A Family In Slavery (10 page)

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The next day Mistress Ellen arrived and was taken to the kitchen by Sam where she found Bertha and Monica preparing their owner’s dinner. Bertha’s eyes went wide with shock, having no idea that Mistress was coming for her today, but suddenly feeling it was time to go home. When her mistress hugged her she felt a mini orgasm ripple through her sex, so happy to be back in her embrace.

But their true reunion was for later, as Ellen joined Sam and his men in the dining room for dinner. Both Monica and Bertha served them their food, wearing nothing but stockings and heels as their outfits. After a hearty meal, Sam had Monica display her charms for Ellen, bending over the table as Ellen fingered the slave’s sex. Soon Monica found herself kneeling between the dominatrix thighs, eating her shaven sex.

After two weeks of training she easily gave the stern mistress a satisfying orgasm prompting Ellen to ask Sam, “Did Bertha help train this one? She is quite good.”

“Actually Katia trained her, but I have another that Bertha did train, I would like your opinion regarding her skills later.”

“It would be my pleasure Sam, so do we get to see little Meg deflowered tonight?” she asked, watching for the reaction on Monica’s face. Still kneeling between Ellen’s legs, Monica was shocked to hear what Ellen just said, and her expression showed her misery.

“Yes we do, Katia should have her nearly ready. Once we get Monica prepared we can start,” he replied, making the kneeling slave between Ellen’s thighs shiver with trepidation.

Her mind was racing, knowing there was no escape and if she did not perform as they expected she and her girls would suffer for it. But despite all that she had gone through, what was about to happen totally unnerved Monica. How could she be witness to, or even worse be a participant in the loss of her daughter’s virginity? What she did know was that after tonight, her old life would be permanently gone, destroyed in a spectacle of debauchery that she did not want to imagine.

Monica was ordered to stand as her wrists were bound with thin cords behind her back and a large ball-gag was wedged into her mouth. There was a small hole she could breathe through, but it effectively silenced any protests she might consider making. They marched her down to the dungeon where they came to a large room, whose occupants were all too familiar to her.

First she saw Meg, hanging cocooned in an array of ropes within a stout wooden frame. Currently lapping at Meg’s cunt was Katia, eagerly enjoying the reunion with her pet slave. And kneeling on the floor beside Katia was Maria, decked out in her doggy attire, wagging her tail. At first Monica did not recognize her oldest daughter, but when she did a groan of utter defeat escaped her gagged mouth.

Maria turned and upon seeing her mother she started growling like a dog ready to do battle. Not quite as bright as her younger sister, she completely blamed her mother for the loss of her freedom. In her brainwashed mind, seeing Monica as the author of her slavery made it easier for the dog-girl to serve her masters with abandon. They were what they were, but her mother had forced all three of them into this lifestyle. Regardless of how well Maria adjusted to life as a slave, she still remembered her old freedom.

Meg and Katia just looked over toward Monica and smiled, then they giggled like little girls who knew something they shouldn’t. Katia went back to licking Meg’s snatch while the suspended girl just smiled at her mother. It was disconcerting to Monica to look her girls in their eyes for the first time in weeks, and have neither show her any signs of their love, in fact she felt quite the opposite. What had become of them she wondered, and what was about to become of them?

Sam guided Monica over to a narrow gurney and made her lie on her back, her arms trapped beneath her body. He strapped the stunned woman down from neck to waist, making sure she was cinched tight to the wheeled bed. Then he pulled her legs over each side, locking her ankles together beneath the gurney. The last strap was put across her forehead, locking her head tight and forcing her to stare at the ceiling. The tight bondage actually comforted the stunned woman, no longer wanting any control over her life.

Then he wheeled her over until her face was mere inches below Meg’s exposed pussy, with Katia shuffled away as she was rolled into position. She looked up at her bound and suspended daughter, the tight ropes imbedded in her flesh. From wrist to elbow her arms were mated behind her, with more ropes wrapped around her upper arms and chest, constricting and bloating her breasts. Her legs were bent back together and similarly roped from ankles to knees, but with lengths of rope running up from her knees to the ends of stout bar above her head. This kept her legs pulled wide apart; her virginal pussy stretched wide open just above Monica’s face. Meg was held up by her knees and ropes rising from behind her, all tied to the bar above her. A cable running up to a winch in turn attached the bar high above Meg.

Monica’s body was positioned behind Meg, just her head parked underneath her daughter’s exposed sex. And from where she was located her view was going to be up close and very personal, only adding to the angst she felt. But then, to make matters worse, she heard Katia help Maria to crawl up on the table between her own spread legs. She could feel Maria’s leather paws on her thighs and her hot breath against her exposed vulva, the humiliation almost too much to bear.

Then Monica heard Sam say, “You may lick your dame’s cunt, and if she does not come, neither will you…for a week.”

This was inhuman she thought, not quite realizing that was the point Sam was making. What was once her family was no more, the three women were all just pawns in the game Sam played with them. It had all led up to this moment, when the three would face the ultimate taboos and be forced to ignore them in the pursuit of kinky and forbidden pleasures. Maria’s agile tongue caressing Monica’s clit was sending the woman to a place she could not resist. Her body responded as usual, getting aroused from the attention, while her mind was aghast at the cruelty she faced.

As Monica stared up through tear-streaked eyes, she saw Sam standing over her and facing Meg. He was naked now, his cock standing at attention just a few inches from her face and Meg’s virgin sex. She wanted to beg him to stop this, but the gag and the fact that what she wanted never mattered to Sam made that impossible.

She watched mutely as he said to Meg, “You want this cock, don’t you slave?”

“Yesss, master,” she purred, the lust thick in her voice.

“Well I have a surprise for you, since both your holes have yet to be used,” he said, now prodding her tight sphincter with a greased finger, “we are going to open both at the same time.”

Meg and Monica both watched in shocked surprise as Katia now screwed a long thin dildo into the small opening in Monica’s gag. Once it was tightly locked in the hole the long pseudo-cock was pointing up at Meg’s ass, ready for her mother to take her anal cherry. Meg was nervous, never expecting to have both her openings taken at the same time, but poor Monica was devastated. To witness her daughter’s defilement was one thing, but to be an unwilling participant was worse.

Sam looked down and into Monica’s eyes, then said, “And you thought it couldn’t get any worse, don’t worry this will be tame compared to what will follow tonight’s initiation.” He grabbed the dildo mounted to Monica’s gag and pointed it at Meg’s ass, then said, “Lower her Katia.”

Using a control box, Katia depressed a button and Meg sank a couple of inches, the greased rod entering her bumhole, making the girl moan as her sphincter spread to accommodate the intruder. Now that her ass was ready, he guided his cock to the opening of Meg’s sex, feeling her hymen rub up against his cock.

He then said, “Beg for it Meg, tell us all how much you want this to happen.”

Meg was scared, but excited at the same time, and she replied, “Please master, I want to feel your cock inside me! Take me now and make me your sex slave!”

Steadying her hips, so that both rods were properly aimed, Sam looked at Katia and nodded. She depressed and held the button, watching as Meg slowly descended onto both intruders, only stopping when her hips met Sam’s. She groaned as she felt her cherry tear away, her juices mingling with her virginal blood and Sam’s cock filling her sex. There was pain in her pussy, but nothing compared to some of the punishments she had endured. It was her ass that suffered the worse fate, as the hard dildo burrowed deep into her rectum.

“Tell me what you feel slave, “asked Sam, now staring directly into Meg’s wide eyes.

“It hurtssss masssster, but it feeeels good too,” replied Meg, her voice cracking as she spoke.

“Good girl,” he said, “embrace the pain,” as he began to pump his cock in and out of her newly liberated cunt.

“Yessss massster,” she cooed, as she felt his member sliding in and out of her pussy. The feeling in her ass was the hardest for Meg to endure, even though her mother was motionless, the dildo just frozen in place inside her rump. Never in Meg’s wildest imaginings could she have envisioned this scene, but now that she was in the middle of it she was enthralled by the depravity of it.

Below her daughter’s ass Monica was a captive witness to her youngest girl’s deflowering, even as her oldest worked her mouth against her sex. As she watched Sam begin to ream Meg’s cunt, Maria’s tongue took control, sending her into an orgasm she did not want. But she could not stop it and soon she was moaning beneath Sam and Meg as they fucked each other inches from her face.

But Sam was not done humiliating Monica, lifting Meg off his cock and lowering her cunt onto Monica’s face for a minute. Then he easily lifted the bound girl and entered her again. This left Monica’s nose and forehead coated in Meg’s bloody secretions, the smells assailing Monica’s nostrils. Unable to resist or protest, the trembling mother witnessed Meg take her first cock and scream in blissful release when she too had an orgasm.

Mistress Ellen had been watching from beside Sam, thoroughly aroused by the show being presented. She grabbed Bertha, who was kneeling beside her, found a chair and had her slave worship her hungry sex. Bertha was gleeful to finally taste her mistress’s cunt again, licking and sucking her owner to a rapid climax.

Finally Sam erupted, filling Meg’s quim with his seed. Monica could see his balls contracting and his cock pulsing as it filled her daughter’s sex, even as her own body strained against the bonds with Maria’s persistent tonguing of her pulsing sex. Unable to resist the powerful feelings that infused her bound body, the despairing woman just accepted her defeat, any links to her old life destroyed in the unabashed depravity of the scene.

Her final humiliation came once Katia hoisted Meg back up, freeing her ass and her pussy from the phalli that had taken her last vestiges of innocence. Sam removed the strap holding her head and the gag, before lowering Meg’s now sloppy cunt onto her mouth. Monica watched in horror as Sam smiled while Meg’s cunt covered her mouth.

“Suck it clean slave, “he taunted her, as she moaned from between Meg’s thighs, but she did as she was ordered, fearful of even more debilitating reprisals.

Later that night Monica was stuffed into a small cage in Sam’s room, forced to watch him use both her children in a variety of perverse ways. He made it worse by having each of them taunt and tease her in between their romps with him. Trapped in her tiny prison, the humiliated woman watched as her girls showed her how much they had changed. Both had become voracious nymphos, delighting in Sam’s harsh treatment.

Chapter 14: Their New Life

In the months that followed the lives of Sam’s newest slaves became intertwined. Meg and Maria, thoroughly intoxicated by their newfound sexuality and his manipulation of their feelings for Monica, were easily guided down the path he created. But Monica showed signs after that night that she was still reluctant to embrace her new role. For the first few days she performed as expected, but Sam could see it still troubled her to live this way. Her life as a mother had to be forcefully stripped away.

So one morning, after she had finished her cooking and cleaning duties, she found herself kneeling at his feet in his study. She was nervous and anxious, wondering what she had done wrong. She had the clear feeling that Sam was displeased, and if she had learned one thing during her training, he was not someone you wanted to disappoint.

“You have yet to accept your new lot in life Monica, unlike your beautiful daughters,” he said, a statement and not a question, so she remained silent. He continued, “I wanted you to accept your fate willingly, but it does not seem you can. Do you think you can?” he asked finally.

She honestly answered, “I do not know master,” knowing full well that it could earn her a painful reprimand. But the pain in her mind persisted and she wanted it to be gone, by whatever means necessary.

Seeing the conflict in her eyes, he replied, “As I suspected. In that case I will have to do something I wanted to avoid. Come with me.”

He stood up and extended his hand, allowing her to stand and walk with him. He took her back to the bowels of his dungeon to a room containing a strange chair, looking much like a metal recliner. He had her sit on it as he used a series of leather straps to fix her in place. It conformed to her body, despite the hard metal it was made of and as the straps were fastened to her arms and legs, she was soon mated to it.

He used more straps to hold her body and her head in place and then he connected electrodes to her sex and breasts. A special gag was fitted in her mouth with a tube nearly reaching into her throat. He removed a small section of the chair, just under her rump, exposing her sex beneath the seat. An inflatable bladder was snaked up her arse and pumped up to wedge it in place. The catheter Sam installed into her peehole was the most painful part of the procedure, and when she heard her piss dripping into a bottle she realized how much control she had lost. Finally a dildo was inserted in her cunt and attached to a machine below the chair.

As she was trying to determine the extent and purpose of this latest foray into deviant bondage, she saw him wheel a large screen TV in front of her. She somehow knew she would be forced to watch things that would torture her, but considering her life as it was now, she did not feel things could really get any worse. Once the TV was in place, he positioned four narrow metal tubes just above her nose, nipples, and clitoris, all attached to a metal container mounted above her.

Then he came over to look into her eyes, and standing above her head, he said, “This chair was designed to brainwash someone and unfortunately my dear slave, it is what you need. Just relax and soon all your worries and concerns will melt away.”

He left her alone, turning out the lights and plunging her into complete darkness. After a short time she felt the first drops strike her, ice-cold droplets of water slowly dripping onto her nose, nipples and pussy. Then the dildo started to move, creeping in and out of her sex and vibrating as it traveled inside her. When the TV came on, bathing her in the soft glow of light, she began to watch a series of scenes involving Meg, Maria, and herself, sometimes together and other times separately.

Her first orgasm hit as she watched Meg kneeling between Katia’s wide spread legs, eating her shaven and ringed pussy. It did not make her feel any better, but as time slowly passed and the assault on her body continued unabated what she watched became far less disturbing. The dripping water soon felt like a battering ram as it constantly impacted her now cold flesh, and when she received her first automated enema, she tried to resist. But her bowels were filled and flushed with her unable to stop it.

Drip, drip, drip, the water beat it’s way into her brain as time passed. Her only respite was when Katia or Sam came to feed her, forcing a bland slop into the tube attached to her gag. She swallowed by necessity as the slimy mush was forced down her throat. And through it all, the dildo churned, the water dripped, and the images assaulted her eyes. If she dozed off before they wanted her to, the electrodes would be activated to shock her back to consciousness.

She spent days in the chair, but for all she could discern it felt like a lifetime. Slowly but surely her anxieties faded and she was starting to feel different. Somehow the dripping water and constant stimulation was eroding her resistance. Eventually she found that watching the girls on the screen became intoxicating, making her climaxes even more powerful and she began to wonder what had bothered her to begin with.

As Monica was manipulated below the house, her girls continued in their training. Every day they would be joined together in some form of sexually deviant display, learning to enjoy each other in ways most sisters would never contemplate. And the men were never far away, utilizing the two slaves as sex toys they all could enjoy.

Meg and Maria were also introduced to Raul’s massive cock, at first shocked, but soon craving the way his member could ravage their bodies. Katia also played a huge role in their lives, enjoying the fact that master gave her dominion over the sisters, using them whenever the men allowed.

Sam brought in his doctor, who fitted both sisters with IUDs to make sure no unwanted pregnancies got in the way of their fun. He also installed rings in their labia and in their nipples, adding matching rings to Katia’s nubs while he was there. All three slaves paid for the procedure by submitting to the Doctors’ kinky tastes, and servicing him for one prolonged night.

When Monica was released from her chair, now a completely changed woman, the doctor performed a special procedure on her. She too was ringed, but instead of having a birth control device installed in her uterus, he simply removed it. When she was healed from the radical procedure, she was no longer able to get pregnant and her pussy was now deep enough to accommodate Raul’s full cock. With her womb gone, he could fit his entire member inside her pussy, something he had never had the chance to experience.

For his many years of loyal service Raul was given Monica as his main slave, the perversely modified woman now enjoying her new life much like her daughters did. As time passed, Sam began leaving his slaves in the care of his servants as he returned to the real world and his work. He returned often and was never disappointed with his family of slaves, but it was not the end of his plans.

One day, six months after he had abducted the Freeman women, they were all out in back of the house. Katia was walking Maria around the yard, allowing her to mark her territory with her pee. Meg was on the patio, sucking Juan’s cock, while Manuel fucked her ass. And Monica was strung up between two columns as Raul pounded into her expanded pussy, her grunts of pleasure wafting in the warm air.

The phone rang and Raul stopped fucking Monica, much to her disappointment, and answered it, “Hello?”

After a few moments, he hung up and called out to Katia, “Bring the bitch here their master just called.”

By the time Katia came up to the house with Maria leashed behind her, Juan and Manuel had finished with Meg and all of them gathered round to hear their master’s news.

“Master informs me that he will arrive tomorrow with two guests, twin sisters. Bitch and her mother will be sequestered in the dungeon, while Katia and Meg will assume the roles of maids. Let’s get to work, we have company coming.”

The next day Sam arrived with the twins, one of them was his new assistant and the other was brought along for the free vacation. They were raven-haired beauties and very young, barely out of their teens. They had an idyllic week relaxing in Sam’s palatial estate, enjoying their last days of freedom.

Meg and Katia were fixing a special dinner a week into their stay, tonight being the night they would join Sam’s growing harem of slaves. Ashley, Sam’s assistant padded into the kitchen fresh from the beach, stopping to enjoy the aroma of the food cooking.

She walked up to Meg and said, “This place is amazing I wish I could live her forever!”

Knowingly Meg replied, “Yes ma’am,” as she thought that she should careful what she wished for.