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The Schism

Part 9

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I writhed in ecstasy as the young girl's tongue teased and squirmed between my lips. Keen to finish, I grabbed the girls hair and ground myself into her mouth. The slave between my thighs redoubled her efforts, her tongue an electric eel in my pussy.

"Faster!" I commanded, leaning forward to grasp the light chain joining the steel rings set in her nipples. As I pulled on the chain, her nipples stretched. A squeak of pain and her tongue diverted its attention to my clit. This muscle also had been pierced. Set with two beads near the tip, the girl used these now to torment me. They did their job, and I shuddered into a powerful climax. I pushed down harder onto the girl below me, forcing her to swallow every drop.

"Don't stop! Lick me out, slave," I ordered as I continued to tremble and shake. I'd given the minx two, the least she could do was reciprocate for her Mistress.

Eventually, quite some time later, I called a halt to proceedings. I'd climaxed three times and was sated enough to let the girl rest. Fresh welts from my crop marked her body, and we were both slick with sweat. The satin sheets, upon which we had played, were sodden, and to continue would be more like work than fun.

The slave's name was Natara. A Syrian and an illegal immigrant to Germany, she would never be missed. Not that the girl minded. She, like Willa, was so happy to be a slave. Every day was cause for celebration for Natara, even when the young slave had creche duty.

She lay beside me now, a Cheshire cat smile across her face. A look of trust and love in her dark brown eyes. Her German was poor, but her English was passable. Only four months in her collar, she was still asking questions.

"Mistress, the other girls say you were once a slave like me. Is that true?"

"Yes, slave. Why do you ask?"

"So, one day, I will have pretty collar like you, Mistress?"

"Do you not like your collar, slave?"

"No, Mistress, you do not understand. I love to be Mother's slave. I am happy to be collared too. So much sex and whipping and sexy pain. No brutish men saying women together are sinners." She grasped the ring to the heavy steel fetter riveted in place about her throat. "This means I'm free to be me, Mistress."

"I understand you were persecuted in your home country, Natara. You seem happy to be Mother Superior's slave, and I'm glad that you are. The collar around your throat is never coming off. Unless, that is, one of the children in the creche picks you to be their famula. I used to belong to Mistress Vanda. I was her slave like you belong to Mistress Suzie. Mistress Suzie is Mistress Vanda's daughter. She liked me in the creche and one day asked her mother if she could keep me for herself."

Understanding registered on the young girls face. But she did not look sad.

"So I stay a slave forever, Mistress. Unless a baby chooses me? Like Willa or Jenny?"

"Yes, slave, you know about that?"

"Mistress, it's all my new sisters talk about. But never to Willa or Jenny. Why is that?"

I thought about my time with my love when she was young. I loved the girl even then. But it was a pure, almost motherly love, and then later we were like really close friends. If I had known, would it have changed the way I behaved towards my love when she was young?

"It is to protect the child, slave. If Willa or Jenny knew that one day the little child they loved would own them... It may change the way they feel."

"Ahh, yes that makes sense," Natara rolled onto her back, the chain joining her wrists stretched across her belly. "But that means if a child has chosen me..."

"Silly slave," I interjected, "have you been besotted by any of the babes?"

"No, Mistress, I have not. They are cute and seem not to cry much. But they're still just babies." Her right hand idly lifted up to toy with the large ring on her collar. The heavy chain, pulling at the lighter one between her breasts. Her Arabic features and coffee coloured skin complimented the hard bright metal confining and set in her body. She really was one of the most beautiful slaves my love possessed.

A sharp rap at the door shattered my reverie.

"Come," I barked, a little irked to be disturbed. With Mistress Suzie in America, I'd been de facto head of our family for nearly four months. I missed her so much, like a knot in my chest, or a pang of hunger I could not sate.

Tujuka stepped in and knelt formally, which seemed unusual. Her hair was growing out into quite an afro, and I made a mental note to get Gretta to trim it soon.

"Mistress, Puella Willa has sent me to tell you Mother Superior has called from the airport. She will be home within two hours and is looking forward to a warm welcome."

"Yyyyeeesss!" The scream was guttural and uncontrolled. The joy I felt was echoed in the grins on the faces of the slaves around me.

The euphoria was then, almost, replaced with panic. We had to be ready! I had to think... Jenny was in the creche, Tujuka was on light duties having served in the creche Yesterday and I've just used up Natara...

"Natara, strip this bed and take the sheets to the laundry. Then get to the showers and clean yourself up before reporting to Willa. Tu, dear, go tell Willa to bring Ingrid up here for Mistress, in case she's hungry. Also, have Ilse made ready too in the event Mother Superior is very hungry. Then ask her to get Gretta and Natara to prepare this room and help her check everywhere is clean. Once you have conveyed these orders come back here, Tu, to help me dress."

I turned for the shower as both girls responded simultaneously, "Yes, Mistress."

-0-

"I liked that dress, murmured my owner." The garment was now a shredded scrap of latex beneath the gently swinging Ingrid.

"I could tell, Mistress," I confided, "I'll get another for you to shred in the future."

"Are you being cheeky, slave?"

"Never, Mistress, I'm just so happy you are home."

Mistress Suzie had been very hungry. Not only had Ingrid, Ilse and I been called upon to serve, but Willa too had been summoned. The feeding had devolved into raw sex. The orgy culminating in me being treated almost exactly the same way as Natara earlier that day.

"I'm hopeful this will no longer be home, slave."

"Did all go well?"

"It most certainly did not. Dr Crumb was a huge error. Out of mother's shadow, the fool went way too far. Not only was he too extreme in his treatments he was involved with human slavers too. Narlinea almost got scooped up in a police raid.

"So, I had to deal with Narlinea wandering around feeding in nightclubs, while making sure that snivelling weasel Crumb never talked to the authorities.

"Then Narlinea found a likely new famula, but the girl put up monumental resistance to being turned. Taydem forced Narlinea into giving away her location by demanding a demonstration of the new famula. That was a farce. While all the thralls were impressed, all the Demonia could smell the girl had not turned.

"I did manage to steer Tranamus Narlinea's way, but Taydem unleashed her famula Anoushka. We all underestimated, massively, how far she would go. It turns out the Old Ones in the States had this insane plan to kidnap Narlinea. They were going to force her to breed and raise a House of pure Original Demonia."

"Oh my God, Mistress, what happened?"

"What happened was Narlinea's new famula. The girl was amazing. Narlinea was attacked and injured, but her girl saved her. I may have to admit that Venarius may have helped a little bit too.

"Anu continued feeding information to the remaining males. But the new famula, Claudia, kicked ass." My love's face split into an enormous grin, "Oh, we are in tight there, my love. Firm friends, and now the shit is over... USA, here we come."

"Really, Mistress?"

"Yep, I even checked out some towns in California before I came home."

"Do you know where you are taking us, Mistress?"

"Well, Santa Carla looked nice."

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