the waist. “People are puzzle boxes. They all can be unlocked and what’s inside is different for everyone. Do you think I just arrived this morning and did that to you?”

It was too well planned. “No.” I looked back at her, she was proud. Her hand lifting my tutu and squeezing my ass cheek. And her fingertips curled under and lifted my butt. Instinctively I spread my thighs apart. I felt my cunt open and drip for her. “H-how?” My own hands gripped the soft blanket as her attention drifted toward my inner thigh.

“You are a delicious puzzle, and believe it or not you’re not yet fully opened. But I’ve done what I can.” She teased the lips of my pussy, gently squeezing them in the palm of her hand. “I was smitten the moment we met. I studied you and poured through everything I could find on your life. At first I thought you would be a fun plaything to enjoy and send on your way. But my little girl, you are so much more.”

“M-mommy. Please fuck me.”

Suddenly she swatted my ass. I gasped and kicked my feet into the air. “Pay attention to your lesson.”

Her slicked thumb slipped between my ass cheeks and pushed into my tight rectum. There was no resistance like my body expected her. She curled her thumb and pulled it back, causing me to press my cunt back into her hand. The sensation was surreal and I fucking needed to be penetrated.

“You are complicated. The righteous anger of a warrior and the frightened heart of a child. Revenge and fear. I spent the week learning about you, touching you, letting you control me. And you showed me how to unravel you. I peeled away the lies you wrapped yourself in, stripped the pride off you like the cumbersome armor it was. And when I laid you bare you offered me your submission.”

I bounced my ass, praying to her for more. “Yes, Mommy! Please!”

“Then I fucked you. Oh you moaned like a bitch in heat as I pounded your cunt. I humiliated Wolf, showed him how undeserving he was of you. He could never make you scream like I did. You loved it, didn’t you?”

My feet kicked and I was shaking as she still denied me what I needed. I begged again. “Please, Mommy! Yes, I loved it.”

“And are you my needy slut?”

A week ago I would have told her to fuck off. I would never let anyone say that to me and walk away. But now I was addicted to her. “I’m your slut! Your bitch. Anything you want me to be. I’ll do anything for you! PLEASE! I just need fucked!”

Then she removed her hand from between my legs. It felt so cold. And she smiled cruelly. “No, you may not cum until tomorrow night.”

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide. Offering her my pussy, pleading and thrusting it to her pathetically. “No! J-just once. I’ll…” I could feel my face grow hot. My anger, it wasn’t there. I wasn’t pissed, god I wanted to be. I knew what fury felt like. But this terrible feeling. What was it? Vulnerability. Dependence. I didn’t know how to deal with those. “Mommy…”

“My darling little Red. This is your second lesson. Enjoy what you have earned.” She climbed on top of me and rested her knees on either side of my face. Then lowered her sopping wet cunt down to my mouth. She sneered. “Now I’m going to get rough. Because that little ballerina getup has been making me want to tear you the fuck apart. And I’m going to rip my pleasure from your needy flesh.”

She was more than a woman. This wasn’t something people did. They couldn’t just reach inside you and make you into something else. But I gratefully lapped at her. I pondered why I felt no shame as she ground herself over my face. I watched her hungry eyes as I was used and felt nothing but admiration… I knew why Kitten had called her a Goddess. That’s what she was.

“Mommy loves fucking her little girls. Welcome to my little family.”

She was a Goddess. And my heart skipped in delight, she would teach me to be like her. And then I would have the honor of breaking her. Then I would be as divine as she.

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Wolf

So much to learn. So many new faces! And fuck they were all sexy. For many, it wasn’t their looks. Sexuality emanated off them, it was a presence that saturated the mansion. I felt like my cock would never rest again.

‘The Talent’ as Juniper called us. Although she was mostly using us for hard labor. There was a lot of setup and cleaning. Kitten explained to me that when the party drew closer Mistress didn’t like outsiders getting a whiff of what was happening. I was waxing the floors of the ballroom with a few others.

“So, you’re performing the opener with Red on your first night?!” Philly was a short Latino man, maybe a few years younger than me. From the stories I heard at dinner, he worked as an exceptionally pretty lady. And he was always booked by one of a few couples who tried to be the high bidder. The men liked seeing their wives railed by a fiery Latina. I got it.

“Yeah! Don’t we start rehearsing tomorrow?” He gave me a weird look.

“Yeah, Jefe. And Juniper gives us the files on our clients.. Gotta learn who you are gonna be servicing and where they want your tongue. Shit like that. Hell of a lot of studying to fuck a few people.”

Olga was a thick Russian woman. Like a Cold War fantasy. “So you’ve never fucked for money? And this party, it is your first time?”

“Um, yeah. But you know. Seems simple enough.” The way Philly was looking me over after I said that made me think I said something strange.

“Yeah, OK. It’s not always simple. But you’ll be fine, darling. But this is weird. Mistress never puts talent on the center stage on their first night. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve even seen someone sell themselves the first time at a party. Olga, that’s weird, right?”

Olga was buffing out the final scuff of the floor. I watched her, those ripped arms bulged as she pressed a rag into the floor. She grunted furiously as she worked out the final blemish, grunting and snarling until it submitted. Fuck, I understood why you would pay for that. Imagine her on top of you. Fuck. “Strange. Yes. But Mistress, she is a crazy bitch. So we see what happens.”

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Red

I paced. Up and down, down and up. I jumped and squeezed my thighs together. I was literally tearing at my hair. Splashed cold water from the sink again and again. I wanted to finger fuck myself so badly, but she’ll know. Mommy will smell it on me. Not anything like pussy stink, I can wash that off.

The relief. She’ll know if I’ve cum. And she just left me here. Told me I couldn’t leave. Have to wait for her. FUCK!

But she gave me really clear instructions. Be showered and cleaned after someone brings me my dinner. ‘Eat it all’. she says. Gotta be her strong little girl because she’s going to do fucked up shit to me and I need my fucking calories! FUCK!

Knock at the door. Dinner. Finally. Dinner meant she would be here soon. I opened the door to snatch at the food. The person didn’t let go of the tray. “Red, fuck. Are you OK?”

It was Kitten. Fuck, she looked good. “Yeah. Why?” I pulled at the tray. She was hard to look at. Wanted to fuck her. Tell her to stuff her fingers up my snatch and get me off. But can’t do that. Not allowed to fucking cum.

“Because you kinda look like… you’re not OK.” She smelled nice. So fucking good. I never got my little schoolgirl to bully. I was going to do such nasty things to her. Fucking nasty girl, she would have loved it.

“I’m… maybe not. Do you want to come inside? Talk about it?” Mistress wouldn’t get mad at me if Kitten did it. Like if she just held me down and fucked me. She’s done it before. Then it’s not my fault. Only asked her inside to talk and she took advantage.

“Fuck, no way. Take your food you big slut!” She winked at me. What? What the fuck? “You reek of cunt. You are bubblin’ over. Mistress is giving you a proper good time! Ooo, I can’t wait for you to tell me about it later!”

I clung to the tray of food. “Come on! Eat with me. I’ll tell you what she’s done already!”

Fucking bitch was beaming. “Nuh-uh. Mommy would be so angry with me.” Stuck her bitch tongue out.

Mommy. She called her Mommy too.

Bounced off. More horny now. Fuck, Kitten was my sister. Mommy was going to do fucked up shit to me and my sister because she’s a fucking giant pervert and I’m going to do it and it’s going to feel great! FUCK!

Eat. I gobbled down the food. It was probably fucking delicious. Don’t know. Just guessing. Wasn’t paying attention. Then to the shower. No, bath. No shower. Nice fucking tub. Great place to kick back and finger fuck yourself which I am not allowed to do! God damnit!

Cleaned. Brushed hair. Fixed it. Looks nice. Gotta look nice for Mommy so she’ll make me cum. But it’s time now! I get to open the next box. Put it on. What did Mommy want me to wear?

What? The elegance of yesterday’s outfit… where did it go? This one was… it was just a really big t-shirt. Like something you would get out of the Good Will. But under it was something much nicer. Socks. And they felt so soft. Stripes of the softest wool I’ve ever felt. White and Pink. I put them on immediately. Felt so good on my legs. They went all the way up to above my knee.

And at the top, smiling faces. Little bears? They were adorable. She was going to fuck me when I was wearing these cute fucking socks and that made the fact that she wasn’t currently fucking me all the worse. I put the big dumb t-shirt on over it. It reminded me of being a kid, wearing relatives’ old t-shirt to bed.

Fuck. That’s exactly what this was. I’m her fucking pretty little girl. She told me last night as she ripped that beautiful dress open so she could bite my tits. Oh she had her fun but I WAS NOT ALLOWED TO CUM!

Fuck. So tonight I’m the little girl. OK. Fine. She’s a pervert, my Mommy. I’ll make that fucking pervert happy.

I waited. Pacing, pacing, pacing. The windows go black. She is late. There are no clocks here. No phones. Only books. I love books but I can’t read right now because I am drooling out of my cunt and I cannot concentrate on letters.

Fuck.

So late. How late? Should I be in bed? Sleep it off? Couldn’t possibly. But in bed. I should be in bed. Getting cold anyway. How do I turn up the heat? Will ask Mommy for more heat when she leaves me. I get under the covers. And wait. Curled up and waiting. So long.

Then finally, laughing. She laughs as the door opens. I don’t move. Just lay in bed. She’s talking to people. They are all giggling. Taking so long. Are they for me too? No, no they leave. Of course not. Mommy isn’t going to share this. I am a delicacy for her. Tonight I would be consumed. She told me last night when she snapped the ribbons off my legs and then proceeded to NOT FUCK ME!

But she’s here now. The room gets dark. Quiet. She takes off her shoes. Takes off dress. Taking so long. Then she slides into bed with me. And finally, her touch. Around my waist, over the shirt. Pulls me close.

Booze. Something strong. From her mouth, leaking out her lips as she closes her eyes and holds me against her. She says nothing. Snoring? Is she asleep?

Holds me for a long time. I squirm, and she holds me tighter. Then her hand, it moves. Grabbing my shirt. Tugging it up. Oh, she’s… she’s getting rougher. I’m feeling a bit freaked. This is weird. Nervous, scared. Not right. I try to pull it back down, and she starts pulling harder. “Mommy!”

She growls in my ear. “Good girls should be sleeping, Red.”

Fuck. I… I lay back down. Close my eyes. And soon she’s lifting the shirt again. Hot booze breath down my neck. Fucking pervert. Creepy, perverted Mommy. But she loves me. I… I love her. Gotta let her do what she wants. Even if I’m terrified.

After she lifted the shirt, which was damp with my wetness. And then the finger. She pushed a finger into my cunt. “Oh!”

She went still. Then whispered in my ear softly. “Good girls sleep. Bad girls get fucked in their pathetic ass and will not cum.”

Oh shit, oh shit. Oh shit! I cupped my hands over my mouth and shut my eyes. Fuck, I had been so horny before. But suddenly I was scared. And she was taking her time. One finger, out and in. Not… not rough. But not gently.

Mean, horrible. Fucking… fucking monster. She had spooked me, and it was hard to cum. But I felt everything she was doing to me. And it drew moans from inside my chest that I had to swallow. I had to control the urge to grind against her hand. This was worse than last night.

I felt so powerless. Was this a lesson? Or… fuck. Is this just what she wanted? The tears. The trembling. The slowest build imaginable with only one finger violating me.

I endured the torment. Time was lost. Maybe a few minutes, maybe hours. Fuck.

Silent, except for the wet noise of penetration. Shaking and stifling everything. Building up, higher, and higher. Can’t… can’t hold out anymore.

“Good girl.” Plunged two fingers deep inside my tightened cunt. And my body spasmed and my toes curled. I screamed and squirted. Back arching and fingers grabbing at anything. Mommy’s hand? Mommy is holding my hand. It hurts to cum again. How does she make it hurt to feel good?

“F-fuck. Mommy…” She held me to her bosom as my heart raced. The dirty, repugnant shame she made me feel echoed through my body. It felt the same as the euphoric gratification. Couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“You were perfect, Red. That’s what I wanted. You are my perfect little girl. Mommy loves you so much.”

Joy and humiliation. Same time. How? I buried my face in my hands. Can’t look at her. But my voice speaks, “Th-th-thank you, Mommy.”

“Now it’s time for something very special.” I couldn’t look. Kept hiding behind my hands. Mistress didn’t make me come out, so I stayed like that.

Then I felt her put something around my neck. Didn’t need to see it. I had been collared.

She slept with me, holding me. I was scared and horny. So afraid she would do it to me again, but desperately prayed to her that she would.

I touched the collar. Ran my fingers over it. And eventually my body gave way to sleep.

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Kitten

It was nice seeing Mistress yesterday. She had begun her normal duties of planning the opening show and making sure everything went to her vision. She had taken some time to check in with me, but she was being pulled in different directions. I had stayed by her side late into the night. Had a few drinks with her and some of the others we didn’t see often.

I wondered if she was still in the room when I brought Red her breakfast. I knocked and was shocked when the door opened.

Fuck, I don’t know if Red’s doing OK. She looked like a fucking ghost. Definitely had been crying too. And smiling. Smiling, crying. Didn’t even look at me when I said, ‘Hey’.

I was so fucking jealous. And kind of sad. She had been collard. Same color leather as the belt she had used on me. Mistress had made sure it matched, she was always so thoughtful.

It was now a certainty. I had a sister. Mistress would love us both. I came to terms with that because frankly, I have no choice. It is what it is.

But that don’t mean I can’t be jealous of that mad and confused look in Red’s eye. Mistress often made me watch tapes of her breaking me. Saw that look a lot on my face.

She took the food and closed the door without a word.

Not long after Wolf found me in the ballroom. It was time to start rehearsal soon.

“Hey Kitten! I got a letter from Mistress! I get to see Red tonight!”

Oh fucking great! Maybe I’ll get some time with Mistress now. “Wonderful, I bet you can’t wait to see her!” Or what’s left of her.

“Yeah, it’s just a visit though. I’m supposed to go to Mistress’ room.”

Oh. Fuck, so I guess she’s still not done. And we’re supposed to start rehearsal today. What the fuck was going on? “Oh, well you’re gonna have to tell me everything when you get back! Come right to my room! I want to hear all about it!” Maybe then I’ll get some answers.

He kissed me on the nose. I loved that feeling. “Hey Kitten, I had a question about this note though. what’s a Silent Stranger?”