A Taste of Slavery Ch. 35

This is a continuation of Weekend at Brianna's, (don't you love the allusion to Weekend at Bernie's) and the conclusion of Scott's sale of his slaves. This chapter contains lesbian sex, public sex, oral sex, and regular sexual intercourse. No STD's exist in this fantasy world.

Ch 35 - Weekend at Brianna's, Pt 2

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SCOTT

What the fuck had just happened! What had I just done? I trusted that asshole, Sam. Everything was going so well and bang; somehow Sam ends up with both of my slaves for the night. Maybe I should have been more suspicious when Brianna clarified I was selling my slaves no matter who purchased them. Worse yet. I was supposed to spend the night in his house. I'd be just down the hall from where he'd be fucking my slaves, listening to it all.

And they'd be ready. Both had climaxed several times while displayed for sale. Julia climaxed again as Riyuki removed her Shibari bonds. She knelt at my feet.

"I'm sorry, Master," she said.

I patted her head. "I know, slave."

Fuck! What had I done? I hadn't even discussed what my plans were. All my slaves knew was I sold them to another man for the night.

Chen clapped me on the back. "Sorry, Scott." He threw my own words back at me. "A Master gets to decide who and if his slave fucks." He squeezed my shoulder. "Unless he sells her."

Julia stood up and went to Sam, standing with his two slaves. He already had an erection like a tent pole. It would soon be plunging into my two slave's cunts. He already had two of the most beautiful women on the planet. Why did he need mine too? He put his hand possessively over Julia's ass and kissed her, then put his arm around her and they all started moving to his house.

For a moment, I was seized by the impulse to attack Sam and strangle the impertinent bastard, then realized the two women with him were the same ones who'd trained Lucia. I'd probably take a thrashing and he'd still end up fucking my slaves. I was the prick who sold them. He was only the prick who bought them. I said I'd live with the results of the slave sale, and now, I wanted to change my fucking mind.

Dawn grabbed my hand. "Let's go sir. Time's a wasting. I want to feel your big cock inside me again."

She started to drag me in the same direction as Sam had gone. There was a rock in the pit of my stomach. I felt sick, like I was going to throw up. I swear, it was worse than knowing they'd been raped, because I was responsible for it.

"Do you have anyplace else we can go?" I asked.

"We can go to my room, sir. It won't be as nice as yours, but all we're going to do is fuck."

I let her lead me away. We went to Dawn's room, rather small with a double bed in it. I was already naked, having spent most of the day that way. She tried for several minutes to arouse me, get me hard, but nothing was working. All I could see in my head were my slaves on Sam's new bed, legs bent double, up to their heads, his cock sluicing through their wet cunts, his slaves being licked by their facile tongues.

Finally, I stopped her. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'm going to be much good for you tonight. Have you got anywhere else you can go?"

"I can go to Lucia's room, sir, but I'm happy to stay with you, even if we don't fuck."

"I just want to be alone."

"I understand, Master Scott. I'll leave you be."

Master Scott. Not anymore. I was slaveless, at least for the night. Just plain, old, stupid, asshole Scott.

"Thank you, Dawn. I appreciate it."

She left and I was alone in her bed. I could smell her on the sheets. The scent of aroused slave with after notes of something floral she used to wash with or perfume. I was quite familiar with the underlying scent.

The slave sale had aroused more than just my slaves. I could hear the sounds of low female moans all around me. I tried burying my head in the pillow, increasing the smell of needy slave and floral shampoo. I cried, sobbing softly, unable to erase the images in my brain. I'd prepared myself before Julia's slavery started, and at least I'd been in control. I wasn't prepared for this. I'd lost all control.

I fell into a fitful sleep eventually, when the sounds died down in the depths of the night, the impassioned noises becoming less frequent.

******

I woke up the following morning with Julia sucking my cock and Lisa shaking my shoulder, talking.

"Wake up, Master. Pussy's fine for an appetizer, but we need prick too."

Julia lifted off my quickly rising cock with a devilish gleam in her eye. "We need a good fucking, Master." Her head quickly dropping down to resume what she started. I felt myself swelling rapidly.

"Haven't you had enough fucking?" I asked, still unable to erase the sight of Sam's prick driving into my slaves.

"Cunt isn't real fucking, Master," Lisa said. Julia nodding with my cock in her mouth. "Cock is real fucking. I spent the night with Lucia, though Dawn was with us too. I like her. She really is sweet. Dawn, that is. You know how Lucia is. Of course, you know how Dawn is too, don't you Master?"

"I thought you spent the night with Sam?" I said, bewildered.

Julia stopped sucking me again. She didn't need to anymore. I was hard anyway. She mounted my cock, sliding over me smooth as silk.

"Aahhh," Julia sighed, squeezing her Kegel's. "Nothing like a big cock in the morning. You were supposed to think that, Master. You got played."

"Where did you spend the night?" I groaned as she rode me, hard.

"With Brianna, Zoe and Monique; as I was supposed to. They weren't lying about Monique. That girl could make almost anyone a lesbian."

"Except us, Master," Lisa said as she straddled my face, my favorite fragrance in the whole world descending with her, a wet, juicy cunt.

I tried to say something, but couldn't, her soft, damp folds, filling my mouth.

"Less talking, more licking, sir," Lisa said, settling in. "Julia, you need to switch with me after your first orgasm."

"Of course. Anything for you, my sister slave," Julia moaned, setting a fast pace. "You were a very naughty boy, Master. Selling your slaves without discussing it with them first. I thought you were crazy, though I liked the trick you pulled with Chen. Julia is wearing his collar this morning, so that worked out just dandy. But you weren't supposed to share us with men anymore, without considering it for a week after you discussed it with us."

I tried mumbling through a mouthful of fragrant cunt again.

"More licking, Master," Lisa said, pinching one of my nipples.

"I heard your whispered discussion with Chen, sir, as Sam was buying Lisa. You're a devious shit. I'll give you that, but you still broke the rules. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming." Her pussy compressing delightfully over my prick as she spasmed.

She rode her spasms through the end, never stopping her ride.

"Time to switch, Lisa."

Suddenly my face was swamped with a new cunt, with Lisa riding my staff. I busied myself with Julia's liquid folds.

"I appreciate how aroused you made us, Master," Julia said, "but it was almost wasted with the wrong man, and it was wasted with the wrong women. I should only be that aroused when I'm about to fuck you, not any other Tom, Dick, or Harry."

"Or Tammy, Donna or Harriet, either, sir," Lisa added, riding me faster, her breathing rushed, her tits flushed.

She climaxed, moaning delightfully as she did, once again bathing my cock in cum. When her palpitations eased, she said, "Switch," and they swapped places again.

As soon as Julia was mounted and moving, she continued. "Sam thought you were making a big mistake selling your slaves in open market, Master. He said, and I quote, 'Never risk your precious slaves where you don't have absolute control over the outcome,' end quote."

"What if Sam had just argued with his slaves or found out Marcia was cheating on him and wanted to get back at them," Lisa said.

"Or what if Chen was angry you'd purchased Janet and wanted to get revenge on you, sir," Julia said. "I was angry as hell at you when you bought her in front of him. I thought all my good work was wasted until I figured out what you'd done. Still I'm pissed you didn't discuss it with me first. I was her Mistress. Despite the fact you're my Master, you should have discussed it with me. If it weren't for the fact Zoe whispered to me before Sam 'acquired me', that a fix was in and to play along with whatever happened, I would have been devastated you sold me off."

I still couldn't say anything, my mouth buried in Lisa's cunt. I was getting closer to cumming, my hips bucking off the bed, trying to drive deeper into Julia. As soon as she orgasmed again, tightening over my cock, I sent a flood of cum into her.

"We should stop here, Master, because we're still angry," Julia said, climbing off and beginning to clean me and sucking madly to keep me erect.

"But we've never been ones to bite off our noses to spite our faces, sir," Lisa added, "and I still want you to cum in me."

Julia stopped sucking, "Amen, sir." Then, she continued. I ended up cumming in Lisa, too.

******

JULIA

Master didn't follow us into the house. We went into Sam's bedroom, his new Alaskan king bed, we'd built for him. He had us sit down on the bed.

"Christ, I can't believe how hard I am after that. Someone needs to take care of this."

Lisa and I got off the bed to suck his cock.

"Not you. Christ, I have my own slaves to take care of this."

Chantelle and Marcia both laughed and knelt on the floor to suck his cock.

"You two," pointing to us, "start making out and if you need to cum, make sure you're very loud in case Scott followed us over here."

Lisa and I looked at each other, still confused.

"Hurry," Sam said. "I want him to hear you squeal in pleasure in case he's listening. Dawn will give us the okay when it's safe to send you off."

Still bewildered, Lisa and I got into a sixty-nine, screaming lustily when we climaxed, which took almost no time at all.

Nor did it take Master Sam long to cum down Marcia's throat, Chantelle licking him clean afterward. Sam got a text. He read it.

"The coast is clear," he said. "Chantelle will take Julia to Mistress Brianna's for the night. Dawn is coming over to take Lisa to Lucia's room, which is what Scott expected to happen anyway, or something similar, anyway. He certainly didn't expect me to get both of his slaves."

"Where is Master?" Lisa asked.

"Dawn's room. He didn't feel like fucking and sent her away."

"Can't we go to him and let him know we're okay?" Lisa asked

"I think a little time for contemplation would be good for him," Marcia said.

"Can you tell us what happened?" I asked.

"We know the reason your Master didn't want you to remain slaves initially," Sam said. "He didn't want to see you with other men again, yet here he is, potentially allowing it to happen again. Of course, he thought he was safe working out a deal with the men involved, believing they could be trusted. I, for one, would never trust anyone else where the welfare of my slaves was concerned. It's crazy to do so. Look at them. I barely feel it's safe to trust them with other women. Everyone wants to fuck them.

"Yet your Master took a blasé attitude towards your safety," Marcia said. "You are his most precious possessions and he was chancing your fate to relative strangers."

Dawn arrived and stood quietly waiting for us to finish.

"I like Scott and consider him a friend," Sam said, "yet I'd be hard pressed freely leaving him with either of my slaves for a night. He hardly knows us, and even if his trust was not misplaced, he should know never to risk his precious property where he doesn't have absolute control over the outcome. He didn't. He only thought he did. He should have restricted the sale to women if he didn't want men to participate."

Marcia said, "I have to admit, we all liked his approach to the Chen/Janet situation, a slave in need of a Master, who didn't want to take a slave. I think he solved that problem. Yet he lost track of his own role as Master. Worse yet, he wasn't communicating his intentions or plans with you. The whole key to making your relationship work is communication. He gags you so you can't protest or question or even use your safe word. On his own path, his own plan, no explanation to you or Lisa. If he continues thinking like that, he risks both of you. Obviously, you're all free to do as you choose and if he chooses to share you and and you choose to be shared, it's your life, but he shouldn't make the decision for you."

"And you're not going to use us?" Lisa asked.

"No. We only wished Scott to learn the same lesson he was trying to teach Chen. Protect what you own and always make sure it's your choice who they fuck," Sam answered. "It's a hard way to learn a lesson and I hope he doesn't hate me tomorrow, but it's a good lesson, no matter who gives it."

Dawn said, "Lisa, please come with me. Lucia and I plan on enjoying your company all night. Lucia very much enjoys your company while she's staying with you. Yours too, Julia, but you're spoken for this evening. Lucia said Scott tried to impregnate her at your request. We all thank you for caring for her."

"She's caring for us as much as we're caring for her," I replied.

"She is something, isn't she?"

"Very much so."

Dawn led Lisa away and Chantelle led me to Brianna's room. She knocked and waited to be invited in.

Brianna told us to enter and we both stepped into the room. Brianna was stretched out on the bed, Monique between her legs, servicing her as a proper slave should. Zoe had on a strap on and was fucking Monique in the cunt.

"Hello, dear. We've been waiting for you to join us. Why don't you take over for Monique. We want to take advantage of every moment of our night with you."

I nestled between Brianna's legs, liquid cunt greeting me, and Zoe pushed into my cunt with the strap-on. I climaxed again.

******

SCOTT

We met Brianna as we were coming out of Dawn's room. The double bed didn't really lend itself to post-coital lazing about for three people.

"I heard you had a rough night, Scott, but it looks like your morning greatly improved."

I supposed. If it weren't for the fact we'd cleaned each other off, cum would be running down all our legs. I was moving stiffly, as were my slaves.

"Did Julia really spend the night with you?" I asked.

Julia slapped me. Brianna smiled.

"Has your wife ever lied to you, Scott?"

"No," I admitted, rubbing my cheek. That stung.

"Have you ever had reason to suspect your slaves lied to you?"

"No."

"Then why would you suspect they would lie to you now? It's insulting, which is probably why she slapped you."

"I'm sorry, Julia."

"Don't make that mistake again, Master."

"Chantelle is holding breakfast for you at Sam's, since you missed our normal breakfast hours. I suspect you have a great deal to discuss."

I nodded. We really did.

We went to Sam's. He had some clothes on, more for my benefit, I think, than his. Though I would be inclined to rip his balls off, so he was wise not to tempt me. Marcia and Chantelle were still naked though.

"I apologize for any pain I put you through, Scott, no matter how temporary." he said, standing. "It's a rough lesson, I know. I appreciate you trusted me enough with your women to auction them off that way, but you took an awfully big chance on someone you barely know. I realize how dear they are to you. Your trust wasn't entirely misplaced as I would never do anything to harm them or you, but don't be that trusting when it comes to your slaves. What you told Chen was very good advice. Keep control of your slaves at all times. Trust in each other, talk to each other, don't make plans you haven't discussed in advance. I like you. Don't make a mistake like you did the first time around and ruin a perfectly good thing."

"Was everyone here in on this?" I asked. "The whole estate? I suddenly realize you might have been unable to pull it off without help?"

"Pretty much everyone, yeah," Marcia said, "except your slaves, Janet and Chen. I think your slaves pretty much sold it for us. Their reactions were normal. They thought you'd sold them. If no one but my Master bid on them, you might have been suspicious it was really happening. There was no way for you to outbid us. The three extra chips Dawn retrieved came from us. She had to appear to be trying to help you."

"I almost attacked you last night. I wanted to kill you. I trusted you. I couldn't believe what you were doing to me."

"As much as Chen trusted you?" Sam asked.

I had to admit they had a point. I'm sure there was a point last night where he wanted to strangle me. I made it good faster and he didn't have to stew all night thinking I was fucking his slave, but if he'd punched me right away before I'd had an opportunity to explain, I would have deserved it.

"We tried to prepare for that eventuality, Monsieur Scott," Chantelle said. "It's part of the reason Monsieur stood so close to Julia. We hoped you wouldn't risk hurting her, but Mistress and I were prepared just in case. I think we might have calmed you down without hurting you."

I shook my head. "I can't believe you let me hang out to dry all night."

"Master," Julia said. "I'm glad they did. I was furious with you. The fact you would sell us as red silk slaves enraged me; allowing everyone to bid on us. What you did was wrong. You didn't even give us a chance to protest or use our safe word, gagging us. You made it quite clear to everyone we could be used fully by anyone who purchased us and would not renege if it was a man. I did not resent you adding us into the nyotaimori, nor letting Sam tie us, or even figging us, which is no worse than a severe spanking, but to sell us and Janet without a word of explanation or even a clue of what would happen was terrible. Do you have any clue how Janet felt being sold to you, let alone Chen? They're dating! If Sam had done anything less to you for your behavior, I'd still not have forgiven you. The only reason I have forgiven you is because I know how much you suffered."

"I tried to make sure a man wouldn't buy you," I said, looking at Sam again, who shrugged his shoulders.

"But you let us think one of them could. Even Chen. I heard your little conversation with him when Sam was purchasing Lisa. Chen made us think he might buy us, even though he only wanted Janet. You wanted the men to sell the idea they could purchase us. After all the trouble fucking other men caused you and the fear I could ruin our relationship if I ever did it again, you made me think it might happen again. It was horrible."

"And I'll apologize once more to you, Julia, and you Lisa, for playing along with Scott's idea. We wanted him to think everything was going according to his plan," Sam said.

"Julia is not wrong, Master," Lisa said. "As slaves, we cannot help becoming aroused by the thought of our sale, but with our arousal, came great fear. Fear you would look upon our arousal as a betrayal to you and hate us for it."

"I could never hate you," I said.

"Yet you're ready to hate Sam and everyone else for merely pretending to take advantage of our arousal," Julia said, "which was not significantly worse than what you did to Chen and only with the goal of protecting our relationship, which they apparently care more about than you. While I know it was awful for you, I'm hoping he taught you a valuable lesson because I never want you to do it to us again. I wish you to shake his hand and make up and thank everyone here for caring enough for us, they'd bother to give you this lesson, just like the one you gave Chen."

Sam stuck his hand out. He hadn't taken advantage of my slaves, when by all rights he might have. I was the idiot who sold them.

"Please, Scott. I do value your friendship," he said.