KAHRIN, FAMILY OF THREE

 Fenton Maurer

KAHRIN, FAMILY OF THREE
The first place Kahrin took her new girl, Yoru, was shopping. She bought her a body tattoo depicting red whipping whelps, front and back. "No dress?" thought Yoru,  but she said nothing. Next was a collar that forced her to her knees. Yoru was shocked when, for the first time in her Second Life, she saw herself jerking clumsily behind her new Mistress, obeying the leash.

Kahrin's eyes were unforgettable. Saliently blue, staggeringly sharp, glittering with intelligence, she outlined them in inky black mascara under her Scandinavian blond hair. Frightening, wavy, blue-black streaks emanated from around her gaze. Only frightening, that is, until you grow to understand her kind character, and then you regarded her coercively evil, dark eye makeup as a conspicuous contrast to her tenderness. Her severity and dark nature were nevertheless uncompromising.

First date... ahhh! Do you remember how nice that was with your best lover? Forget it in this case. No more romantic thoughts of dinner spots, no dancing until dawn. Possibly something like a loving embrace, but not like she had imagined. Flush these expectations from your mind and prepare for a new flow of wet experience with dripping spurts of gushing, emotional attachments. How did Kahrin achieve this for her slave girl?

She kept Yoru on her knees in two separate bars, humiliated, kneeling with her head down among the standing and sitting patrons. That is at the level of everyone's crotch. Her "stripes," red, painful whelps, glistened like congealing red sweat on her formerly perfect, amber-ivory skin. They weren't long in the first bar before a tough-looking, quiet man named Griegol instant messaged Karin to negotiate the use of the slave. "Oh," said Karin in open chat, "no payment needed. You may do what you want to her, as long as I can watch."

"Curious, curious," thought Yoru, "she likes to see me sex." Her heartbeat suddenly betrayed to her how intensely exciting it was to be given to such a brute, without warning or apology. He took her leash and jerked it once to see if it was working, making Yoru dance drunkenly like a noob and causing comments and smirks from other patrons of the bar.

He turned out to be very kind to Yoru, in fact, refusing to add to the whippings or harm her in any way. But he fucked her in every position she had ever experienced, even some that were new to her. It got Karin in a state of arousal, prompting her to comment and goad him on.

In the second bar, Yoru was given to Karin's latest boyfriend, a huge man also from Northern Europe who felt it inappropriate to fuck Yoru outright in front of his new girlfriend. Karin helped him out of his embarrassment, stringing Yoru up, not quite dangling, hands and arms stretched out in two opposite directions above her, feet and legs tied open wide. The powerful man finger-fucked both of her holes which, normally hidden in the slit between her legs, were now spread pink and exposed, as she hung helpless, ball-gagged, unable to talk or resist the man's fingers, but emoting fear and pleasure and pain and climaxing again and again. She couldn't help herself.

Second date saw Yoru laying in Kahrin's arms, feeling safe and satisfied. Kahrin asked Yoru to tell her of her aspirations, and she did. Karin explained more about what she expected from the relationship and informed her of her duty to love her sister slave, Myra. Passionately love her.