Lanore went home Saturday night after completing her twenty-four hours with Dave and his sexual pleasure monitoring machine. The party at the Bennetts' was still going on, with new people arriving all the time, but she couldn't find Gill or the sexy young redhead who was supposed to have gone to get him.
She was feeling guilty and fearful when she walked in the door. Gill was sitting in his favorite chair, relaxing with a beer and a new paperback book. He hardly looked up. "Where you been?"
"Er, I-I went to a party."
He said, "Why don't you go take a shower and change your clothes? You look beat."
"Yes, that's a good idea." She left the room in a hurry.
Lanore undressed in their bedroom and turned on a steaming hot shower. The soothing spray made her feel better until she reached down to lather her golden pussy hair. Feeling the bald mound of her shaved cunt made her cringe. There was no way she could bide that from Gill very long.
She stepped out of the shower, trying desperately to think of an explanation that wouldn't send him right up the wall. That wasn't going to be easy.
Tossing her head back, she covered her face with a towel and began to rub briskly, hoping she could think of something he might accept. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind. Not by Gill, but someone smaller but still very strong.
Chilling fear immobilized her at first. She was being dragged backwards out of the bathroom, arms pinned to her sides. "Who are you?" she cried.
No answer, but Lanore caught an unmistakable female scent. The woman threw her into a chair and jerked Lanore's wrist behind her, still not showing herself.
Lanore heard the click and felt the cold of a handcuff being lacked around her right wrist. The other half of the pair snapped shut around a rung in the back of the chair. Before Lanore could think to resist, her left arm was cuffed the same way.
Then she turned and saw the smiling [missing text].
"Celia," she said.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm Gill's slave and I have several hours left to serve," she explained. The girt was naked except for the golden ear rings that dangled from her pierced nipples. Seeing that made Lanore shudder.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"Cut your hair." She smiled and clicked a pair of scissors.
"Why?" Lanore shrieked.
"Eve learned not to ask why, only to do whet a man wants."
"And that is a lesson you still need to learn," Gill said. He was standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. "You could have stayed home last night, or gone over to Al and Marilee's, but no."
"Gill, can explain."
"Don't bother, I know you were tempted."
"But! I've been following you," he reminded her. "No more! From now on, I lead the way!"
The scissors kept snipping. The pile of gleaming golden hair on the floor grew larger. Lanore felt drained, like Sampson, robbed of her strength as well as her hair. She was still sobbing but had no more tears left to shed.
Gill walked around her and went into the bathroom. Lanore heard the hum of his hot lather machine. In a couple of minutes he came back with a big double handful. He plopped it all on top of her head and began to smear it around.
"Get my razor, Celia. I'll do the rest."
"You're the most cruel man in the world," Lanore moaned.
"No, a cruel man would have beaten the shit out of you. And I might yet," he warned sternly, stroking her lathered head with the razor his obedient red-haired slave had brought.
Celia stood watching, flashing a catty smile.
"Why don't you dance for us?" Gill said to her.
"I would love to dance for you, master," Celia turned on another haunting melody and her body began to sway. Gill stroked with the razor in time with the eerie refrain. Bright little cymbals changed on her fingertips, a metallic sound that reminded Lanore of the scissors.
Celia has grace she is a seductive enchantress. Lanore felt her seething jealousy swell, especially when the girl turned and swirled her tawny hair.
Gill worked deftly with the razor, still managing to keep one eye on his talented slave-girl. "I never realized how damn bumpy your head is," he said to his wife.
"Bumpy? Is that all you can say about me? That I'm bumpy?" she cried.
"That's the nicest thing I can think of at the moment."
Celia did a lithe back-bend and reclined on their bed, and her belly-writhing motions went on as before. Celia took the cock-shaped vibrator that Lanore sometimes used, turned it on and pushed the padded tip just barely into her pussy slit.
She pumped her hips and worked her clever cunt muscles, drawing the buzzing artificial cock deeper by internal control alone. Lanore gaped enviously, and Gill felt his cock getting hard for the luscious redhead again.
Her pussy sucked in the vibrator until it had vanished completely. She writhed ecstatically on the bed. Slowly, the vibrator emerged from her cunt slit, touched only by wringing bands of muscle that pulsed inside.
"You fuck like a bag of wet laundry compared to her," Gill said.
"Do you need to insult me too?" Lanore wailed.
Gill said, "No, as a matter of fact, I don't need you at all." He reached for the vibrator as Celia worked it out into his hand, Gill took it and stuck the artificial cock partway into his wife's pussy.
"Entertain yourself with that for awhile," he told her. "When your cunt is good enough to pull it all the way in, then I'll take those cuffs off your wrists. Until then, I'm going to be fucking my sexy little slave."
Lanore's pussy wrenched, stung by the buzz of the vibrator that usually pleased her. She pulled and heaved with every fuck muscle she could control, and she couldn't move it even a fraction of an inch.
Gill undressed quickly, scattering his clothes. Celia kept her hips pumping and swaying to entice him. His cock leaped out, hard and twanging when he stripped off his shorts.
He crouched between her legs, just close enough so the head of his cock touched lightly on her clit. Celia sighed in writhing delight, stimulating herself with his stiff prick. He kneaded her tits and made the dangling gold nipple rings tinkle like wind chimes.
Lanore had never seen anything so grotesque in all her life. Pierced nipples? She couldn't imagine the pain that must have caused. Nor could she imagine the pleasure that Celia felt flow.
Gill ran his fingers through her hair next, fanning it wide. "I love a woman with sleek soft hair," he said. "Too bad with my fucking wife is a skinhead."
Lanore's blood was near boiling. She felt the heat most on her bald head. Her temples throbbed and her jaw clenched. Gill was fucking his cock into Celia's slithering cunt, taking his time.
His first time with her had ended much too fast. Gill's cock just wasn't prepared for anything like the erotic pleasures she had learned to provide. Now he had more control. He could savor every clinging motion, and he wanted Lanore to see how exquisite they all were for him.
Lanore wrenched and squeezed the buzzing vibrator, but she still couldn't move it even slightly in and out. That failure added to her seething frustration.
Gill fucked deep into Celia and felt her whirling cunt tunnel try to strangle his cock, sucking with all her internal strength. It made his balls quiver.
He arched above her and slammed down, fucking deep into her sultry pussy again. Wringing contractions greeted him. Gill gave a joyous moan. "You're a great fuck, the perfect bed slave!"
Lanore's raging fury made her cunt squirm more violently than ever before. She felt a subtle change in sensation and gasped in delighted surprise. Her wrenching contractions had drawn the vibrator in another half-inch.
"Gill, look! I can do it!"
They both ignored her. Gill was fucking Celia with a slow, sensuous rhythm that let him enjoy fully all the marvelous things her pussy could do.
Lanore moaned and wrenched her envious cunt again. The humming vibrator remained right where it was. The strength it took to work her pussy like that was draining. She couldn't see how the redhead could keep it up. Lanore watched and strained and managed to move the vibrator a little deeper.
She squealed with delight and pulled on it again. The motion needed was more familiar now. Her cunt rippled and pulled in a whole inch. "Gill! Watch me, please! Look what I can do!"
He didn't even turn his head. He just kept fucking the redhead who was gasping right along with him now, arching her back and writhing, as she took his anxious thrusts. Pressure surged in his balls.
Lanore had all but forgotten her bald head.
Her whole mind, her whole being was focused intently on the humming vibrator between her legs.
The sound became more muted as she worked it in. The joyous tingle inside became more intense. Lanore was breathing as hard as either of the others. She was hardly aware of them although they were both gasping and grunting as their shared pleasure increased.
Lanore could only think one thing – that she wanted to have that vibrator all the way inside when they reached a climax. She wanted to cum with them, and that was the only way that she could.
Gill's hairy loins slapped down on Celia with a sound like a beating drum. It seemed to fit right in with the exotic melody coming from the tape player. Celia's arms twined around his back and her little finger cymbals clanged in time with his fucking cock.
She lifted her legs and scissored them around his waist, kicking her heels to spur even more throbbing power into her cunt. Gill twisted and fucked his cock into her, wanting to give back as much pleasure as he got.
Celia loved it. She started to wail a sing-song cry of delight. Nothing turned her on like inspiring a man to fuck at his horny best. That was her greatest joy, her fondest reward. It was about to happen again, another great climax. Her lithe body tensed in delighted anticipation.
Lanore's did the same. Her last set of wringing contractions had drawn the vibrator all the way in. She couldn't hear it now. She only felt the tingling hum inside, felt the satisfaction of knowing that her pussy could be as good as any.
Celia climaxed with a cream that rattled the bedroom window and drowned out the eerie music she had played. Her scream went on and on, rising higher in pitch. Gill's orgasmic sounds were deep grunts.
Lanore knew that sound. She could almost feel his hot jism gushing into her. But it wasn't. The bitch Celia was getting it all, writhing and twisting her wet cunt all over him.
The vibrator was bringing her to a climax, but no amount of clever pulsing and squeezing could coax even a drop of precious cum from an artificial cock. She could only, rasp in frustration and hope that Gill would soon tire of his adoring slave and give his wife some of what she needed to achieve real satisfaction.
When Gill's cock was drained, he sprawled gasping and kissed Celia tenderly on the lips. "You're a great fuck!" he said fondly. "I'm sorry that charity slave auction is only held once a year!"
"It's not over yet, you know. It goes on all weekend. I'm going back when my time here is up."
"I think I'll go with you."
"DO YOU want to buy another slave?"
"Er, no… I can't really afford that. But there is a way I can make a contribution to help build that hospital wing."
"Oh, what's that?"
"How much do you think my bald wife will bring in?"
Celia laughed. "Maybe enough to buy a door knob. That's about what she looks like."