Jon & Jill

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Nine

       The next three days were rough for Jill.  She remained naked and restrained in one form or another.  The only time she was released was to shower and take care of her personal things in the bathroom.  The thing that was so frustrating was lack of sexual satisfaction.  Since Jill had been with Jon, sex, especially Master/slave sex, with a heavy dose of BDSM was a daily fact in their lives.  This was still true with Jon and Anne, but poor Jill was not allowed to have a climax.  Daily, she was fucked, and made to suck Jon’s cock to a cum, however, even though she begged to the point of tears, her needs were not met.. By in large, her wrists were bound or locked behind her back, forbidding her from satisfying herself.  She had to sleep alone, bound to the bed in the orgy room.  Across the hall in Jon’s bed room, the one she had shared with Jon, she could hear the sounds of hot sex, muffled cries, and the slap on a whip on soft flesh. She knew Jon and Anne were enjoying each other while she suffered.  She would lay, bound, on the orgy bed, with tears of sexual frustration making her pillow damp.  She wondered of she and Jon would be the same, and then there was her mother.  What would things be like when these three days were over.  Would it be the same as it was?  What if Jon want to be with Anne, without Jill.  The possibilities drove Jill to distraction.  Jill was a very scared slave girl.

       On the third day of Jill’s punishment there was a surprising event.  It was early in the afternoon.  Jill hoped she would be released today.  Jon had not mentioned anything about her freedom, but she hoped.  Jill was bound to the whipping post in the orgy bedroom.  Shortly after lunch she had received a moderate whipping.  Jon left her bound there for about a half hour.  Jon came into the room, and proceeded to release her from the whipping post.  Jon was naked, and sporting a magnificent erection.  Jill hoped everything would be back to normal, at least normal for Jon and Jill.

       After Jon released her wrists, he locked them together again, then connected them to the back of her collar by means of a short strap.  Now her wrists were trapped above her waist.  Jon hugged to his body, her breasts pressed against his chest and his rigid cock trapped between them.  He kissed Jill, long and passionately while his hand was roaming over her well whipped ass,  His hand moved around to her pussy where he slipped a finger into her heated canal, teasing her clit.  Jill moaned deeply, pushing her hips hard against Jon, pressing her cunt into his hand.  She had been denied sexual satisfaction for three days, while being tormented sexually for that same time to keep her arousal level constant and on a high level.  Jill was about to go insane with sexual need.  She begged as he held and kissed her.

       “Oh, Jon…,please forgive me.  I need you so bad.  I will do anything you want, just love me, give me your cock.”

       He looked at her pretty face, with a look of desperation, sexual desperation in her pretty blue eyes.  The more he finger fucked her, the more she wanted him.  Her hips were moving and she was trembling with arousal.

       Jon kissed her again, his cock aching, saying, “Are  you sure you will do anything to end this punishment and be fucked?“

       Without hesitation, Jill replied, “Oh, yes sir, I will do anything.“

       “I am going to take you at your word that you will do anything.  Come with me.”

       Jon, carrying a flogger type whip, walked a naked and bound Jill into the living room of Jon’s home.   Anne was in there, but her condition surprised Jill, but again maybe it was not a surprise.  Anne was sitting on the couch, on the center cushion, in the normal slave costume of nakedness, high heel shoes, collar and duffs.  Her wrists were locked behind her back, while a leather strap was binding her elbows tightly together.  Her superb breasts were forced out from her body.  She was sitting on the very edge of the couch cushion, her pretty ass nearly off the cushion.  She was leaning back on a stack of cushions.  Her legs were spread widely, with ropes holding them there.  The ropes tied to her ankles were bound to the corner legs of the couch.  Anne’s cunt was on full display to be flogged, fucked, and yes, sucked.  It should be noted that Anne’s mouth was filled with a rather severe looking penis gag, strapped deep into her mouth.  Jon’s cock throbbed as he made Jill kneel in front of the naked and helpless Anne.

       “Jill, your major offense the other day was interfering with my sexual pleasure.  The last three days have atoned for that.   In this case with Anne, we have not dealt with that..  Now, we must deal with the secondary offence of whipping your mother without my permission.  That is almost unforgivable.  Though not a serious as the disruption of my sexual pleasure, it is very serious.  Now is the time for you to atone for that travesty.”

       Jill looked at her bound, naked and gagged mother, “Mother, I am very sorry.  I have no excuse.  I ask you to please forgive me.”

       Anne nodded her gagged head.

       Jon looked down at Jill, “Slave, that is not nearly enough.  You are to move forward, closed to Anne, and I expect you to suck her cunt.  You are to kiss it, lick it, and suck it until you have brought her to a glorious climax.  Do you understand?”

        Jill looked up at John, shock expressed on her beautiful face.  “J..Jon..Sir…please.  This is my mother.  I…can’t…”

       “Remember, little slave, you said you would do anything.  Like I said, I am going to hold you to your promise.”

       Jon quickly lashed both of Jill’s breasts before she realized what had happened.  She tried to flinch and protect her breasts, but he grabbed her hair, pulling her up, exposing her breasts.  Again the whip found it’s mark.  He bent down and reached over Jill to touch Anne’s pussy.  He stroked and patted Anne’s cunt, then slipped his finger in to exposed her clit.  He teased Anne’s clit as she closed her eyes, enjoying the erotic attention.  

       “Now, do you understand that you are a sex slave, my sex slave, and you have no choice.  You owe this to your mother, and I am telling you to do it, now!  Suck her cunt!”

       The last words were punctuated by this whip again visiting her breasts.  A desperate Jill begged, “Yessir, yessir, please, Sir.  I will do it, please!”

       Jon watched, stroking his cock as Jill leaned forward and gingerly kissed Anne‘s pussy.  Anne almost flinched.  The thought of her daughter kissing and sucking her cunt was a surprise.  She never expected this.  Yet, it was like a spark of electricity touched her pussy lips.  Jill kissed her mother’s cunt again, this time licking it with her tongue, tickling her clitoris.  Anne looked down between her raised breasts, watching Jill minister to her cunt.  Jon wished he had taped this.  His beautiful bound Jill sucking her beautiful bound mother’s cont.  It was a sadists dream.

       Jill moved closer, giving her easier access to Anne’s pussy.  She licked it, ran her tongue into the heated confines of this precious facility.  Anne was moaning, softly now as her daughter started working on her.  It seemed as if Jill nibbled on her mother’s clit.  It felt really good, yet Jill’s teeth on her sensitive clit was nearly painful, with a delicious pain.  In another minute or so, Jill was working her mother’s cunt, full tilt.  Of course, she did receive a little encouragement from Jon as he used a crop to spank Jill’s ass.  The more Jill worked on Anne’s pussy, the more she got into it.  She was even beginning to get used to the taste of Anne’s juices.  No, that is not correct.  Jill was actually enjoying the taste of the precious juices.  Jill enjoyed the affect she was having on Anne.  The more she aroused Anne, the more aroused Jill was.

       Anne knew she had no other choice.  Jon had bound her in such away that she was helpless, open, and very vulnerable to any sexual advance.  Yes, there was a feeling down deep inside her about the incest taboo.  But, in this situation, she had to accept everything Jon wanted to do.  She had to admit that her daughter was doing a wonderful job of eating her pussy.  As she watched Jill, she could also see a naked Jon Folkkes standing behind Jill.  His cock was at full rut.  To Anne, Jon’s cock was magnificent.  She could understand Jill’s desire to worship Jon, and his cock.  Anne admitted in a real way, she worshipped Jon and Jon’s cock.  She reasoned that this is what sex slaves do.  As he watched Jill suck her mother’s pussy, Anne watched Jon stroke his cock.  The sexual tension in the room could be felt, like an erotic fog.  It didn’t take long before the sweet sensuous lips and magic tongue of her daughter brought Anne to a all consuming climax.  Anne climbed to erotic highs as she forgot everything except what was happening to her cunt.  Her climax exploded, and eventually subsided.  As the climax began to subside Jill pulled her mouth away from Anne’s pussy.

       Jon intervened, “No, slave.  Don’t stop.  Keep sucking and bring her to another one.  In fact, keep sucking until I tell you to stop.”

       He again punctuated his order with a couple slaps on Jill’s ass, and two more on her breasts with the crop.  Jill plunged back into the task before her.  Anne had two more climax’ before Jon would let this very hot scene end.  He let Jill move her face back from Anne’s cunt, then he helped her stand, hugged and kissed her.  He could taste Anne’s sweet juices on Jill’s lips.  Jill melted into his arms, kissing him wildly.  Jon finally broke the kisses, picked Jill up and carried her to the bed she had slept in the last three nights, bound and alone. 

       Jon wasted no time.  He was a man on a mission.  He moved onto the bed, spread Jill’s legs, and plunged his rigid cock into her hot soaking wet pussy.  With about six or seven strokes of Jon‘s cock, Jill was coming wildly.  She was extremely aroused, and had been for three days, and nights.  Jon slowed down his thrusting into her pussy until she started to come down from her orgasm, then he started all over again, plunging and thrusting his cock ever deeper in to the woman he loved.  Again, Jill responded as another climax washed over her body.  She was nearly incoherent.  This went on for at least one more orgasm, then Jon could not hold his climax back any longer.  His cock erupted, spewing molten lava into Jill.  She could feel the heat of his cum.

       Meanwhile, on the couch, a naked, bound and gagged Anne watched her daughter being ravished by the precious man who “owned” both of them.  Anne was a very happy woman, and hoped this life would continue on forever.

       Things got better for Jill.  Now she and her mother were on equal footing again.  She was really very sorry for her insane actions.  The things happening at Deep Rook Oil and with the federal prosecutor had nothing to do with her, Anne or Jon.  She was very careful, making sure she was totally attentive to Jon and her mother.  These were the most important people in her world.  She made sure she was there when Jon fucked Anne, to make it better for him.  As his cock thrust in and out of Anne’s cunt, Jill would cradle Jon’s balls, or if she could get to them, she would suck his balls as he was fucking.  She would suck Anne’s nipples, and fondling her breasts, kissing her as Jon fucked her mother.  She noticed that Jon paid much more attention to her.  While he was still a strict master, he was also more loving.

       On Thursday, the attorney, Jim Carew called.  He and the U.S. Attorney had just talked, and the prosecutor had agreed to drop all charges against Jill.  Carew provided information on the CFO and CEO of Deep Rock Oil to convince the U.S. Attorney to prosecute the company officers, rather than a lower level accountant.  He told Jon that Jill could relax and get back to her life.  This of course brought up another issue.

       When Jon told Jill and Anne about the good news, there was rejoicing, and for Jill, a few tears of relief.  Jon hugged and kissed her, kissing the tears from her pretty cheeks.  Then, Jon told them the rest of the story.  Because of the extra effort by Jim Carew, and the fact the he refused to take any fee for this work, Jon promised him and evening with most beautiful mother and daughter sex slave team.  Jim Carew would be a guest at the Folkkes house on Saturday evening.  Jon told them that they both would be subject to Jim Carew’s attention.  This did not come as a surprise to Jill.  Jon had told her, on the day he called for Carew’s help, that she might spend a evening with Mr. Carew, and be subject to his sexual whims.  Anne was somewhat surprised, but understood.  There was no question that she would obey Jon.  This was true while attending Sir Steven’s birthday party.  At one point Jill and Anne were required to submit to any master who wanted them.  At least in this situation, it would be just Jon and Jim Carew.

       On Friday, in the early afternoon, Jon came home from the airport to find Jill and Anne in the den watching a BDSM porn video on the big screen television set.  This was required viewing for them.  Usually, Jon asked questions about what they had seen.  If they missed a question, punishment was the reward.  They were outfitted in their slave costumes, collar, cuffs, high heels, and very naked.  Both Anne and Jill came to Jon, hugging and kissing him, and helping him undress.  After they took off his clothes and were still hugging and kissing him, and fondling his cock. He told them to go with him to the orgy bedroom.

       Once in the orgy bedroom, he had Anne to lay down on the floor, face up.  Using a spreader bar, she tied her ankles to the ends, spreading her legs widely exposing her pretty pussy.  He did the same with her wrists.  Now came the next part.  He had Jill lay down on top of her mother, face down, in reverse.  This would put Jill’s wrists at her mother’s wide spread ankles.  Jon tied Jill’s wrists to Anne’s ankles. Then, he tied Jill’s ankles to the spreader bar holding Anne’s bond wrists.  A leather strap was wrapped around their waists, and pulled tight, pressing their bodies together.  The aim here is obvious.  Both mother and daughter were now bound face to pussy.  Jill could feel her mothers breath on her cunt lips.  Both suspected what was about to happen.

       “Ladies“, Jon started, “Here‘s the rules of this game.  You are to suck each others cunt until you cum.  Both of you must cum.  Now, to make sure that happens. The first one who makes the other cum is the winner, and will be released to enjoy other pleasures.  The loser gets her cunt whipped.  If I hear any argument, or refusal, or see any hesitation, I will whip the person who violates that rule..  My advice to you is suck each other to make that other person cum first.  Now, go!”

       Both mother and daughters began to work on each other‘s pussy.  To help motivate them, Jon had a crop which he used to swat their asses and thighs.  Even though Anne was on the bottom and was a limited target, Jon could still strike the sides of her hips, ass, thighs, and the sides of her breasts.  The crop proved to be a great motivator.

       Jon sat down on a chair next to his sex slaves, and watched this incredibly hot happening.  They were working diligently on each other.  Their pretty faces, with their hot pink tongues working on two very hot and moist cunts.  A pornographers dream.  Jon’s cock as aching.  As soon as the contest was over, he was more than ready to fuck the winner.  As they sucked each other’s pussy, Jill and Anne were squirming, their bodies feeling the full heat of what they were doing and the attention their cunts were receiving..

       It did appear that Jill was about to make Anne cum, when Anne seemed to regain her resolve and concentrated on Jill’s clit.  She was working on the clit so hard that Jill seemed to lose her concentration as her libido rose.  This was devastating for her.  Her climax was beginning to wash over her.  At one point her mouth left Anne’s cunt as she moaned, then screamed at the arrival of her cum. 

       Poor Jill was in trouble again.  After she came back down from her climax, she was made to continue until Anne had cum, then she was untied, only to retied to a coffee table Jon had modified as a whipping and fucking table.  Jill was tied face up, her bound wrists were pulled high above her, and her legs spread to open her cunt.  Anne was released to allow her to help with Jill.

       While Jon was whipping Jill’s cunt, Anne would play with Jill’s breasts and kiss her.  The chastisement began.  Using a light weight flogger, Jon started Jill’s torment.  At first the strokes were light, made to arouse, but as the whipping went on, the heat on Jill’s cunt became more pronounced.  Anne was doing her best to comfort and arouse Jill, but the whip won.  Soon she was moaning and sobbing as the whipping went on.  On Jon’s orders, Anne put her mouth over Jill’s mouth, catching Jill’s screams and sobs.  It was not a severe whipping, but Jill could feel it.

       Jon stopped the whipping while Anne kissed the tears from Jill’s eyes.  Now it was Anne’s turn.  Jon put her on the bed in the orgy bedroom, clearly in the line of vision for Jill.  John had a surprise for Anne.  He did not bind her, but rather he just had her lay down on the bed and spread her legs.  Jon moved between her luscious thighs and proceeded to suck her cunt.  Anne responded delightfully.  Soon she was humping Jon’s face.  It did not take long.  In just about a minute or two, Anne’s was cumming, to the delight of her master, Jon.  Jill was watching this whole scene which was very arousing.  The pain the whip left on her pussy lips was now being translated to pussy heat, arousing her.

       Jon released her from the coffee table, and had her got to the bed and lay next to Anne.  With no hesitation, Jon started to fuck Jill.  The heat from the whip had made her more aroused.  Very soon she was humping Jon’s cock as he plunged it deep into her cunt.  Anne moved over to Jill and was kissing her, and fondling her breasts.  Jill was responding and soon her climax was crashing down on her.  Anne and Jon both worked hard to give her a glorious climax..  When Jill settled down and came back to earth, Jon made sure Anne was well fucked too.  He held his cum when fucking Jill, and saved it for Anne.  Soon all three were sleeping from exhaustion, tangled in each other‘s arms for an afternoon’s rest.

       Late, in the middle of this night, Jon was awakened by someone working on his cock.  In the dim light of a night light he could see Jill stroking his cock, using her mouth to suck him to a climax.  Jon was sure Jill was the most submissive and wonderful sex slave a man could have.  He knew he was in love with her.  Of course, there was Anne.  She was a thing of naked beauty as she slept beside him.  Life was good for Jon Folkkes.

       Saturday evening brought an advancement in Jill’s sexual slavery.  Jon had invited Sir Steven and a friend of his to the Folkkes home.  Steven would be alone, indicating that Anne would be assigned to take care of him, while Steven’s unnamed friend would be bringing his girl friend/slave with him.  The evening would be spent enjoying good company and playing “games”.

       At about 8:00 PM, “Sir” Steven arrived with his friend and his slave.  Jill want to the door, naked, except for her collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and of course, the requisite high heel shoes.  She opened the door, and on see Sir Steven, she hugged and kissed him.  Steven enjoyed a hot passionate kiss from his former student.  His hand moved down her back and stroked her silky smooth ass.  Jill pressed her pussy against Steven’s thigh

       “Wow!  I am glad to see you, Little Slave, and it looks like you are glad to see me.”

       Jill kissed Steven again, “Yessir, you are always welcome at my Master’s home.”         As she moved aside to allow him to enter, she saw his friend and his girl friend/slave.  It was Jerry Tucker, the man who worked for the car dealership, and tormented her at the birthday party.  With Tucker was a rather pretty red head, the slave Jill had seen at the party, who wore the slave collar Jill so admired.  Her emotions were conflicted.  She hated Jerry Tucker, yet, here he was in a position to have her again.  Jill bit her lip, determined to see this through and make Jon proud of her.

       Jerry smiled, “Well, Ms. Combs.  We meet again.  You do look gorgeous, as usual.  Your tits are gorgeous tonight.  I hope your nipples survived their torture at Steven’s party.

       Jill demurely replied, “Yes Sir, my nipples are just fine.  Thank you for having mercy and freeing them.“

       Tucker replied, “My pleasure Ms. Combs.  I just want to say I really enjoyed you at Steven’s party.  I sure hope I will be able to enjoy you again.”

       Before Jill could answer, Jerry Tucker ran his arm around Jill’s waist and pulled her to him.  Tucker immediately kissed Jill, a hard passionate kiss.  His free hand moved up and squeezed her breasts.  True to her training, Jill responded with a passionate kiss.  By this time in her sexual slavery, that is the only way she kissed anyone.

       Jerry Tucker released her, saying, “There’s something about you, Ms. Combs.  Yes, there is.”

       Jerry took his slaves bound arm and led her away, and into the living room of Jon Folkkes home.  Jill was totally dismay.  How could this be happening?  She knew she would have to submit if Jon allowed Jerry to have her.  The slave mentality in her pretty head would not allow her to embarrass her master.  Yes, she would have to submit to Jerry Tucker, a man who irritated her, insulted her, and had refused his sexual advances.  Now, she would have to submit to him.  Slavery, especially sexual slavery can be a heavy yoke.  There was not question that she would submit.

       The evening progressed with snacks, light refreshment and sexual conversations.  The slaves, Jill, Anne, and Caylee, Tuckers slave girl, modeled by strutting around, showing their nakedness, and submitting to being touched and fondled by each of the Masters.  Soon, each of the masters were naked.  Everyone had repaired to Jon’s orgy room.  They were sitting around a coffee table on which Jill and Anne had been tied, in the past, tortured and submitted to any number of sexual acts.  Jon had placed a stack of 3X5 cards on the table.  Each of the cards had writing on them, but were turned face down. The slave girls were sitting beside their masters.  Steven would be Anne’s master for the evening.  At this point none of the girls were bound or restrained.  Just naked, and beautiful, awaiting their fate.

       Jon spoke, “Folks, we are going to have a little fun and play a game.  Each of these cards has a number, one through three.  Also, there is a description of a sex act, or a torture on each card.  Each master in turn will draw a card.  The number will indicate which slave is effected.  She will have to do what the card says.  Jill, you are number one, Anne, you will be number two, and Caylee, you are number three.  Steven, why don‘t you go first.  Draw a card.”

       A naked Sir Steven kissed Anne as he said, “Damn, I love this game.  Anne, stroke my cock, it’s got an ache in it.”

       Steven pulled the card from the top of the stack.  “Well, Jerry, it seems your slave has a job to do.  It says, ’Number three.  Suck Number One’s master’s cock for one minute.  The object is to give him pleasure without making him cum.  Number one will assist by holding her masters cock while it is being sucked.”

       Jerry Tucker kissed Caylee, and ordered, “Slave, get to it.  Make me proud.”

       Caylee rose to her feet and walked to Jon, kneeling between his thighs.  For the next one minute she sucked Jon’s cock, keeping him just below the point of having a climax.  Jill held Jon’s cock as Caylee cradled his balls and worked on him.  Jill kissed and hugged Jon as Caylee sucked his cock.  Jill could see a grinning Jerry Tucker from the corner of her eyes.  When Caylee was through, everyone applauded her sucking efforts as she walked back and sat down by Jerry.  Jon’s cock was throbbing, but he wanted to hold out for more of these games.

       Jerry pulled the next card.  Grinning he read the instructions.  “This one is rather complicated.  It tells number two to go to number three’s master, face him, climbing onto his lap, and put his cock in her cunt, riding and fucking his cock for one minute.  Then, it goes on to tell number one to suck number three’s master’s cock clean of number two juices.”

       Steven, who was enjoying kissing and fondling Anne, turned to her and said, “Well, sweet slave, you have your instructions.”

       Anne walked over to Jerry tucker, and did straddle his thighs until she was over his cock.  Jerry held his cock, helping Anne impale herself on it.  For the next minute she rode Jerry’s cock.  Anne was very aroused and his cock felt good.  As the minute came to a close, Jill was on her knees at Jerry Tucker’s feet.  Anne climbed off Jerry, leaving his cock very moist, gleaming with her juices.

       Jerry smiled, looking at Jill, “Ms. Combs, how nice to see you again.  I enjoyed fucking your mother, and…uh…I think you have something you must attend to.”

       Silently, Jill went about sucking Jerry’s cock, sucking and cleaning all of her mother’s pussy juices from his cock.  She could tell Jerry was near a climax as his cock was throbbing as she sucked it.  Jill reduced her effort as she did not want to give Jerry Tucker that much pleasure.  She did not want to make him cum.  As soon as his cock was clean, Jill stood and returned to Jon’s couch.  Jon put his arm around her as she reached for his cock stroking it and toying with the throbbing purple head.  Jerry Tucker was still grinning at her as Caylee stroked his cock.

       Jon reached for a card, and smiled as he read it.  “This card instructs the three slaves to kneel in front of the couch with their faces and shoulders only pressing down on the couch.  Their tits are to be swinging free and their asses held high.  Each master will give each slave five spanks on each cheek of her ass, for a total of ten spanks per master, for a grand total of thirty spanks.  Then each master will kneel behind his slave and fuck her with only ten strokes of his cock.  Then he will moved to the next slave and give her ten strokes of his cock.  This will go until each slave has been fucked two times by each master.  In the end, the last slave being fucked, at the end of the three sessions, will suck that master’s cock clean.  OK, Ladies, assume the position.”

       Jon had Jill kneel at the end of the couch, in what he referred to as the number one position.  Jerry Tucker placed Caylee next to her, while her mother was placed at the other end of the couch.  The spanking started.  It was pretty much routine as spankings go, but she did notice that Jerry spanked her harder than did Jon or Steven.  On the end, when Jerry was spanking her, she did moan, and stifled a scream.  Next came the “round robin” fucking.  After the spanking, the cocks in hot wet cunts felt good to both master and slave.  Again, Jill noticed that Jerry Tucker was fucking her harder than Jon or Steven.  She could not complain, however, as she liked to be fucked hard.  The only thing better would to be tied up and fucked.  While she detested Jerry Tucker, he had a good cock and fucked hard.

       Finally, the fucking was over, and no one had a climax, but nearly all were dangerously close.  Jon told the masters to stay in position with their cocks in the cunt of their respective slaves.

       “Gentlemen, I can see we are all aroused.  Some of us might not be able to resist a climax.  So, as your host, I want you to fuck the slave you have on the end of your cock, fucking her to a glorious cum.  The masters have the option of cumming in the slave’s cunt. Or having her suck his cock to a cum.  Gentlemen, start fucking!”

       It did not take long.  Jill was first to cum.  Jerry Tucker was slapping Jill’s ass and fucking even harder.  He would grasp and slap her breasts in the process.  As she was cumming, she could hear her mother coming, and then shortly after Caylee succumbed to her climax. 

       As the last of the fucking ended, Jill realized that it was Jerry Tucker’s cock in her, and she would have to suck his cock clean.  She had just sucked her mother’s juices from his cock, now she had to suck him again.  Jerry slapped her ass as he pulled his throbbing cock from her cunt, and stood up.  Jill looked around and saw that Jon was pulling his cock from Caylee and Steven was still fucking her mother, Anne.  Jerry pulled Jill to her feet.  He grasped her wrists, and pulling them behind her, locked her wrist cuffs together.  Now she was helpless with Jerry Tucker.  She was helpless, and still so aroused by the fucking and spanking, she was a bit unstable on his high heeled footing.  Jerry ushered her to the easy chair he had been sitting in, and he sat down, motioning for Jill to kneel between his legs.  Jill lowered herself to a kneeling position between Jerry’s thighs.  His rigid cock stood before her in all of it’s gleaming moist glory.  It was covered with the juices of all the slaves in the Folkkes house.

       Jerry grasped the base of his rampant cock, raising it to her.  “Ms. Combs, it seems we have further business.  You are expected to clean my cock with your mouth and tongue, then suck me to a glorious climax.  Then you will suck my cock dry.”

       Jill hated is surly sarcastic tone of voice.  She was Jon’s sex slave, so she would obey Jerry’s demands.  As she started to suck his cock clean of pussy juices, he kept making sarcastic remarks about her.  Finally, her anger rose to a level she could not deal with.  She pulled her mouth away from Jerry’s cock.

       Jill glared at him and said, “Jerry Tucker, you are an asshole.  I am submitting to you, yet you ridicule me and torment me because I would not sleep with you when you worked on my car.  Find someone else to suck your cock!”

       The other people in the room heard her.  With surprised looks on their faces, they watched this little drama unfold.  Jerry smirked, and turned to Jon Folkkes.

       “Jon, your slave refuses to suck my cock.  I know the rules she lives by.  Those rules say I can torture her until she submits and suck my cock.  Am I correct?”

       Instantly, Jill regretted her actions.  She had placed herself and Jon in a bad situation.  She knew Jon had no choice but to let Jerry Tucker torture her to make her submit to him.  Jon had a look of disappointment on his face as he looked at Jerry Tucker and Jill, the slave girl he loved.

       Jon answered, “Jerry, I guess you will have to do what you feel is right.”

       Jerry smirked and replied, “Slave, stand up.”

       Jerry grasped Jill’s breast and forced her to stand by lifting on her breasts.  Jill hastened to obey.  Jerry walked her over to where a steel cable and hook descended from the ceiling.  In just a moment, he transferred her bondage from behind her to locking her hands in front of her.  Next her wrist cuffs were placed over the hook.  A button on the wall turned on the wench locate in the ceiling, pulling the cable and hook towards that ceiling.  Jill’s wrists were pulled up until she was nearly on her tip toes.

       “Slave, you will wish you had obeyed me.  Now, you will beg me to suck my cock.  When y ou beg e to suck my cock, I will cease your whipping.”

       A scared Jill looked over her shoulder as she watch Jerry Tucker pull a flogger type whip from the wall.  He shook it out as he walked back to her.  She could not help but notice that his cock was rampantly hard, bobbing as he walked.  It was a shame he had to be such a jerk.  He did have a marvelous cock.

       The whip struck her ass.  Before she could respond, flinch or attempt avoid it, the whip struck again, bringing a painful fire with it.  The backs of her thighs were next, then the front of her thighs and her cunt.  Her breasts were next, then back to her ass.  The whip was fast and sure.

       Jerry turned to Sir Steven, “Steven, will you whip this slaves ass while I fuck her?”

       Steven nodded his head and took the proffered whip.  Tucker walked around Jill and with his arm around her narrow waist, he pulled her against his cock.  He held his cock with his other hand and slipped into her steamy pussy.  Reaching around to the back of her head, and grabbing a hand full of hair, he pulled her face and mouth to his.  He was kissing her just as Sir Steven’s whip made contact with her ass.  While Steven’s whip was milder, more humane, it was nevertheless, substantial.  There she was, bound standing up, being whipped, while the man she detested was forcing kisses from her and fucking her.  The whip kept falling and Tucker’s cock kept fucking, and he was still force kissing her while he held her face tightly to his.  Jill could not believe it, but she could feel the fires of sexual arousal in her pussy.  Those fires were hot and getting hotter.  When Jerry moved his hand to her breasts and started to twist and pull on her nipples, it pushed Jill over the edge.  Her climax crashed down on her.  Her hips were humping Jerry cock while her mouth was responding to his kisses.  Steven’s whip came slowly to a halt as he watched her cum.  It was a magnificent sight.

       Jerry pulled his rigid, and dripping cock from Jill’s pussy.  He released her wrists from cable and hook. Jill was defeated and offered no resistance when Jerry changed the bondage of her wrists to behind her back.  She was shaky on her high heel shod feet as Jerry walked her back over to his easy chair and made her kneel there.

       “Now, slave cunt, are you ready to suck my cock, sucking it to a magnificent cum?”

       Jill meekly nodded her head and moved her lips to Jerry’s cock.  She licked and sucked it clean, then took it deep into her sweet mouth, sucking it with every trick she knew about cock sucking.  Jerry was very aroused, so in about thirty of forty seconds, his cock exploded in her mouth with hot jets of cum.  There was so much cum she could not contain it.  Some of the cum escaped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled down on her breasts.  She worked diligently to swallow the rest of his issue, until his cock was empty and clean.  A sated Jerry Tucker sat back in his chair, looking at a thoroughly defeated Jill Combs, with dribbles of cum on her chin and magnificent breasts, and smiled.

       “Ms. Combs, for all of our differences, I must admit you have a magnificent cunt, and your cock sucking abilities are second to none.”

       Jill whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

       She sat there, her wrists still locked behind her back and the taste of Jerry Tuckers cum on her tongue.  She had been thoroughly ravaged and humiliated.  Jerry got up and went to Caylee who was kneeling where Jon had left her.  For his part, Jon helped Jill up and walked her to the couch where he sat her down.  Jill was glad to be back in his arms, but was taken aback by her emotions.  She knew she must be the ultimate slave.  She had absorbed whipping, fucking and humiliation from Jerry Tucker, yet he was able to fuck her to a crashing climax.  She finally realized her sexual slavery was for real, and she was a real sex slave.  Jill hoped this is what Jon wanted of her, because she knew this is all she would ever be.  She understood why her mother was a sex slave, and why Anne was happy as a sex slave.  Jill was her mother’s daughter, in every sense of the word.