TOY

By Nostromo

“Welcome ladies! I’m so glad you could make it!” Debra announced as she opened her front door and ushered her first time guests in.

The first impression Stacy got was of a clean and tidy home. Nicer on the inside than out. The smell of flowers penetrated her breath and she felt welcome. She smiled and returned Debra’s friendliness, “Why thank you Debra, it was nice of you to invite us over.”

Karen’s first thought was of how attractive Debra was. Standing about 5’9”, Debra’s long blond hair only added to her appealing figure. Well tanned and manicured, Karen was immediately attracted to her new neighbor. “Yes Debra, it was nice of you to invite us.”

“Well, follow me into the sitting room and we can sit for awhile with refreshments and get to know each other better.”

It had almost been a year to the day, since Debra signed her divorce papers from Warrick, and she had come to the hard decision that she wanted to move away from the city, away from Warrick’s family, and back to her hometown. Back to the South, that’s where she wanted to be. Back to where she was comfortable, relaxed, and satisfied. She took a short trip back home, and with the help of her nearly identical mother, she found a new home just 4 miles from where she grew up. In the middle of a upper class neighborhood, surrounded by colorful trees and friendly neighbors. After moving in and setting up house, Debra was ready to add some new friends to her life.

Stacy and Karen were the first two neighbors she met while jogging down her street. After introducing herself and a few moments of friendly chat, Debra invited them to lunch the next Wednesday. Feeling comfortable with their new neighbor, they accepted.

“So” Karen asked, “Debra, are you married? Any children?”

“No, not yet anyway. I was married, but he tired of me and sought comfort elsewhere.” Debra answered with an obviously forced smile.

Karen and Stacy sighed.

“I’m divorced too.” Stacy added. “Guess we’re all not as lucky as Karen here to find a real catch like her Bruce.” Karen bashfully smiled.

“Oh, well I’d love to meet him. Maybe we can have a group dinner sometime.” They all nodded in agreement.

After another 20 minutes of friendly chat, Debra called out for lunch.

“Toy! We’re ready for lunch now!” Debra called.

Stacy and Karen looked at each other puzzled, wondering if they heard her right. A maid or butler was completely understandable in this neighborhood, but one named Toy?

Moments later a striking woman entered the sitting room. She was 5’10” tall, long glimmering black hair, sculpted body with a complete tan. She was strikingly beautiful, but what was more shocking was her uniform. She wore a two piece bikini, faded mauve in color, and just a thin strip of material in the back. Her breasts were barely contained in the small sized top, and they heaved as she carried a tray of sliced sandwiches, fruits, and a pitcher of lemonade.

Karen and Stacy couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful amazon woman whom they’re new neighbor called Toy. And Debra happily noticed.

“Just sit it down on the table, we’ll serve ourselves. Thank you Toy.” Once the food was down and Toy stood back up, Debra continued. “You know Toy, I really like that other suit you have, you know the black one?”

“Yes ma’am, I do.”

“Go and change into that one, I like that one a lot.” Debra ordered with a grin.

“Yes ma’am.”

Once Toy was out of the room, Karen was the first to ask, “Where on earth did you find her? Which company? She’s ..

…………she’s just ………… a knockout! I don’t know what else to call her!”

Stacy added, “Yes, she is quite striking.”

“Actually,” Debra answered, “it’s a long story. I’m not sure you’d really want to hear it all now.”

“Oh go ahead, I’ve got no plans for this afternoon, do you Karen?”

“None here, let’s hear it.”

“Okay, since you asked.”

Debra began, “It actually starts back with my great-great-grandmother and grandfather, Iris and George. When they were young, they were traveling the islands back in the mid to late 1800’s. My family has always been wealthy. And they were in the habit of collecting things from their travels. And they traveled a lot. They collected gems, rocks, plants, certain rare animals, and even foreign money. But one year when they visited some remote Fiji Islands, they ran across a tribe. My ancestors knew the dangers of meeting strange people. They knew they were risking their lives. But they were also shrewd bargainers. Especially Iris.

They tribe they found were the Setitians. They were very physical attractive people. They were mobile, always moving their camps, collecting food and hunting, and fortunately for my family, non-violent. But when my family found them, they were in great distress. Their weakness was that they were very superstitious.

At this certain time, they were afraid of a local volcano. They believed that volcanoes needed gifts to keep from erupting. But the last three gifts they had sent, two virgin girls and a virgin boy, had not kept it from erupting. They’re tribe had dwindled down to 37 since the last eruption. They were desperate. My great-great-grandmother, being the smart woman she was, saw an opportunity. She offered to trade some of her prized possessions with them, because all smart people knew that it took “the possessions of someone not in the tribe to quell the lava filled beast” or so she said. She tribe believed her after they saw her gems and precious stones. But of course, Iris had a motive. She knew that they must have something of value, and she wanted to know what she would get in return.

The chief of the tribe had no real possessions but his family. He offered his son. A strong looking young man, late teens. My family refused. Later she admitted that he might grow too strong and return on his own free will, leaving my family with nothing. Sensing my great-great-grandmothers resistance to the trade, the Chief offered his youngest daughter. Again, Iris seemed hesitant. George didn’t want a person in trade, he wanted valuables. But seeing the deal and they’re lives threatened, the Chief offered a lifetime contract. Not only could they take her, but she, and every first born daughter in her line would be a slave to the first born daughters in mine.”

“Wait a minute,” Stacy interrupted with her southern accent, “she’s a slave?”

“Hush up, Stacy, I want to hear some more.” Karen chided.

Debra continued. “They were desperate. The Chief ordered his oldest daughter to obey my great-great-grandmother’s every command. Her every desire. And to raise her first female child to do the same for Iris’s first daughter. Liking this new deal Iris and George left the island as soon as they could. Once back home, she treated her new gem, as, well, a slave. She taught her to do all the household chores, all the cooking and cleaning, and whatever else she wanted.

Later in years, she saw different ways she could take advantage of the arrangement. They’re were nights when her George wanted time in bed, and my great-great-grandmother wasn’t willing, she ordered her slave, Farlima, into her bed to satisfy him. If Farlima disobeyed, she was threatened to be sent back a disgrace and put to death. Whether that was true or not is still unknown, but Farlima believed it.

About the time my great grandmother was born, her mother sought out a sire for Farlima. She wanted a slave, also know as a Seti to us, to be born shortly after her daughter, so she could enjoy the same benefits.

Shortly after Georgia, my great-grandmother turned 3, Farlima gave birth to Surina. Farlima was ordered to train Surina to be a slave just as she was. If she didn’t, she was again threatened to be sent back. When Georgia turned 8, and was entering the 3^rd grade, their “maid’s” child entered the first grade. And that’s all anyone needed to know about Surina. They went to school together but shared nothing else while there. They didn’t eat together, talk to each other, or even walk to school together. Georgia’s mother ordered Surina to always walk 20 paces behind her daughter. No closer!

But once they were home, Surina had to follow my great-grandmother around the home, answering to her every wish. Food, drinks, cleaning her room, washing her clothes.

“You mean at the age of 8, your great-grandmother had a servant, a slave……………………?” Karen asked.

“No, a Seti.” Debra answered.

Debra continued, “as time passed, so has the tradition. Georgia gave birth to my grandmother Regina, and Surina gave birth to girl. But Georgia, on the advice of her mother, ordered Surina not to name the child. When Regina was older, she would name her Seti.

Once Regina turned 7, and Surina’s daughter turned 5, she was given the name Sophie, by Regina. Sophie however, became the first Seti in our family to challenge her duties.

When she turned 15, and Regina was 17, she tried to escape. She ran away and hid for several days. Regina was furious, and of course, so was her mother Georgia. Knowing someone had to be punished, Georgia helped Regina tie the hands of her Seti, Surina, who was now about 32, behind her back. Georgia then left the room and allowed Regina “time to vent her anger” on Surina. This was the first time a woman in my family had ever beaten a Seti.

Regina punched and kicked the older woman every where she could reach. She dragged her around the room be her hair, causing Surina to scream out and cry. But every time Surina cried out, Regina would kick her in the face again, and again. When Georgia returned to check on her daughter, she noticed the damage Regina had inflicted, and got an idea. She dragged Surina by the hair and dragged her to the front yard. Georgia had been suspecting that Sophie was sneaking back to their house, trying to get Surina to escape, but to no avail. So Georgia set Surina out on the front lawn, a bloody and beaten mess. Her hands still tied behind her back and nearly stripped of her clothes. Georgia called out, hoping that Sophie could hear and said, “This is what’s going to happen to your mother every night until you return. We’re not going to chase you, we’re just going to beat your mother to death until you come back.”

It worked, the second night that Surina was placed in the front yard, beaten, bloody, and naked, Sophie returned. Georgia made Surina reteach her daughter to obey Regina.

And to make it worse, Georgia ordered Surina to beat her daughter for two hours, to teach her a lesson.

Sophie never tried to escape again. She followed at Regina’s heels, fulfilling her every wish.

When Regina gave birth to my mother, Jennifer, Sophie was also mated, with a stranger of course, and gave birth. But to a son. This was the first time it had happened. She was mated again, and another son was born. Both boys were eventually given to a foster home, over Sophie’s begging to keep them. Finally, when my Mother turned 5, Sophie gave birth to a girl, to which my Mother named her Marie.

Sophie had learned from her mistakes and made sure to train Marie to be a faithful and good servant to my Mother.

But my mother was different from the ladies before her. She was a woman who loved money, and still does today. She found was to use Marie to add to her financial status. She allowed Marie to grow into a beautiful woman. And used that to her advantage. My mother paraded Marie around her home in small outfits, and during summer times thus gaining the gazes of some weak minded neighbors. Men would just happen to be out doing yard work, or washing cars while Marie happened to be doing he outside chores. And soon, men would venture over to chat with her. Several attempts were made by married men to lure Marie to their homes when no one was home, but Marie had been ordered to refuse. Finally, my mother approached one of her neighbors she had notices talking to Marie quite often.

She offered him an arrangement. He could rent Marie for anything he wanted, she didn’t care, but the price would be steep. He agreed, and paid my mother $500 for an hour alone with Marie.

When Marie returned an hour later, she was tired and clothed in a T-shirt that was not hers. My mom allowed Marie to rest for a day, and waited for follow up business to come. It didn’t take long for more men to contact my mom and request Marie’s “services”. Mom inclined them, but only for one hour at a time. Things were going well until Marie and a customer, were caught. Marie escaped as the women berated her husband.

But two days later, when business had slowed, the wife of the caught man, Denise, paid a visit to my mom.

“Just who the hell do you think you are, sending your maid down to my house to seduce my husband?!” an irate Denise inquired.

“I didn’t send anybody anywhere!” Mom answered. “I may have rented her out to work for him, but what he made her do was his business, not mine.”

Denise stared at my mom, and after starting to leave, she turned back, “how much was she?”

“$500 an hour.”

“So, if I gave you $500, I could rent her for an hour too?”

Another plan erupted in my Mom’s mind. “Sure, for $500 you can have her for an hour, and do whatever you want.”

“I’ll be back in an hour, but she’ll be working here. I’m not bringing her back to my house.”

“Fine, we’ll see you in an hour.”

Sixty minutes later, Denise was knocking on the door. Instead of the dress she had on earlier, she was now wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Barefoot and all of 115 pounds, she wasn’t as big or threatening out of her heels. She was now down to 5’7”, and her long brunette hair was pulled back in a knot.

“I just need a room, and one hour with your “maid”.”

“The living room is free, it’s got a sofa and love seat, but it’s mostly empty.” Marie stood behind Jennifer as Denise glared at her.

“One more thing,” Denise inquired, “since she belongs to me for an hour, she has to do whatever I say, right?”

“That’s right, whatever you say.”

Denise smiled at the taller Seti, walked up to her and extending her left hand. Marie extended her right and followed Denise hand in hand to the living room. My mom watched, wondering what Denise was going to do for an hour with the woman she caught making love to her husband. Denise ushered Marie into the room, and closed the French doors behind her.

In the room:

“On your knees honey.” Denise ordered with a smile.

Marie returned her slight smile with one of her own as she knelt down to her knees in front of Denise.

“Take off your shirt.” Marie obliged, revealing to Denise what it was that attracted her husband to this woman. Denise stared at Marie’s naked, tanned breasts for several seconds before issuing her next command.

“Now take down my shorts.”

Marie reached up, unbuttoned and unzipped Denise’s shorts, and gently slid them down Denise’s short legs, revealing her nakedness under them.

“Set them behind you.”

Marie folded the shorts, as a maid would do, and turned to set them on the love seat. As Marie turned back to face Denise, her jaw was met by Denise’s right fist. Marie cried out and fell to the floor, holding her face. She looked up at Denise with a look of fear.

“Now, you have to do exactly as I say! Take off you shorts, now!”

Marie hesitated, but saw the rage in Denise’s face. On the floor, Marie undid her shorts and pulled them off. Now naked and on the floor full of fear, Marie didn’t know what to make of this new experience.

“Lay down flat.” Denise demanded. “So, this is what my husband paid $500 for. Not bad. But I think it needs a little remodeling. Whatever I do to you for the next,” she checked the wall clock, “50 minutes, you are not allowed to touch me, hit me back, or in any way try to stop my actions, unless I tell you. Nod if you understand.”

Still holding her jaw, Marie nodded.

“Good, cause this is gonna hurt.”

Standing at Marie’s feet, Denise ordered, “open your legs, spread em. Now lift your feet.” Marie lifted her feet and Denise grabbed an ankle in each hand. “Close your eyes, your not gonna want to see this.” Denise said with a sadistic grin.

Marie put both hands over her eyes and waited. Seconds later, Denise stomped Marie’s crotch with her right heel. Another cry from Marie. Denise held her ankles as she lined up to stomp again. Two more stomps later, and two more moans from Marie, and Denise decided to move to another area to attack.

“Stand up, and bend over. Put your hands on that armrest of the sofa.” Marie did an ordered, exposing her naked ass to Denise. “Open your feet, more!”

Denise rared back and brought her right foot up into Marie’s ass, causing her knees to buckle.

“Stand up! You don’t go down until I tell you to!”

Next came a knee up Marie’s ass, followed by two more. When Marie could no longer stand, Denise kicked her feet out, forcing her to fall.

Marie knelt on the, one hand on her crotch, the other on her ass as her face laid on the sofa crying. Denise stood over her husband’s lover and fumed with rage. She abandoned her planned attack, and began pummeling Marie with slaps and punches to her head and back and sides and where ever she could reach. Cursing and insulting Marie with each hit. Finally, as Marie laid on the carpet, fetaled up and crying, Denise sat on the couch and pondered.

“Well honey, I’ve got fifteen minutes left. My hands hurt from beating you, and my legs have stomped so much in a long time. I guess for you, it’s a good thing I’m tired. I haven’t even punched your boobs yet.”

Marie didn’t move, she just listened to her tormentor ramble. Finally Denise gave her victim an order.

“Get up on your knees, and come sit in front of me.” Slowly Marie began to move, and two minutes later, she was kneeling in front of Denise, tear stains across her face, she looked up , hoping to receive a lecture and no more punishment.

Denise spread her own legs.

“Look at me. Specifically, my pussy. Do you see that? That’s what he likes. Pure white, clean, trimmed pussy. Not some half-breed, nasty smelling, bitch. But beautiful bush like mine. I just want you to know that he only had you to suck his dick. I don’t, so he had to find someone who would. But since I don’t, he doesn’t either. But since you did, your going to, understand?”

Marie thought she did, but faned ignorance and shook her head no.

“For the rest of my 7 minutes, you’re going to suck my pussy. Lick it, kiss it, and rub your face in it. I don’t care, but stick out your tongue and dive in.”

Marie looked down at Denise’s crotch, but didn’t have a chance to think, Denise grabbed a handful of Marie’s long black hair, and forced her head down into her crotch. Holding her face in tight with two hands, Denise rubbed and grinded Marie face into her crotch for the full 7 minutes. My mom knocked on the door at the 60-minute mark and heard Denise say “Come in.”

Upon entering the room, my mom saw Marie lying on the floor face up. And Denise sitting on her face, smiling, and still grinding.

“Time’s up Denise, oh my!”

A satisfied smile came across Denise’s face as she slowed her rocking. Her heavy breathing also revealed her efforts. She sat on Marie’s face for several moments before my mom spoke again.

“Unless you have another $500, times up.”

“If I did, I’d definitely use it. This was fun,” Denise replied as she went back to slowly rubbing her crotch over Marie’s hidden face.

Sensing another financial venture, my mom took a seat and started asking questions about Denise’s purchase.

“So, you think you might want to do this again?”

“You bet, if I had the money right now I’d send you out again and go back to playtime with Marie here.” As she finished this last part, she lifted her ass off Marie’s face to gaze into her dreary eyes, once finished gazing, she laid her pussy back onto Marie’s mouth, settled her hands on Marie’s breasts and went back to rocking as she finished talking to my mother.

“And you know,” Denise continued, “when I tell the other wives who their husbands have been fucking, your little pussycat here is going to be a busy lady.”

My mother smiled at the profits that were dancing in front of her eyes. She rented Marie out for men’s pleasure, she never thought about the women, but thanks to Denise, she was now.

“I’ll tell you what Denise, if you spread this opportunity for me, to the ladies of the neighborhood only, next session I’ll only charge you half.”

“Deal!” Denise proclaimed.

Over the next 4 summer months, Marie was subjected to beating after beating from the other neighborhood wives. Seeing the effect it was having on her Seti, mom limited the ladies to one hour each, and only booked sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But her project almost came to an end when mom accidentally booked three women at the same time. Instead of sending two women home angry, she let all three of them into the room with Marie.

Marie barely survived that session. The women took turns. Two would hold Marie up while the third would pummel her stomach and breasts. They kicked her crotch until it bled, which was a first, and then proceeded to bull out her pubic hairs one by one. When her cries weren’t loud enough, they began yanking handfuls. But their time was up soon enough and mom made them leave.

“What about your Dad? What did he say about all this?” Stacy interrupted again.

“My Dad was an investment banker of the foreign trades. He was home mostly on weekends, traveling from Monday to Friday. He worked really hard, and made my family a lot of money. But after that summer, my mom called an end to the sessions, she began to realize that she had put too much on Marie. So she talked to my dad and they began working on me. I was born 11 months after that summer ended. And soon there after, mom went searching for a sire for Marie.

When I turned 4, Marie gave birth to Toy.

“Is that what she named her, or you? Karen asked.

“I picked it out. I was only four, so my favorite things were toys. It was probably the first thought that came to mind.” Debra answered.

“Is Marie still with your mom?”

“Yes, mom is 52 now, and Marie is about 47. Mom doesn’t rent her out anymore. She’s still attractive, in an amazon kind of way, but Mom just keeps her close since my Dad died.”

Karen and Stacy just stared at Debra. Not sure if this was some joke or just an unbelievable story. Stacy was first to look away, pondering the thought of having a personal slave. Having someone around to tend to your every whim. To cook, clean, perform demeaning acts, even bathe you.

Debra noticed her concentration. “It’s a neat thought, isn’t it Stacy?”

Stacy looked back with a smile, yeah it is, but I’d want a guy. I’d want him to bathe me, and ……… um……… you know, satisfy me.”

Karen countered, “Hey Stace, don’t knock a woman’s lips until you’ve had them. I know you think you only like guys, but you don’t have to like women to let one touch you. I’d take a Toy any day over some smelly guy.”

Debra smiled, “Oh Toy, would you come back in here please?”

Toy re-entered the sitting room, “Yes Ms Debra?”

Once she returned, in the black bikini thong Debra had requested, the looks Stacy and Karen gave Toy were totally different than before.

“Toy, I’d like you to show Ms. Stacy over there, just how loyal and obedient to me you are. Kneel in front of her.”

Toy did as instructed. Stacy’s eye’s bulged as the tall dark-haired beauty knelt at her feet.

“Now, spread her thighs, and rub the insides of her smooth legs.”

Without hesitation, Toy’s hands came up and attached to Stacy’s knees, she pushed them apart and began sliding her hands across the muscles in Stacy’s thighs.

Stacy began to squirm until Karen spoke.

“Just sit still and enjoy it Stace. I wish it was me.”

Debra continued, “Toy, massage her crotch.” Stacy shot a look at her host, part nervous, part shock. She’d heard the story, but had trouble visualizing. But her shock was soon calmed as Toy’s hand began massaging Stacy’s mound. Stacy’s eyes closed, her hands trembled, and her body quaked. But she didn’t fight the feelings rushing through her body.

“Pull her shorts down Toy.”

“Wait, I believe you, I do.” Stacy spoke out. “You don’t have to continue, I believe it. Toy stopped and looked to Debra.

With a sarcastic grin, Karen stood up and said, “I’m still a little unsure though, she can prove it to me,” as she began unzipping her shorts and pulling them down.

“Very well,” Debra replied, “Toy, move your body in front of Karen, and lick her pussy until she comes.”

Toy made her way to Karen who was sitting once again. She lowered her head to Karen’s crotch and began licking. Karen’s eyes went shut, and her tongue came out as Toy brought waves of pleasure to her owner’s new neighbor.

Stacy sat and watched in silence as watched her friend of 4 years, one she thought she knew, absorb and enjoy the sexual givings of this tanned beauty.

Minutes later, when Karen reached her peak, she leaned forward, took Toy’s face in her hands and kissed her gently on the lips, whispering ,”Thank you.”

“Yes ma’am.” Was Toy’s reply.

“Thank you Toy, that will be off for now.” Debra said.

“I saw it, but I still can’t believe it.” Stacy mumbled.

“I felt it, and I loved it!” Karen retorted. “Any good stories about you and Toy growing up?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, there are several good ones. You want to hear them now too?”

“Please!” Karen begged as she zipped her jean shorts back up.

END CHAPTER ONE.