by Lucy Lixx
“I missed you so much,” I whispered as he moaned. “And I never want to see you frown like that again.”
Bettie leaned forward to kiss his cheek and he gently wrapped his arms around her small frame, lifting her blouse to cup a breast in his hand. She reached down and helped me arouse him by stroking in tandem with my hand. This caused him to buckle forward and lean against the counter as we took control of his erection, pulling it out to expose the vulnerable flesh. Bettie took a knee beside me and unfurled her tongue to greet the head of his tool as I did the same.
While Norman held our hair back, our lips wrapped around his long appendage and intermittently sucked on the head. Each stroke elicited another moan from his lips and he gripped the edge of the counter in order to keep himself from falling over. He lifted his shirt to get a better view of our mouths worshiping his delectable cock.
“That’s right, sweet girls,” he whispered as we worked. “Make your master feel good. Make him feel like he made the best decision by bringing you back.”
We each swooned at the statement and gripped his rigid tool, our mouths sliding rhythmically up and down his shaft. He allowed us to suck for a little longer before pulling me up and bending me over the kitchen table while instructing Bettie to sit in front of me. She obeyed without question. I watched as she pulled down her skirt and her panties, easing them down slowly while watching Norman slide his fingers over my silky tulip. She stroked her fingers over her rose bud, asking if I wanted to taste her sweet nectar.
I nodded, entranced by the fluid motion of her hand over her vulva. It made me moan softly as she scooted across the table towards me with her legs open, offering her delicious flower to my lips. Norman pressed his member into my feminine portal and waited for me to soak up the nectar in front of me before pushing inside. I groaned. It was intoxicating to have him inside me again. I burned with elation at the sensation of him pushing between my petals, digging deep into the fields of love where reality fell away.
I perished with every thrust only to be reborn as a new woman. This new me would be the most honest and obedient woman than the previous one. She would bend to his every will and quench every sexual thirst he had. As I rocked forward into the sweet honey garden of my beautiful sister, I bayed with joy in celebration of our new situation. It was like rediscovering an old passion, him between my delicate petals, and I was beside myself with the pleasure of it all.
Bettie moaned loudly as I lapped at her delicious petals, getting closer to climax as Normal plowed deep into my tulip. Our moans grew in a crescendo, dancing high above our bodies and echoing throughout the house as Norman gave one last loud grunt. He pumped hard against my bottom and I squealed. Bettie shook beneath my lips and I sucked harder to get her into a place of ecstasy. A wave of heat washed over my pelvis and took over, causing me to shudder underneath the weight of Norman thrusting into me.
Another moan signaled our climax and the three of us rattled with pleasurable delight. Norman came hard inside of me as Bettie bucked in my mouth, her legs shivering against the glass table. She knocked over the vase of roses, giggling as she came down from her high. I smiled as she let her head fall back. Behind me, Norman was panting and sweating heavily. He swatted my bottom.
“Goodness, woman,” he said. “You always wore me out.”
I giggled.
“Anything for you, sir,” I replied while wiping my lips.
I helped Bettie off the table and she gently placed a kiss on my lips. It felt like we all needed a hot shower, my thigh muscles tensing from leaning against the table. Norman patted my bottom.
“Why don’t you get your sister cleaned up and then we can start preparing for the rest of the day?” Norman suggested.
“Yes, sir,” I replied while nodding my head and taking Bettie’s hand. “We’ll freshen up for you.”
Norman smiled and laid kisses upon our foreheads, waving as we walked towards the bedroom where the bathroom was located. As Bettie and I stepped under the warm water, we giggled and joked while blowing bubbles around the shower. It was wonderful to spend such joyful time with my sister, our laughter carrying over into the next room and likely brought a smile to our master’s face.
The happiness we felt seemed to have no end. It would forever drive us forward to be better and stronger, to work hard for each other and be supportive. I hoped it would always be this way. Now that we had each other, there was nothing that could possibly get in the way of our bond. I would make sure of that.
Chapter Three
The next day, Norman went off to his job as he usually did around 8:00 AM while the ladies and I stayed at home. Courtney was telling us all about her modeling career and how she’s traveled the world over posing for famous photographers such as Marques Mellon, Judy Garcia, and Wallace Fields. We were in awe of the collection she had stored on her laptop, and Bettie and I sat right next to her as she showed us each picture.
“This one is from a fashion shoot in London,” she said while pulling up a photograph of her posing in a corset. “It’s my favorite because of the goth look.”
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Bettie commented. “And your hair looks amazing black! It really matches your complexion.”
Courtney beamed.
“Norman insisted that I dyed it back to blond the next day. He liked it, but said it didn’t quite suit my exuberant personality,” she explained.
“You look good in anything, Courtney,” I commented.
She smiled.
“So do you, dear,” she replied.
I blushed and she continued to swipe through photos, opening the web browser to go to one of her photographer’s websites. When she searched for a specific picture, a slew of results came up in the web search that caught my attention. It looked like it might have been my face, but I stifled the urge to lean over Courtney’s shoulder. I didn’t want to disrespect her presentation.
“What’s that?” Bettie asked while pointing to the screen.
“I saw that, too,” I said. “I wasn’t sure if it was—”
Courtney clicked on the picture to enlarge it and Bettie gasped. I nearly dropped my glass of lemonade. As I set it on the desk, Courtney scrolled through a few more pictures and we quickly realized that Claus hadn’t held up his end of the bargain.
“That…scoundrel…” I said while shaking with rage.
I could hardly contain myself. It was beyond upsetting to see our faces plastered on the screen, mascara running down our faces as tears of pain stained our necks. I remembered that shoot. It was the day that Claus had introduced a bit of pain into our regular routine. He had attached nipple clamps to both Bettie and I and had us put weight against them. It was grueling work that made my nipples sore for a week after that, making it difficult for me to enjoy any sort of stimulation in the following weeks.
As I studied the screen, the images became blurry and I realized I was already crying. A sob caused me to hiccup and I leaned forward against Courtney’s shoulder. She wrapped her arm around me as Bettie took my hand, assuring me that everything would be alright. It was funny having our roles reversed. I was typically the one comforting her whenever a challenging issue arose, but here she was comforting me. I must have been a good role model.
“We’ll take care of this, darling. Norman will not allow this to persist now that you’re back under our protection,” Courtney said.
“But it’s all over the internet,” I insisted. “People already have it saved and copied and pasted everywhere. That’s how the web works.”
“Yes, but we can sue him for breaching contract,” Courtney said confidently. “And if we threaten his estate, he’ll concede.”
“Are you sure that will work?” Bettie asked, a tear rolling down her cheek.
“Yes, I’m more than positive. Don’t you cry,” Courtney replied, wiping the tears from both our faces.
Despite her comforting touch, the hurt remained in my gut like a stone that weighed me down. I felt like I was going to f
all over. It was embarrassing having our photos up on the web like that. Any pervert could exploit our image at this point, and I was angry that Claus was still reaping the benefit of our suffering. How could he be so selfish?
Norman would likely have a fit as soon as he got home and I didn’t want to be around for it. I knew how angry he could get, the way he could make anyone feel smaller than a grain of rice for any insolence. It made me cower in my chair just to picture it. Seeing that I was incredibly distraught, Bettie led me to the bedroom where she wrapped me up in a huge faux blanket and stroked my hair while humming.
It was her perfect way of comforting me and I fully appreciate her efforts. Immediately, I felt my body relax into the mattress and I shut my eyes to rest briefly. Bettie continued to run her fingers through my long locks, smoothing them behind my ear while whispering that everything would be alright.
“You know, it’s funny,” I said softly in the early afternoon light. “I’m usually the one doing this for you.”
Bettie chuckled.
“You did such a good job with me. I’m only returning the kindness,” she stated while interlocking her fingers with mine.
“I appreciate you,” I whispered. “So much.”
“I’m glad. It’s much more welcoming here than it was back at that mansion,” she said.
“Yes, it is. I was hoping you would warm up to it quickly, and it appears you have,” I said.
“Indeed. It’s been too wonderful for words, Sammy,” she said.
“It’ll be like this always,” I said.
“Will it?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course, it will,” Courtney said from the door. “Are you two alright? I know that must have been jarring.”
“We’re alright,” I replied. “I just need time to process.”
“Take all the time you need,” Courtney said. “I’ll be in the office.”
I had some work to accomplish for Norman, but there was plenty of time to get it done. I just had to balance his checkbook and organize his planner while programming the calendar in his laptop with a number of appointments. He was going to be incredibly busy soon which meant he might have to travel. I wasn’t looking forward to watching him leave again. Just seeing him leave in the morning was enough to cause me nausea, making me run to the bathroom in fear of losing the contents of my stomach.
After thirty minutes, my stomach would settle and I would proceed to eat breakfast slowly while distracting myself with morning conversation. Courtney was good about keeping my mind preoccupied with more important things. Right now, I just wanted to cuddle up with Bettie and forget about everything. She was rubbing my shoulders and it made me feel better, relaxing back into her bosom as she rolled her fingertips over my skin. I moaned.
“Is that good?” she asked.
“It definitely is,” I replied.
“Good,” she said while kissing my temple. “Don’t you worry, okay? I don’t like it when you worry. You make yourself sick.”
“I know,” I said. “I can’t help that I feel everything so deeply.”
“It’s honestly something I admire about you,” she whispered. “You care.”
I smiled.
It had never been in my nature to lack care and compassion. I had always held it for people and animals alike, weeping quietly in my living room when those depressing animal shelter commercials came on late night cable. As someone with a huge heart, I had felt incredibly alone and under appreciated until Norman gave me attention. It was strange to think of it that way, but his demanding nature gave my generous heart a purpose. I reflected that on Bettie and Courtney as well. They gave me things to care about.
Imagining any harm coming to them moved me to tears in an instant, something had to stifle heavily over the past few days. I was still mourning the loss of Norman and Courtney even as they laid in bed next to me. Such trauma left me feeling helpless to the riptide that threatened to suck me out at any moment. It made my mind fragile. I felt like, at any given moment, our structure could be cracked by any outside force. It was a natural reaction to having been taken – twice, I might add – in the same year and I think I just needed time to process and cope.
Having Courtney and Bettie by my side on a daily basis influenced me heavily. Neither of them left me alone for very long and hearing them move about the house eased my troubled mind. The other night, I had awakened from a horrible nightmare where the house was empty and I couldn’t even leave to locate my family. My scream woke the others and I felt guilty at having disturbed their sleep. Of course, they soothed me back into a more peaceful state, but I couldn’t get rid of that nagging feeling that one of these days might be the day.
I don’t think my vulnerable body could handle such a thing. If I woke up alone, I might lose it completely. Their insistence that they wouldn’t leave helped, but it also made me wonder if they really meant it. After all, Norman had betrayed me once. He might do it again. My face clouded with worry, I rolled on my side and allowed Bettie to continue rubbing my back, dragging her nails under my blouse and eliciting goosebumps. It made me giggle. She knew just which buttons to press.
Within moments, I was back in my relaxed state and threw away any leftover thoughts about my family leaving me. They would never do that, not after how hard they had worked to get me back. Norman had hatched a plan to take me back and brought my sister with me, too, which meant he cared about my mental health. I knew he cared about me. I knew Courtney and Bettie did as well. They wouldn’t give me such comfort if they didn’t.
But if Norman had fooled me once, who said he wouldn’t do it again?
Chapter Four
“He did what?!” Norman cried from the living room.
I was hiding in the office, buried under a small pile of paperwork that I desperately wanted to have sorted before he had gotten home, but it seemed he had arrived early. I was tapping madly into the laptop while trying to keep my composure. The yelling started as soon as Courtney spilled the beans and I was ready to hear things breaking as a result of his quick temper.
But nothing came.
A rage didn’t ensue like I thought it would. I had seen him angry enough to break things, but never to bring harm to another person, especially not his beloved little ladies. I sighed with relief when he calmly explained to Courtney how he was going to handle the situation. Listening intently, I stopped typing.
“I’m going to have to take a trip out there and speak to Claus myself,” Norman said. “And I’ll make sure this time that he holds up his end of the contract. I mean business.”
It aroused me to hear him talk so passionately. I looked down to see that I had soaked myself through my panties and was now embarrassingly sitting in my own nectar without anyone to clean it up. I could probably ask, but I was afraid to. I peeked through the cracked door to see if anyone was heading my way, debating whether I would have enough time to pleasure myself. It was hot listening to him speak about defending us and I wanted to savor the heat of that moment.
As he continued talking, I slipped my fingers up my own skirt and found the soaked patch on the front of my panties.
“I’ll have to book the next flight out,” he explained.
I slipped one finger beneath the fabric.
“And I’ll probably bring Ronald with me to rough him up a little,” he went on.
My fingers were cold against my warm silk, causing me to shiver against the leather chair.
“He’ll definitely pay with more than money this time. I’ll be sure of it,” Norman said.
I leaned my head back as I pushed between my petals, eyes fluttering as fluid met my cold finger. Another finger followed and slid in tandem with the other while I kept my eyes slit open just enough to see the door. I spread my legs wider.
“You’ll have to care for the girls. I’ll only be gone a few days at most,” he continued.
My mouth hung open and I gasped. I stroked deeper and used my thumb to stimulate my bud, smiling as I rubbed my
self into a state of bliss. I became absorbed in my own pleasure, to the point where I didn’t realize that Courtney and Norman had stopped talking. My eyes were half mast. I stroked faster. The door shut and a hand slithered down my neck to cup my breast.
“What is my naughty little girl doing?” Norman asked.
I looked up at him innocently with a playful grin.
“Oh, nothing…” I whispered.
“You should keep going,” he said while running his fingers down my arm.
He guided my fingers back inside and held my hand in place, watching with excitement as I continued to stroke my beautiful flower. A moan escaped his lips and I watched his eyes dart down my body to the point of pleasure, keeping his hand firmly against mine. I dug deeper and stroked harder, my skin twitching in response to the stimulation.
Having Norman watch me pleasure myself was intense. I don’t think he’s ever caught me doing such a thing. I recall long ago how I would retreat to the bathroom after meetings just to rub myself raw. Seeing him in a position of power made my heart flutter and caused my skin to tingle. It was arousing. Now he’s seeing what it does to me and I simply couldn’t stop. I was overcome with joy that he didn’t punish me and that he wanted to see me finish, my little hand causing my pelvis to buck wildly from the leather chair.
As I approached climax, I squeezed Norman’s hand and he encouraged me to cum.
“That’s it, girl. Come for me. Let your master see how much he pleases you,” he instructed.
Those words alone beckoned my climax, my body shaking in response. He held my shoulders in place as I came, covering my mouth to stifle the moans that echoed in celebration of my achievement. When I was done, he stroked the hair out of my face and kissed my forehead.
“Now, why was my little girl stroking herself in the office?” he asked.
“Because of you, sir,” I replied. “It turns me on to hear you take charge.”