Enslaved Family

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Chapter 1 - The Beginning

It all started five years ago. Zero and I,–sorry. I meant Bryan and I,–had many blessings. Bryan had a good job with the phone company. By living conservatively, we were able to have a comfortable home on just his salary and I could stay home and be a good PTA mom. Oakwood Heights was a suburban development of middle class homes with lots of children for our two to play with. Julie had just turned ten and Bryan, Jr. was still eight. They were both good kids. We were not very strict in our discipline; in fact, we indulged them. But they weren't nasty or snotty. They were smart enough and probably could have done better in school, had we pushed them harder. Julie was a little shy but quite accomplished on the piano, and Junior was more outgoing, made friends easily and was getting into soccer. Life was good.

However, my husband and I were going through a dry period in our love life. We'd tried using some sex toys and OTC treatments. We bought some films to watch and went out on "date nights." We still loved each other tremendously, but the chemistry seemed to have vanished from our bedroom. We'd even discussed bringing in another couple to add some spice, but knew with the children around that wouldn't be possible. I considered talking about our problem with Edith, my very best friend, who lived next door, but in January her husband was transferred to Houston, and by March the house had been sold. Julie and Junior had tears in their eyes when their playmates drove away. And to top it off, a childless couple, the Andersons, moved in.

As spring wound down to summer, it was a relief to leave the windows and doors open and get some fresh air in the house. We all went to Junior's soccer games on Saturdays. We got out the summer clothes and opened the backyard pool.

One day, while Bryan was at work and the kids at school, I was baking some cupcakes while trying to listen to Dr. Phil so I had the TV in the living room turned up a little loud. Suddenly, I was startled to find Mrs. Anderson standing in the kitchen. She looked very professional in her trim pantsuit. I knew she and her husband both worked for a neighboring school district, so I wondered why she wasn't at work. "Your door was open. I guess you didn't hear me. No, don't stop. Keep on with your work." I didn't know why she came over but I continued my baking while she poured herself a cup of coffee. I took the second batch out of the oven and went to put them on the cooling rack and saw she had helped herself to one from the first batch. "I hope you're going to frost these. They need something. Listen, the fuckin paper boy forgot our Journal this morning. Do you have yours?"

"Sure, it's on the coffee table in the living room. After I finish these cupcakes, I was planning to take a few minutes with the crossword puzzle before making the beds. If you want to look something up, Mrs. Anderson, go right ahead." She had not told me her first name.

"OK." She left the kitchen without even a thank you.

By the end of Dr. Phil, I had finished the last batch for the PTA cake sale, so I went in to do my puzzle. The paper was gone. That woman had the gall to take it with her.

By the time June arrived, we were using the pool every day. As soon as the kids got home from school, we got into our suits and enjoyed a nice cooling swim together. Bryan would do a few laps when he got home from work. On the weekends, we practically lived by the pool. Bryan would make dinner on the BarBQ, and we'd all sit around and bask in the sun. On the Saturday before the kids' last week of school, Marie came by to talk about the Oakwood Heights 4th of July picnic. Marie was on the organizing committee and wanted to check what I was planning to bring. Since Edith left, I had been looking for someone else to befriend, so I'd been seeing more of Marie, but I hadn't really warmed up to her. I considered her a busybody.

After she drove away, I headed back to join my family poolside and noticed wet suits draped on the chaise, while the three of them were tossing a big beach ball around in the pool.

"Hi, Mom," said Junior, giggling. "We're skinny dipping! It was Dad's idea."

"Yeah, Mom, come join us," begged Julie.

"Hush, not so loud! The Andersons will hear you!" But I smiled. Before the kids were born, Bryan and I used to go nude around the house often. I started to undo my bra top but first ran back into the house and made sure the front door was closed and locked. Then I joined my family. The freedom felt wonderful. After a while, the four of us climbed out and lay naked on our chaises letting the sun erase our tan lines. That night, Bryan and I hugged and kissed and had a great lovemaking session, even though he still didn't stay hard long enough to satisfy me. We decided to do a lot of nude sunbathing that summer.

That's why two weeks later, the four of us were all lying in the back yard without a stitch of clothing. Bryan was reading a book in his chaise. The children and I had our towels on the ground, lying face down letting the warm sun color our pale asses. I was enjoying the sound the songs of birds in the trees, but Julie and Junior both had on their earphones listening to whatever kids listen to these days.

Suddenly, I heard the gate open and jumped. Mrs. Anderson, dressed in a tight black pantsuit strutted into our back yard. "No, don't get up!" she said. No, she ordered.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Anderson. I'm so embarrassed." I reached for my robe.

Bryan dropped his book and stared at her, wondering what impudence prompted her to interrupt our leisure. The children stood and started pulling their towels around them.

"I said, 'Don't get up!'" she repeated, staring at the little ones. They flopped back down on the ground, quivering.

"Now, listen here," Bryan spoke, gathering all the bravado he could in his naked condition. "You have no right to barge in here and start ordering my family around."

"Shut up!" Bryan's jaw dropped and he didn't say another word. Mrs. Anderson took out her cell phone. "You better get over her right now. You've got to see this." She began strutting around, smirking at all four of us. Bryan was visibly shaking now as well. I figured she had called Mr. Anderson and was annoyed that she invited him over. Why the hell did she think he had to see his neighbors naked?

I'd often watched them leaving for work in the morning or returning home and he was always as professional in appearance as she, with a suit and tie. I suspected he had an administrative position with his district. But when he came through the gate a few minutes later, we was not in a suit. He had black tight jeans and a very snug black shirt with long sleeves. It looked awfully uncomfortable on this hot day, but hugged the rippling muscles of his well-toned body. The Andersons both seemed to favor black in their wardrobe.

"Well, well, I see," he commented to his wife. Then, without addressing us at all, he walked around taking long leering looks at each of our naked bodies. "Four, all dressed for service." He chortled, enjoying the irony of his assessment. "Get over by the pool, all four of you." Bryan obeyed the order quickly, and the rest of us reluctantly trailed behind. "Now on your knees." I looked at Mr. Anderson. Then I stared at Bryan, waiting for him to be a man. But instead he knelt as he was told, and we followed suit. The hard concrete hurt my knees and I could see the kids were grimacing in pain. Mrs. Anderson stood off on the side, grinning from ear to ear, as her husband circled us, placing his hand on each of our heads.

"Mommy, what's going on?" Junior whispered.

"Hey, I don't remember giving you permission to speak," shouted Anderson. He grabbed Junior's arm and pulled him over to the picnic table, where he plopped himself down and set his booted feet on one of the redwood chairs. He lay Junior's scrawny naked body across his lap and swatted his bare ass with his bare hand. Hard. Once.

"Daddy, help me," our baby cried.

We all waited. Bryan was seething. His face was bright red but he didn't stir. Anderson grinned at our son. "You see that, he won't help you. He can't help you. You know why?" Junior shook his head. "Because he isn't man enough. Look at his cock." Junior looked. So did Julie. "Why it isn't much bigger than yours now is it?" Junior shook his head again. I had to agree with the assessment. "His cock is puny, isn't it." Junior nodded. "Now, I want you to go over to him and poke your finger at it and say, "This is a puny cock."

Junior knew the consequences of disobeying. He stood up and walked toward his father. I could see the red handprint on his buttock. He jabbed his finger at Bryan's flaccid manhood. "This is a puny cock," he said loud and clear.

"Excellent, very well done." Junior let a small grin escape. He enjoyed praise. "Now get back on your knees like the others." Anderson looked at Julie. "Come here," he told her. By now, I noticed he never addressed any of us either by name or moniker. He didn't say, "Come here, Little Girl," or "Sweetie," or even "Little Bitch." And he didn't know her name was Julie, and probably didn't even care. She stood up and covered her backside. She wondered why she was in trouble now. Trembling, with tears in her eyes, she made her way to the the picnic table. He pulled her up and sat her on his lap and began running his hands all over her body as he spoke to us.

Indicating Junior with a nod, Anderson said, "Now, the lad asked what was going on. That's what you are all want to know, but only the littlest one had the balls to ask." Julie was squirming as she felt his hands running up and down her chest and thighs, but there was no way she could get away. I noticed Mrs. Anderson just left without a word and went into our house by the kitchen door. "You see, from now on, My wife and I are going to allow you four to be our slaves." He made it sound like a privilege. "You will do whatever we tell you to. There will be many rules to follow, and you shall be punished for any infractions. Do you understand?" We all nodded. "Now here's the first rule to learn. When I ask if you understand, you will reply, 'Sir, Yes, Sir.' Do you understand?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"Whenever you speak to me, you will begin the sentence with 'Sir' and end the sentence with 'Sir.' That is the respect that is due me." At the moment, he was not showing any respect for Julie, pushing his fingers between her legs, rubbing her ten-year old cunny. "Now let's see if you all understand this rule. You!" He looked at Bryan. "What are you now?"

"Sir, we are your slaves, Sir."

"Yes. Keep your face turned down to the ground, but look at me through the top of your eyes. And are you a man?"

"Sir, No, Sir." His voice was faltering.

"Why not?"

"Because my cock is puny." Julie gasped.

"You, tell him what he did wrong."

"Daddy, you didn't say 'Sir' that time."

"Sir, Because my cock is puny, Sir," he corrected himself.

Anderson looked at Julie. "What happens when any of you don't follow my rules."

"Sir, we get punished, Sir," she said nervously.

"So, I should punish him, right?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

Anderson set Julie on her feet. She was relieved to get away from his pawing hands. He nodded to Bryan, who stood up and walked over with his head hung low to receive his just deserts. Anderson stood and took off his leather belt as Bryan stood there trembling. He had Bryan place his hands on the table and bend over. Then he whipped his ass with the belt. We all felt the sting. But Anderson continued and gave him two more belts, before sending him back to his place in line.

Anderson sat back down on the table, picked Julie up and began pawing her all over again. My head was down in submission, but I could still see what he was doing and it angered me. My fists were clenched. He stared at me. "You. What are you now?"

"Sir, we are your slaves, Sir."

"Do I have the right to put my hands on my own property?" He was pinching her little nipples.

"Sir, Yes, Sir." I was seething.

"So, do you like the way I'm handling her? Be honest now."

"Sir, No, Sir." This time Junior gasped. He didn't think I should have answered that way, but Anderson told me to be honest, and he would have known I was lying if I'd said 'Yes'.

"Well, I will stop. For now." He set Julie back down and ordered her to take her place in line. She was so glad to be off his lap that she didn't mind the concrete on her knees this time. "You will take her place." I stood up and walked over to my new Master. I sat on the lap where my daughter had been, and immediately his hands were all over me. He squeezed my breasts. He nuzzled me ear. He felt my hair. I felt my eyes close. I hated him. I hated his hands. But my body felt something it hadn't felt in years. Without his encouragement, I spread my legs. His hand immediately seized the opportunity and he began finger fucking my pussy, in full view of my husband and children.

"You, stand up!" he nodded to Junior. "What are you now?"

"Sir, we are your slaves, Sir."

"I'm getting tired of calling all my slaves 'You.' You need a name."

"Sir, my name is Bryan Junior, Sir."

"No it isn't." Junior looked at him wide-eyed. "As the youngest, you shall be Slave Number Three. Say it."

"Sir, I am Slave Number Three, Sir."

"Your sister will be Number Two. Oh, why are you snickering, #3?" Junior tried not to laugh but he couldn't help it. "Come on, #3, tell me what's so funny. Be honest." I prayed Junior would tell him the truth. I didn't want to see a new handprint on his tender young bottom.

"Sir, number two is what we say when we have to go potty, Sir." He couldn't stifle the giggles any more, and laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha! That is funny, #3. Your sister, #2, has the same name as shit. I like you, #3. You have a great sense of humor." Poor Julie. I knew she was totally humiliated. "Now this slave here is next in line. So, if you are #3, and your sister is #2, what will we call her." To underscore the question, he rammed his finger deep in my cunt, then pulled it out and showed my husband how wet it was. He licked his finger and inserted it back in my cumming hole.

"Sir, uh, I guess she is Number One then, Sir."

"Yes, #3. You are right!" Junior beamed. "You mother is #1, just like piss, ha ha ha. The two bitch slaves both have names that belong in a toilet bowl, ha ha ha. So, that just leaves one more slave that needs a name. The slave with the puny cock. The slave that can't help his children. The slave with the three red welts on his ass. The biggest slave, the oldest slave. He gets the number that shows where he stands, zero.

"Now since you are now our slaves, that means Mrs. Anderson and I own you." He ran his hand through my hair and pulled a hank of it. "Every hair on your pathetic bodies belongs to us." Then he stuck his wicked finger in my mouth. "And every hole on your pathetic bodies belongs to us." He glanced around. "And everything you thought you owned, now belongs to us. This yard, this pool, this house, and everything inside, from the beds right down to the toilet paper. Do you understand?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

I waited for Bryan to voice some objection to this idiocy, but he just cowered in silence.

Just then, Mrs. Anderson came out of my house, carrying one of my silver bowls. She sat down on the table beside her husband and smirked at the way he was manhandling me. She showed him the bowl. I could see the spare house key I kept inside the basement door. I also recognized a handful of plastic binding ties Bryan used at work to tie cables together and bring some order to the spaghetti of underground wires. We found uses for them at home as well and always kept a supply in the kitchen drawer. At the bottom of the bowl were some papers.

Mr. Anderson held up some of the ties. "Yes, these will prove useful." He tossed them back in the bowl and pulled out the papers. They were copies of our bank statements and credit card statements. Underneath them in the bowl was some money. What else did you find?" he asked his wife.

"The refrigerator's pretty well stocked, but the liquor cabinet isn't. They don't have any of your favorite chews. I've started a grocery list. I haven't gotten upstairs yet." This woman was going through every nook and cranny of our home as if it were her own.

"Watch this. #3, I want you to tell my wife all the slaves' new names."

"Sir, Yes, Sir." Junior skipped over in front of Mrs. Anderson with a big grin on his face. "Sir, I am #3, Sir." My son was proud to have the largest number in the household. It was better than "Junior." After all, why would he want to be named after a loser like Bryan.

"No, #3, Mrs. Anderson is your Mistress just as I am your Master. When you speak to her, you use 'Ma'am' instead of 'Sir.'

"Sir, I'm sorry, Sir. Are you going to spank me again, Sir?" He looked up at his Master with big wide eyes.

"No, #3, you didn't know." Junior brightened again. "But you know now, and I'm sure you won't forget."

"Ma'am, I am #3, Ma'am." He skipped over to his sister and poked her in the ribs, "Ma'am, and this is #2, Ma'am. Like shit, Ma'am, he he." He loved his little joke. Then he came to me perched way up on Anderson's lap. My legs were spread wide and the highest point the little eight-year old could reach on my body was right below my cunt where our Master's hand was. He poked me there. "Ma'am, this is #1, Ma'am. Like when you piss in the toilet, Ma'am, he he." I almost pissed myself then. Finally, he skipped over to poor Bryan. "Ma'am, and this is number zero, Ma'am, because he's a great big nothing, Ma'am, he he."

"Oh, thank you, #3, you did a wonderful job." She jabbed my side. "#1, didn't he do a wonderful job?"

"Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"#3, come up here and sit on your Mistress's lap." Junior hopped right up and Mrs. Anderson hugged him tight and gave him a big juicy kiss which made him giggle even more. He didn't mind it a bit when she started caressing his little body and fondling his little boytool.

Mr. Anderson took his finger out of my cunt and held it in front of my son's mouth. "Here, #3, see what #1 tastes like inside her twat." Junior wrinkled up his nose but went ahead and licked Master's finger. He scrunched up his face. "Don't worry, #3, you'll get used to that taste in time." He pushed me roughly off his lap. "OK, #1, get back in line." My cunt was oozing as I made my way back to my husband and daughter. I knelt down between them and without thinking, reached in to masturbate. I was horny as hell. "Oh, no, #1, no one gave you permission to pleasure yourself." He stood up, grabbed one of the plastic ties and came over to me. He grabbed my arms and bound my wrists together behind me. He must have given a silent signal to Mrs. Anderson because she began addressing us as she kept playing with my son's dick.

"Stand up, all three of you. You see, as slaves your purpose now is to give us sexual pleasure. Your cunts don't belong to you, they belong to us, so you are not permitted to masturbate. From now on, whenever any of you are home or in the back yard, you will be naked. You may only get dressed to go to school, or work, or shopping. Otherwise, you must be dressed for service as you are now. Do you understand?"

"Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am," we all answered.

She held up the house key. "We will come into the house any fuckin time we want. That means 24/7. And we expect to find you naked when we do. Then we will use you any fuckin way we want. Do you understand?"

"Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am."

"If we want to kiss you, then we will." She gave Junior another kiss. Mr. Anderson bent down and kissed Julie again. Then he came over and kissed me, sticking his lecherous tongue deep inside. Finally he went to Bryan and kissed him on the mouth long and hard.

"If we want to touch you, then we will. Your bodies belong to us." She gave Junior's nuts a squeeze that made him wince, but he took it like a soldier. I felt My Master's hand caress my ass. I spread my legs, hoping he'd come back to my cunt, but instead he stuck a wet finger up my ass. Then he went to Julie and massaged her tits with gusto. Finally, he went back to Bryan, cupped his balls in his big hand and gripped them. Bryan, the wimp, did not take it as well as his son, and doubled over in pain.

Mistress continued, "Well, number zero, it looks like you want to get down. Go on, get on your hands and knees, zero." Bryan assumed the position. "Zero doesn't have much of a cock, does he, #3?"

"Ma'am, it's puny, Ma'am. Master said it's not much bigger than mine, Ma'am."

"That's right. You want to see what a real man's cock looks like?" Junior nodded enthusiastically. Mr. Anderson unzipped and pulled out an amazing schlong. Soft, it was longer than my husband when hard. It looked as thick as a beer can. I started oozing again, but my hands were tied. I looked over at Julie, whose mouth was agape.

"Zero," Master ordered, "Do your duty." Bryan opened his mouth, engulfed our Master's mantool between his lips and started to suck hard, as if he were a born faggot. We witnessed the appendage grow turgid. It looked like a giant zucchini. Zero, I mean Bryan, was starting to gag but he kept on fellating. Master grabbed zero's head and started to fuck his face with abandon.

Our Mistress instructed, "#3 and #2, you watch carefully. Soon you will be doing this to Master. You, too, #1. Whenever Master wants to get blown, you must all be ready to do the job.

Suddenly, Master pulled out and sprayed copious cream on zero's face. Shot after shot poured out. Finally, the eruptions ceased and as he began to deflate he called, "#2 and #3, come over here." Mistress let go of #3 so he could join his sister in front of Master. "Lick it clean." The two children wrinkled their faces but proceeded to lick Master's cock like it was a big peppermint stick. When it was sufficiently wiped off, Master replaced it inside his pants. I, for one, was disappointed to see it disappear.

"Stand up, zero." The oldest slave stood, his face covered in dripping, drying cum. He took his place in line as did #2 and #3. Bryan's small dick was pointing straight out. The blow job had turned him on. Master warned him not to touch it.

"Master looks hungry. I know I am after watching that." Mistress told #2 to go to the fridge and get the steak I had marinating for our supper tonight. She brought it out and zero was told to fire up the BarBQ. As zero cooked the meat for Master and Mistress, #2 and #3 were ordered to bring out the macaroni salad (which I had made for the 4th of July picnic), two plates, utensils, a six-pack of beer, and a bowl of potato chips. When all was prepared, we four slaves stood and watched the two of them totally consume the steak, the beer, and most of the salad.

After they finished, Master picked up a steak knife and ordered me to come to the table. The children were afraid for my life, but all Master did was cut my wrists loose. Then they ordered us inside and we all went upstairs. They looked through our medicine chest, and took away my contraceptives. They went into our bedroom and opened every drawer. They confiscated my nightgowns and zero's PJs, stuffing them into a pillowcase. "You won't be needing these because as you know you are always to be naked at home. They also took all of Bryan's briefs. They set the KY and the dildos we had bought on top of the bedside tables, and smiled at the sex films we bought. They handed them to the children and ordered them to watch them that night. Then they went into #3's room, went through his drawers and stole all his PJs. The same with #2's room. They also took all our swimsuits since we would be naked in our back yard from now on.

They asked #2 about the fourth bedroom and were told it was for guests. "Not any more. From now on, zero will sleep here. There is no point in zero and #1 sleeping together because they will not be fucking any more. Their bodies are now for our sexual gratification only. #3, start taking zero's clothes out of his old dresser and bring them in here. Zero, bring all your clothes from your old closet." The two male slaves began bringing zero's clothes over to his new bedroom. They had taken away all his briefs, so Mrs. Anderson took #2 back into our bedroom. When they returned, our daughter was carrying four pairs of my sexiest panties. She put them in her daddy's new dresser. These would be the undies he would wear to work from now on.

Our guests left without a word of thanks. We rustled up some franks and beans to feed the kids and ourselves. "I like being a slave," said #3. "It was fun watching zero suck Master's big cock." Bryan wondered if his son would ever call him Daddy again.

"Are you going to call the cops, Daddy?" I watched my husband take a long time to answer Julia's question. I hoped he wouldn't. I had found Anderson's fondling of my twat more exciting than anything Bryan had done for many years. And I thought he was somehow getting perverted enjoyment as well. After he gave Master that blow job his puny cock stayed straight and hard longer than I could ever remember.

Finally, he whispered, "No, not yet." Julia was silent. I noticed Junior was grinning, and I'm afraid I may have been as well.

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