A Taste of Slavery Ch. 52

Dan sat down. For quite a while, no one said a word, nor did they eat. They looked at Dan, at the other parents, at the slaves and finally, at their spouses. I was quite certain no one would make any decision without speaking to their spouse, probably in private, but they were all considering they might have a form of sex with their child and none of it would be illegal, as long as it was consensual.

Nor had Master ordered us to have sex with our parents. He was leaving it up to us. We could bow out without consequence, but if we did, he expected us to perform well under pain of punishment. Lisa and I looked at each other. I imagined whatever we chose to do, we'd choose it together, either none or both of us having sex with our parents if they wished to.

What was confusing me is that I had no compunctions anymore fucking his parents, nor about him fucking his mother or sister. It no longer seemed abnormal to me. I'd fucked Lisa's parents on Memorial Day, and would have no problem doing so again. But my parents were another story. Even though it was under the same law, having sex with them seemed sinful in a way any other sex did not. Yet as sinful as it seemed, my cunt was dripping at the thought my father could fuck me, or that I might have to serve all three men at once.

The meal was eaten in relative silence. Not much small talk went on. There was a little talk about the bonding ceremony and all of them meeting at Master's parents house for the trip down. I knew the poker players were all meeting at Chen's, and several others would be meeting at Luigi's due to the parking available at the mall.

Lucas started fussing at the tail end of the meal, heard on the baby monitor. I stood up and asked Lisa if she could give me some assistance. Two of the other women jumped up to volunteer, but I said I needed to speak to my sister slave alone, and we'd bring Lucas out so they could enjoy him.

As soon as we were in his room, Lisa said, "What are you going to do if your father asks for sex?"

I picked up Lucas and put him on a nipple, unsure how to answer her.

"I don't know yet. What will you do?"

"I haven't a clue."

"I believe Master wants us to have sex with them," I said.

"I thought that was obvious, and no time to think about it beforehand, either."

"The thing is, I don't have an issue with Master having sex with his sister or mother, nor do I have any issues having sex with his parents anymore, or Cindy, for that matter. I've accepted it's natural for him to do so. But having sex with my own seems sinful in a way his having sex with his family does not, probably because they are my parents. It doesn't really matter what the law says; we've been raised to believe it's wrong. So I can accept him having sex with his and you with yours, because the law says it's fine, but my own is entirely different somehow, because they're mine."

"I know. I liked having sex with Dan and Harry on Memorial Day and Dan since. But thinking about sex with my father or mother is freaking me out. But despite how freaked I am, I'm also dripping wet just thinking about it. The taboo part of it arouses hell out of me."

"I feel the same. I think whatever we do, we should do together; either both of us do it, or neither does."

"What if we agree to fuck them, but say your parents don't want to, but mine do. Would you feel betrayed if I was the only one who ended up fucking her parents?"

"I don't think so. We have no choice about what our parents do. We only have our own choices. This is another one of Master's strange wishes. Wanting us to fuck all these men again, and now our parents. I wish I knew what the hell he was thinking. I'm confused about the whole thing, but I do want to obey him if I can."

"I get the feeling that means you're thinking of not using your safe word?"

"I suppose that is the way I'm leaning, but I still don't know."

"What about this? We don't say anything to our parents. If one of our parents asks for sex, that slave decides in that moment what they're going to do. Whatever they decide, the other one goes along with it. So if my father, for instance, wants me to suck his cock and I say no, you make the same decision with your own parents. If I say yes, then you're having sex with yours."

"God! I suppose that's as good as anything I can cook up. Fine. Let's do it your way. We ignore it as long as we can and whoever is faced with the choice first, decides for both of us."

We brought the diaper bag with us out to the dining room and sat down as if nothing had happened and momentous decisions weren't in the process of being made. I had a little more chili and beer as I fed Lucas. The others were kind of picking at their food as well. Lisa's parents went into the kitchen to get another beer and I heard their murmurs as they discussed the situation. When they returned, they didn't talk about it.

My parents found some excuse to leave the room together as well, no murmured whispers heard. They were too far away. I was still feeding Lucas, but the other slaves started clearing the table as no one else was even picking at their food. Dan invited the others into the living room and offered them cocktails. Mom and Dad came back and sat on the couch, Dan taking their drink orders. The house was relatively quiet. You could hear Lucas sucking my nipple as he took his milk. Finally, he finished drinking and I handed him to Marge to change his diaper. She then brought him to his room.

"So," my father asked, "according to the laws of California, it's legal for you to suck my cock?"

"Yes," I responded, "it is."

"Would you?"

There it was. Decision time and I was making it for both Lisa and I. I thought of her. I thought of Master and what he wanted and I thought about me and sex, and my father and mother and everything implied by my decision. It was at least a half minute before I answered.

"Yes, I will."

I knelt down in front of him and pulled down the zipper on his trousers and pulled his cock out of his boxers. I lowered my mouth over his growing erection and sucked him to the back of my throat. Shortly after, a cock filled my cunt. I didn't look to see who it was, but from the size alone, guessed it was Lisa's dad, who wasn't as large as Master's father in the dick department. Beside me, Mom was spreading her legs and Sandra started licking her cunt, just another slave.

Dan eventually appeared behind the couch and Father, taking photos. When my father climaxed in my mouth, I realized I was swallowing the seed which created me. I'd cum twice from the fucking, but I orgasmed again when I thought of it. Mom was cumming too. Sandy had learned her lessons well. I knew she'd had sex with Father before. I wondered if it was the first time having sex with my mother?

Since I'd made the decision for both of us, a short time later, Lisa was led into the bedroom by all three men. Sandy went with them with the camera. The door closed behind them. I'd soon find myself in the same place, but for now, Rhonda was in a sixty nine with Lisa's mom on the carpeted floor with a couple pillows thrown down.

Mother said, "That looks like fun." She removed the rest of her clothes. "Won't you join me on the couch?"

She laid back on the couch and I moved over her, lowering my cunt over her face, while putting mine between her legs and tasting the wellspring of my birth. Reggie's cum was still in me. No one had cleaned me after his fucking. It made no difference to her. She gently licked my cum soaked cunt, inexperienced at pleasuring a woman, but loving and generous towards her daughter. She followed my example and did what I was doing and it didn't take long for me to climax. Nor was she shy in climaxing as I pleasured her. We were still fucking when Sandra came out of the bedroom and took some pictures of us, our faces soaked in each other fluids. I smiled for the camera, knowing my Master would soon see these pictures. He might as well get his money's worth.

After about twenty minutes, the bedroom door opened and all four of them came out. The men's pricks all glistened with nothing more than saliva, as Lisa had performed her slave duties. The men's cum, on the other hand, was running down her legs. No one had bothered to clean the slave. Lisa's mother called her over and had her squat over her face so she could lick her clean. Marge regularly participated in orgies, so cleaning cum was nothing new to her.

The men sat down to rest, Dan getting them another drink. The women didn't need to rest; we could cum all day long if need be. Rhonda traded places with me, taking over with Mother. I went to Lisa's mom and started licking her cunt.

After the women all climaxed several more times, the men started getting restless again. Lisa, Sandra and I were tasked with getting them hard enough to fuck me. I was sucking Dad again, Sandra was sucking her Master and Lisa was sucking her father. Within five minutes, all three were sporting erections hard enough to use me. They led me into the bedroom and Master Dan got on the bed first and had me mount him. Dad chose to fuck my ass, and Reggie went for my mouth.

All the men had cum several times already, so they fucked me long and hard. Sandra came in after a few minutes and started to take pictures and video. She captured me cumming multiple times as I was triple penetrated by the three men. Dan was the first to cum, having cum one less time than the others, but he managed to maintain most of his erection from the stimulation he was receiving from my orgasms and my father's prick plowing my back door right beside him. Reginald orgasmed next, not nearly enough sperm to flood my mouth, though I was impressed he had so much the third time around. That left only Father, slamming my ass with rhythmic regularity. Finally, he grunted and I felt his prick pulsing inside me, leaving me the memento of his visit.

The good obedient slave I was, I cleaned all three of their pricks, my father's last. He patted my cheek as I finished.

"Well done," he said, kissing me, a fatherly peck, not a lovers kiss.

"Thank you, sir," I replied shyly.

"We'll leave you alone now," Dan said. "I'm sure you need to process what happened and the implications for the future. I'll send Rhonda in to clean you up. Don't see us out. We used your phone to take the photographic evidence. Don't forget to send it to your Master."

"Thank you, Master Dan."

The men departed and Rhonda joined me, cleaning me like a slave should her Mistress. Lisa came in after the others left and crawled into bed with us. I hugged her and started to cry, wondering if I'd done the right thing. The two women soothed me, first by offering words of comfort, and later, when my sobbing eased, with their mouths and facile tongues, making me cum again and again, taking my tension away. I returned the favor, only stopping when Lucas woke up again.

I got up and picked up Lucas, putting him to my breast. I collected my phone from the living room and handed it to Lisa.

"Send the pictures to Master," I said. "Everything is on my phone."

Lisa nodded and sent everything off. All we could do is wait. It was still early. He was probably working.

******

SCOTT

I received a series of texts from my slaves at around four PM. I suspected I knew the contents, so didn't bother looking now while others were around. Thornhill's house was coming along nicely. He was back in town, coming for the bonding ceremony next week, staying with Brianna and I was showing him the progress on the house.

"Looks good so far, Scott. I like it," Bill said.

"Of course, most of the enhancements I designed for your house won't be going in until we do the final trim, but I'm happy. Everyone is getting along together. Mixed crews like this don't always work out, but Sam gave me the names of some good contractors, and they all had good subs they worked with. We're actually ahead of where I thought I'd be at this point. Which is good, because of the time I'm taking off this week. I'm going to send my crew home from Wednesday to Monday, give them time to be with their families."

"I believe I chose well when I picked you for the job."

"Mr. Thornhill, I have a favor to ask."

"I'm listening."

"My wife offered her oral services to you at Christmas."

He smiled. "I recall. She didn't think you weren't too keen on the idea, I remember."

"Not at the time, but I've changed my mind. I've got something special planned for my slaves at our bonding ceremony. To really make it work, I want them well used by others prior to the ceremony. I was hoping you'd not only accept her offer, but take both of my slaves and fuck hell out of them on Thursday night; you and your wife make full use of their slave services all night long. I'll also offer Rhonda, but my wife is only allowing her oral services, not vaginal or ass, since it's her slave."

"Why? You seemed quite adamant you were opposed to sharing your slaves with other men at the time."

"My father reminded me of something recently. He thought long and hard a year ago when I acquired my slaves and was sharing them briefly, about fidelity and marriage. When he decided to accept my mother's full time slavery, he decided there wouldn't be any restrictions on her use. He told me he knows my mother loves him, and there's no doubt in his mind of it. There is nothing she could do which would ever make him doubt it. So fucking other people with his knowledge and permission is like someone buying new clothes. It doesn't mean they're tired of the clothes they have now or they'll quit wearing them. It only means they want to try something different. It makes a ton of sense to me. I have no doubt how much I'm loved. It's demonstrated to me every day. I believe you could offer your fortune to them and they wouldn't leave me. So why am I so scared? Because that's what it was; fear. Fear I'd somehow lose them. I can't cling to them. It's like water. Trying to cling to it in your hands makes it all squirt out. Holding your hands loosely, like a bowl, you can hold it.

"So while I've been gone, I've been making sure they fuck as many different people as they can. And while they're here, starting Wednesday, I'm going to offer them to Brianna, you and Sam on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights. Prior to the bonding ceremony, I'm going to offer them their freedom. I want them to choose again, who or what they want. If they don't return to me, I never owned them in the first place, no matter if I called them my slaves or not. It was pretentious to believe they were mine. If they are truly mine, they'll choose me, no matter what they're offered. But I want them to know the other possible choices which are out there, so I want them fucking and subservient to other people, including you. It's why I'm asking for this favor on your part. I want them to know what other choices they could be making instead of me. It's important to me and for their decision."

Thornhill was quiet for a long time, thinking about what I'd said. "I've never heard it explained quite that way and I have to admit it makes some sense to me as well. I've sometimes wondered if we shouldn't have marriages which would only last a year, and you'd have to renew your vows for another year if you wanted to remain married after the year was up. If it's someone you truly loved, it would make you try harder during that year knowing they could walk away at the end of that time if they no longer felt the love. You'd have to do the same thing every year on your anniversary to remain married."

"You're right," I said. "I'm going to make that another element of their slavery. Each year, they have to renew their commitment as slaves to remain so. I'll remove their collar and they have to hand it back to me to re-collar them if they wish to remain my slave."

"You've given me a lot to think about in relation to my own slave, Scott. I like your idea. Of course, the fact that my slave is also my wife, as is one of yours, makes it more complicated, but it does seem you've put some thought into this. If you still feel the same way on Thursday, was it..." I nodded. "I'll accept your slaves with gratitude and affection. I'll make sure they'll be well used per your desire."

"You'll know if I do. I'll make it plain to everyone, including my slaves. Thanks, Bill. I really do appreciate it. If you'd speak to Sam about it, I'd appreciate that as well. I don't want him thinking I've suddenly lost my marbles. I'll speak to him myself when I see him on Wednesday, but it might help if you paved the way for my suggestion."

"Be happy to. Once again, good work on the house, and thanks for the other things you've given me to consider."

"Take care. I'll see you Wednesday."

Later that evening, I looked at the photos and videos recorded of my slaves and their parents. Despite the circumstances, the cries and moans of pleasure and the signs of ecstasy on their faces was evident. I hadn't known what they would do given the choice, but I'd made my desires known through my father. They'd chosen to accept my wishes despite how they might have felt about it. To me, it proved again how obedient they were, as I suspected they wouldn't have done it if left to their own choices. Of course, it was guesswork on my part. Both of them had sucked their father's cocks and been fucked in the ass. Both of my slaves had licked their mother's cunts, Julia in a sixty-nine with Reggie's cum in her cunt.

I called after supper having watched it all, masturbating a couple times in the process. I had them put the phone on speaker so I could speak to all of them.

"Good evening, ladies, or should I say slaves?"

"Slaves is probably more appropriate, sir," Lisa said.

"Were you surprised today?"

"Yes, Master," Julia said, "but everything you've done recently is a surprise. I hardly know what to think anymore."

"There is a method to my madness, I assure you."

"So says Master Dan," Julia replied, "though I don't know what to believe myself, sir."

"It appears from what you sent me, you enjoyed yourselves, despite the surprise."

"I'm a sex slave, Master. There is very little about sex I don't enjoy."

"Despite fucking and sucking your father and licking your mother?"

"Despite that, sir," Julia confirmed.

"And you Lisa. You appeared to enjoy the triple penetration you took with your father fucking your ass?"

"I enjoyed it, even though it made me uncomfortable."

"I didn't know what would happen given the opportunity, whether your parents would want to fuck you or if you would fuck them if they asked. I'm happy to see it worked out as well as I hoped."

"Why are you happy, Master?" Julia asked. "You want all of us having sex with our families?"

"I don't expect it to happen frequently, but I began to believe as you did. Eventually, those people closest to us would find out about me and Cindy and my mother and learn about the laws as it applies to incest. Once they found out, it might have happened anyway, but now the rules have been established. It will never happen without someone being around to control it, just as Brianna controls access to my sister. If it should happen in the future, the ice has been broken and it shouldn't be a severe shock to anyone, nor will my rules be broken. You've granted me the opportunity to be with Cindy. You can't tell me there isn't a tiny part of yourself that hasn't wondered what fucking your father would be like."

"Yes, I admit that. Despite my trepidation, I was aroused by the possibility. When he orgasmed in my mouth, I thought, 'this is the sperm that made me', and I climaxed myself. When I was licking Mother's cunt, knowing it was where I came from, a twisted part of myself took pleasure from the knowledge. I know I'm different."

"As are we all. We're not the norm. I know we aren't. We may not be the total perverts some people might believe we are, but we're polyamorous, a Dominant with two submissives, one who possesses her own slave. That alone makes us different. Everything else is just icing on the cake. I'm willing to take responsibility for what I am and admit I'll never be normal again. Just as you admit you're a slave slut who loves sex, I'll admit to loving and possessing two slave sluts."