A Taste of Slavery Ch. 42

Shasta shares her secret. Our three slaves go to LA for a weekend. This chapter contains oral sex, interracial sex, lesbian sex, and normal fucking. As with all other chapters, our protagonists don't need to worry about STD's.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 42 - Slaves Take Trip to LA

JULIA

Things seemed to settle in for awhile. Since we were inviting our parents to our bonding ceremony, we didn't bother putting clothes on anymore when they came over. We got used to their presence when naked. It was awkward at first as I'd fucked Lisa's parents and she'd fucked both Masters and mine. Gradually, the tension went away.

I was due at the end of January. The more pregnant I became, the more often they wanted to visit, being the first grandchild for both mine and Master's parents, though Lisa's brother had a baby. They all kind of accepted they would all be grandparents to the child as we'd all be parents.

Lisa's parents took to stripping off when they came over, being used to being nude before other people. My parents, while in an open relationship, still had sex one on one with their partners, so they were more like Master's parents. Other than everyone groping my bare belly to feel Junior kick, we did fine. We didn't have sex in front of them anymore.

It was Autumn, close enough to Christmas when Master's sister would be visiting. To the best of my knowledge, she still didn't know about the sex slavery, though she knew Lisa was now our partner. I'm not sure what she knew about Rhonda. She and I never had a chance to get close, she lived so far away.

Speaking of Rhonda, everyone was surprised and somewhat amused to learn I had my own slave now. She was treated well by everyone. I suspected both of Lisa's parents and my father would have loved to fuck her. She only got to have sex with people I wanted her to have sex with. My parents didn't fit that category. They wanted to know how it all worked and I said Rhonda was a lesbian who'd given up sex solely with women in order to join our group as I wouldn't take a slave who didn't accept Master as well.

That was another thing they had to get over. We'd pretty much abandoned calling Scott anything other than Master in front of those who knew about our slave status. Since all our parents knew, Master was Master at all times.

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Zoe and Lucia came together the first time Lucia needed a checkup. Rhonda and Lucia spent pretty much the whole weekend together. Lucia was starting to show, a tiny baby bump two and half months in. Zoe and I were both pretty fat by then; me about six months and Zoe two or three weeks longer. Master fucked both of us anyway as we licked the other. It was the first time we both got to fuck him together and I enjoyed sharing him with her and Lisa.

Two months after the Alice incident, business was going well. It was a great business, roughly $60,000 a month and selling as much furniture as we could make. All my workers were now trained, and had earned their first raises and liked earning a part of our profits. I'd slowed down. By the end of October, I was six months along and feeling ungainly as hell, I felt I waddled around like a duck. Lisa would go quack, quack once in awhile, accompanied by a kiss, just to tease me. I was actually thinking of adding other people, but finding another person who might like to work in my home with naked people wasn't that easy.

I'd spoken to a few women, mostly suggested by our friends, but they ran off like their hair was on fire. Hiring men was out of the question. They might like working around naked women, but none of the Masters would be eager to allow their slaves to work with men while we worked naked, nor were Alice and Shasta. They'd both become comfortable at working naked. Who'd have believed it. The Master's didn't mind seeing us slaves naked before each other. They'd all seen everyone else and knew how to behave around other people's slaves. Alice was divorced and dating again. She was dating a black friend of Jerry's. I don't know if she sent pictures to Alex, but I wouldn't be surprised if she did. She still had a lot of animosity. We'd essentially become her next best friends. Hopefully, we wouldn't disappoint her like the the last ones did. Her best friend had tried to make contact and apologize, but Alice wanted none of it.

Alice stayed occasionally after work and worked out, swimming or doing yoga, trying to become more fit after her divorce. She didn't care a fig if the men saw her naked. I think she still pissed at Alex and not caring. Alice tried having sex once more with us before she started dating Jerry's friend, having enjoyed the first time. We politely declined, Master telling her he'd said it was only a one time deal. I think she was surprised he refused sex with her again, assuming he'd fuck anything in sight, but she didn't cause problems when we didn't. Mostly, I felt Alice was dating for sex. She didn't seem eager to have a boyfriend to do things with, somewhat disgusted with men in general at the moment, but still wanting her sexual needs met. Jerry's buddy was taking care of those needs.

Shasta had to go straight home after work most days to get her son from her mother's house. I asked once if she still had contact with the father. She said it hadn't worked out and there was no contact. She was a single mother raising her child on her own. Sometimes, she could stay because her son would stay at a friends. At first, when she stayed, she always dressed, in all of her clothes, before Master arrived. When she saw Master never bothered anyone else, not even when Alice asked for sex, nor pushed her for sex, she started to relax. She began wearing a swimsuit, or sometimes nothing more than her underwear. Everyone, though friendly, ignored her and she grew more comfortable around us.

I sometimes think she envied the open sex we had and how much we enjoyed it, but she remained aloof, wanting nobody else in her life, though friendly with the rest of us. I wondered what had happened with the father of her child to make her so anti men. She wasn't interested in women either, as far as I could tell. When we had sex around her, she seemed more interested in and aroused by the heterosexual sex than the lesbian sex. Plus, she'd had a child, so I figured she liked men more, but didn't much like men either.

The doctor took Shasta off light duty three weeks after we hired her. Her scars healed better than when we first met her, but they were still visible, and she said they'd always be visible without plastic surgery. It's too bad as she was attractive, though somewhat heavy; she said from all the bed time after the car crash. The ones on her face were particularly damaging to her looks. I wondered if it was the reason she wasn't looking for a boyfriend and father to her son.

My attempts to attract other workers was reaching the point I was considering leasing or buying work space and starting a regular business with clothed people. None of us was particularly eager to abandon the freedom of going without clothes, even Shasta and Alice. One evening, mid November, I spoke to Master about our problems.

"You're having problems finding new people to work, slave?"

"Yes, some are thrown off by what we work on and who we are, some are thrown off by the fact we want to work naked. Some are thrown off by both, sir."

"Perhaps you need to consider whether or not you need to expand outside the confines of this house and start somewhere else clothed? Even Brianna's slaves had to surrender nudity in order for her business to expand."

"No one wants to wear clothing, Master. Even Shasta and Alice have grown accustomed to the freedom."

"Then you may be limited in size. You're doing a good business now. Do you need to do more?"

"Mistress Dark is asking for more, Master. We're a month behind our orders now, and it's growing. We could add another crew here without problem. We have enough work space in the basement. It's getting difficult for me to move around. Even one more person could be helpful. I don't suppose any of the Masters would consider men working with their naked slaves?"

"Even Alice and Shasta might have problems with men working with them. Have any of the others come up with friends who might want to work here?"

"A couple we interviewed were Shasta's and Reneé's friends, Master. The only two friends Alice had she might have considered for the work were the two she caught sleeping with her ex."

"Ouch. That wouldn't have gone well."

"I know, but I don't want to start working longer hours. It's a pain in the ass for everyone, Master. We will become more efficient the more experienced we are, but I need more people."

"You made a suggestion to Regina to advertise or seek slaves for herself on bondage websites. Why don't you do the same?"

"That's an excellent suggestion, sir. Thank you. I wish to remind you Lucia and Zoe and Dawn are coming on the Friday after next for Lucia's next doctor appointment."

"Why is Dawn coming?" Master asked.

"Lisa, Rhonda and I are going to Los Angeles that weekend, sir. Friday after work. We owe Brianna for the use of her slaves and we need to provide services in kind for services rendered. Dawn will be here for Master's use in our absence as she loves your cock as much as we do. Zoe will also be available for your use, but she's further along than I am and won't be the fucking machine Dawn is. That's the secondary reason. We have a primary reason which you're not allowed to know as it's related to our bonding ceremony and it's a surprise for now, though I expect you'll know some of it before the ceremony itself. It can't be helped. We won't be doing anything you've not agreed to previously."

"I'm intrigued."

"Yes, Master." I smiled at him. "Please make good use of Dawn, sir. I'm sure your slaves will be kept busy at Brianna's."

"Don't worry, I will." He kissed me. "Thank you for looking after me."

"You're welcome, Master.

So, I ended up putting an ad in a couple locations where the right sort of people might read it. It read, Looking for women able or willing to work full time making bondage furniture. Full benefits, starting at $15.00 per hour with no experience, more for carpentry experience. Profit sharing available after passing probationary period. This is a submissive household where submissives work nude. You're not required to be submissive nor work nude, but need to be comfortable working in a nude environment. No males need apply due to above noted working conditions.

Of course, multiple men ignored the women only request and applied anyway. Their applications went into the trash. Lisa, Shasta and I went through the other applications and picked a half dozen to interview on Monday after our return from LA.

Zoe, Dawn and Lucia arrived around 10 AM for the doctor's appointment. We greeted them all warmly. Zoe and Lucia headed to the doctors. Lisa went back to work in the basement. Dawn had stripped off when she got here and went with her to look around and be introduced to the others before coming back up to work on supper with me. I decided to make a couple trays of lasagna and a large salad. I also pulled out a couple bottles of a nice Italian wine to go with supper, Three of us were pregnant, but five could kill two bottles without problem, and I could drive to LA, so even Rhonda could drink. We'd all eat together before the three of us went to LA. This was one of the days Shasta would be able to stay, so we'd have nine for supper. When Lucia and Zoe got back, the two pregnant women were tired from the long drive and I sent them to our room to take a nap.

Rhonda got up before five and started helping us with the last minute preparations. Dawn and Rhonda had met when Rhonda took Lucia back to LA and so they spent a few minutes becoming intimately reacquainted, standing in the kitchen, kissing and fingering each other until they climaxed. The food was essentially ready, except for tossing some garlic bread in the oven for browning, so while I let Rhonda work on that, Dawn and I sat, or should I say, lay on the couch to become better acquainted.

With our faces buried in the cunt of the other, was the way the workers found us when they came upstairs after work, and Zoe and Lucia, when they finished their nap at roughly the same time.

"I should have known I'd find Dawn with her face buried in a cunt, since there wasn't a cock around," Zoe said, laughing.

I looked up at her from between Dawn's legs, her cum gracing my face. "Since Master has had sex with her, and will again, she's open game for Lisa and I, and Lisa's already fucked her. It was my turn." I felt Dawn giggle with her face buried in my pussy and almost climaxed again, instead moaning for the benefit of the others.

Zoe laughed, as did everyone else. I tidied Dawn's pussy up before getting up, wiping my face as I did.

The worker's hit the showers, Reneé and Janet to leave, Alice and Shasta to stay for supper. I was surprised when Shasta didn't put on a swimsuit or even her underthings before Master was due to arrive.

"Shasta, don't you wish to dress before Master gets home?" I asked.

"I'd stand out like a Ku Kluxer in sheets at a black family reunion. Eight naked folks and me. Scott hasn't tried to mess with me or anyone else I can tell who wasn't interested in his affections. I figure I'm safe with the eight of you around, one of you a cop, even if she is a fucking slave to a white woman."

"No," Lucia said, "I wouldn't tolerate any woman being sexually assaulted by anyone."

"Who are you?" Shasta asked. She hadn't met them the last time they came, and she'd only met Dawn today.

Zoe explained who Lucia was and why they were here, including Lucia being the killer of our rapist, which she hadn't known about either as she didn't much pay attention to the news. She heard about Lucia's gang rape and the trouble she'd had conceiving after. It was the first time I ever saw any hint of emotion on Shasta's face. Some tears formed in her eyes. Not enough to spill over before she hastily wiped them away. I'd barely ever seen her crack a smile.

"Shasta, are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm sorry to hear what happened to you, Lucia," she said. "It was horrible."

"It happened a long time ago, Shasta." Lucia said. "It was many years past and I don't think about it. I'm over it with the help of my friends. I'm pregnant now. I'm content and couldn't be better. You need not worry about me."

Shasta started crying now. Full blown sobs and tears so profound, it would seem she lost her child.

"I just said I'm fine, Shasta. You need not cry for me," Lucia said, pulling her into her arms. "I"m happy. I'm well. There's no need to cry anymore."

"I'm not crying for you now; I'm crying for me." She was all out sobbing and Lucia held her closer, soothing her.

The oven timer went off and Rhonda rushed to turn it off and take the lasagna out of the oven. Master also chose that moment to arrive.

"Hello," he said, "What's up?"

He saw a naked Shasta being hugged by a naked Lucia and wondered what he was walking into. Shasta had never participated in any activities which could remotely be considered sexual.

"Master, Shasta was just crying," I said. "We told her about Lucia's troubles and she started sobbing."

He was immediately concerned. "Shasta, are you okay? How can we help?"

She couldn't reply for her sobbing. Master didn't want to hug her. She was naked and might not appreciate his touching her.

"Shasta, we can help you if you tell us why you're crying. Please, tell us what's wrong?"

She was still crying hard, unable to speak.

"Julia and Lucia, please take Shasta to the bedroom," Master said. "Let her dress if she wants to. Maybe you can find out why she's upset."

Lucia and I led her into the bathroom, trying to soothe her as much as possible. We asked her if she wished to dress and she just shook her head no, still sobbing. It was fifteen minutes before her crying stopped to the point we could ask her questions.

"Shasta, what's wrong," Lucia asked, drawing her to a seat on the bed. "This doesn't seem to be about me anymore?"

"I was raped five years ago; gang raped like you."

"While you were working for Master?" I asked, horrified.

"No, just before I started. I found out I was pregnant and needed a job. Scott hired me.

"Oh, no, Shasta. I'm so sorry. What happened?" Lucia asked. "We both can sympathize and understand your pain. You can tell us."

"I was on the peripheries of this street gang. Not in it, but I knew what was going on, hanging with this other girl who was in it. I went to a party one night. Because I wasn't attached to any of the members there, they decided I was community property. I was raped by ten of them, some more than once. One of those fuckers knocked me up. Of course, none of those assholes wanted to step up when I was having the baby. They didn't give a fuck about the kid."

"You decided to keep your child even though he was a product of rape?" I asked.

"He was half mine and as far as I was concerned, all mine because those dicks weren't about to help. I didn't want to dump him. It wasn't his fault. Listen, I didn't know about your troubles. Your baby, is it...?"

"It's Scott's child. I was pregnant before I was raped."

Shasta nodded. "Good on you. I had to get a good paying job to raise my boy by myself. I thanked my stars Scott hired me as a carpenter and was willing to train me. I had nothing else. He was good to me. Kept the other guys from messing with me, kept me on during my pregnancy and delivery. Everything professional. I did okay. Momma helped me by looking after him before he started pre-school.

"Then, a year ago, the gang leader decides he wants my kid."

"Why did he want him?" I asked.

"He wanted to raise him to be a gang member. Didn't give a shit about a baby, but you know, kids can be used as delivery boys and to hold drugs. He figured since he'd fucked me the most and cum inside me the most, it was his kid. He offered me money for him; $50,000 dollars. Just walk away from my son. I told him to fuck himself. I had money enough to care for my child. I didn't want him or his money, and I definitely didn't want my son raised as a gang banger."

She paused, "My car accident, that was the asshole trying to run me off the road to kill me so he could take my boy. He died, I didn't."

"They still aren't looking to come after your son are they?" Lucia asked.

"No. None of the rest gave a damn. It was strictly him, the fuck. I'm sorry, Lucia, your story, just dredged up a lot of old nightmares."

"I suspect it's PTSD," Lucia said. "I had it a lot the first few years after my rape, until I got counseling. Have you ever had any counseling?"

"No. I had no money for counseling. I didn't have money for a pregnancy."

"You have mental health insurance now. You can get help if you need it, Shasta," I said.

"I thought I had it under control. I don't even think about it anymore. I gotta tell you, Julia, I was worried when I came here and started working. Scott was so nice to me, treated me with honor and respect even though I'm a young, single mother, had a kid in my teens. Then you tell me you're all sex slaves to him, and I wonder if he isn't as bad as the fucking gang bangers who raped me. Like it's destroying all these good feelings I have of him after he helped me.

"But then I see how nicely you treat one another. I'm confused. Nothing seems to fit together. All the love I see you have together, but being sex slaves? Come on! It took me a month or more before I figure this might be legit. This is just your gig and it's all voluntary.

"I guess Rhonda helped. She tells me she's a cop and she's not arresting you. At first I think she's undercover, trying to get more dope on you or something, but why tell everyone she's a cop if she's undercover? Certainly, she has enough evidence to arrest you by now. I could have evidence by now and I know nothing about police work. No arrests, just lots of fucking. So much fucking. But you're a good boss, as nice as your husband. I'm afraid of losing my job if you both get arrested, but nobody is getting arrested. Everything is all lovey-dovey. I didn't know what to make of it all."