Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 10

"First things first. When we get home." I announced as I drove home. "I want the meat taken inside and put away. Sonya, you and I will pack it into the freezers. Once it is frozen solid, I was thinking we might want to sort it into type of cuts. Roasts, steaks, ground each kept separate. That is just a suggestion. You are the one handling the kitchen." She agreed and said she was thinking along the same lines as she had to unpack some ground meat to find the steaks we ate the night before. "Let's just get it in there for tonight." I said.

For some reason I had the older women in my car for the return trip. Lenore sat in front. Sonya, Beth and Charlene were packed side by side into the back seat. They had to be feeling the closeness. I almost opened my mouth to comment that if they had not had such firm, trim asses, they would not have been able to fit. Robin drove the other car which had a larger back seat, but the women had made their choice. I just told them to load up when it was time to go home. I'd learned to put a filter between my mouth and brain long ago. I also kept from asking why those women decided they wanted to ride with me. That comment might not have been offensive. I asked "How would you two like to have your catheters removed tonight?" Beth did not hesitate to thank me effusively. Charlene was just slightly less appreciative. I told them I had a few things to do after Sonya and I put the meat away but they were on my list. The two did their best to expedite getting the food inside, encouraging the younger girls to 'get with it'.

I had dismantled the computer and server in my office the previous night. The younger women helped me carry my desk to the other office and place it properly. I decided to haul each electronic component myself. Not only was that part of my OCD talking, I had an ulterior motive. I had an additional piece of equipment to install. It was small and simply required a USB connection but I wanted the job done quietly and without anyone noticing..

I took me an hour to get the server up and running. That extra component took five seconds. Unless somebody really knew what she was looking at, they would be completely in the dark as to it's function. I did not even reveal its existence to Lenore. I guess that was because I felt a little guilty about it. I admitted to myself I was being a complete dick but this was my home. I wanted to know what was going on in it. I justified my actions by telling myself the women were slaves and as such, had no expectation of privacy.

While we were all at the Hacienda that day, I enlisted a friend of mine to install sound activated listening devices in the slaves' bedrooms, living room and the kitchen. My former office was also bugged. Only my own bedroom was left private. This friend inspected the whole house a week ago to check to see if Joanne and Robin had bugged it. They had never indicated they had, but Joanne had tried to monitor my cell, so I did not exactly trust her. Now it was my turn. Any conversation would be recorded and transmitted to my receiver where it would be transferred to an appropriate file on my private computer. I had previously paired each device to the receiver. Multiple bugs in each room ensured full coverage. My friend assured me I would be able to hear a mouse pissing on cotton.

I was confident my friend had not mixed up the devices as it would be a real mess to sort it out. He could not test the system to make sure it worked since the receiver was not connected. I would do that when it began to record. All I could do at this point was watch the indicator tell me data was being collected from the bedrooms and living room. Something was being recorded. The kitchen and my old office were quiet like I expected.

I had already told everybody tomorrow would be a casual day. There was no need to get up early unless they wanted coffee. Breakfast would be delayed to mid-morning so they could relax in bed for a while. I had an ulterior motive of course. I wanted an excuse to get away and listen to their conversations.

I walked into the living room to see if the older women were ready for me. They had pulled out the sofa bed in readiness for sleep. I was surprised to see both had freshly showered and were waiting for me nude. "Ready for me, huh?" I quipped. "In more ways than one." Beth said, seductively. I smiled back and told them to come along to my room.

I had not checked before I went to get Beth and Charlene, but Lenore had Joanne in the room already. Joanne was naked, standing quietly, legs a short distance apart as Lenore locked her back into the chastity belt. "I let Joanne scrub up without the belt on." Lenore offered as explanation. She had a little grin on her face. 'We had a little talk about how we were going to move forward living in the same house."

"Oh, is that all you were doing?" I asked. "Smells a little like aroused pussy in here." Lenore grinned at me while Joanne blushed crimson.

"Well, there was a little price to be paid to get the belt removed." Lenore admitted. "But I also wanted to check her for injuries. Her little anal pucker is pretty sore and inflamed. I rubbed a little ointment on it and in it. That got us both going a bit, so we did a little playing. You don't mind do you?" she asked with a wink.

I said,"Not at all."

We had talked already about what she was going to do with Joanne when she set her down to talk. I assumed a little sex would play a part. At the very least Joanne would be nude to put her in the proper submissive mood. As beautiful and sexy as Joanne was, her fully exposed body would be hard to resist touching.

Lenore said she was going to be nice about it but planned to let Joanne know in no uncertain terms she was part of the household and as a free woman had the authority to give orders and expect them to be obeyed. She fully intended to be supportive of Joanne to finish her degree program and would help her develop a career afterwards.

Without being told both Beth and Charlene immediately assumed the 'present' position many used in 'slave yoga'. They stood with their hands behind the small of their backs, legs spread slightly more than shoulder width apart. Head up, but eyes focused on the floor in front of them. Breasts pushed out. Some preferred an alternate version changing the hand position to behind the head with elbows back which was more uncomfortable.

Slave yoga had originated from the large slave markets. It was used to display the females in the best, that meaning the most provocative positions possible. Another position had the female bent over, hands on the floor, with her ass raised to present her crotch from behind. Free women and even high school girls would occasionally practice the positions in private, mostly with the idea of teasing a sexual partner. Christine had once caught Joanne practicing the moves. It led to another long discussion about sexual activity beyond the biological perspective.

I'd overheard Christine and Brenda discussing her. Brenda's comment, 'As sexy as she is, it's gonna be hard to keep the boys away.' was countered by Christine's, 'I just hope she learns from our mistakes and at least keeps her legs together until she finds the right partner." I had not thought about slave yoga since then. I personally thought of it as stupid and just gratuitous. A woman standing casually naked was more arousing to me.

I retrieved the syringe and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. The nurse had told me after the catheters were in place a few days, the women might be incontinent for a time. That might be an inconvenience for them. I decided to remove the catheters as soon as it was practical. Both women assured me they had opened the clamps and drained their bladders. I started with Beth. I had her lay on the towel and spread her thighs. Without any fanfare, I extracted the water from the balloon inside her and pulled out the catheter. She winced as Lenore and I inspected her. Her entire slit was still inflamed. Our touching it told us it was still very sensitive. I described to Lenore how one of the women had pulled back the clitoral hood to expose the clit while another snapped it with a rubber band. Lenore pulled the hood back. She commented it was still pretty swollen. She touched the nub with her forefinger.

Beth could not control her mouth. "Fuck that hurts! Don't poke it like that. At least wet your finger!" Without a word, Lenore pinched the nubbin and pulled it hard. Beth hollered and reflexively moved to stop Lenore. She caught herself and pulled her hands away just in time. Tears coursed down her face. After a quick inspection of her anus, we let her up.

Charlene laid down in the same place. We did the same procedure. She winced when Lenore touched clit in the same way but the only sound she made was by sucking in her breath. Lenore stepped to the nightstand and retrieved the ointment she had used on Joanne and liberally coated the injured areas. Beth looked on wide-eyed. Before she could ask, Lenore said, "Maybe you'll get some some lotion the next time I inspect you if you don't run your mouth." I wanted to laugh at Beth's wide-eyed, mouth moving goldfish expression. As we dismissed the women I saw more tears stream down Beth's cheeks.

Lenore shrugged. "We need to be tough on them. We can always lighten up on them later. I always appreciated Derek's approach. You could say almost anything to him as long as it was polite and respectful. He'd nail a slave to the wall if she was not." I thought about how his girls acted around him. None seemed afraid of him. They joked and teased, but never showed the slightest disrespect.

I decided to do a little 'walk through ' to make sure the girls were down for the night. Not that I was going to tuck them into bed or anything. I just wanted to see if they were settled. I asked Lenore if she wanted to go along. She told me that was my job as master of the house and she wanted to be a 'far' second in command.

"Like the song says, a good woman stands behind her man." she said smiling. I told her the song said stand BY her man. "But if I did that, I could not have aimed your cock up Joanne's butt last night." she giggled. I could tell she was turned on already. "I'm going to take a shower. I want some of my parts 'extra clean'." I took that as cue she wanted oral sex when I got back. I joked that she was not above giving me orders. "Not orders, just expressing my desires. If you express the desire to take me up the ass, I'll clean out back there too. Do you want me to have the lube and a condom ready?" I shook my head and told her only a willing woman. "Always willing for you. I'll make sure of that." she said as she pushed me towards the door to get me started on my rounds.

I started in the living room. The television was on. Both Charlene and Beth were sitting up watching a show, their upper bodies now covered by t-shirts. I could not see if they wore panties as their lower halves were covered by the blanket. Charlene thanked me for taking out the catheters. Beth took the hint and thanked me as well. I asked if either had any problem peeing or if they leaked. Both denied it. Charlene smiled and said the ointment really helped with the irritation 'down there.' Beth frowned slightly but quickly got control of her features and said nothing. I told them I was just doing my walk through, making sure the doors are locked and all are settled.

I was surprised to see Rene and Carol were actually studying. "Lenore said if our GPA was not up to par, we wouldn't stay in school. We really want to stay in college. We are just reviewing some notes." Carol said. "We managed to get them for that class where we screwed up that exam. Another girl gave us a copy of hers. Said she'd kick our slave asses if we told who gave us the notes." Rene giggled and said nobody wants to cross that bitch, Gretchen. I told the girls I was proud of them. They beamed at the praise. "Unless you and Miss Lenore would like us to go to your room, tonight. That would be fun too." Rene mentioned with a big smile. Carol grinned and nodded. I told them for tonight they could study and go to sleep when they were ready. They deserved the night to do what they wanted. Both girls smiled.

In the next room, Sonya was watching television. She wore headphones so the sound did not disturb Joanne and Robin who seemed to be studying across the room. "Sorry, Sir." Sonya said, snatching off the headphones when I moved into her view. "I didn't see you come in."

"Call me sir," I quipped "and you won't see the hand that smacks your ass either. I was doing my rounds and checking to see if everybody was settled in for the night." I said, "Joanne, do we need to talk in private about your advisor? You mentioned she asked for my phone number. Is there a problem?"

"No. Uhhh, well, you see..." Joanne hesitated. "Miriam is a lesbian, well, really she is bi-sexual.You know she is married and has kids. We have talked about a lot of things beyond school. She thought it cool that I would finish my degree, but she said she'd like to get uhhh intimate now I am a slave." I could read between the lines of what she was saying. Her advisor might contact me and ask about using Joanne on occasion. At least that was what I expected. I shrugged. Not sure how to respond, I nodded neutrally.

"Do you think it might help you? I mean with your studies." I asked. I was not quite ready for her response.

"Fuck no!!!" she screeched. "I am doing great on my own. I don't need to have sex with her to do well! We are friends. Or I thought we were. She just thought maybe I'd be available as a toy because I am a slave. That pisses me off!" Joanne declared. I told her okay, no problem and stepped back out of the room.

I went back to my own bedroom. Lenore was on the bed naked. A finger idly stroking her pussy lips. I smiled. "Let me take a quick shower."

"Fuck that! I want you to suck and lick my pussy and then fuck me." Lenore declared. "Then I will suck you off and you can do me again. I want you now!" I was happy to oblige.

When I finally got my breathing back to a normal state, I said "I was thinking how the girls were...." Lenore cut me off.

"Fuck them!" she said. "And I mean that metaphorically. Later we will do them physically. Tonight, it is about US! We'll talk about our slaves later." I was happy to go along. We screwed, sucked, licked, and kissed until we fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to my cell phone alarm. Lenore was just emerging from the bathroom. "Did you know your cell gives a ping as a five minute warning before the alarm? I brushed my teeth. Go brush yours. The coffee pot can wait." she ordered. The sex session that followed was every bit as good as the one last night. I laid back content.

" Damn!" I said. "Are you trying to kill me by fucking me to death?"

Lenore propped herself up on one elbow and looked me straight in the face. "Bas, you have seven slaves. Four of them are younger, have tighter, younger bodies. Sonya is an amazon. Or a thirty year old Valkyrie. I gotta compete somehow." I began to laugh. I flipped her over onto her back.

"You are the one I want." I said. "You rocked my boat like nobody has since Christine. Now I know you do not want to be compared with her. And I am trying hard not to do that. You are every bit as important to me as she was." I offered as I looked down into her face. I knew I'd said the right thing. It wasn't planned but from the heart.

I was in an exceptional mood the when I finally got up. I started the coffee pot and once enough had dripped through to give me a cup, I went to my office. I wanted to find out if the girls had said anything interesting.

Rene and Carol talked a little about their class. I heard a few comments how the hacienda seemed to be crowded but the women got along or at least appeared to work together. Nothing really unusual.

The living room recording was a little different. "He's gone." Beth's voice said. "You just had to thank him for that ointment you got didn't you. Remind me how my pussy is burning. Lenore did a fucking number on me pulling on my clit like that. She knew rubbing it with a dry finger would hurt." Charlene told her it was her own fault for cursing and talking rudely. "She's a bitch! I'd like to twist her clit. See how she likes it. I hate being a slave." Charlene told her she better get used to it. Beth just huffed.

I hit the mother load when I listened in on Robin and Joanne. "Where is Sonya?" Joanne asked. "I don't want her walking in and hearing us. She'll run to Da.. uhh Bas and tell him everything we say."

"When she finished that television show, she said she was going to go make fried apples. She's gonna make them tonight and then warm them up at breakfast. Said she might make waffles in the morning since we are gonna have brunch instead of a regular breakfast." Robin said.

"Yeah, going to make it fancy for Bas. I swear, she has her nose so far up his ass if he turns too fast she'd break it." Joanne said. Robin laughed. "She's not as bad as that cunt Lenore, though. She knew full well last night was my first time having sex with Bas. I'd dreamed it would be special.I even begged for the first time to be in my pussy. I wanted him to make love to me. But NO, the bitch had him take me up the ass. She even guided him in after lubing me just enough to get him inside. She could have given me a plug or something to get me ready or worked me more to stretch me. She wanted it to hurt. She was punishing me for saying that at dinner about her just fucking Bas." Robin asked her what Lenore said tonight.

"She told me she was Queen Bitch around here." Joanne groused. Robin guffawed. "Not in those words, of course. But she made it clear she was going to stick around and she was second in command. I could either deal with it or not. That was the basic gist of the conversation. Then she said she supported Bas letting me stay in school and finishing the program and she would help me find a job and get a career going. It was basically a 'be a good little slave and your life will be good" speech. She talked a little how the girls worked together at the Hacienda and they lived well. At least she offered me some ointment for my butt. Of course she had a little half smile when she asked if it was sore. I would never admit it still hurt like hell and has been burning all day. I would not give her that satisfaction. I just said it was a little tender. She made me turn around and bend over and spread. She looked up my ass and then fingered the ointment up my keister. Of course she used a couple fingers, too. After she did that, she felt my pussy. It was wet so she had me lay on the bed. She fingered my clit and pussy while she sat on my face."

Robin groused, "At least you got a couple orgasms. Fucking Sonya told me I don't get this chastity belt off Tues. She said Bas let her decide about adding a week. She is going to keep me locked until at least next Saturday. If I am good she'll unlock it. That means I need to kiss her ass all week. Maybe literally as well. I'm guessing that part. She didn't say it. I know I fucked up taking that key. I should have just asked her nicely."

"I hate having that bitch Lenore around." Joanne declared. "I was so pissed today when Bas took Lenore to shoot. And then hunting. He used to take me to the range. It was a father daughter thing to shoot together. I hate she's replaced me there as well." Robin pointed out neither of them could touch a firearm. They were convicted criminals.

"We need to get our asses freed." Joanne said. "Leave this shit behind. If I am free, I'll get that trust fund money. I'm hoping we can get our convictions reversed."

"Yeah, well hope in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up faster." Robin said. "How the Hell do you propose to even get a lawyer? Alan defended us pro bono because of Dad. If we'd have had a public defender we'd be in worse shape. At least Alan worked at a defense. What do you plan to use for money? Lenore is gonna monitor that investment account. She might have it sealed. Alan already talked to us about an appeal. He said he did not think we had a case but we could try. An appeal is an automatic five year addition to our sentences if rejected. That is for wasting the court's time."