A Taste of Slavery Ch. 48

California law specifically states vaginal penetration must occur for incest to occur. What happens in this chapter may not violate this law, but some of it may be considered incest to you, the readers. This chapter also contains oral sex, lesbian sex, interracial sex, slave piercings, punishment and plain old fucking. STDs do not exist in this fantasy.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 48 - Cindy In LA, pt 3

JULIA

I wasn't lying to my Master when I said I was too tired to go out, but the main reason I stayed was to speak to Shasta and Lucia. I didn't want to see a rift form between us. I cared too much for both of them. Maybe Master's parents too, if they wanted to talk, though they were taking it better than I had any right to hope.

Master left and I started with his parents, going to their room and sitting down on their bed, hoping they might wish to say something. I rubbed my stomach, subtly reminding them their grandson was in there, playing the grandson card.

"We've decided to name him Lucas Daniel Rivers," I said. "Lucas because Lucia saved his life and Daniel after you, Master Dan."

"That's a beautiful name, Julia. I love it," Sandy said.

"Thank you. I do too."

There was about thirty seconds of silence, then Dan said, "Why did you tell us, Julia? I think I could have gone my entire life without knowing my children were having sex."

"You're possibly correct, Master Dan. I won't deny it's a shock to learn something like that. But ask yourself this. If you had found out a year from now or five years from now, would you feel better or worse than you do now? Would you believe it only extended as far as the law allowed, or would you think they'd done everything lovers do?

"I don't believe they would have been capable of hiding something like this from you forever. Something would have eventually given it away. Now you know. You also should know I won't let anything happen which will get my Master or your daughter into legal trouble. She's going to be owned now by Mistress Brianna and the opportunities for her to have sex with my Master will correspondingly decrease, yet she can move back to California and you can have her back in your life. Brianna owns her cunt now, and I'm not sure she'll be so willing to share her with Master. Is it so bad you can't forgive them or me?"

"I'm surprised it doesn't bother you more, Julia," Sandra said.

"I love my Master so much, there isn't much I wouldn't give him, Sandy. Cindy moved away when we got married because she couldn't stand watching him be happy with another woman. I don't think she can help herself any more than I can help being a slave or Rhonda a lesbian. We love who we love. I feel sorry for her.

"I've never gotten to know her because she moved thousands of miles away and seldom visited so her heart wouldn't be broken every time she saw us. Yet they cared for one another when they grew up. I know he missed seeing her. If I can give her some comfort by allowing her to spend time with Master so she doesn't have to stay far away from us, it's a small price to pay. I share him with other people now. What's one more? I don't care she's his sister. It's just someone he loves, like Lisa."

"You took a big chance telling us," Sandy said.

"I took a chance. I'm not sure it was a big chance. You're open minded. You understand Master's and my lifestyle, and we choose to include Lisa and Rhonda. You're open enough you've both fucked Lisa and Dawn. You've both accepted oral pleasure from Rhonda. Sandy, when you were with Mistress Brianna and witnessed Cindy getting double fucked by Sam and Bill, it aroused you. You said so. Why were you aroused at seeing your daughter used so?"

She didn't answer for awhile, thinking. "Because she's a submissive like me and she was enjoying herself."

"Let me be blunt, Master Dan. You can't tell me you aren't aroused by your submissive daughter. The evidence was plain. I know you didn't want to give Cindy an orgasm when you swatted her, stopping when she needed to cum, but it excited you. You couldn't wait to fuck your wife."

"Of course she excites me. She's beautiful; a naked slave who looks like her mother, but it doesn't mean it's not wrong."

"Wrong to your own moral code, not to the laws of the State of California. I'm not asking you to lick her cunt, or for you to accept her sucking your cock. You do what seems right to you. I would never attempt to impose my beliefs on you. It's none of my fucking business. I'm responsible for my Master. I don't want him running afoul of the law. I will ensure it never happens. You decide what you can accept or not. If it's no more than spanking her naked ass because she orgasmed without permission, it's up to you. If you decide you can't get that close to your naked slave daughter, it's up to you. Sandy, do you know why else I thought it wasn't as much of a risk as you might think?"

"Why?"

"Because when we were done watching Cindy get double dicked, you said you'd like to see Master and your husband fuck me."

Dan gasped, the color draining from his face. He looked at Sandy like she'd grown a second head.

"At the time you said it, Sandy; I don't know if you knew what the laws regarding incest were. If you believed your husband would be committing incest if he fucked me. I can tell you now, it isn't. If Master wants to fuck me with his father, he can. You can watch. No one is committing a crime. It's not incest if Master Dan fucks me, not even if he fucks my cunt."

"You said that?" Dan asked Sandy, goggle eyed.

Sandy blushed, lowering her eyes. "I did," she admitted. "I was so turned on. I thought it would be so nice to watch the two of you fucking her."

"Would you fuck me?" Dan asked. I wondered if he'd regret asking that question later. Right now, he probably wasn't thinking all that well, having been emotionally stunned.

"I have no reason not to if Master doesn't care. He owns my pussy and can do what he likes with it. If he wants you to fuck me, I'll fuck you."

"Christ!"

"Does it make that much difference if it's your daughter or your daughter-in-law, Master Dan? Is one of them okay in your mind, but the other not? What about you, Sandy. Could you lick my cunt and ignore your daughter, or is it pretty much the same?"

Dead silence.

"Our poker friends were told about the California law. They were told so they wouldn't be surprised when Cindy sucked Scott's cock when he won a hand. They think it's a little strange, but nobody walked out. Every one of them has fucked me, their friends wife. Scott has fucked Reneé and Janet, and they're getting married to their new Masters. They all got over any reservations about doing so rather easily, nor did they react badly when Cindy sucked him off. Maybe we just have twisted friends, but no one's clamoring to run away from the knowledge. I wouldn't tell everyone about it, but we'll get by. Make whatever peace you can with it. Please forgive your children and give them your blessing. The world hasn't ended. That's all I wanted to say."

I left to find Shasta and Lucia. Their door was closed. I knocked.

"Who is it?" Lucia asked.

"Julia," I replied. "I'd like to talk to you both. Please."

"Come in," Lucia said.

I walked in. Shasta was lying on her back on the bed, her hands behind her head, a sheet pulled up to her hips, but otherwise bare. Lucia was on her side, her head propped on her hand.

"Hey, there," I said. "I came in to see how you were doing."

"How do you think I am?" Shasta asked.

"Upset."

"Good guess."

"They're the same two people they were yesterday," I said.

"He fuck his sister. Not the same people at all."

"Since he fucked his sister the first time a week ago; yeah, they're pretty much the same. They didn't violate the law."

"There's the laws of man and the laws of God."

"Good point, Shasta. There's a lot of different laws. Let me ask you a few questions if I may?"

She looked at me. "Go ahead."

"If the gang banger who raped you tried to take your son away from you, what would you have done?"

"I'd have killed his ass."

"Murder. Against the laws of both man and God."

"He trying to take my boy. It be self defense as far as I'm concerned."

"He believed he was Cedric's father and you were trying to keep Cedric away from him. Didn't he have the same parental rights as you do?"

"He not give a shit about Cedric til he old enough to indoctrinate in the gang. Some fucking father."

I laughed. I couldn't help it. "What's so fucking funny?" Shasta asked.

"I agree wholeheartedly with your assessment of him, Shasta. He was a poor fucking excuse for a father, but as far as God and the law is concerned, he probably had as many rights as you, if he was the father. Let me ask another question. What if he got hold of Cedric? Whether by legal means or because he snatched him off the streets or out of school? You had to see Cedric every day with the bastard, but his gang never let you near him again, never to hug him or kiss him or tuck him into bed at night. How would you feel?"

"Like I'm dead."

"I think it's how Cindy felt. She loved her brother. She knows it's wrong but she can't help who she loves, anymore than you can help loving Cedric. She would see him every day with another woman, knowing she could never hug him or kiss him or tuck him into bed at night. She just has to live with it, dead inside. She moves away so she doesn't have to see him happy with another woman; lives thousands of miles away, doesn't visit, even to see her parents who she cares for deeply. Now she comes for a visit and I don't care if she loves him, that she can kiss him and hug him and tuck him into bed at night. Her love is no longer unrequited. How happy that would make her feel; how happy you'd be to get Cedric back even for a brief time."

Shasta was quiet, so maybe I was getting through to her.

"There are sound, biological reasons for brothers not to have sex with sisters, or parents with their children or their parents. The possibility of recessive genes cropping up and any children born to such a union having birth defects. California recognizes this and doesn't allow for vaginal sex for that reason. It's why some breeds of dogs have so many biological issues such as hips in German Shepards. They've been inbred too much. At the time biblical laws were made, people didn't have birth control. If you fucked someone, there was always a chance they would have babies. The laws of the time recognized babies were the result of sex so they prohibited sex between close relations altogether. But some societies still allowed it. The pharaohs of Egypt sometimes married their sisters. You saw Master and Cindy fucking Lisa. You watched. What was so different about that it didn't matter to you?"

"Scott not fucking his own sister," Shasta said. "That's why. It's wrong."

"I won't tell you to ignore what you believe to be God's laws yourself if that's what you believe, but we don't want to lose you as a friend. You're very important to us, not just for my business, but as a friend. Please don't turn away from us now."

"How do I ignore what happening in your house over my head?"

"It won't be happening over your head anymore. I'm not saying it will never happen again, but she won't be staying there any longer. But are they hurting anyone else? Are they breaking man's law? Doesn't Cindy deserve a little bit of happiness? She belongs to Brianna now. I'm certain they won't have a lot of chances to have sex anymore. Mistress Brianna doesn't provide a lot of opportunity for her slaves to get cock."

"Cindy got lots of dick today."

"It's not normal. Brianna was establishing Cindy's subservience, that Cindy is hers now, has to fuck who she lets her fuck. It's also the reason why she was leashed and crawling around on her hands and knees. Do you see the other slaves treated in the same way? Mistress Brianna's slaves have a lot of freedom, so she's establishing her control at the beginning before Cindy goes away for a month. It's why everyone got to fuck her now and why she can't have sex until she comes back. Sam won't fuck her again unless she wants to become pregnant. Bill is only here for a couple weeks. Soon, it's only women who will fuck her. I'll leave you with one more thought, and this is for you too, Lucia, as I suspect you're upset as well, and we don't want a rift forming with you since you carry Master's child and Dan's and Sandy's grandchild. If you were back in your home country right now, could you be living in an openly lesbian subservient relationship with a Mistress?"

"No, my country is too Catholic. They would never accept it."

"Does the church accept any other form of birth control other than the rhythm method?"

"No."

"Even in this country, did the state recognize the love of a woman for another woman or a man to a man until recently?"

"No."

"Yet you choose to love a woman. There are still laws existing in this country prohibiting any sex unless you're married, oral sex of any kind, anal sex which the Bible calls sodomy which is prohibited by God's law, and while the Bible doesn't deal with sex toys and vibrators because they didn't exist, it specifically says masturbation is a sin as the spilling of your seed upon the ground is a waste of God's gift of procreation. Do you masturbate, Shasta?"

"You know I do."

"Yes. I've seen you do it. Solomon had over a thousand wives and concubines, and the Bible allowed slavery, which we now recognize as wrong. So in a way, we're all picking and choosing which of man's or God's laws we choose to follow in the privacy of our own home. While you may not be enthused Master is having sex with Cindy, and I don't expect you to be; please don't hate them or toss them aside. They are still good people, worthy of your love."

Lucia got out of bed kissed me. "I'll do my best."

"Thank you. Shasta?"

"I'll try."

I shook her hand. "I appreciate it. It's all I ask."

I went to take a nap while I waited for my Master.

******

SCOTT

Dawn joined us shortly and we headed for the hospital.

"Where's Julia, sir?" She asked.

"Tired, plus we'd have five people crammed in the car on the way back if she came."

"You wouldn't have any more juice left, would you Master Scott," Dawn asked, "or did you expend it all on your sister?"

"What do you think about that?"

"I don't really care one way or the other. I've seen a lot of shit and this barely moves the shit meter, sir."

"Haven't you had enough cock yet?" I asked.

"I've had more than I expected," Dawn admitted, "but I'm trying to think of the next time I might get some. Lucia doesn't have another doctor's appointment scheduled for a couple months, and I'm not sure Mistress will let me go again without more quid pro quo on your part, sir. With Julia delivering next month, it's unlikely you'll be back soon. I might not get any more until your bonding ceremony in May and maybe you'll want to spend all your time fucking your slaves for the special occasion."

"Maybe we should invite Dawn for a few extra days to make sure she's there for one of our Thursday night poker games. Sell all three of her holes after," Lisa said. "Maybe the Strongs and Jerry can give her enough cock to satisfy her, sir? We don't mind providing the quid pro quo, though we might need to bring Lucas with us if it's after Julia delivers. The extra care givers here will help us look after him. You and your father could plug two of her holes again. He seems to enjoy this mouthy slave and I'm sure she'd earn another good spanking. She's spent most of the last day with a red ass."

"Oh, tell me about the poker game, sir," Dawn said. "It sounds like fun."

I explained the rules of the Thursday night game to her.

"Fuck me, Master Scott, I'm juicing up," Dawn said. "Could you sell me for the entire night?"

We all laughed. Dawn was incorrigible.

"Everyone has to work the next day. You might not get fucked much more than usual," Master said.

"Why don't you have the game on a Friday night instead, sir?"

"We tried to reserve Friday's for family," I replied. "You know, date nights, to bond with our women."

"What do you do now on Fridays, Lisa?"

"Mostly fuck."

"So what would change if you move the game to Friday night? You'll still all be fucking."

We looked at one another. "Everyone else would have to agree," Master said.

"They're doing the same thing on Friday nights as we are, Master," Lisa said. "I doubt anyone would have a reason to object to moving the game to Friday nights. They'd get to bed earlier on Thursday nights. Even Rhonda has Friday night off. She doesn't have to work. She could be sold to a woman for the night."

"You move the game to Friday night, you can sell me to the winners for the night," Dawn said, "at least when I come to visit."

"I'll send out an exploratory text," Master said.

"Now I'm really dripping, sir. I need some sex fast."

"I'm driving," Master said. "Perhaps Lisa would be happy to play with you."

"When have I never wanted sex," Lisa said, unbuckling her seat belt and crawling into the back seat.

"Remember, Dawn. You still need to give me directions to the hospital."

"Sherman Oaks. Put it in the GPS. I'll direct you to visitors parking and the maternity ward when we get there."

Her head moved between Lisa's legs.

******

After putting the hospital in the GPS, I dictated a text to poker buddies. Thank God for hands free texting.

No rush on a response, but what does everyone think of moving the poker game to Friday nights instead of Thursday? It might make for more interesting slave sales when one is available to be sold. A couple slaves have suggested an auction for a night of servitude, including one you don't know.

It didn't take too long for most of them to answer. Some wanted more information. Rather than spell it out now. I told them we could discuss during next weeks Thursday game as I didn't expect any sudden changes.

The slaves slurping on each other in the back seat had me hard as I could easily hear their moaning as they climaxed. I supposed I could put a stop to it if I really wanted to, but it's pleasant listening to women cum.

"It's a mile to the hospital, Dawn. Give me some directions."

Dawn reluctantly gave up licking Lisa's cunt. She sat up and looked around, wiping her face off.

"Take the first left before the hospital. Go half a block and turn into the parking lot on the right. That puts us next to the maternity ward."

I followed her instructions and found myself in a parking lot about three rows from an entry door.

"Elevators on the left. Up to the third floor. Maternity Ward straight ahead. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy."

"You've been here before, I take it?"

"You see a lot of bambinos running around the estate, don't you. Everybody comes to visit at least once each kid. Everybody else made it all the way to the hospital except Mistress. She delivered in the limo. The only two I missed. I wasn't here yet."

We all followed her instructions and Ingrid, Rhonda and Sam in the waiting room, Marcia was getting coffee for Ingrid and Sam, Brianna was in the delivery room with Zoe.

"Any word yet, Ingrid?" Dawn asked.

"Not yet. The labor is dragging on. It looks like an all nighter."

"Pretty quiet on the ride up?" I asked Rhonda.

"Nothing as bad as getting a mouthful of amniotic fluid," Rhonda said.

"What?" Dawn said. "What are you talking about?"

"Rhonda was licking Zoe when her water broke," I said.

Dawn put a hand over her mouth, a muffled 'No', coming from behind her hand. She stared for about five seconds, then started laughing.

"How did it taste?" she whispered, her hand still covering her mouth like she was afraid some would get in there.

"Pretty damn bad. At first I thought she was a squirter. I've run into a couple of women who squirt, but this didn't taste anything like cum. I thought I was going to die."