That evening, roles were reversed. This time, Emily was wearing the tiny apron and it was Jane beneath the table. Both girls had a glow about them from their time frolicking along. This did not go unnoticed by their owners who smiled knowingly at each other.

Jane had learned from Emily's mistake from the previous night. She started with Bob's cock, getting it nice and hard but moved to his balls letting her tongue dance over them as she suckled and rolled them. She found a sweet spot when she pushed her tongue between them, separating the two large orbs, causing Bob to stiffen and emit a grown. She vowed to remember that trick when she returned but she knew that she needed to get started with Meg. She let the balls slip from her mouth and gave the tip of the waggling cock a kiss slipping her tongue into the tiny slit at the end. Another groan could be clearly heard and she felt as if she had hit pay dirt.

Moving to Meg was more difficult than she expected with her hands bound behind her back. Bob had made her bondage even stricter than Emily's had been when he lashed her elbows together. This caused the muscles and joints in her shoulders to strain but hade the effect of forcing her chest out. “Goodness,” Meg had exclaimed when Bob had finished with his knotsmanship, “She looks like she's all breast.” Shuffling beneath the table, crouched down with her shoulders straining painfully, Jane almost toppled forward. But at last she reached Emily's parted thighs.

Instead of starting with her tongue, Jane kissed Meg up and down her sex until the petals opened. Then, she sucked on labia into her mouth and nibbled lightly up and down its length before repeating this action with its sister. Soon, Meg was quivering and it was only then that Jane curled her tongue and speared it into Meg's depths. Jane heard a gasp and thrust her tongue in several more times. Finally, it was time for the assault on the clit. Again, Jane chose not to start with her tongue. Instead, she pursed her lips and sucked the little nub into her mouth alternating with suction and release to let the clit pulse in and out of her lips. Meg was visibly writhing and started moaning at this point but Jane did not relent. She kept up her suckling until Meg's body was shaking. When she felt Meg's fingers entwine in her hair and felt Meg trying to lift her face from her crotch, Jane knew that victory was close. This is when she brought her tongue in to play and a flickers was all it took to send Meg over the edge.

Jane kissed the slick sex before starting her journey back to her master. She had to stifle a giggle, though when she heard Meg say, “Where did she learn that? That ought to be patented or something. Maybe even outlawed. Em, I thought you told me that she was strictly hetero.”

“She was, Mistress. I guess she's just a fast learner.”

“I think she might be a magician,” retorted Meg as she slumped in her chair.

Emily also had to stifle a giggle at Meg's comment. Jane meanwhile was starting her renewed attack on Bob. She started by blowing lightly on the cock up and down the length of the shaft. Then she ran her tongue on each side of the cock, wetting it, before blowing on it again. The cock twitched and bobbed in anticipation, providing encouragement to Jane.

So far, she had avoided the head other than to lightly blow on it. Now she returned to the balls, sucking in only one this time. Having one of the huge egg-shaped globes in her mouth was more manageable for her and allowed her tongue to play over its surface more. She pressed her face hard into Bob's groin and then slowly pulled her head back stretching the ball away from Bob as her tongue painted circles around the thing. Eventually, she released it letting it bounce back into place before repeating her act on its brother.

Not knowing how much time remained, she decided to get serious with the cock. She opened her mouth wide and leaned forward encircling the shaft but not touching it. The only thing that Bob could feel was the warmth of Jane's breath caressing his sensitive member until it finally bumped into the back of her throat. As soon as that happened, Jane clamped her teeth tightly around the cock, grasping it near the base. She would have preferred to catch it at the base but had never been able to bring herself to deep throating anyone. She started sucking on it as she drew her lips up the shaft, feeling her cheeks collapsing inward from the heavy suction. Then she moved her head forward and back quickly letting just the bulbous head slide in and out of her mouth as her tongue bathed it and teased the little hole at the tip.

She would lunge forward occasionally, taking the cock as deep into her mouth as possible but would always return to focus most of her efforts on the head. She was only able to lunge forward three times, however, before the shaft twitched and her mouth was filled with salty, warm fluid. Another owner was soon slumped in a chair.

After he recovered, Bob reached down and pulled Jane out from under the table helping her to her feet. “Where did you learn all of that, girl?”

“From Emily, Master,” she replied.

“Really?” Meg jumped in. “It seems that our Emily has more talents than we suspected.”

“Very well done, pet,” smiled Bob as he gave each prominent nipple a squeeze. Then he turned his attention to Emily. “And thank you for being such an excellent instructor.”

“You are welcome, Master.”

Jane's wrists remained tied behind her back but at least her elbows were released after dinner, which provided her with greatly appreciated relief. Both girls were taken to bed with the Hopewells that night. Emily was to be the sex toy this evening and she was sandwiched between Bob and Meg and ravished for hours. Jane had a more functional role. She was bound across the head of the bed and became everyone's pillow. Bob rested his head on the girl's thighs. Emily slept on Jane's belly. And Meg enjoyed a good night's sleep using Jane's full, firm breasts to support her head. And she couldn't help herself from playing with them whenever she awoke. Unfortunately for Jane, Meg was a light sleeper and Jane was awakened numerous times to find lips wrapped around a nipple suckling it.

The only chore for the girls, the next day, was transplanting some seedlings that had been started in the barn when the weather was too cold for them. Now that it was warm each day, the two girls busied themselves by giving the plants a new home in their freshly tilled garden. It took less than two hours to create rows of tomato plants and herbs.

Meg watched them while they toiled, marveling at their sleek but decidedly feminine forms. When they finished, she beckoned them to her and they quickly knelt at her feet. “You have been such good girls,” she said as she reached out to hold a breast from each slave in her hands. “What would you like to do for the rest of the day?”

They looked at her, perplexed, unsure of how to answer. Then they looked at each other hoping for some guidance. “We don't know, Mistress. Whatever you would like us to do, I suppose,” replied Emily.

Meg smiled and gave Emily's breast a squeeze. “Yes. Such good girls.”

Emily and Jane conferred for a few moments, glancing nervously at Meg now and then. They wanted to make the most of their ability to set their future but seemed unable to come to a decision for the longest time.

“We would like to swim and sun by the pool, Mistress,” started Emily after they had been in conference for a long while.

“And we, I, would like to go for a run,” interjected Jane.

And we, I, would like to have some time in the afternoon to ourselves,” finished Emily.

“Done!” proclaimed Meg. “My girls shall have their wishes. I assume that you want to end up in your room for your time together, so where would you like to start? Pool or run?”

After a bit more bickering between themselves, they decided on the run first, followed by the pool, which would let them cool down and relax before heading off to the relative protection of their room.

Meg attached new collars to their necks, which she told them would send electric shocks through them if they left the property. They believed her and stayed within the boundaries before returning to cool down and sun by the pool. It was a luxury for a slavegirl. Eventually, they returned to their rooms, bathed and enjoyed some wonderful lovemaking before falling asleep in each other's arms.

Meg looked down at her two pets seeing them as a tangled mass of intertwined arms and legs with their lips pressed together. The brown lush hair atop both heads fanned across the pillows as the two girls slept and she almost felt guilty about awakening them. But she had plans, even though the two slaves were unaware of the upcoming events. With some reluctance, she raised the crop and swung it down to catch Emily's smooth bottom only to lift it again quickly to do the same to Jane.

“Up girls!” commanded Meg. “We have a busy night ahead of us. I think a bath with this bath oil would be in order. No makeup. I want you both with a French braid. And don't bother dressing. I will be back in one hour to collect you.” With that, she left, locking the door behind her.

“What's up?” asked Jane.

“How am I supposed to know?” responded Emily. “But we better get moving if we're going to get those braids done.”

Fifty five minutes later, they had completed their assignments and were standing together in front of the mirror. “We really do look like a matched pair,” observed Jane.

“Hardly,” replied Emily. You are more top heavy than me.”

Meg returned on time and attached leashes to both of her girls “We have guests tonight,” she said, causing each girl to tense and pull back only to feel their collars tighten around their necks. “I expect both of you to behave and to make us proud.”

Each girl had her wrists bound behind her back and each girl had her elbows lashed together also. “Battle of the Bosoms,” thought Emily as she glanced down and saw her breasts protruding as invitingly as Jane's. Then, the reluctant slaves were led down the hall toward the voices in the living room. They each wanted to die when they emerged into the room to find Bob talking with three elegantly dressed couples.

“I present to you my finest catches yet: Emily and Jane. Feel free to enjoy them, but please acquaint yourselves with their tags first.” Bob stood proudly beside his two catches and then patted Emily's bottom, urging her forward into the small crowd.

“Oh my gawwwwd!” thought Emily as she saw every eye on her roaming over her nudity. Jane was urged forward a moment later and quickly the two slaves found themselves circled by the guests and being poked, prodded and pinched.

“One of the women, an attractive redhead in her mid-forties, reached forward and clasped the tag dangling from Jane's collar. “Ridley,” she observed. “I think I know your parents.” Jane's eyes went wide in fear as she heard the words and wondered how she would ever explain her current predicament to her conservative mother and father. “Don't worry,” the woman whispered as she tweaked Jane's nipple. “It'll be our secret.”

Then the woman turned to Bob. “Short. Simple. But very effective, Bob. It gets the message across.”

Bob smiled. “Thank you, Roz.”

“Which one gives better head?” asked a man who had claimed Emily's left breast.

“They are new enough that I haven't had a lot of time to evaluate them,” replied Bob. “But so far, I'd give them both A+.”

Emily breathed a sigh of relief at those words. She was afraid that he was going to reveal her earlier failure. She was also being very distracted by all of the hands moving over her body. It seemed that no part of her was left untouched. Even her bottom cheeks were spread for inspection back there.

“How are they with anal?” asked the man who was currently holding Emily's cheeks apart.

“Haven't gotten around to it yet,” was Bob's answer. “Keep in mind we've only owned them for a couple of days.”

“We'll have to fix that tonight,” was the response.

“Maybe,” was Bob's noncommittal reply.

“Prime property,” said a black-haired woman in her mid-twenties. “Are you planning to show them?”

“We'll have to see, Liz,” answered Meg. “We haven't quite decided what to do with them. They sort of dropped into our laps and we haven't had a chance to make any plans.”

“I'm sure they'd be winners,” Liz went on. “There's a show tomorrow night if you want to give them a trial run.”

“Oh really?” said Meg, musingly. “I had no idea. We might just have to do that.”

Emily just about jumped out of her skin as a finger stabbed into her sex followed by a second and then a third digit. Emily looked down to see the blonde woman in front of her with three fingers disappearing inside of her.

“How is she with a fist?” asked the blonde.

Meg shrugged her shoulders. “Don't know, June. Haven't gotten around to that either.”

“Mind if I see?”

“Be my guest,” said Meg as she moved around to watch.

Again, Emily's eyes opened wide in surprise as she realized what was about to happen. She wanted to scream and run but knew that she would be punished severely for that. Instead, all that she could do is look down in disbelief as a fourth finger joined the first three.

Two of the men grasped Emily's upper arms to steady her and to hold her in place as June withdrew her glistening fingers. Then, in horror, Emily saw the woman tuck her thumb against her palm and start to slowly move the assembly in and out as a little bit more of the hand disappeared inside of her with each push.

“Thankfully, she's very wet,” exclaimed June.

“They are both like that all the time,” responded Meg. “It's the most amazing thing. I call them my matched pair.”

“Well this part of the match is going to waste over here,” said a man who was currently inspecting Jane's bottom.

“Okay, Ted,” laughed Bob. “Go for it.”

Ted wasted no time and very quickly Jane found herself bent over the back of an upholstered chair. She heard a zipper being lowered and knew that her upthrust bottom was likely going to be too tempting of a target to resist. Within moments, she felt a large shaft impaling her sex and let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion. Thankfully, it had been her sex that had been entered instead of her bottom.

By this time, Emily was panting and groaning as June's knuckles were starting to spread her wide. She felt as if she were going to be split in two from the intrusion but the hand seemed to make a little more progress with each thrust. June pushed a little harder causing Emily to let out a long, low groan but allowing the hand to pop inside of her.

“Oh yes,” murmured June as her fingers started dancing over the walls inside of Jane's sex. “So soft. So velvety. So warm and wet in here.”

Emily felt her body perspiring and felt her body trembling as the fingers moved over every inch inside of her. Then a finger found her cervix and started slowly pressing against it. At first, Emily felt the pressure. Then she felt a little discomfort. Finally she felt pain as the insistent finger kept pushing causing Emily to rise up onto her toes to try to escape.

“Come back here, little one,” laughed June as she reached up, grabbing Emily's nipple and pulling down hard on it. Reluctantly, Emily returned to standing on her heels but then groaned again as the finger was successful in penetrating into her womb and in sending pain through her body.

At the very same moment, Ted had pulled out of Jane and repositioned his glistening cock at her little rosebud, pushing forward until the tip of his cock opened her bottom and slipped inside.

“Oh my gawwwwddd!” groaned each girl simultaneously as they felt the new attacks on their bodies.

June seemed content to leave just the tip of her finger within the cervix but Ted was not going to be satisfied with just partial penetration. He worked his hips forward and back until his cock was fully encased in Jane's bowels.

June decided to toy with her captive a little more and leaned forward letting her tongue flutter over Emily's exposed and erect clit. Emily's mind was totally confused at this time by the erotic thrills shooting from her clit combined with the pain and cramping from her penetrated cervix.

Jane was not confused at all, however. She just plain didn't like being fucked in the ass. She grasped at the arms of the chair and tried to pull herself forward in a desperate attempt to escape the abuse she was receiving. She was stopped by Ted who grasped her hips tightly and held her where she was.

“Move her back a bit, big boy,” Jane heard Liz say. “Give me some room to get in there and play. I'll give her something nice to focus on while she gets used to that cock.” Liz reached under Jane's belly and slid her hand down until she found the slavegirl's wet sex. Her fingers quickly claimed the slippery clit and she started strumming it as her free hand caressed Jane's back. “You are a beautiful little pet,” she cooed into Jane's ear. “Just let yourself go with it. Stop fighting it and it can even be pleasurable.”

Jane whimpered and buried her face in the cushion but felt her body already starting to respond to Liz' ministrations. June finally withdrew her finger allowing Emily to breathe a sigh of relief. Now she only had to deal with the fullness caused by having a hand buried in her sex. June started to flex her fingers and then draw them together in a fist as she also started to rotate her arm. The flickering tongue also remained engaged in it's toils moving Emily closer and closer to an orgasm.

Jane turned her head to look at her captors. Ted's eyes were closed and his face was red as he pounded in and out of her bottom. He had the look of someone close to climax and it could not come soon enough as far as Jane was concerned. Liz smiled back at her and leaned forward to kiss her as she kept her fingers moving lightly over the girl's clit. This caused Jane to blush as she realized that this captor was the same age as herself but was very clearly in a position of dominance over her. Nevertheless, she appreciated the tenderness being provided by Liz and returned the kiss enjoying the soft, lush lips against her arm.

Emily was visibly trembling at this point and the tight muscles of her belly were quivering from June's nonstop attentions. The fingers inside of her moved randomly now, sometimes stroking, sometimes flexing, always twisting in a new direction. Finally, she could hold back no longer and the orgasm swept through her body. She felt as if the top of her head was going to blow off from the intensity of the climax and, thankfully, the two men were holding her arms or she would have toppled over.

Ted climaxed at the same time as Emily, letting out a grunt as he filled Jane's bowels with his sperm. Luckily for Jane, he softened quickly and slid out of her bottom. This left her as the only whimpering soul in the room and all eyes were on her. Liz' free hand continued to stroke and caress the naked girl as the other hand tried to coax out an orgasm. It did not take much more time and Liz was rewarded by a shuddering body and a muffled groan as Jane once again buried her face in the cushions.

“That was quite a demonstration,” observed Bob. “I'm sure that my girls have learned a thing or two. Let's relax and enjoy ourselves while they gather their wits.” The two men draped Emily's body over the back of the chair beside Jane's and they all took seats, frequently glancing over to the near-comatose slaves.

“I still think you should show them,” offered Liz. “I'd be happy to take them tomorrow night if you'd like.”

“I'm sure you would,” smiled Bob. “And I'm sure you'd like to keep them.”

“Oh I would,” said Liz as her face lit up. “Are they for sale?”

“Sadly, they aren't,” replied Bob. “At least not at the moment. There are currently some contractual limitations to our ownership.”

“But I could challenge for them, couldn't I?” said Liz hopefully. “If we made a prize bet and I won, wouldn't you have to give them to me?”

“Yes, I suppose,” said Bob. “But you would have to put up a prize yourself that you could lose.”

“That's why it's called betting,” grinned Liz.

Bob sighed. “You may challenge if you wish. What prize would you offer?”

“My Edward. For a week. Against those two for a week.”

“One male for two females?” asked Bob. “That's not even close to equal.”

“Oh,” said Liz. “But Edward is trained and your two aren't.” This left Bob shaking his head in refusal. “Hmmmm. Let me think,” Liz went on as she thought. “How about my Edward for those two? And I would throw myself in on top.”

“Now that might be interesting,” Meg chirped in.

Bob was not sure about all of this. He knew that Meg truly loved having boy toys to play with but he wasn't at all sure what he would do with three slavegirls at once. He had to admit that he had frequently fantasized about having Liz naked and kneeling at his feet. She was just as stunning as Jane and Emily and, other than for hair color, would also be part of the matched set. All three girls were about the same height. All were large-breasted with tiny waists. And all three had truly beautiful faces. But how could he enjoy all three lovelies at once?

Then there was the possibility that he could lose the challenge. In that case, Emily and Jane would be out of his hands for a week. He could still finish off the remaining term of their slavery after they were returned to him because it had become common practice that “challenge time” did not count toward “contract time,” although slaves typically never learned that until they had been lost in a challenge. He was most concerned about how it might affect Emily's decision at the end of the contract. He had been becoming increasingly confident that she would commit herself, and therefore Jane, to slavery or at least extend her trial period.

Being lost to Liz, however, might scare Emily off. For one thing, it might infuriate her that she ended up spending two weeks in slavery instead of the one she agreed to. For another thing, he would lose control of how she was brought to the decision. Currently, he could manage her time in slavery and seduce her into committing her life to them. And he desperately wanted to have them as his property. But he also couldn't back away from a challenge. The best he could hope for was to make the terms of the bet so unattractive that the challenge would be withdrawn.

“That could work for me,” Bob said after considering the situation, “but with one change. If we win, we get you and your slaveboy for a week. If you win, you get Emily and Jane for a week and…”

“we get you when you return them for the duration of their slavery.”

“Whoa!” exclaimed Liz. “Are you serious? I thought my slaving days were over. I'll have to think about that one.”

Jane was the first to return to her senses and the gist of the discussion started to register for her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had already been kidnapped by one owner and then given to a second owner. Now her body was to be gambled and potentially won by a third owner. It was at that moment more than at any previous time that she realized that she really was just a piece of property to be used, displayed, bought, sold, donated and ultimately discarded in all likelihood. And it sounded like she might have her slavery extended by at least another week.

She wondered if Emily was listening and if she understood that the two of them may end up with a new owner. When she looked over at her slave sister, however, she saw that Emily was sound asleep, draped over the chair, with her bound arms sticking up in the air. She was not listening to anything.

She also wondered what Liz would be like as an owner. She was very pretty and she seemed to be very gentle. Jane remembered the soothing caresses and the calming words during the rape of her bottom. And it seemed that Liz must be heterosexual since it sounded like she owned a male slave. But it seemed so unusual that someone her age could own someone else. “Did that mean that I could own someone?” she wondered. “What would it be like to own someone? Would I even like it?”

She decided that she had better stand up or she might be accused of malingering. So she raised herself from the relative safety of the chair and stood behind it.

“Come, girl,” motioned Meg, and Jane crossed the floor to kneel at her owner's feet. Meg continued to talk with the others but also started lightly caressing Jane's cheek.

Emily finally awoke and joined the gathering. She was told to kneel in the center of the sitting area and Jane was told to join her. Their bindings were removed and they knelt back-to-back, acting as a decorative centerpiece to the ongoing discussions. Their sexual use had ended. For the remainder of the evening, they were mere ornaments.

Finally, the little party broke up and guests started filing out. Ted and his wife, June, told the Hopewells that they would be interested in buying the girls and asked Bob to name a price. Bob graciously declined.

Liz sent her boyfriend out to the car ahead of her and lingered behind. “I'm still thinking about the challenge,” she said. “I want those two. But in the meantime, please do think about showing them tomorrow night.”

“We'll think about it,” replied Bob. “And we'll also order another collar. One for your neck.”

After the guests left, Bob and Meg debated about what to do with the girls. Bob thought that they should be left together so they could sort out their future decision. Meg thought they should be brought to bed where Emily could be comforted by the owners. She argued that the recent fisting and ass-fucking would probably be the only topics of conversation if the girls were left alone and that could easily lead to them both leaving at the end of the week.

Meg's argument prevailed in the end. The two girls were brought to the master bedroom and sandwiched between Bob and Meg. Bob claimed Emily on his side of the bed and Meg curled up with Jane.

“I was very proud of both of you,” said Bob to his two captives.

:Thank you, Master,” replied Emily.

“I'm sure that you wish that some parts of the evening never happened,” he went on, “but we learned things about you. You seemed to have some pretty powerful orgasms. And I think that you probably learned some things about yourself.”

“Sure did, Master. I learned that I hate being ass-fucked!” said Jane irreverently, knowing that it would probably result in some kind of punishment.

“I'm sure it wasn't all that bad,” replied Bob.

“Not that bad?!?!?!” replied Jane. “Have you ever been ass-fucked?”

“As a matter of fact, I have,” responded Bob. “The first time was bad. It got better later.”

“Wow,” was all that Jane could say. She decided to shut up and let her body mold itself to Meg who had draped an arm across her.

“Are you comfortable, Mistress?” asked Jane, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, pet,” murmured Meg as she cupped a breast and squeezed it. “I'm doing wonderfully.”