Candice in Suburbia Ch. 03

"I recently became Anna's slave," I explained, gesturing to Anna. Anna introduced herself and then shook hands with my neighbor.

"Anna decided that I need to go door to door and inform the neighbors that I'm a slave now."

"That's very interesting," Mrs. Patron responded, transitioning rapidly from shock and concern to apparent acceptance. No doubt the spell the coven cast played a big role in that.

"Candice is still adjusting to her status as a sex slave," Anna explained. "She's spent most of her life as a normal girl, so it's an uphill battle getting her used to being constantly naked and sexually objectified."

"Well, I suppose making her show off her naked body to the neighbors is a step in the right direction," Mrs. Patron responded, sounding like this was a normal thing to do to me.

I could see Mr. Patron in the hallway, viewing me from a distance. He murmured some words of approval as he ambled forward to get a closer look. "Oh, my God," he said as he moved even closer and ended up standing directly behind his wife.

Then Anna turned to me and said, "Turn around, Candice. I want them to see you from every angle."

I groaned and gave Anna a plaintive look.

"Slow turn," Anna insisted. "You're very beautiful and I want Mr. and Mrs. Patron to have a chance to admire every inch of your exquisite body."

I could feel my cheeks flaming with shame, but I obeyed, turning so my neighbors could see my reddened buttocks and then again to show my breasts and my shaved sex.

"Very beautiful," Mrs. Patron said as she admired my body. "Your breasts are magnificent."

"Did you see her butt?" inquired Mr. Patron. "You can see that she's been spanked. I doubt the poor girl did anything to deserve it."

"Not much," replied his wife, "except have the most beautiful and perfectly shaped buttocks imaginable."

Oh wow. There I was, naked, and red-assed in a public place and instead of freaking out, Mrs. Patron was saying that I deserved to be spanked because I had a beautiful bottom. My situation was humiliating, but it was also surreal. Who could have imagined a bizarre scenario like this actually occurring?

"She is adorable, isn't she?" Anna said. Then she placed a finger under my chin, lifted my head up and kissed me, while the neighbors watched.

When we broke from the kiss, Anna turned to my neighbors and said, "Her body is young and firm and bewitching. Would you like to feel for yourself?"

Mr. and Mrs. Patron glanced at each other and some sort of nonverbal communication went on between the two of them. I didn't understand the details behind the facial expressions and the body language, but once they were finished, Mrs. Patron smiled at me, reached out, and took my breasts into her hands.

She lovingly squeezed them, lifted them up, pushed them together and kneaded them like bread dough while I tensed up and did my best to keep my hands at my sides and let my middle-aged neighbor touch me everywhere.

"Oooohhh!"

I was unable to stifle a gasp when she worked her thumbs back and forth across my already stiff nipples, and I visibly trembled. My nipples were extremely responsive and throbbed urgently when she touched them.

I shivered and tried to stifle my moans. Then she reached between my legs and firmly felt my exposed pubic lips. They were swollen and wet with my own juices. The more Anna humiliated me, the more aroused I became. And as Claire kneaded my moist pubic lips in her hand, my intense levels of arousal became obvious.

"Oh wow," she enthused as she gripped my smooth vulva. "I've never been so attracted to another woman in all my life."

"Would you like to have sex with her?" Anna asked. "She's being conditioned to be a woman's slave, so I can't make the same offer to your husband, but I'd be willing to allow you to enjoy her."

Mrs. Patron blushed a deep shade of red, but she recovered quickly. She and Anna discussed the possibility of me being loaned out to my middle-aged neighbor and then they exchanged phone numbers. I didn't know when or where, but it was clear that at some point, I would be ordered to sexually service Mrs. Patron.

"Phil doesn't consider it to be cheating if I have sex with another woman," Mrs. Patron explained. "I'll be in touch."

Anna and I went home after that. Claire watched me as I walked down their driveway and headed down the sidewalk naked and barefoot. Of course, Anna ordered me to clasp my hands behind my neck so I couldn't cover up any part of my body.

Call me crazy but it seemed I could feel Claire's eyes on my ass, obsessively ogling my stinging red buttocks as I walked down the street. I wondered what sort of things she was planning to do to my young, naked body when she got the chance.

* * *

Another of my next-door neighbors is a thirty-nine-year-old woman named Ruth Reed. Princess Bedrohlich made certain, when I was still her slave, that I offer my body up to Ruth and allow her to abuse me and use me as her sexual plaything.

That was about two months ago. Or three months ago. I'm not sure. Whatever amount of time it was, I haven't interacted with Ruth much since then. Big mistake. Ruth felt neglected by my chronic absence, and she contacted my current mistress to complain.

"I'm a middle-aged, divorced woman," Ruth explained. "I don't have much of a social life. It would really brighten my day for a lesbian sex slave to come over to my house. But she's out entertaining other women and ignoring the woman who lives next door."

* * *

"Okay, new rule," Anna told me after she got off the phone with Ruth. "It's now the job of the sex slaves in this house to keep Ruth happy. At least once a week, you need to go over to her house for a visit."

To make up for lost time, both my mother and I were marched over there together and told to spend the entire day with Ruth. Of course, we were both naked. Anna decides when my mother and I are allowed to wear clothes, and she rarely allows us any.

"Ingrid," Ruth said as she eyed my mother's naked body. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Since you enjoy having one lesbian sex slave in your home, we thought two lesbian sex slaves might be appreciated even more," Anna explained.

Ruth ogled my mother, smiled from ear to ear and said, "Well, she does have lovely breasts and taut abs. I like that."

Then she turned to my mistress and asked, "but does she have a cute butt?"

In response Anna snapped, "Ingrid! Wall Pose!"

My mother obediently placed her hands on the wall, palms flat, and bent over slightly at the waist while spreading her legs wide and leaving her ass lewdly on display.

"See for yourself," Anna said cheerfully, gesturing at my mother.

Within moments, Mrs. Reed was running her hands up and down my mother's exposed buttocks. She caressed my mother's ass and even worked a hand between my mother's wide-spread legs to feel the wetness of her pubic lips.

"Oh, she's in great shape," Mrs. Reed declared after inspecting my mother's posterior. "Her ass is high and firm, and her leg muscles are long and lean. I love her inner thighs, and her glutes, and her skin is so soft and smooth! I just wanna touch her everywhere!"

Mrs. Reed did indeed spend several minutes touching my mom everywhere. She started by fondling my mother's buttocks and proceeded to run her hands all over my mother's thighs, her abdomen, her obliques, her pelvis and her breasts.

"I'm impressed, Ingrid," Mrs. Reed exclaimed. "Your body is every bit as exceptional as your daughter's!"

Ruth Reed spent several minutes marveling about my mother's body. Then she praised my body. She smacked each of us on the ass and commented on how unbelievably firm our glutes were.

"They're both scrumptious," Anna acknowledged. "I love them both. Of course, as they're slaves, I have to punish them often. Otherwise, they'll fall out of the slave mindset."

"That makes sense," Ruth agreed.

"It's traditional," Anna went on to elaborate. "Even if the slave isn't at fault, you should punish them anyway. It forces them to acknowledge their helplessness and their vulnerability."

I suspected that Anna was leading up to something, and I was right. It wasn't my fault that I hadn't visited Mrs. Reed much lately. I had just been following the agenda Anna set down for me. However, if something goes wrong, it is traditional that a slave gets punished for it, so Anna suggested that both my mother and I be spanked for Mrs. Reed's drab, listless social life.

"That would be fun, wouldn't it?" said Mrs. Reed.

A wicked smile spread across her face. She crossed the room, pulled out a leather upholstered ottoman, and sat down.

"Ingrid, you go over my lap first," Mrs. Reed said to my mother. She patted one of her knees to indicate the spot where my mother should drape her body.

My mother groaned, but she shuffled her bare feet across the floor and laid her nude body reluctantly across Mrs. Reed's lap.

I don't like admitting that I'm sexually attracted to my mother but seeing her across Mrs. Reed's lap, it was obvious my mom had a beautiful butt. It was the perfect size, the perfect shape, and when Mrs. Reed began to spank her, my mom's butt bounced and squirmed in a way that was undeniably sexy.

Anna stood watching all, her arms folded, looking imperious as my mother gasped, whimpered and bounced across Mrs. Reed's lap.

I stood there and watched my mom bouncing on Mrs. Reed's lap. I marveled at the beauty of my mother's bottom and her long, perfectly shaped legs. I could see her pubic lips and the way her bottom flexed and contracted with each spank. I could feel an insistent pulsing in my own loins as my mother cried out in pain, as red handprints decorated her exquisite bottom.

I felt like a traitor, feeling hot waves of desire as I watched my mother punished, but I tried to remind myself that I would be suffering soon enough. We would be sisters in suffering, not enemies or antagonists. My feelings of desire didn't mean that I was betraying my mother.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhhh!!!"

My mother writhed frantically as the concentrated blows rained down faster and faster. She cried out in pain as her bottom became redder and redder. I clenched my fists and my whole body tensed up as my mother screamed. Then the harsh, unforgiving punishment of my mother's bottom finally stopped.

"You can get up from my lap now, Ingrid," my neighbor said after mercilessly spanking my mother's ass.

My mother sobbed, and tears cascaded down her face. She rubbed her wounded bottom, attempting to ease some of the sting away. I couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked as she rubbed her bottom and sobbed miserably.

"We should do this often," Mrs. Reed said, overtaken with girlish glee, "like on a weekly basis! Or maybe even twice a week!"

Of course, with my mother's ordeal over, it didn't take long before I was ordered to go over Mrs. Reed's lap. My mother stepped out of the way, and I brushed past her as I padded over to Ruth.

"Over my lap you get," Mrs. Reed said as she grabbed me around the waist and hips and pulled me into position. I ended up with my face staring down at the floor and the curves of my buttocks conveniently positioned where they would be most vulnerable.

"You have a really beautiful bottom," Ruth assured me, "I mean, your whole body is beautiful, but your bottom is especially enticing. It's like it has me under a spell, and I'm helpless. I just can't look away."

Mrs. Reed gushed about how beautiful my ass was and then spent several minutes running her hands all over my curves before I felt the first stinging slap come down on my unprotected bottom.

That first slap was a surprise. The impact of Ruth's hand made a surprisingly loud sound and hurt far more than I was expecting. At a casual glance, Ruth seemed like an approachable, friendly middle-aged woman. She also didn't look all that strong.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I exclaimed as Mrs. Reed assaulted my bare buttocks. My legs kicked and my hips squirmed, but Ruth kept one hand gripped around my waist, preventing me from sliding off her lap no matter how much I bounced and squirmed across her thighs.

Ruth assured me that she enjoyed my girlish screams and that the way I squirmed across her lap was 'erotic' and 'delicious.' She claimed that the way I writhed, panted, and emitted yelps of pain was too entertaining for words.

My bottom was still throbbing with an intense, scalding pain when Mrs. Reed pulled me up off her lap and enveloped me in her arms. I was hugged and kissed and then thrown onto the couch.

"Oh my God, you look so pretty when you're crying. The sight of you all naked and suffering, it just does something amazing to me."

My bottom was still on fire, and my brain was focusing mostly on the red-hot pain. As a result of that, I couldn't focus and when Mrs. Reed forced my legs far apart, I didn't immediately deduce why she would be doing that. Then I felt her hot breath and her enthusiastic lips on my swollen pubic lips.

"Aahhhh," I gasped as Mrs. Reed's tongue tasted my juices and licked at my sensitive labia. Her tongue was skilled at finding the most responsive spots, and I continued to gasp and pant as wave after wave of desire passed through me.

"Candice, it seems that your neighbor likes the way you taste," Anna commented, although I could barely hear her over the sounds of my own gasping and girlish cries of libidinous desire.

I felt a certain amount of shame that my mother was watching as Mrs. Reed ate my pussy, but then my ability to feel shame came crashing down when my hard, swollen clitoris was absorbed into Ruth's eager mouth. And then she proceeded to suck on it.

It was sensory overload. It was too much, too fast, and I feared I might pass out from the rapid onslaught of sensations. My hips writhed involuntarily, and I panted and yelped.

"Oh God," I exclaimed as Mrs. Reed tightened her hold on my thighs and spread them even wider. "Oh God! Oh God! Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh!"

Ruth Reed's enthusiastic mouth continued to work its magic between my legs. One wave of pleasure after another ripped through me, increasing the intensity of my orgasm again and again until I thought that my clit would certainly explode.

I screamed till my throat was raw, and when the orgasm was over, my body was twitching and covered in a sheen of sweat. The afterglow from my orgasm was magical, and I just stared at the ceiling as I savored the delicious sensation.

"You liked that?" Mrs. Reed asked as she hovered over me, her hands still holding my thighs apart.

"Unbelievable," I whispered in between panting, "Oh God, that was amazing."

"I enjoyed doing it," she responded, "The sounds that you make as you're getting closer to orgasm are delicious, and that look on your face! Absolutely adorable!"

What happened after that was a blur. At some point our positions were reversed and Ruth was lying on the couch, while I knelt and kissed her vulva and lapped at her pink, swollen pubic lips. My middle-aged neighbor was extremely eager, and her first orgasm hit way too soon. With Anna and me, orgasms are things to be savored, not to be rushed.

Well, what Mrs. Reed lacked in patience, she more than made up for in endurance. She ordered me to stay on my knees and lick her to a second orgasm. The second orgasm seemed more special, with a great deal more moaning, panting and gasping than the first orgasm. Some of the sounds she made as I licked her to orgasm seemed exotic.

Then Mrs. Reed went off to the kitchen. She came back with a bottle of Evian water. She drank about half the bottle herself, offered some to me and then ordered me between her thighs once again.

Like I said, the woman had endurance. When my tongue got tired, she ordered my mother to lick her pussy. I lost count, but I think Mrs. Reed had four or five orgasms before the day was over.