Harem House Chapter 41 Part 1

Lynn knelt in the dirt, facing the doused fire pit and Mindy in her minuscule red bikini. The whole day had been one disaster after another for Lynn, and she couldn’t take any more. This facade of an apology dinner had turned into a brawl, which she lost. Now, she couldn’t even use her phone footage of the gathering because Kat had seen her scheme coming. Whether Lynn knocked it out of her hand or whether Kat had intentionally tossed it didn’t matter. Her phone, in its white armored case, was nothing but a pile of warped plastic dripping over a metal frame buried beneath a thick layer of extinguisher goop. She had no phone. 

Kelly’s constant bullying had driven Lynn to tears, and she’d cried in front of the others, something she swore to herself she’d never do. She was on her knees in her designer swimsuit, apologizing to a nobody. A cute big-titted college freshman obsessed with Arty and the sex cult he was forming. The whole thing made her sick. Yet, she had no options. Not any that she could seize tonight, anyway. Oh, she’d make them pay for this, for sure. Her campaign to reach out to their families? She’d double her efforts. She’d ruin their lives and bring them as low as she felt right now, with her knees in the dirt. 

Until then, she had to play along. She had to let them think they’d won. Lynn made her bed, and she had to lie in it. She had to get them off her back, and apologizing to Mindy was the only way to do it and keep her apartment. 

It wasn’t fair. There were too many of them and only one of her. Where was the camaraderie from the women Lynn knew? Why didn’t they fall in line around her the way these women did with Kelly? The foxy redhead had been calling the shots all night, and now Lynn was facing Mindy like Mindy was a superior being. 

Lynn breathed through her nose, trying to hide her rage, which was easy because she was too tired to hold any. She wanted to curl up, cry, and let the night pass, but no. In the morning, her rage and indignation would be there again. She knew that. 

For now, she had to swallow her pride and play their game. She walked on her knees, keeping her back straight and rigid, which pushed her breasts forward. They heaved with annoyance as she came to a stop and faced Mindy straight on. She took a deep breath, preparing to speak the most painful words she’d ever spoken. 

“I’m sorry,” Lynn said. 

Mindy looked at Kelly, who shook her head no. 

“Not good enough,” Kelly said. 

Lynn slid her eyes toward Kelly without turning her head, then returned them to Mindy. She sighed in frustration and bowed her head, staring at Mindy’s feet. “Mindy, I’m sorry that I outed you to your parents and that I tried to do it as vengeance against you, your girlfriend, who seems to have disappeared, and Arty.”

“Arthur.” Kelly corrected. 

Lynn rolled her eyes. “And Arthur.” 

Mindy glanced at Kelly, who looked just as annoyed as Lynn did. Katelyn and Kat stood close together, but Kat was recording the apology on her phone with Lynn in profile. The camera was on her, so she had to sell what she said. She couldn’t edit it later to make herself seem more apologetic than she was. 

Lynn wondered if she looked pitiful enough, or if the camera was even catching her expressions at all. The group was mostly in shadow, with patio torchlights and lights from the pool house, pool, and house illuminating themselves and casting their spare rays toward the dark firepit and its chairs. 

“I’m not sure how to prove that I won’t do it again,” Lynn said, balling her hands into fists. Her voice was tight as she spoke, and after a few words, her hands started to shake. “I’m not a homophobe. Sexuality is a spectrum, or whatever. Women can be into women; it’s not a problem. So don’t call me that again. I don’t hate you because you’re bi, or pan, or whatever. I was angry at you because you laughed at me, mocked me, and called me stupid.” 

“You are stupid,” Kelly said, cutting in again. “You’ve proven that time and time again, and why are you trying to justify–” 

“I’m not justifying,” Lynn said, cutting Kelly off for once. “I’m explaining. Yeah, I probed your cult or whatever–” 

“We’re not a cult.” Kat cut in, but Lynn ignored her. 

“–and I started making plans to get you all away from Arty,” Lynn said. 

“Arthur.” Kat and Kelly said together. 

“Why did you want to get us away from Arthur?” Mindy asked, crossing her arms under her ample chest as she stared down at Lynn. 

Lynn grimaced and gritted her teeth. “You’re corrupting and manipulating him.” 

Kelly laughed. 

Lynn cast her eyes to the ground and took the laughter like a cape. “I’m just–I’m sorry, okay? I was wrong, and I officially give up. He’s all yours. We can call a truce. Please. Truce?” 

The girls glanced at each other, each weighing the expressions of the others to determine whether they believed Lynn. No one seemed convinced. She didn’t blame them. It’d be classic politicking to declare a truce to lull her enemies into doing nothing while she continued making moves. No, they wouldn’t fall for that. 

“If you want a truce, you need to prove it,” Mindy said. 

“How?” Lynn asked, genuinely curious. “Kelly mentioned making it up to you, but I don’t know how. I hope buying you and the others dinner counts for something, especially since Kat ruined my phone–” 

Kelly cleared her throat, and Lynn fell silent. The indignity of remaining on her knees while the others stood around her made her tense with shame. The great and glorious Lynn Barrera brought low with shame, regret, and fury. No other recourse presented itself, though. She had to play along. 

Her pride reared its ugly head, making her want to stand and slap that grin off Kelly’s face. Instead, Lynn swallowed her pride because otherwise, she would have choked on it. Her loneliness struck her in the gut. It’d been plaguing her all day, with being locked outside an embarrassing reminder. She’d intended to isolate Arthur, and instead she’d isolated herself. Even Deb, her surrogate mother, had abandoned her because of Arthur. She had nothing, and no one, and Mindy had the others on her side. They even had Deb. 

She kept the tears in check, her palms flat against her thighs now as she rubbed her legs for warmth in the bitter breeze. The emptiness inside her grew. 

“It’ll cost money to replace, and I don’t expect that Kat has that kind of cash,” Lynn said. “So I’m not expecting her to replace it.” 

“Do you even have a job?” Kat asked. Annoyance weighed heavily in her voice, and she took a combative stance with her phone’s camera still aimed at Lynn. 

“I’m working on a few different–” 

“No, you’re going to ask your parents for a new phone, right?” Kat asked. “I might be poor, but at least I’m working for a living. You’re just a freeloader.” 

Katelyn put her arm around Kat’s middle, hugging her with her one good arm, not in a sling. Kat seemed to calm down at that. 

“I just meant I can’t buy you anything else since my phone fell into the firepit,” Lynn said through gritted teeth. 

“So, how can she prove it to you, Mindy?” Kelly asked. “What would you tell her to do, if you could tell her to do anything?” 

“I’d have her apologize to Arthur for assaulting him,” Mindy said immediately. “And move out.” 

“Assaulting him?” Lynn asked, surprised. “What are you talking about? I just tackled him at homecoming. It was playful, and he didn’t complain. I didn’t assault him.” 

The entire energy in the women around her shifted like the shoulders of a lioness ready to pounce. The anger and hatred around her turned murderous, and Lynn balked at even Mindy’s expression. Fear flickered in her heart. Scheming and plotting, playing the part of the broken-spirited for a dinner was one thing. Surviving a beating from the women surrounding her was another. Lynn tensed, closing her eyes and turning her cheek to brace for the slap, but it never came. 

“Senior year,” Mindy said, angrily waving her finger in Lynn’s face. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what we’re talking about.” She said something in Korean that Lynn didn’t understand, but the tone was sufficient to convey her meaning. Whatever she said, it wasn’t nice. 

“I think apologizing to Arthur is a great start,” Kelly said. “But I don’t want to ruin his guys’ night with her. Maybe on Sunday? After she’s had some time to draft a proper apology? Not a half-assed one like she’s trying to give Mindy.” 

“AN APOLOGY?” Kat bellowed. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I agree with Rani. She deserves jail time, that’s the only penance I’ll accept.” 

Lynn wasn’t going to jail for what the football team did to Arthur. They could fuck off if they thought she’d fall on that sword. Besides, she’d already apologized for everything in high school, hadn’t she? All the teasing and bullying she’d done? She’d known she was a bit of a bitch, and she owned that. She apologized for it already.

“I’ve apologized,” Lynn said, “and he won’t face me. I’ll try again, though, if it’ll get the rest of you off my back. You said he’s inside?” Lynn asked, looking up at Mindy. 

“Uh,” Mindy hesitated, looking at Kelly again. 

“Are you willing to apologize to him?” Kelly asked. “For everything you did? For what you did to him in his senior year? I’ll go and get him, but only if you’re dead-ass serious right now. If this is some ploy, plot, or scheme, I’ll–I swear I’ll–” 

Lynn’s head snapped to Kelly. “What the fuck do you know about it, anyway? There’s no way he told everyone what really happened.” 

“He did,” Kelly said, her mouth set in a line. “I have it from multiple sources.” 

“But you’d apologize? You’re sorry for what you did?” Mindy asked. 

“For trying to give him exactly what he wanted?” Lynn asked, rolling her eyes. “He wanted it, but he was so pathetic that he couldn’t even get it up on the–” 

Lynn’s words cut off as the back of Mindy’s hand slapped her across the face so hard she fell sideways from her knees, catching herself with her hands in the dirt. The smack cracked through the patio like a whip crack, and Lynn’s red blush covered her face as tears filled her eyes on pure biological reaction to the pain. 

“I’m sorry!” Mindy shouted reflexively, reaching for Lynn, then drawing her hands back. “I mean, I’m not! I didn’t mean to, I just–” 

“FUCK YOU!” Lynn spat, rising to her feet, or trying to. Kelly’s hand gripped her collarbone so hard she fell back to her knees, holding her face with one hand and trying to pry Kelly’s fingers from her collarbone with the other. 

“You deserved that,” Kelly said, her voice as cold as Hades. “And now you can count you and Mindy even.” 

“Oh, is that all it takes? I apologize to each of you in line, you take your turns slapping me in the face, and we’re square?” Lynn spat, literally spitting into the dirt and checking her mouth with the back of her hand to see if she was bleeding. She wasn’t. Her cheek still stung, and the open air wasn’t helping. 

“I’m okay with trying that,” Kelly said. “But I think it’ll take more than that for some of us.” She glanced at Kat, who appeared ready to kick Lynn in the face. 

“Like what?” Lynn asked, tears falling from her eyes. Usually, such a sight would bring sympathy and empathy from the girls surrounding her, but even Mindy had none to spare for her. “What more do you want? I have no car, and nowhere to go anyway. No phone, and no one to call.” Lynn said. Her voice was small and broken. “My parents don’t want me living with them, and you were right. I have no friends. I admit it, alright? I’m nothing but a stupid, pathetic, worthless, cunt.” 

“Don’t forget disgusting,” Kelly said. 

“A stupid, pathetic, worthless, and disgusting cunt.” Lynn said, her tears darkening the earth between her dirt-dusted hands. 

“I can’t tell if this is genuine or an act,” Mindy said. Confusion crept along the edges of her fury as she warily circled Lynn. “Are you apologizing? Or just playing games again? You keep swinging between groveling and saying nasty things about Arthur. Are you just waiting until you figure out a way to gain the upper hand somehow and try to attack us again?” 

“I don’t know how to prove it to you,” Lynn said, sniffling. “But I’ll do anything. I’ll march inside and apologize to Arthur, or I’ll stay on my knees the rest of the night. I don’t care anymore, I just want it to end.” 

“Anything?” Kelly asked. 

Lynn nodded. 

“I want to hear you say it,” Kelly said. 

“I already said I’ll do anything,” Lynn repeated. “Just tell me what to do.” 

Kelly, Katelyn, Mindy, and Kat looked at each other, reading each other’s faces for ideas or confirmation of ideas, when Rani interrupted their silent counsel. 

“Food’s here!” Rani cried, clutching a bag of food as she emerged from the side yard onto the patio. “What’d I miss?” 

~~~

Arthur and Selene sat at the bottom of the square sofa nest, its U-shaped couch and interior square section forming a nest of cushions to recline on. Having planned on a guys’ night, he wore his typical attire: slacks and a button-down shirt. For her surprise, Selene wore a tight, black latex minidress along with black cuffs on her wrists and ankles, a black BDSM collar with a steel O-ring, and her narrow brown leather choker. Arthur had his arm around her, and she cuddled against him with her hand in his lap, stroking his length beneath his slacks as they watched Selene dance naked in the green room on the big-screen TV. 

To their left, Brad and Jen were in a similar arrangement, but they’d stopped watching to make out with Jen on her side, facing Brad, her back to Arthur and Selene. Brad had his typical jeans-and-t-shirt look going, but Jen had dressed herself to fit Selene’s theme. Her wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and collar matched Selene’s and Maria’s, while her black mini skirt and tube-top were a style of her own. Her fishnet top covered her tube top, and her fishnet stockings covered her legs. She’d abandoned her high heels behind the sofa. 

To their right, Mark and Maria mirrored Brad and Jen. Maria reclined on her side between Mark and the TV on the wall, making out while she grabbed his junk and he rubbed her crotch under her pleated skirt. Her black dress was moderately disheveled, but she didn’t seem to care as she swallowed Mark’s tongue. 

The video played on loop, though only Arthur watched it with any interest. He was hard in Selene’s hand, but she was keeping herself in check, following orders and not pushing him to take things further. Fear he might utter his safeword again or call the whole thing off kept her from asking to suck his cock, even as her mouth watered for it. 

Arthur rested his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. It’d been a long day, and a long week. The awkward makeout session with his friends had grown out of his desire to have a night off from his girlfriends and reconnect with his guy friends, Mark and Brad. Selene had brought their girlfriends along in her attempt to surprise Arthur with three submissive and eager waitresses ready to wait on them hand and foot. 

Dinner was over, and they’d lost interest in the movie, A Knight’s Tale, much to Arthur’s disappointment. For all their eagerness, though, Mark, Maria, Brad, and Jen waited for Arthur to set the pace, a burden he didn’t know what to do with. He’d warned them that he and Selene were kinkier than they probably expected, that they weren’t required to follow in their footsteps, yet his friends seemed to want to do exactly that. 

When Selene fed him his dinner, Maria and Jen fed their boyfriends. Selene laid across his lap, so Maria laid across Mark’s, and Jen laid across Brad’s. Selene fetched his drinks, and Maria and Jen did the same for Mark and Brad. Now everyone was settled in and waiting for whatever came next. 

Arthur’s mind played out scenarios as he struggled to make his decision. Whatever he told Selene to do, Maria and Jen would try to recreate with Mark and Brad. While that wasn’t a terrible idea, their inexperience and lack of awareness meant he had to keep things simple. Minimal gear helped with that, while his lack of prep and resources limited his options. Additionally, there was a part of him that wanted to punish Selene for taking away his guys’ night. The miscommunication was a larger problem, and their relationship issues, such as they were, weren’t going to be solved tonight or with a spanking. 

Hopefully, the couple’s therapy he suggested would help steer Selene away from her addiction to being his sex slave, which was a strange problem to have. Arthur breathed deeply through his nose. 

“Master, are you okay?” Selene whispered with her lips an inch from his ear. “Are you still mad at me?” 

No, he wasn’t, but the frustration still buzzed in his brain. He wasn’t sure if he was in the right headspace to dominate Selene, or if he’d only end up spanking her or going too far. Then again, she never seemed uncomfortable with pushing the boundaries of what they’d done. Her limits were further away than his. 

“I’m just trying to figure out what to do next,” Arthur said, telling the truth. He spoke in whispers, just like she did, doing his best not to disturb the others, despite the glances that came his way. “I’ve never had to lead a multi-couple session before with total improvisation. I haven’t had any time to prepare.” 

Selene’s shoulders curled forward, crumpling her posture against his side as she stared at his thigh. “I’m sorry.” 

Guilt at her remorse nagged at Arthur. He put his arm around her and squeezed her in a one-arm hug. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. We’ll have our guys’ night another time.” 

They were quiet for a while, cuddling and squeezing each other in tender caresses. Mark, Maria, Brad, and Jen let them be, making out with each other in growing passion that ended with the girls straddling the guys. Selene bit her lip as she watched Jen grind on Brad, her mini-skirt riding up to show her ass and the black thong beneath. Maria’s pleated skirt fell more modestly, but Mark’s hands were all over her round ass, lifting it and flashing her cheeks and white thong to their audience. Between that and Selene’s video strip dance to “I’m a Slave 4 U” looping on the TV, Selene started to squirm while Arthur’s stiff erection threatened to tear open his slacks. 

“Slut…” Arthur whispered. 

“Yes, Master?” Selene asked. 

“I want you to kneel between my legs and suck my cock.” Arthur said, spreading his legs so that Selene could crawl between them. 

“Thank you, Master,” Selene said as she crawled over his thigh and turned to face him. She lowered his zipper and pulled him out of his slacks, taking him into her mouth instantly and sucking and bobbing her head along the upper half of his shaft.

The way they were situated, the others only got a fleeting glance of his dick before Selene’s body and head obscured it, but it was enough for Maria to break off her kiss from Mark and remark on it. 

“You were right,” Maria said in a stage whisper loud enough for everyone to hear. “He’s huge.” 

Mark grinned through their kiss. “Told you.” 

Brad and Jen didn’t seem to notice; they continued making out as Jen rubbed herself on Brad’s length, still in his jeans. 

“Sugartits, suck my dick,” Mark said, commanding Maria with the name he’d given her for tonight. 

Maria smiled. “Yes, Master,” she said as she slid to the side, still facing Arthur and Selene as she put her head on Mark’s lap, and pulled him out of his jeans. She sucked his tip into her mouth, running her tongue around the head. He was much smaller than Arthur, but not an embarrassing size, merely average. Arthur hadn’t seen his friend hard before; it was a strange experience. There was a certain locker-room mentality to it, and the instinct of embarrassment was difficult to indulge with Selene choking on his cock. He didn’t have time to contemplate further as Mark pulled Maria’s dress off her shoulders and pulled her tits out of the top. He started playing with them, squeezing her nipple and teasing her as his arm trapped her head against his thigh and kept her mouth on his dick. 

Jen didn’t wait for Brad to command her to follow the pattern. She slid backward along his thighs and laid between his legs, crossing her legs despite the miniskirt’s riding up to expose her. Brad unbuttoned his jeans and opened his fly, pulling himself out. Jen quickly took him into her mouth, bobbing her head rapidly as Brad sucked in a long breath.

The three men had seen each other naked in the locker rooms, and changing backstage through their theater endeavors, but never hard and in this context. It was strange, but not as awkward as Arthur had imagined it might be. It was like watching a porno, but live, and only a few feet away. Brad seemed the most nervous about it, but even he stole some glances toward Selene whenever she made a gagging sound. 

Jen used her hands at the base of Brad’s dick to form a diamond. She squeezed him between her hands as she sucked him, the noises she made mirroring Selene’s while she worked to take him into her throat. 

Selene stretched her neck, pushing her head forward and keeping her throat straight to sheath Arthur’s cock inside her. She swallowed, using her muscles to massage him in her throat, then raised her head to pull him into her mouth so she could breathe. She repeated the process, working her way to the base of his dick as she went. 

Arthur relaxed, stretching out and putting his hands behind his head, his elbows to either side as he closed his eyes and lounged. Selene’s efforts continued at a languid, regular pace while he watched or ignored her dance on the television. 

Brad sipped his drink, relaxing into his chair and toasting to Mark across from him, who mirrored the gesture with his root beer, holding Maria’s head down against his crotch with his other hand. She gulped as he did, and Mark let out an “Ah” of satisfaction as he spread his arms along the sofa cushions behind him. 

“This is the life,” Mark said. 

“You said it,” Brad agreed. 

“It’s enough to make me jealous of Arthur,” Mark said. “This is his life every night? With his pick of six of the eight hottest women on campus?” Mark glared at Arthur. “Fuck you, man.” 

“Yeah, fuck you.” Brad joined the joke. 

Arthur shrugged. “And to think tonight I was looking forward to taking a break from my girlfriends and hanging out with the guys.” 

“We’ll reschedule,” Brad said quickly. “Tonight? Let’s enjoy our girlfriends’ brief lapse in judgment and give Mark and me a glimpse into the high life.” 

Arthur chuckled, which was an odd feeling with Selene’s throat sheathing his cock. “Okay. You want to know what it’s like to have your girlfriend be your slave for a night?” 

“Duh,” Mark said, shaking his head. “Let’s go, man. Show us how to dominate like the best of them.” 

“Okay.” Arthur agreed. “You want to finish first, or get right to it?” 

“I'd prefer to finish first,” Brad said. He kept his hands on Jen’s head as she sucked his cock, not pressing, but letting her bob her head to the rhythm of a song only she could hear. 

“Okay,” Arthur said. “Whichever slave who gets her Master to finish first gets a reward. The slave whose master finishes last earns a punishment. Thumbs-up if you agree.” 

Mark and Maria gave their thumbs-up immediately. Jen followed suit, and Brad gave his okay once Jen gave hers. Selene locked eyes with Arthur, continuing his blowjob and giving both thumbs-up as she ratcheted into high gear. She wanted her reward. 

~~~

“You missed a terrible apology from a worthless cunt.” Kelly told Rani. “Is that all the food?” 

“No, there’s a box full of more food on the front steps,” Rani said, hooking her thumb over her shoulder. “This was what wouldn’t fit in it. Should I put it inside, or in the pool house? It’s cold out here.” 

“Set it up inside,” Kelly said. “We’ll eat in Lynn’s apartment.” 

Lynn didn’t protest her lack of consultation, but it made sense. She was the host tonight, after all, and without the fire pit roaring its flames, the night air had made it too cold for swimsuits outside the heated pool or hot tub. She nodded, but Rani didn’t seem to notice. She slipped into Lynn’s apartment through the sliding glass door and put the bag on the kitchen counter. 

“Lynn, go grab the rest of the food,” Kelly said. “Kat, you go with her, make sure she doesn’t spit in it or something.” 

Kat made a face, but nodded.

Lynn struggled to her feet, but no one helped her. Kat followed her, phone still in hand, as the others gathered their things, cleaned their feet, and entered Lynn’s apartment. 

For her part, Lynn wasn’t going to spit in their food. For one, her food was in there, too. They’d gotten appetizers to share, in addition to everyone’s entrees. Additionally, she had no idea what some of the food was on sight, so she didn’t know what was hers, what was shared, or what belonged to anyone else. That, and she could only imagine what Kelly would do if she messed with the food for this apology dinner. 

Instead, she pondered what they’d said about Arthur as she and Kat circled the house. In her senior year of high school, when she and Arthur were eighteen, they had that talk, and she made an effort to change. It hadn’t worked out. She’d tried apologizing for it multiple times, but Arthur wouldn’t hear of it. He refused to go to prom with her because he was embarrassed about not being able to get hard, right? She could apologize for the football team beating him up, but honestly, that misunderstanding was on him for acting creepy. 

Lynn found the box of food on the front steps, and Kat took a bag, leaving the rest for Lynn to carry. She rolled her eyes and hefted the box. Manual labor. She just had to get through tonight, and then she’d go on the attack and make them pay. For now, she carried the box around the house and into the basement apartment through the front door. 

Kat followed her the entire way. 

The atmosphere inside was warmer than outside, sheltered from the breeze that swept its chill across the leaf-strewn grass. The mood in her apartment, however, was bitter ice. Kelly, Katelyn, Rani, and Mindy stood around the island counter in her open kitchen, catching Rani up on what she’d missed, no doubt. She and Kelly looked positively gleeful as they read something off Rani’s phone. 

The group of women in their swimsuits looked ridiculous indoors, given the weather. If it were spring or summer, they might’ve fit better, but in the October autumn, they should’ve been wearing sweaters and boots, not bikinis and flip flops. 

“So we should sit at the counters?” Mindy asked. “Do you have a dining room?” 

“Oh uh,” Lynn hesitated, looking around. “Yeah. My initial plan was to clear out the other room and have a folding table or something, but that never happened. So, we’ll eat in the kitchen.” 

The girls looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Annoyance at their constant silent conversations between themselves grew in Lynn, but she tamped it down and pushed forward.

“Well, you need to get a shower or something,” Katelyn said, gesturing at the dirt on Lynn’s knees, legs, and hands. “You’re tracking dirt everywhere.” 

Lynn glanced behind her to see a foot-shaped print of dirt in her carpet. She frowned and checked her feet, noticing some caked and dried dirt still clinging to her soles. 

“I have a better idea,” Kelly said, giving Rani a sly look. “Come on, Cunt, follow me.” 

Lynn glanced at the others, but none of them moved as Kelly started walking toward the sliding glass door to the patio. Lynn followed, and only then did Katelyn and Kat follow. Mindy and Rani remained in the kitchen, doling out the food since Mindy knew what everything was. 

Kelly walked with confidence and purpose as she led the procession out to the patio and around the pool. Her tight athletic shorts hugged the curve of her peach-shaped ass as she walked, and Lynn found her eyes following the contours of Kelly’s back muscles along her spine to her well-formed cheeks. Her attraction to this woman was dangerous and stupid. She knew that. Still, the meaner Kelly was to her, the more she wanted Kelly’s passion. Lynn knew it was fucked up, but she blamed Angie; it was probably her fault. Except for Arthur, Lynn’s friendships in high school had revolved around cruelty, and passion was passion, whether it was hatred or love. 

And there was no question about it; Kelly hated Lynn. She despised her. The passion with which she spat in Lynn’s face or held her in a chokehold left no doubt in Lynn’s mind that Kelly was very, very passionate about her. Lynn’s body warmed at the imagery, and she wondered what Kelly had in mind. A dip in the pool or hot tub might clean her off, but it’d make a mess, which wasn’t a good idea. 

They reached the end of the patio and the other side of the house and kept walking. Lynn’s confusion grew as she glanced at the three-season room, finding it dark with the blinds closed on all the windows. Now they stood in the side yard between the house and the garden. The motion-sensor lights from the house turned on, illuminating them in cold, white light. 

Kelly revealed her plan as she stooped over the garden hose on the side of the house and turned the valve. 

“Arms out,” Kelly said. “Stand like a starfish.” 

Lynn laughed. “You must be out of your goddamn mind.” 

“It’s the quickest way to clean you off,” Kelly said. “Now be a good little cunt and put your arms out.” 

The tone and the words struck Lynn across the face and seized her innards in a vice. She couldn’t explain how much she wanted to obey, while a simultaneous instinct drove her to tell Kelly off. 

“I’m not doing that,” Lynn said. “So you can–” 

Kelly cut her off by squeezing the nozzle. The spray fired a straight beam of water that splashed against Lynn’s face, making her sputter and turn away, trying to block the water with her hands. Kelly wagged the nozzle and sent the torrent lower.

It splashed against her neck and chest, dousing her cleavage as the water ran into her suit more than over it. The tiny, cold beads of water belted her in a beam no bigger than a quarter, wandering over flesh and indenting where it struck. Kelly took her time, letting the water wander over Lynn’s arms. 

Kat and Katelyn stepped back, avoiding any of the misting spray as it created its aura around Lynn. 

Lynn staggered forward, trying to stop the cold water with her hands, move away from it, or out of its beam, and reach Kelly. The result was a faltering stagger and sputtering as Kelly flicked the water at her face and made her back away. 

The water massaged her, despite its chill, and her nipples threatened to tear through the flimsy Lycra fabric of her suit. The panel that covered her front and exposed her sides did nothing to keep the water from going under it or tickling her as Kelly lowered the beam. She squirmed, and Kelly laughed. 

Something in that laugh drove Lynn to blush harder. She wanted to drop to her knees and thrust her face into Kelly’s crotch, but she held herself in check. No, Kelly would never learn of Lynn’s growing desire for her. She couldn’t. It wouldn’t matter anyway. She wasn’t doing this to arouse Lynn; she was trying to humiliate her. It just so happened that Lynn was a deranged freak, and the two results were synonymous. 

Lynn would never admit that to Kelly. She couldn’t face the shame of it. Having Kat and Katelyn witness her humiliation was bad enough. 

Kelly continued lowering the spray, hitting her directly in the crotch, and Lynn’s eyes fluttered as the water pressure struck against her clit. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, which made her clamp both hands over her mouth in mortification. 

The water continued its journey along her thighs, spending extra time on her knees, calves, and feet, where most of the dirt was. It proved effective, blasting away what was there. 

The spray of the water striking between her thighs made her shiver. Lynn clasped her arms over her chest. She tried to press her nipples down, but the pressure only made them stiffer, and she bit her lip as the sudden halt of water left her drenched in the chilly breeze. 

“There,” Kelly said, dropping the garden hose and turning off the valve. “Now you’re clean enough to serve us dinner.” 

~~~

“On your mark, get set, blow,” Arthur said, restraining his laughter as he stretched out on the giant sofa. 

Maria, Jen, and Selene each went to work on their boyfriends, Mark, Brad, and Arthur, respectively. They clung to their legs as their heads bobbed, and the wet sucking noises became a chorus of arousing ambiance. 

Maria’s plan seemed to be going hard and fast. She knew what Mark enjoyed, and his expression of pure bliss let everyone know it. 

Brad and Jen didn’t know each other as well, but she made up for it with her eye contact and enthusiasm. 

“Tell me what to do, Master. Tell me what you enjoy.” Jen said, her voice low and sultry in a way that made Arthur’s dick twitch. 

Selene gave a happy hum, keeping her eyes on him as she worked his shaft. Out of the three women, she was the most talented cocksucker. She’d studied it and put effort into learning her techniques. Beyond that, she’d either sucked Arthur’s dick or seen the others do it enough times to know how to please him. Unfortunately for her, she’d paired herself with the man with the highest sexual endurance out of the lot, and he didn’t want to make it an easy competition for her. 

Arthur held his pleasure in check, holding his release at bay even as Selene pressed her nose against his pelvis and her tongue against his balls. She choked on his cock, but didn’t pull away, holding him there until her face turned so red he worried she might genuinely asphyxiate. He pulled her off his cock by her braid, despite her attempts to cling to him and remain. He gave her a second to catch her breath as she pumped him with her hands, then pushed her head back onto his cock for another go, using her face as a fleshlight. 

He was rough and did nothing to please her in return, but Selene’s eyes glazed over with pleasure as she surrendered to being his toy. This was what she wanted, after all. She let herself go, trembling as Arthur planted his feet and lifted his hips in short thrusts to meet her face as he pulled and pushed her along his cock, sliding in and out of her throat. 

Jen and Maria were too distracted with their work to notice, but Brad and Mark looked with wide eyes as they watched Selene and Arthur going at it full-force. 

Arthur focused on Selene, watching her eyes as he fucked her face. “Such a slut.” He said, his voice dark and deep. 

Selene might’ve tried to answer him, but her words came out as little more than happy noises of acceptance, gleefully sucking and gagging as he pumped his shaft into her throat. 

Brad and Mark didn’t try to mimic his intensity. Neither of their slaves seemed ready for it, and were more actively working on pleasing them to the point of distraction. Jen used her hands and mouth to pump Brad, following his cues as he let her know what he preferred with little gasps, moans, and sharp breaths. Maria used her tongue more than the others, twisting her head as she bounced her face on Mark’s lap. 

Arthur was holding back his release, but Brad and Mark were racing toward theirs, encouraging their girlfriend-slaves as they continued their competition. 

Mark came first, spasming and tensing as he stiffened and shook with the sudden burst of release that emptied his balls into Maria’s mouth. She swallowed quickly, gulping several times before releasing his dick and wiping her lips with her thumb.

“I win!” Maria said, raising her hand in a fist. 

Mark patted her head. “Good girl, Sugartits.” 

Maria gave him a sly look, smiling as she kissed the tip of his dick. She didn’t return to sucking it, but played with it while the two of them cuddled. “What did I win?” She asked. 

“We’ll have to wait and see,” Mark said when Arthur didn’t volunteer an answer. He was busy, and Mark wasn’t brave enough to interrupt. 

Brad came next, grunting and holding Jen still as his legs twitched beneath her. He curled forward and collapsed against the back of the sofa when he finished. 

Jen made more of a mess than the tidy Maria, but cleaned it up immediately, embarrassed. 

Brad motioned for her to sit next to him, and she did, though her hand wandered to his crotch and stroked him in slow and steady motions as they watched Arthur and Selene reach their inevitable conclusion. 

“That’s enough, Slut.” Arthur said, slowing to a stop and lifting Selene’s head off his lap by her braid. The result was to expose his stiff, hard, and throbbing cock to the room. A strange sense of confidence and satisfaction settled on his shoulders for being the largest man in the room, even as Selene caught her breath beside him. 

“But Master, you didn’t cum.” Selene protested, reaching for his cock, gripping the base, and stroking him as they talked. 

“I know,” Arthur said. “Maybe I will later.” He said. “For now, you’ve earned a punishment, and Sugartits has earned a reward.” 

Arthur looked at Mark and Maria. “What would you like for a reward?” 

Maria’s eyes didn’t leave his dick. 

“You didn’t have anything planned? What if Selene won?” Mark asked. 

“Her name tonight is Slut.” Arthur corrected him. “And if she’d won, I’d have let her orgasm.” 

“So the winner gets an orgasm? From you?” Mark asked. 

“Doesn’t have to be from me. Can be with her partner, or a partner of their choice, if your slave wants to test Slut’s pussy-eating skills.” Arthur kept his hand on Selene’s cheek, stroking his thumb along her face, but discussing her as if she weren’t in the room. 

“That’d be hot,” Mark agreed. “Watching your girlfriend eat mine out. What do you think, Sugartits?” 

“It’s your decision, Master,” Maria answered, though her eyes still hadn’t left Arthur’s lap. 

“You want Arthur to give you one with that massive dick of his?” Mark asked, half-teasing his girlfriend. “Look at it. It’s huge. He’s half satyr or something.” 

Arthur rolled his eyes. “It’s not that much bigger than Brad’s.” 

Brad shrugged. “It’s still bigger. Congrats, dude.” 

Arthur shook his head. “This conversation took a weird turn.” 

“It’d be weirder not to address it,” Mark said. “What do you think, Arthur? You down to give it to Sugartits?” 

Arthur glanced at Selene, who nodded her encouragement. He looked at Maria. It was hard not to think of her as the stage manager, actress, scene partner, and dedicated theater-lover he knew. Her comedic timing was superb, and her confidence rivaled Rani’s sometimes. He respected her as a friend, and he’d never thought of her in a sexual frame before, which made tonight weird. He’d watched her suck Mark’s dick, but watching two of his friends fuck didn’t seem as odd as joining them, or fucking Maria in front of her boyfriend. 

“Is it my weight?” Maria asked. “I know I’m–” 

“It’s not that,” Arthur said, shaking his head. Maria wasn’t obese; she just had a rounder build than some of the other girls, especially Selene and Jen. She was short, top-heavy, and wide-hipped. In many ways, she was very attractive. With some effort at the gym, she could be a knockout, but her lack of exercise and effort has made her soft, curvy, and even slightly pudgy in some very attractive places. It was a different kind of cute and attractive than Arthur’s girlfriends. Kat was the closest, if she put on some weight. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find Maria attractive in her own way, and he was a man who enjoyed variety, which was pretty evident in the differences between his girlfriends. 

“You don’t like my dress?” Maria asked, her tone defiant rather than curious. She believed it was about her weight, and Arthur wasn’t going to convince her otherwise without a solid argument that he didn’t hesitate to produce. 

“The dress is very sexy, I like the pleats, though it’d probably look better on the floor,” Arthur said. His eyes wandered over the shiny curves of Selene’s dress as he considered ripping it off her. “I’m just not sure that I’m comfortable crossing that line with you.” 

“Would it help if I told you I hate your guts and we weren’t friends anymore?” Maria asked. “Then you’d fuck me? I saw how rough you were with Selene. That was hot as fuck. I can only imagine what a real hate fuck from you would do to me. Fuck. It’d wreck me.” 

Arthur laughed. “I’d be worried about hurting you.” 

“Hurt me,” Maria said. “I can take it. You’re not going to break me, I’m probably tougher than Slut is.” 

“Damn,” Brad said, interrupting as he eyed Maria like he was seeing her for the first time. “Is every woman on campus in lust with Arthur?” 

“I’m not,” Jen said, kissing Brad. “You’re the only man for me, Master. If I need someone to wreck me, I’ve got him right here.” She squeezed his shaft in her hand, which was hard again in seconds. 

“Let’s do the punishment first,” Arthur said. “Then we’ll see how we feel about what the reward should be.” 

Maria frowned, but didn’t have a chance to protest before Selene answered. 

“Yes, Master,” Selene said. “What will my punishment be?” 

“I’m going to strip your clothes off,” Arthur said, hooking his finger through the O-ring on Selene’s black collar that she wore above her brown one. “Then I’m going to use you to give a proper spanking demonstration so Mark and Brad know how to punish their slaves if they misbehave.” 

“Yes, Master,” Selene said without protest. On the contrary, he could discern the eagerness in her voice as she pushed herself into a kneeling position and lowered her eyes. “Where would you like me? Across your lap?” 

“Stand up, between the sofa and the TV. Display position.” Arthur said, nodding toward the TV. 

“Yes, Master,” Selene said, and crawled away from him, giving him a long look up her skirt as she walked on her hands and knees between Mark and Maria’s feet and Brad and Jen’s. She stepped off the sofa, turned to face Arthur, widened her stance to expose her thong-clad pussy, and interlaced her fingers behind her head. Her braid dangled behind her, and Arthur smiled at the exposed but still not-nude position that provided just enough embarrassment to tint Selene’s pale face pink. 

Her breathing hitched, and her pink glow of arousal became deeper as Arthur kicked off his slacks and tucked himself away in his boxer briefs. He walked around the sofa slowly, letting the others keep their eyes on Selene as his steady steps lent her position the gravitas it needed. 

Arthur stepped behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress in one long, slow pull. The latex dress peeled open from the back of her neck, along her back, over her bubble butt, to the hem at the top of her thighs. It popped open when it reached the end, but with her arms raised, it hung from her like an apron. 

“Lower your arms, slave,” Arthur said, and Selene obeyed. 

He pulled the dress from her front, letting it fall forward due to gravity. Undressing her left Selene’s breasts exposed to the room. She stood in her thong, high heels, collars, and cuffs. Her supple B-cup breasts and slender ballerina build had slight curves at her hips and chest. Arthur palmed her backside, running his hand over her cheek and squeezing her cute bubble butt hard enough to make her squeak. 

Arthur patted her butt and repressed his instinct to cover her chest from the four gazes locked onto her tits. The blush in Selene’s face crept into her chest, her breathing making her breasts rise and fall an inch with every inhale and exhale. 

“Display,” Arthur said, and Selene snapped back into the position. “Now, we can get started.”