Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... a second. Each cheek received two more hits before I targeted the dildos again. By the time our five minutes was up Barb was crying and dripping onto the hay covered floor as well.

I inserted my finger between the suction cup and her nipple, popping it off of her and removing the second the same way. Barb sighed with relief, but I gestured Julie forward again and pointed to Barb’s nipple.

“Now you suck!” I told her, “Hard!”

She did as told, wrapping her hands around one and sucking for all she was worth making Barb’s soft sobbing turn to moans of arousal. Pain and pleasure meshing and driving the woman into a throbbing and purely physical thing with no other thoughts except the sensations we were making her feel.

I watched Julie sucking on Barb and felt an envy that was completely out of place. This was my idea! I was making them mother and daughter for real! I should be happy and very turned on! I turned away, just for a moment, but I couldn’t stay that way. Julie, at least, could see me, would know that something was wrong. She looked up.

“Are you going to do the other one?” she asked.

“No. You do that one too,” I told her and I watched. I barely blinked, I was focused so intently. God, they were beautiful! It did not matter just then that Barb was not Julie’s biological mother. She had been the only mother Julie had ever known. This would bring them closer together. I wondered briefly if Julie’s real mother had breastfed her. My mother hadn’t bothered. ...

... It would have been inconvenient for the gentleman callers. Stupid bitch! According to Tess she could have been making twice if not three times the money if she hadn’t let her milk dry up so she could get back to her quick and cheap hookups for her drug money.

I stopped Julie when the time was up and took the lid off the crockpot. Julie blanched to see the steam rising from the pot. I used the tongs to remove one syringe. I had Julie put on the gloves to protect her hands and gave it to her. I pointed to the exact spot it needed to go into Barb’s breast and stepped back. She pushed the needle in and hit the plunger quickly, but when Barb screamed piercingly, her hand started to shake. She went white as a sheet and dropped the syringe as soon as she pulled it out.

I had no time for her little girl’s prissiness and so grabbed the second syringe out of the crockpot with the tongs, not waiting for Julie to remove the gloves and hand them to me. I inserted the needle under Barb’s breast, directly opposite the first injection. She whimpered, tensing, until I pushed the plunger down. Her scream was gorgeous, wetting my panties in one go and making her shudder in her restraints! I forgot all about Julie as I watched my beautiful slave thrash and cry as she pulled against the ropes. Then I grabbed the third syringe. It went directly between the first two, on the inside of her breast, close to her chest. The fourth one went between the first two, but on the other side. She began ...