Panic shot through Ginger when she heard the bolt opening on the door. Alice stepped completely naked into the room. She looked fresh and cheerful. Her blonde hair fell in strands over her shapely tits. She held a black riding crop in her right hand. "Good morning. Oh, did mean ole J.D. leave you tied up all night?" She knelt and untied Ginger's ankles.
Ginger felt like kissing her in gratitude. She stretched her legs, feeling the stiffness begin to ease. "Thank you." She turned so Alice could untie her wrists. When her hands were free, she started to unbuckle the collar around her neck.
"Leave the leash on," Alice ordered. "Just because I didn't come in whipping you doesn't mean you're not still a slave. And my slave if I want you to be." She spread her legs and rested her hands on her hips. "Kneel down to me!"
Ginger moaned silently. All this slave stuff was becoming too much for her. To how many people would she have to humiliate herself? It seemed like everyone was her boss. If she didn't obey them she would be whipped. But it was for Roger. Reluctantly, her limbs stiff, she turned and knelt in front of Alice.
"Bow down, slave. Touch your head to the floor. Worship me! If you're going to be any use to the group, you've got to learn to serve. Understand you are a slave. Now kiss my feet."
Group? What group had she become a member of? And how many people were in it? She hesitated too long obeying Alice's order and felt the stinging kiss of the riding crop cracking across her buttocks. Quickly she cupped Alice's right foot in her palms and began kissing the top of it.
She kept her lips puckered at first, but soon began licking and lavishing affection on Alice's foot as though she were making love.
"That's it, slave. Keep it up. Suck my toes. Pretend they're little cocks. Oh… that feels good." When she was satisfied with Ginger's performance, she ordered her to repeat the same thing to her left foot.
When Ginger finished bathing Alice's feet, she continued licking and lapping her way up her legs. She tasted her creamy skin and realized with a shudder that she enjoyed the warm taste on her tongue. And the skin of kissing a woman stirred a perverse arousal in her. She reached Alice's spread thighs and traced a wet trail up to the blonde curls covering her beautiful-looking mound.
Ginger lapped her tongue into Alice's pink slit and tasted the hot moisture. Her cunt tasted sweet and fragrant. If Alice wasn't satisfied with this kind of worship, she would never be satisfied. Ginger cupped Alice's ass and caressed her firm cheeks. She felt Alice's hands on her head, pulling her harder against her pussy. Ginger licked deeper into the moist interior.
"You're doing a good job, slave. Keep this up and you may become an asset after all," Alice spread her thighs even wider and leaned back against the door so she could watch the lewd scene unfold in the mirror. "I like watching you eat my pussy. Stick your tongue way inside. Ummm… that's it. Oh… oh! Yes, just like that. Nibble my cunt lips. Work your way all the way around."
Ginger did her best to satisfy her. She didn't want to give her any reason to use the riding crop. She slurped her tongue over her pussy as hard and urgently as possible. She tasted Alice's tender flesh on her tongue like honey.
The door opened and Alice quickly and surprisingly pushed Ginger's head away. Ginger looked up as J.D. stepped into the room. "I told you to feed her food, not your cunt," he roared.
Alice backed away from him, her fear showing in her face. "I thought I'd just have a little fun with her first," she pouted.
J.D. grabbed the riding crop from Alice and lashed it over her tits savagely.
"I'll tell you when to have fun. You seem to forget your true status, bitch. You're just a slave the same as she is. Now get down on your knees."
Alice quickly knelt beside Ginger. She bowed her head to J.D. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything wrong. Please don't punish me. I'll do anything to make it up."
"It's not me you should be telling you're sorry. Tell her. She's the one you were ordering around."
Alice looked at Ginger out of the corner of her eye. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I won't do it again."
J.D. wasn't satisfied with that. He made Ginger stand and take Alice's place against the wall. She spread her thighs as she was told and offered her pussy to Alice. With their situations reversed, she felt her cunt tingling in anticipation of being eaten. As soon as Alice pressed her face into Ginger's pussy, J.D. began lashing the riding crop across her ass.
Ginger's climax came in a matter of seconds. Like a jolt of electricity searing through her flesh, Alice's tongue literally devoured her pussy in a feverish attempt to save her own ass from being beaten raw. Ginger screamed with exploding pleasure. "I'm commmming! Oh… eat it, suck it! Lap my pussy!"
She humped her hips into Alice's face, feeling her tongue stabbing like a cock into her pussy, sucking and slurping out her bubbling cunt juices. Ginger's fingers raked across her own breasts as her climax throbbed drum-like. And when it ended, Alice's tongue continued flaying at her clit and cunt lips until Ginger's arousal returned with renewed fire.
But before a second orgasm was reached, J.D. dropped the whip and ordered Alice from the room. She obeyed eagerly. J.D. turned to Ginger.
"Spread your thighs again. I want to see your pussy." He knelt and took Alice's place. He licked over her cunt, slipping his tongue along her slit, his lips sucking like a vacuum at her juices.
Ginger felt her arousal burning with compelling intensity. She held his head and pulled his face against her cunt. She ground her hips forward, smearing her cunt juices over his mouth and nose as he lapped at her with eager enjoyment.
"That feels good," she said. "Oh, put your tongue way inside! Ummm… bite my clit! Suck it!"
He feasted with hungry grunting noises. His breath burned like a hot fire into her pulsing cunt. His tongue stabbed in and out like a cock. Gripping her ass, he pulled his mouth as hard against her pussy as possible, sucking and biting her aroused sex. His fingers spread her ass cheeks and stroked along her crack until reaching her puckered anus. She felt his finger probing and toying with her asshole and then pushing past her sphincter and tunneling up her colon. She gasped as his finger reamed back and forth between her buttocks, arousing her lustful need to even greater heights. She felt her ass sucking at his finger as though it had a life of its own. Her body writhed and thrust into his face as her passion took complete control.
"I love it," she said. "Your tongue feels so good going in and out of my pussy. I could have you eat me for hours. Oh… that's it! Lick over my slit. Flick it with your tongue!" She pulled on his ears and ground her pussy in a circular motion that smeared her cunt juices over his face until his nose and lips glistened slickly.
He sucked and snorted into her pussy at the same time he raped his finger in and out of her ass. With his free hand, he unbuckled his pants and let them fall around his knees. His big cock stood rigid. He pumped his cock up and down. His cock head glistened and pulsed a shiny purple. He stopped eating her pussy for a moment. "Turn around," he ordered. "Bend over."
Ginger turned so her ass faced him. She leaned over so both her pussy and asshole were within easy reach of his tongue. Her face dangled inches from his cock as he continued masturbating it with his fist. She felt his tongue slithering over her buttocks.
She reached between her legs and grabbed his cock. She pumped it up and down exactly as he had been doing. She stroked his balls, hefting them in her palm carefully and rolling them back and forth. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She moved back farther, pushing her ass harder against his face and making it possible for her to get his cock head in her mouth.
They licked and sucked at each other, tasting the growing fire in their bodies and drinking in the flavor of pure lust. Ginger's climax burst through her pussy like a thunderstorm. And immediately she tasted the first spurt of cum as J.D.'s climax followed hers. His cum shot up into her mouth in three heavy spurts. She swallowed it down eagerly and milked his cock for more.
J.D.'s tongue flayed obscenely over her pussy and ass as his climax throbbed through his flesh. And when their climax finally ended, they both collapsed in complete exhaustion. "You're fantastic," he said, reaching out to stroke her dripping cunt.
Ginger rested her head against the wall, keeping her thighs spread to receive J.D.'s caresses. She touched his cock, milking it to draw out the last of his semen. She leaned over and sucked his half-hard cock into her mouth and swallowed the few drops of cum oozing out.
"Ummm… that tastes good."
J.D. stood up and pulled on pants. "What a way to start the day." He picked up the leash around Ginger's neck. "Come with me. After that, you deserve some breakfast."
Ginger couldn't believe she was actually going to get to eat a real meal. The thought of having coffee and eggs made her stomach growl hungrily. She stood and followed.
As they walked down the hall, Ginger suddenly stopped. She heard a male voice laughing behind one of the doors. "That sounds like Roger," she cried excitedly. "Did you get him out?" She made a dash for the door, but J.D. cut her off.
"Where do you think you're going? If Roger was out, don't you think I'd tell you? Stop acting silly or you won't get any breakfast." He pulled her away from the door.
Ginger felt like crying. The excitement of thinking she would see Roger today and then finding out her hopes had been wrong left her feeling depressed. She didn't know how much more of this kind of treatment she would be able to take. More than anything else, she wanted to see Roger. She didn't even have any proof that Roger was getting any kind of help from anyone.
J.D. led her into a dining room large enough to seat a convention. There was no one else there. He seated Ginger at the table and disappeared through a side door. A few moments later, he returned carrying a heaping tray of eggs, bacon and coffee.
Ginger gobbled the food as though she had been without for months instead of a couple of days. Nothing had ever tasted better. And when the food was gone, she crossed her legs on the chair and nursed a steaming cup of coffee.
"I want to see Roger," she said.
J.D. sat across from her. "We've already been over that," he said. "It's impossible for you to see Roger. He's in jail in Los Angeles. So unless you want to go up there and join him in jail, you'll just have to be patient."
"How do I know you're doing anything to help him?"
J.D. stared at her, letting his face turn angry. "How dare you say that. Just what kind of proof do you think you should have? A note from my mother maybe, telling you I'm honest?"
Ginger looked away. She didn't want to make him mad. It was so pleasant not being tied up and being able to sit in a chair and nurse a cup of coffee, that she didn't want to do anything that would change that, but she did want proof. If she didn't get it, she could wind up being J.D.'s slave for months and be no closer to getting Roger out of jail than she was right now.
She didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to do something. Finally, taking a deep breath, she committed herself. "I'm not going to take on any more customers until I know something is being done to help Roger."
She was not prepared for J.D.'s violent reaction. Knocking the coffee cup out of her hand, he pushed her backward out of her chair. She landed on the back of her head and rolled over. J.D. was on her even before she could sit up. He jerked her by the arm out of the room and into the hall. "Bitch," he cursed. "You'll be sorry you said that. You may not know it, but now you're going to take not only your customers today, but Alice's as well. I'll teach you to act so independent. You haven't learned anything! Slaves do what they're told – not what they want to do!"
"I'm not going to be your slave any longer," Ginger said, pulling uselessly against him. His fingers tightened around her wrist. He twisted it and she was forced onto her face. Still she insisted on proof that Roger was being helped.
J.D. laughed at her. He grabbed her ankles, twisted her legs until she rolled onto her stomach, and dragged her over the carpet. "I'll show you what's going to happen to you next." He dragged her through several doors until she found herself in the spotless, richly tiled and lavishly mirrored bathroom.
The tub was huge. It was round with gold faucets. Three steps led to its edge. Ordered into the already filled bath, Ginger looked at the steam rising from its surface. Shaking her head, she turned and made a final stand. "No," she said, refusing the bath despite its appeal. "Not until I have proof Roger is getting help."