Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 71

“We don’t have time for this nonsense right now. I heard that you are more than interested in finding where your sister is. Are you still interested? Or do you just wish to sit here and keep on rambling nonsense with my daughter,” said Lester and Jeremiah raised his brows.

“I thought that she was your step-daughter.”

“Does that really matter? You are still the guy who f****d your step-mother, didn’t you?” asked Larry from the other side as he took a seat and Comet laughed out loud.

“Wow! Now that I wasn’t expecting at all.”

“What?” asked Jeremiah as she stared at him in mirth.

“You were talking about your stepsister and how you cared for your stepmother and you were absolutely devastated because you had to report the multiple stab wounds that she has survived and then bring her to the hospital just when you came back home. However now I come to hear that you’ve been f*****g her. Now that is something really interesting. Talk about hypocrisy!”

“I never thought that the first time I am talking to a girl that I really felt that was cute and sexy I had to tell what kind of relationship I shared with my stepmother. In fact you also never might have thought that because I never had any kind of feelings for her. It was not initiated from my end and it was definitely not continued as well. The only thing that was consensual in that was the way that she dominated and blackmailed me into having s*x with her. I don’t think that she was ever attracted to me as a person or a human being because I was quite young but probably it made her feel powerful. She was the reason that I left home and joined the army in the first place. When I used to come back I stayed back at my friends place for a few weeks and then used to go back. But I did not think that I needed to tell you all these things just now.”

“No you did not. But it is good to know. I never thought that a woman could be like this but now seeing her it feels that it was wrong to be born of this gender.”

“We can think about the renditions and ramifications later on when you are having your own conversations in your free time. Right now we are on a timeline and we don’t have any information to go on. So boy tell me would you be interested in helping us? Because I think that you can bring out some level of information from her by toying with her emotions just like she did to you when you were young!” Larry spoke out as Lester nodded.

“I don’t think that you would be of much help but if you would like us to find your step sister then it would be really great. We might not know her but she is an innocent little girl and she has never known what kind of horrors she is going to face. What do you think about that?”

“I think that I can help. In fact I want to help you all, But she is a very strong woman. I don’t know if I will be able to breakdown her defenses.” Jeremiah conceded.

“You don’t have to do anything other than blackmail her with some fabricated nonsense that you might know to be true. And she will know to be true. I mean, no proof, no evidence but in her drug addled mind she would not be able to tell her the difference and she will tell you things that you want to know.” Comet advised him.

Jeremiah stared at Comet for a while and then said,” You don’t look like it at all.”

“What do I not look like?”

“Like you are a vicious little thing who can claw out the eyes of anyone who tries to harm her or hurt anyone who is close to her.” While they were having this conversation, on the other part of the world something else was going on.

Dahlia stood patiently as the maid tugged the straps of her dress tight. She watched in the mirror as the clear vinyl clung to her body, tightly wrapping around her curves. As the last strap was finally adjusted perfectly she turned and examined her reflection.

The hobble dress began just below her full lush breasts. She was still young, so they were high and firm. There was a strap across her back holding the dress together. The back was open, a full seven inches wide from top to bottom. There was another strap at the small of her back, another just below her ass, one just above her knees and the last, which was kept a bit slack, across the back of her calves.

She bent over as best as she could in the restrictive dress and felt the maid lube her ass and slide in a butt plug. Dahlia felt the familiar surge of wetness in her shaved p***y every time her ass was penetrated.

A collar wrapped around her neck and leather bands adorned her wrists. She slipped her feet into her red seven inch high platform shoes.

She swung her long auburn hair, her large green eyes flashing in the mirror. She always loved the b**m parties her Master took her to, but tonight was even more special. Tonight there was going to be a slave auction and Master had promised to buy another slave...a male slave.

Carefully she applied another coat of red lipstick as the maid approached with the second and larger butt plug. The first one was gently removed and the second lubed up and slid in. It would continue like this several more times until she was fitted with a very large plug, preparing her for the party. At these functions Master liked to share her with anyone who showed an interest and she had to be open to avoid getting sore quickly.

Her Master would do the final penetration as it was sure to be painful. A chill ran down her spine just thinking about it.

Finally he called for her and she walked down the hall as fast as she could in her dress, taking short little six inch steps, her breasts bouncing as she went. She knocked at his door and entered at his summons.

With delight dancing in his eyes he watched her breasts jiggling as she walked across the room. He reached out and grabbed the soft flesh as she approached. "Mmmm...I love these," he said, nuzzling his face between them.

Raising his head and stepping back , he said, "Turn around, let me see."

She did a slow turn for him.

"You look amazing," he said softly, wrapping his arms around her, reaching down and squeezing her bare ass.

"Thank you, Master," she replied shyly.

"Are you ready for the final plug?" he asked.

It really wasn't a question and she again bent over as much as she could. He slowly withdrew the plug she was currently wearing and she took a deep breath, readying herself for the even bigger one. She gasped with surprise at how much it was spreading her. She cried out softly as the widest part penetrated her ass and then it was in.

She stood unsteadily, adjusting to the pressure inside her. She clenched her ass tight around the plug and a wave of incredible pleasure surged through her. A deep sigh slipped through her lips as her eyes closed.

"How does it feel?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"It feels wonderful, Master," she replied, returning his smile.

The plug had a large head on the end, elaborately carved and decorated. He gripped it in his fist and jiggled it. "Nice and tight," he murmured.

He was dressed in an immaculately tailored tuxedo and was just having his own maid adjust his bow tie and he was also ready. Offering her his arm, he slowly walked with her through the house to the garage.

The vintage '69 Lincoln limousine was polished and waiting for them, the driver standing by the door. Master helped Dahlia settle into the back seat, smiling as the plug pushed in deeper as she sat, causing her to gasp loudly before he sat next to her.

Even though the car's windows were tinted, the couple were still visible and the occasional motorist would catch a glimpse of her naked breasts as they passed. They soon pulled up in front of the private mansion that was housing the party and they alighted from the car. The sun was just beginning to set and she glanced about, admiring the lush gardens.

She stood patiently as her Master attached the leash to her collar and then hurried to keep up with him as he entered the house. He walked slowly with her at his house, but here, at the party, she was expected to match his pace. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she practically ran behind him, taking her tiny steps.

They had just entered the ballroom when an old friend of the Master's greeted him. "Good evening, Leo," the man greeted her Master. She kept her eyes lowered as was expected of her and studied the man's shoes.

"Good evening, Theodore," she heard her Master reply.

"I see you've brought your lovely pet with you," he lifted her chin, but she kept her eyes lowered. "She's lovely as always," he commented.

"Why thank you," her Master responded, as usual taking credit for her appearance.

"May I?" Theodore asked, his hands poised above her breasts.

"By all means, please do, help yourself however you wish," Leo generously invited.

Dahlia felt his rough hands gripping and squeezing her large breasts, rolling her n*****s between his fingers. He turned her around and caressed her butt, jiggling the plug in her ass. "Feels tight, must be a big one," he said with a smile.

Master only silently returned the smile.

She felt his fingers slide through her wet p***y and she gasped. She was allowed to respond physically, but not in any other way.

"As usual she is splendid," Master's friend praised. "If you ever tire of her and wish to sell her, do let me know," he continued before saying goodbye and continuing on his way.

She meekly followed along behind him, being occasionally groped and fondled by her Master's friends and acquaintances until a young man named Jackson approached. He had a lovely little slave with him and the two men stood admiring each other's pets much in the same way men admire each other's vehicles at car shows.

Jackson's slave was blond and tiny, with small breasts topped by large, dark nipples.. Her face was very pretty, with large blue eyes and lush pouty lips. Jackson jiggled at Dahlia's plug and asked, "May I?"

"Of course, go right ahead," her Master cheerfully agreed. He was invited to do the same and he was soon behind the petite blond, removing her plug. Dahlia noticed with smug satisfaction that her own plug was much larger.

Jackson slowly pulled her plug out, marveling at the size, before squirting some lube on her ass and pushing in. She tried to bend over a bit, but he grabbed her breasts and held her tight against him. She cried out as he plunged in deep and began immediately thrusting roughly into her. His hands pinched her n*****s as he drove into her, grunting loudly, his hips slapping against her ass. "God, she feels good, such nice big t**s," Jackson called to her Master. With a loud groan, he quickly pulled out of her and with a few strokes, came into one of the large brass containers liberally scattered about the room. Each was attended by a liveried servant and Jackson's c**k was quickly cleaned off after he finished, followed by Master who also had c*m into the container.

The slaves' butt plugs were pushed back in, the two men shook hands and parted ways. The party continued on like this for the next two hours, Dahlia getting ass f****d five more times, p***y f****d six times and mouth f****d three times. Each time her Master was complimented on how wonderful she was.

He noticed she was getting weary of the s*x and led her outside. "Would you like to view the slaves?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she answered eagerly. He had told her that she could choose the next one and she wanted a male.

"Remember, take a good look and ask any questions you may have," he reminded her.

The area was brightly lit by torches and he walked slowly so that she could get a good look at the offerings. The slaves for auction were kept in large cages, most of them naked or very scantily clad. A few men caught her eye, but she had something specific in mind. She paused before one cage and looked over a young man. His wavy blond hair hung to his shoulders and his large green eyes, full lips, high cheekbones and square jaw sent a shiver down her spine. He was tall, taller than she in her high heels and muscular. He was wearing a loin cloth and she asked that it be removed. The slave's owner looked at Master questioningly.

"I told her she could choose one," he explained indulgently.