A Taste of Slavery Ch. 13

"Yes, Master, it was new. I never heard them talk about it."

"You've engaged in some same gender sex yourself, so I guess what your mother did wouldn't be that shocking, but when you picture your father sucking on a big cock or getting ass fucked, how does it make you feel?"

"I'm not sure, Master."

"You've been fucked in the ass? Do you think your father cums when he's fucked in the ass?"

"It would be surprising to me that he'd continue unless he received pleasure from it, sir."

"It would, wouldn't it. Would you like to capture his cum in your mouth when he releases as he's fucked in the ass?"

"I would prefer not," Lisa moaned, squirming as Julia brought her closer to another climax. "Please, Master, may I cum?"

"Not yet. I'd like to ask you a few more questions first. You say you'd prefer not. Does that mean you'd do it if asked by your Master?"

"I don't know, sir. I've never thought of it."

"You've never thought of sucking the cock that brought you into this world?"

"Maybe, sir, when I was younger and before I started dating. I'd hear my parents having sex and wonder what it would be like."

"So, you have imagined sex with your father. Would you like to capture his cum in your cunt as he orgasms from being fucked in the ass?"

"I don't know, sir. Please, Master, it would be wrong."

"Please you want him to cum in your slutty cunt or please don't let him use you?"

Lisa was squirming uncontrollably now, about to cum whether she had permission or not. "Please, sir, let me cum."

"I want you to hold it as long as you can, slave, though you won't be punished if you do unless I feel you're not fighting hard enough. Answer the question. Please what?"

"Please don't let him use me," she begged, thrashing under Julia's tongue.

"But if I told you you must; you have to fuck him, what would you do?"

"I'd fuck him, Master. Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She shrieked.

I told Julia to get out of the way and I plunged, hard and fast, into Lisa's cunt. She continued to convulse for several minutes after I did as I pounded her through her orgasm. She couldn't stop moaning and wailing as she had the most violent climax I'd ever witnessed in her. I pulled out long enough to release her, pull her to the edge of the bed, then thrust back in, burying my prick in her pussy. I felt the occasional contraction long afterward as I continued to plum her depths. Since my slave was otherwise unoccupied, I told her to ride Lisa's face. I licked and sucked her sensitive nipples while she was licked to frothy distraction by Lisa. Julia begged to cum three times while I continued fucking Lisa. Lisa orgasmed twice more, slapping my leg twice to cum each time as Julia's cunt was occupying her mouth. I finally unloaded for the third time tonight. Nothing like naked slaves to bring out the best in a man.

I pulled out and had Julia clean me off. I climbed into bed with them.

"Both of you orgasmed hard when speaking about servicing your parents and I'm curious," I said. "Why?"

"It's hard to explain, Master," Julia said. "I know it's wrong and I have no desire to have sex with them, but the thought of it is so twisted, so deviant, I couldn't help feeling aroused when you said something. I would never choose to do so myself, but if I'm a slave, what choice do I have? My only choice is not to be a slave. As a slave, I must service any who my Master tells me to."

"What about you Lisa?" I asked. "I talked about fucking your father and you exploded. What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Master," Lisa said, "My Father was the first person I ever imagined myself with. Before any other boys, there was my Father. I knew what he and Mother did. I caught them doing it. I saw him fucking her. I heard her cries of ecstasy when she climaxed and I wondered what it would be like if he fucked me. I first masturbated to thoughts of my father fucking me. That memory still lives in me. Despite knowing it's wrong and sick, I can't help remembering those long ago thoughts and how they made me feel then. You've exposed the full range of my sexuality to me. All that was hidden is now revealed. I would choose not to act on these long ago memories, but they still affect me."

"A very cognizant and self-aware explanation slave. I appreciate your honesty."

"Would you make your two slaves serve their parents, Master?" Julia asked.

"You can always say 'Omega', slave. You're not locked into your path. I gave you an out."

"What if I can't take my out, Master? You've fulfilled a very compelling fantasy and I've found I don't want to end it. I want to live it to the finale."

"It's only supposed to be for three weeks, slave. We're talking about cutting four days off your slavery. All things must end eventually, even this."

Julia laid her head on my chest. Lisa laid hers on the other side.

"Despite my slavery," Julia whispered, "I've been freed from the cage I lived in. It will be very difficult climbing into the cage again."

I kissed the tops of their heads. "You know what I'd like, slaves?"

"No, Master. What do you desire?" Lisa asked.

"I want to watch you kiss and make out. I want you to masturbate each other to orgasms, no permission required. I want you to be young lovers just discovering each others bodies for the first time."

Lisa looked Julia and she stretched her neck over my chest and with parted lips, they kissed. They just kissed for several minutes, leaning over me and giving me front row seats. Eventually, Julia crawled over my body and entered a full embrace with Lisa. They began stroking the breasts of the other as they kissed. Their mouths drifted down necks and over chests and fastened over fat nipples. Their hands slid over tight stomachs and between parted legs, seeking slickened folds and satiny sheathes. They began panting harder and rubbing more fiercely, stroking each other to a liquid lather. My slave cried out first, gasping her pleasure as Lisa's fingers delved into her moist cavern, Lisa following seconds later. They couldn't stop raining kisses down upon one another, and they quickly reached an additional orgasm. Watching them had stirred me and I bent Julia over the bed and slammed into her creamy cunt, making her lick Lisa again as I fucked her. They both spasmed again, writhing in their pleasure.

I'd cum three times tonight and wouldn't be cumming anytime soon. Julia took it, took me, letting me batter her pussy over and over, slamming into her wetness, hearing her cry out as she climaxed. At some point, Lisa pulled back, no longer to take more of Julia's tongue on her clit. She held her hand over herself whimpering as if she was in pain, but the expression on her face was not one of pain, but too much pleasure. I finally felt my orgasm approaching, but rather than send it into Julia's cunt, I asked Lisa to accept it in her mouth. She put her head on Julia's ass and opened her mouth, waiting for me to finish. When I felt the sap rising from my balls, I pulled out and shoved it deep in her throat and released. I did not have much to give her; drained too many times tonight.

That ended me for the night. I was exhausted after a heavy work week and keeping my two slaves satisfied. I sent us all to the showers to clean the cum off and we went to bed, once again surrounded by two lovely naked slaves.

"What are your plans for your two slaves tomorrow, Master?" Julia asked.

"Something entertaining," I said. "You'll find out tomorrow."

******

When Gwen had talked about her life, she'd spoken of hiking on a trail with her husband and being caught out while having sex with her husband. We had some very nice trails nearby which would provide some good exercise, plus another opportunity to play. My slaves received some reasonable attire in the morning by sucking my cock, light blouses and short skirts, but they wouldn't be wearing those for long. I packed a lunch in a knapsack and we put on socks and hiking shoes, then headed for a part of the Pacific Crest Trail which was used somewhat infrequently, but still had a number of people you might expect to meet.

After hiking up the trail about two miles, we'd left the majority of the crowds behind and the only ones likely to still be walking were dedicated hikers. We stopped for a quick water break before I gave them the news.

"I'll be taking your clothes now, slaves. Go ahead and strip off except for the shoes."

"Master?" Both said.

"Chop, chop. Don't be disobedient. I brought the whip along."

Reluctantly, they removed their blouses and skirts, leaving two very naked slave girls standing in the middle of the trail. I packed their clothing in with the food. It was warm, they certainly weren't going to freeze to death, though they might be dying of embarrassment at some point.

"Go on now; up the trail. There's a lovely little spring I know of for a picnic. There's cool water and shade where we can eat and drink some wine. We can cool off from our hike. Lot's of people stop there. You'll see. Oh, and don't try to hide anything if we meet someone. Be proud of your beautiful bodies."

"Yes, Master."

The fact that other people stopped there didn't make them feel much better. They continued on. I walked behind them so I could enjoy the view of their bare bottoms swinging up in front of me. A very invigorating sight that kept me motivated to follow. It wasn't 500 yards and we ran into our first group of hikers, two young men ambling down the trail. It took them a moment or two to realize the two women approaching them didn't have a stitch of clothes, at which point they stopped dead with their mouths agape and watched us approach. My two slaves decided the best approach to take was to march right on past without a word as if they were wearing the emperors new clothes.

The guys turned to me and one said, "Is this a nudist trail?"

"It is today," I said. "Beautiful day for it, isn't it."

They watched us until we were out of sight and I believe there was some debate going on as to whether they should continue on in the direction they were heading, or follow us back the way they just came. Eventually they decided to keep going. Another half mile found a man and a woman going opposite us.

They too, watched my slaves pass by, not knowing what to say to them, but because I had on a tee and shorts, they said, "I didn't know they allowed nudist hiking on this trail?"

"I don't know that they do," I replied. "Amazing the stuff you see sometimes, isn't it?" They watched us as we marched off until we were out of sight.

Another mile up the path, about five miles total, there was a good place for resting, with several butt sized boulders and a downed tree trunk to sit on. I told them we should take a brief rest break and drink more water. There was another woman on the trail with the same idea. She was young, maybe mid-twenties, stocky in an athletic sort of way, and carrying a fairly large backpack of her own. Since she was stopped, I didn't know if she was heading our direction or back down the trail. We stopped, nodded politely, and sat down. I handed my two slaves another bottle of water to share.

After about three minutes of watching us, she came up to me and asked, "What's the deal here?"

"What are you referring to?" I answered.

"You and the two bare chicks you're hiking with. What's that deal?"

"We're coming up here to the little spring to have a picnic, maybe go swimming, cool off. Then after a couple hours, we'll head back down and go home."

"That really doesn't explain the naked part," she said.

"No, it doesn't, does it."

I was willing to leave it at that, but Julia said, "We're sex slaves and our Master likes us to be naked."

The girl took two steps back and looked like she was thinking of pulling the big knife from the sheath at her waist. Her hand was very close to the hilt.

"It's not like that," Julia explained hastily. She pointed to me and said, "I'm married to him, and he's graciously granted me, on a temporary basis, the fantasy I've had of serving as a sex slave. A week ago, my friend and neighbor saw how much I was enjoying myself and asked to join me. He likes his slaves naked, so a couple miles up the trail, he took our clothes."

"You had a fantasy of being a sex slave?" She kept glancing at me as if I might jump up and grab her too.

"For several years," Julia admitted.

"Why?"

"It's silly, I know, but I read a lot of romance novels which depicted women placed into sex slavery or serving multiple men. They intrigued me. Of course, it's just fiction, but it sounded so exciting to me. My husband, my Master, saw what I was reading and asked me if I'd like to try it for real. We're trying it out for three weeks and I'm two weeks into it."

"And you like it?" She asked.

"Very much. I love it."

She turned to Lisa, who'd been quiet thus far and asked. "And you wanted to do this too?" Convinced she was dealing with escapees from the loony bin.

"Yes. My friend was having some fantastic sex and I haven't really had much sex at all for maybe two years. I was feeling pretty desperate for some of what she was getting and asked if I could join."

"So what kind of sex are we talking about here? What makes it so special?"

"Pretty much any sex Master wants," Lisa replied. "Anal, oral, vaginal; and it's hard to describe why it's so special. I mean I'd done all those things before and it was sex, right. I mean all sex is good and the stuff I had before was fine, but we're talking mind-bending sex now. Last night, I must have climaxed ten, twelve times. It's like that every time."

"A dozen times?" She said sarcastically. She looked at me, wondering if I had them under some kind of spell or they were demented, or what I possibly had which could make anyone orgasm a dozen times.

"Don't look at me like I've got magical powers," I said. "They were responsible for half of them themselves where I was merely a not so innocent bystander."

"You had a dozen orgasms last night too?" She asked Julia.

"At least," Julia replied. "I even had one when my fellow slave was spanking my ass with a paddle. Being a sex slave has freed my libido in ways I can't even begin to describe."

"And you let your two slaves have sex with each other?" She asked.

"Sex slaves have needs," I answered, "and it would be tough for me to provide fully for two needy slaves. Theoretically, they can have sex with each other all the time, but since I have to approve their orgasms, they don't do it much when I'm not around."

"And you don't care if your wife has sex with a woman?"

"I prefer her having sex with a woman as opposed to another man, and I get to have sex with the woman too, so it's not like she gets to have all the fun."

"So all three of you are sleeping together?"

"Every night," I smiled. "We need to get going slaves. Let's get a move on." We all stood up.

"Do you mind if I come along with you?" She asked.

"Why?" I inquired.

"I'm curious and I want to ask more questions. Plus you look like you intend on having more fun than I was planning to."

"Which way were you headed?" I asked.

"The opposite direction actually, but I passed the place you were talking about a couple miles back and I don't mind back tracking that distance to learn more."

"I don't have an objection," I said.

"What about them?" She asked.

"They don't get an opinion. They're my slaves."

"I don't have to hike naked like they do, do I?"

"Not unless you want to. You're not my slave."

"I'm Sarah, Sarah Shepard, by the way." She stuck out her hand. I shook it. We started walking.

"I'm Scott Rivers, the taller slave is Julia and the other one is Lisa, last name McManus."

"So Julia is your wife?"

"For over ten years. How heavy is you pack?" I asked.

"I started with over sixty. I've probably eaten my way down to just over fifty."

"I'm carrying around twenty, twenty-five. Would you like to switch for awhile? It will make it easier for you to keep up with us."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No. I wouldn't offer if I minded."

"Thanks."

We stopped long enough to switch packs, and we had to adjust the straps of our respective packs. She took out what looked like a bankroll from hers before giving it to me. I didn't mind her level of distrust. We'd just met, I was probably somewhat of a perv in her mind and a certain amount of caution and wariness was probably called for if you were walking the trail. My slaves had gotten a little distance ahead of us while we switched packs, as they didn't notice us stopping, but eventually saw we stopped and paused. While Sarah was adjusting the straps on my pack, I noticed a couple more fellows coming down the trail and they stopped and talked to my two naked slaves for a couple minutes, then started down the trail.

When they reached me, the larger of the two stopped and said, "The two naked ladies up ahead told us they might be able to have sex with us, but it was up to you. Do you care if they have sex with us?"

I looked them over. One was about six foot, and solidly built, looking like he was or had been into some kind of team sports, like rugby or football. The other one looked three inches shorter, more wiry and I wouldn't be surprised if he was a runner. They both looked to be in their early twenties, still in college or similar, and rather pleasant and earnest. At least they'd asked instead of trying to take. I was willing to give them the opportunity of having sex with two needy sex slaves who still hadn't cum today.

"Here's the deal," I said. "We can't dally too long, so fifteen minutes or one orgasm apiece, whichever comes last. You remain in sight of me the whole time, and if you do anything to harm either one of them, your life won't be worth living. I hope I've made that plain enough."

"Yes, sir. Plenty plain and plenty fair. This isn't costing us anything is it?"

"No. They're not prostitutes, and they probably need to climax today anyway. Remain on the trail until Sarah and I get there, then you can go off the trail a couple dozen feet and have sex, but remain in my sight at all times."

"If it's at least fifteen minutes, would you have objections if we switched back and forth?"

"No objections."

They practically skipped back up the trail and I heard them saying 'let's fuck one in the mouth and the other one in the cunt, and switch. Then we can have both.' I grinned.

Sarah said, "You're really going to let them fuck your wife?" We were walking in their wake. They were going twice as fast as we were.

"They're needy sex slaves and haven't been fucked this morning. This is what my wife fantasized about, being forced to have sex with others. I don't want to deny her the fantasy."

"You guys are fucking weird," Sarah said.

"Others have said that," I replied, "but if we're going to experiment, we might as well do it right."

They'd reached my slaves and stood waiting for us to arrive. When we reached them I told my slaves they could cum without permission, removed a blanket from my pack, now on Sarah's back, and handed them to the larger guy and said they'd probably be more comfortable on it. He took the blanket and they went about fifty feet off the path and spread the blanket. The men both shed their shorts and they were already hard. Lisa knelt on the ground and took the larger guy in her mouth, the wiry fellow made Julia get on her hands and knees and plunged into her cunt. I knew he was finding her wet and ready to fuck. My slaves were always ready. I started a fifteen minute timer.

Sarah waited with me, watching with interest as my two slaves did their best to satisfy the two randy young men. We were far enough away it wasn't easy to tell when they both climaxed, but I thought they'd both cum within five minutes. They switched slaves anyway and they were close enough we could hear the sounds of a slave climaxing, Julia because she was the one getting fucked. After a few minutes, the smaller guy left Lisa's mouth and went into Julia's, double teaming her. She climaxed again. I thought Lisa might need some attention later because she was all alone for the moment and hadn't cum yet, but they switched up again, both of them double teaming Lisa while Julia watched with envy on her face. Lisa climaxed finally.