Chapter 9
Cindy was meeting some of Daddy's strange friends. She, in fact, was eating one of Daddy's strange friends - the girl named Dolly.
It was a kinky little party at Warfield's house. Grace was away - on a weekend outing with James, although she pretended to be elsewhere.
William Warfield was not in the least interested in the whereabouts of his wife. He was happy that she absented herself so frequently.
Her absences made it easy for him to arrange parties like this.
It was early Saturday evening, and things were starting to get rolling. The group was gathered in the living room.
There was William Warfield, his daughter Cindy, Olga, and Dolly.
Cindy was on her knees with her hands tied in front of her. She was naked, except for the black leather slave collar circling her throat.
Her ass was red, hot, blistered - the result of the public punishment Daddy had just finished giving her. The ass cheeks burned bright red.
The heat in her bottom made the rest of her flesh tingle. Her nipples stood out stiffly. Heat seethed in her pussy.
Dolly stood over her. Like Cindy, Dolly was naked and wore a slave collar. Her feet were planted far apart, opening up her thighs.
Her hands were tied behind her back. Having her arms pulled back caused Dolly's small breasts to thrust out even more than normal.
Her nipples were darker and longer than Cindy's - but they were equally stiff.
Tear tracks glistened on Cindy's red face, although she had stopped weeping. She sniffled as she pressed her face to Dolly's pussy.
Dolly looked something like Cindy - which was not surprising.
William Warfield had demanded that Olga supply him with a girl who resembled his own daughter as much as possible. Dolly fit the bill.
Now, the two girls were being enslaved and made to serve together - a most stimulating scene, that pair of nubile teenagers made.
They looked quite alike. Their features, hair color, and physique were similar.
The difference was that Dolly was a bit harder around the edges than Cindy. Dolly's complexion was not so glowing with good health.
Dolly's skin was stretched tighter across her bones. Her cheekbones jutted, and her cheeks were sunken, giving her a gaunt look Cindy's breasts were lusher and rounder than Dolly's, and the ripe curve of her swelling buttocks was more fleshily abundant.
Dolly's bush was matted with saliva from Cindy's mouth. Her fingers writhed, bound behind her back as they were. She moaned.
Cindy nuzzled and licked Dolly's pussy.
Dolly had thin, delicate pink pussy lips. Inside, she dripped with juices which were sharp and tangy on Cindy's probing tongue.
Dolly thrust her hips forward, grinding them against Cindy's face. Her pussy lips tingled and quivered from the licking she was getting.
Dolly's eyes were slits in her red sweating face. Her firm buttocks jiggled as she moved in response to the rhythms of Cindy's tongue.
Cindy licked and lapped, her face smeared with the other girl's juices.
William Warfield and Olga relaxed and watched the show.
Warfield wore a black leather vest and matching pants. Riding boots of polished black leather covered his feet.
He held a drink in one hand and a riding crop in the other.
Olga sat on the other side of his couch. She was a big, buxom, raw, vital woman, larger than life, dressed in leather.
Olga was in her middle forties. Her face was wide, heart-shaped. Her short blonde hair was dyed; black roots showed where they rose from her scalp.
Her face was heavily made-up. Her brows were dark and arched. Her lashes were full, and framed a pair of gray eyes which were cool and watchful.
There was a fine network of seamed wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and deep creased lines bracketing her ripe red mouth.
Her nose was thick, with flared nostrils. Her lips were full, wide, sensual. They glimmered with red lipstick which was like wet paint.
Of medium height, she had a powerful big-boned body. It was sheathed in a clinging black leather dress which hugged the curves of her body.
Her breasts were oversized melons of flesh. Their weight caused the thin shoulder straps of the leather gown to cut into her flesh.
Her broad shoulders were white and shining. Her breasts were lush globes which strained the seams of the cups which held them.
The gown was cut low, so that a good deal of her white bosom flesh was on display. The top rim of the pink halo circling her nipples could be seen.
Her middle was thick but not fat. Her hips flared outward.
Olga crossed her legs. Her skirt rode high up on her plump thighs, which were covered with sleek nylons.
From the knees downward, polished leather boots with pointed toes and high spiked heels covered her calves and feet.
Looped around her wrist was the leather thong of a braided instrument which was basically a small-sized cat-o'-nine-tails.
The cat itself lay across the tops of her rounded thighs, the whippy, snakelike leather thongs fanning out over her flesh.
She sipped some sweet blackberry brandy from a thin, delicate glass.
Warfield rubbed his bulging crotch. His penis was hard. He squeezed it, squirming forward in his seat to watch Cindy and Dolly.
Dolly tilted her head back, cording her neck muscles. Sweat shone on her jiggling upper breasts. She rocked her head forward and backward.
Moans came from her bobbing head. She ground her hips into Cindy's face.
Cindy's tongue tip was pressed to the pink button of flesh which was Dolly's clitoris. That pearl of flesh throbbed from the tongue polishing.
Dolly shuddered as her orgasm hit her.
Sweat rolled off her body. Her muscles tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her head rolled forward, so that her pointed chin rested on her chest.
She heaved a deep sigh. She jerked her hips back, pulling her sensitized pussy from Cindy's hot wet mouth. Her saliva-wet pussy lips quivered.
Dolly took a few stumbling steps backward. She was doubled forward, so that her firm ripe breasts dangled, the nipples standing out like pebbles.
Dolly gave out a wailing cry as she came. She choked off the cry, stifling it in her throat, as she whipped her head from side to side.
She was moaning and gasping. She lurched and nearly lost her balance, but then recovered. Her heaving gasps faded in volume.
Olga waited until both girls were somewhat recovered. She motioned to Warfield. He leaned forward, and she whispered in his ear.
Whatever she suggested, Warfield must have approved it. There was a glint in Olga's hard eyes and a smirk on her ripe wet red lips.
She clapped her hands once to get the attention of the girls. Dolly opened her eyes and Cindy looked at Olga, waiting expectantly for the next command.
Olga set her glass down and stood up. She slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled her dress down to her waist, exposing her breasts.
Her unbound masses of flesh were white and shining. The nipples were the size of thimbles, and jutted out in stiff erection.
The fleshy globes of her breasts jiggled when they were released from the support of the cups. Their weight caused them to sag slightly.
Olga sat down. Smiling wickedly, she cupped her breasts, soft white bosom flesh oozing over the edges of her palms.
She squeezed her breasts, pinching her hard nipples. Savage delight flickered over her face. The nipples stood out stiffer than ever.
Olga crooked her finger and beckoned the teenagers to her.
"Come here, girls - come to Olga. Come to your mistress."
William Warfield leaned back in his seat and watched with eager eyes.
Muscles flexed in Cindy's smooth thighs and calves as she unfolded her legs and rose to a standing position.
Her buttocks were pulled taut, and she shivered from their hot pain. She and Dolly submissively trotted over to Olga, who reached for them.
Olga wrapped her hands around Cindy's waist. Olga's hands were strong and plump with veins writhing on the backs, and red-painted pointed nails.
Cindy shivered as Olga gripped her. Olga's palms felt leathery. Olga pulled Cindy to a sitting position on the couch on her right side.
Cindy's face twisted from the pain of putting her body weight on her sore behind.
Olga pulled Dolly down on her left side. Dolly's buttocks were pink and blushing from the punishment they had received.
Olga sat between the two teenagers, a fleshy older woman, dominant and strong. Her ripe red lips peeled back over white teeth to flesh a grin.
"These are my girls." She hugged Cindy and Dolly at the same time.
Cindy sighed and demurely lowered her head and looked down when Olga began fondling her breasts. Olga kneaded the ripe mounds of flesh.
Olga's thumb and forefinger pinched Cindy's nipple. Cindy squirmed and gasped.
"You're pretty well developed for a girl your age," Olga said. "But I'm a mature woman, with a woman's body. See?"
Olga cupped her bare breast. Bosom flesh oozed from between her fingers. She put her other hand on the back of Cindy's neck and pulled her down.
Cindy's face rubbed the warm smooth soft yielding breast. Olga smiled as Cindy nuzzled her bosom flesh. Cindy puckered her lips.
Olga rubbed her breast against Cindy's mouth. "Are you hungry, child?"
She lifted her nipple to Cindy's mouth. "Here's something to suck!"
Cindy opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the stiff nipple. It throbbed against the smooth sleek wet insides of her lips.
"You didn't think that Olga would neglect her sweet Dolly, did you? Here, lover, there's one for you, too." Olga pulled Dolly to her.
Dolly fastened her puckered lips around Olga's other nipple. Now, both teens nursed at the oversized breasts of the fleshy dominatrix.
They made wet sucking sounds as they chewed and licked Olga's flesh.
Olga's face was a mask of pleasure. "Ahhhh - if there was only a third girl to go between my legs, I would be in heaven!"
"Allow me," William Warfield offered.
He got off the couch and knelt down at Olga's booted feet. Cindy raised her head to peer with curiosity, but Olga pushed it back down to her breast.
Olga squirmed around on the seat cushions, lifting her lush buttocks. "Pull up my skirt and take down my panties," she commanded huskily.
William Warfield reached under her leather skirt. The aroma of leather was rich in his nostrils, thick, pungent, intoxicating.
A pair of skin-tight leather panties were stretched taut across Olga's wide white hips. The crotch of them cut into her labia.
Warfield reached up under the skirt and peeled the panties off Olga's flesh. Down they came, rolling into a black line of fabric on her legs.
He pulled the panties down past her knees, to her booted ankles.
Warfield took the panties off her feet. His fingers tingled when they made contact with the brightly polished leather of her boots.
He lifted her panties to his face, opening them so he could thrust his nose inside. He inhaled deeply of the aroma of her panties.
"Why settle for that, when you can have the real thing?" Olga asked.
She hiked up her skirt, bunching it up around her thick waist. Her inner thighs were smooth and white and spreading as they oozed over her stocking tops.
She let her knees fall apart, opening her plump thighs, exposing her pussy.
Her bush was a black triangle of furry, glossy hair which reached halfway to her rounded navel. Her dark pussy lips were thick and fleshy.
Warfield's mouth watered at the sight of her. He rested his sweating hands on top of her thighs, the nylons sleek and clinging on her flesh.
He put his head between her legs. Her pussy lips rippled when his hot breath played over them. He fastened his mouth on them for a long kiss.
Olga oohed and aahed with pleasure. Cindy sucked one of her nipples, Dolly sucked the other, and William mouthed her pussy.
Olga's juices, rich and flavorful, were thick on Warfield's probing tongue. The pussy lips throbbed against his open mouth.
He dipped his tongue deep. Olga squealed with breathless pleasure as he glided his tongue over her dripping membranes, licking up juices.
She ground her pussy against his mouth, smearing secretions on his hot face.
His tongue traveled upward, until it contacted the fat marble of sensitive flesh which was her clitoris. His tongue tip caressed it.
The room was filled with active liquid sounds as three mouths worked on Olga. Olga's heavy sighs deepened, and her breath came in panting gasps.
When she came, she squeezed her thighs shut on William's head, pressing his face hard against her pulsing pussy.
After shaking and shuddering, she flopped her thighs open. Warfield, his eyes glazed, lifted his wet face from her pussy.
Olga slumped in the seat cushions. Dolly and Cindy's heads were both pressed to her expansive bosom, with their mouths clamped to her nipples.
Warfield rose, smacking his lips. Oils from Olga gleamed wetly on his face.
After a moment, Olga, her pleasure-glazed eyes shining with a new light of arousal, pushed Cindy and Dolly away from her breasts.
Her stiff nipples, and the soft flesh surrounding them, gleamed with saliva from the mouths of the happily enslaved teens.
Olga said, "Look at these lazy girls, loafing away! Did you think that it would be this easy for you all the time, my children?"
"Well, it's high time you both were put back to work!"
Olga rose, her breasts jiggling. They arched and lifted as she raised her hands high over her head, rose on tiptoes, and stretched.
She put her hand familiarly between Warfield's legs and patted the bulging penis. "It seems as though you could do with a bit of servicing."
"Put Cindy into position first," Warfield said. His hard cock throbbed when Olga gave it a cunning little squeeze.
Olga lightly slashed her whip across Cindy's hip. "Get up, lazybones!"
The leather thongs, thin and long, curled around Cindy's hip, leaving red welted marks on her flesh to show where they bit her.
Cindy cried out. Electrified, she leaped to her feet, rubbing her sore spot.
"Ah, that's much better." Olga flashed a thin-lipped smile of sadistic approval. "This girl could really benefit from some of my training program."
"Yes, indeed she could." Warfield thoughtfully stroked his chin as he considered Olga's remark. "We'll have to discuss that - later."
"Later, of course," Olga chuckled throatily. "You must be eager and impatient. Well, I'll get things ready for your pleasure."
Olga gripped Cindy's upper arm and led her behind the couch. She forced Cindy to lean forward from the waist, bending over the couch.
Cindy's flat middle rested on the back of the sofa. Her feet were firmly planted on the floor. Her upper body hung on the other side of the couch.
Cindy stretched her bound arms out in front of her and rested her head in them. Being bent forward caused her sore, spanked buttocks to go all taut.
She whimpered and squirmed from the pain. Olga hovered over her, arranging her. "Get those feet farther apart, girl," Olga commanded.
Cindy stood with her long legs spread wide apart. Olga stood there with her hands on her hips. She smiled - everything was to her liking.
Her skirt was still on. She pulled it down off her hips. It fell in a heap of black leather at her booted feet. She stepped out, leaving it where it had fallen.
A black leather garter belt circled her waist, cutting into the masses of soft white flesh. Her pussy lips and bush still glistened with saliva.
Her masses of flesh - her breasts and belly and buttocks and thighs - all rippled and flexed as she crossed the room to fetch her dildo.