Enslaved Family

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Chapter 10 - The Second Summer

"A1 is here, Honey!" I couldn't believe my eyes. Master had given me to the Klamaths for the week. I immediately knew what I was in for. Lots of daily exercise, heavy household chores, plates of strange foods and no sex whatsoever.

I came home a week later with muscles I never knew I had. This time, Master fucked me for hours. He really missed his breeder. Unfortunately, in June my period returned. I was really beginning to feel very anxious about getting pregnant. Each time, he put a few million little swimmers inside me, I hoped one of them, just one, would be able to find my egg. "Come on, boys," I imagined the ovum saying, "You can do it. I'm waiting for you. I want you really bad. Keep trying, little fellas. Let's make a baby together." I climbed on my new post and took the punishment each month for my uncooperative ovaries.

My husband was so used to his cock cage now, he felt naked whenever Master removed it for any reason. It was never off for very long. At the end of June, zero was sent to The Grove for his vacation. Alone. Without his family. I knew his hands would be kept busy with all the upkeep the large resort required, and his ass would be kept busy with all the perverts there.

At the Oakwood Heights 4th of July picnic, Marie was asking me all kinds of questions. "Where's your husband and your son?"

"Junior went off to Scout camp for two weeks," I lied. Mistress had actually taken him back to The Grove that morning. "And Bryan was away but he's coming home today. He'll be here in time to try your delicious carrot cake." I tried not to show my concern but I was really worried about Junior alone in that awful place. When zero came home, I asked him what he thought; he had seen the place this year. What would the other children be doing to our son for two long weeks? What would the adults be sticking up his poor little asshole? Zero's noncommittal answers were little comfort to me. He did say he saw Chuck (74). The boy even sent a kiss to me that zero delivered. I smiled at my memories. But I knew that meant Master Homo was there as well. And he no doubt was making the boy's life miserable, and probably had his way with zero a few times as well.

When Junior came home after two weeks, he came skipping up the front door, gave me a big hug and quickly got his clothes off. "I'm glad to be home, Mom. Is Master coming over? I hope so. I want to thank him. You think he'll want to fuck my ass? Or maybe whip me? I didn't get no fucks or whippings for fourteen days!" It turned out, Junior had spent the two weeks with those same two ladies, the ones who dominated their husbands. They spoiled him rotten, but now he was tired of being babied. He was ready to be a good slave again.

Four days later, Julie was driven off again for another week with Ray Gunderson. Even though, our family was spending no vacation time with all four of us together, July had provided happy days for both my children. I wanted to thank Master for arranging that, but I still couldn't give him the thing he wanted most.

At the end of July, it was evidently time to do penance because I was sent to the Klamaths yet again for a week. Timed laps in their pool, timed races on their track, timed pushups. I felt like one of the Olympians. Not the modern ones, the ancient ones who competed naked.

Junior unfortunately, also had to do penance, though I'm not sure for what. In August he was sent to spend two weeks in the Sanjays home. The children were all a year older now, including the baby girl who delighted in shouting, "A3, catch me" and then running away. The Sanjays had a large yard with lots of trees, most of which Junior was tied to at some time during his stay. In fact, Junior taught them some of the knots he learned in Cub Scouts, so they were able to bind him much more securely than the year before at The Grove. The children had many Indian friends who came over to play with the peculiar American who never wore clothes and had his strange name tattooed on his butt.

When Junior came home, there was just enough time for Julie to go and spend one more week with Ray before the Labor Day party. Once again we were all together as a family, entertaining Master's guests who insisted on trying out all our new equipment. Besides the permanent steel fixtures bolted in place, we now had a wonderful assortment of whips and paddles and crops, as well as dildos and vibrators and strapons. And the guests needed to test out every one. Even the Sanjays, all six of them, were there to enjoy the fun.

Junior went into fifth grade and Julie into seventh. Master had a stern talk with her. "Junior High will have a lot of temptations, little Bitch. Boys that age are just bundles of raging adolescent hormones. They'll try all sorts of ways to trick a sweet innocent girl like you. So you must keep your wits about you. You're a very smart bitch and I expect you to be strong, and keep yourself pure." Then he took her to bed and fucked her.

In the middle of September, zero got his other vacation week. All year long, one member or another of our family would disappear and it wasn't until they returned one or two weeks that we found out where they'd been. So when my husband was driven away, the rest of us could only hope for the best. We knew he wasn't headed for The Grove, since their season had ended.

That evening, Master came over and ordered us to go online. The three of us steeled ourselves. Whenever we turned on our cam, we never knew who would be watching or what we'd be ordered to do.

"Good Evening, Anderson!" Master was holding the cam in his hand and Julie was sitting on his lap with the laptop. Junior and I looked at each other. We both recognized that voice from long ago. Master Homo.

"Good Evening, my Friend."

"I hope you and the Mistress are both well. Listen, I sure hope you don't bear any grudges for opening up your boy." I saw Junior wince. It had been fourteen months and he was still having nightmares about that rape.

"Ancient history, me Friend. I never held you responsible. You did what you had to do. You had to teach her that no one fucks with your kid." I turned red. Master was reminding me again it was all my fault.

"So let me see the boy." Master pointed the cam at Junior's face. "Ah, yes, there he is. The same scared little faggot I ravaged last year. But now I want to see his other end." Master made Junior bend over and pointed the cam at his ten-year old hole. "Oh my, yes. I like your tattoo, A3. But I like your little hole even better." On the screen we had to watch this creep point his cam on his dick. There it was in all it's vile throbbing glory. "You see, A3, my cock is really excited to see your fuckin asshole. Is your asshole excited to see my fuckin cock?"

"Sir, No, Sir."

"Oh? You mean it's not hungering for this man meat?"

"Sir, No, Sir."

"Then I guess your asshole is getting lots of fucks these days. That's what it was made for, you know.""

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"When was the last time it got fucked by a nice big cock like this?"

"Sir, Last night, Sir." I didn't remember my baby boy getting fucked the night before.

"Who did it, A3?"

"Sir, my Scoutleader, Sir." That was a revelation to me. I wondered when Akela had moved from oral to anal.

"Excellent, A3. Well, I wish I was right there right now fucking your ass like Mr. Boy Scout, but I'm not."

"Sir, No, Sir."

"So we'll do the next best thing. You run up to your room and get the present I sent you last Christmas. Don't take too long. I'm going to count to ten. One... Two..." Junior went scampering up the stairs and came running back just as the count reached "Nine... Ten." He was holding the big purple butt plug. Now I knew this creep was the secret Santa. "Do you like your present, A3?"

"Sir, No, Sir."

"Excellent. Now let Master point the cam at your hole again so I can watch you insert you. Oh, my, I see you brought lube with you, you wuss. There now, push it in, Faggot. All the way." My poor son was wincing in pain, but pushed it completely inside. "Excellent. No, don't sit down on the couch. Sit on the hard coffee table. That will hold it in there nice and firm. We don't want it slipping out now, do we?"

"Sir, No, Sir." Junior sat on the table. The pain must have been excruciating. Both Master Homo and Master Anderson had a good laugh.

"Now, let me see the faggot's Mommy. Ah, there you are. I got a present for you too, Bitch." He turned the cam away from his stinkin dick, none too soon, and then I was looking at his beautiful nephew's face.

"Hi, A1." The boy was trying hard to smile, for my sake. I thought he had fewer zits than when I last saw him, but his dimples were as darling as ever.

"Hi, 74." Master Homo pulled the cam back for a wider angle. "74, what happened to your arm?" It was in a cast from the elbow to the thumb.

"Aw, nothin. I got tackled in football." I hope he was telling me the truth, but I wondered if his uncle was to blame.

Master Homo moved the cam lower to show Chuck's adolescent erection. "You see that, A1? You know why he popped a boner, A1? Cause he was thinkin 'bout you, you pedo Bitch. Ain't that right, Faggot?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir," Chuck answered.

"He's been thinkin about you, Bitch, all day long and his faggot boy dick can't stay down. Ain't that right, Faggot?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir." He was blushing but I was touched the horny boy found me attractive.

"Well, I'm fuckin sick of it. Turn around and show her your faggot ass." Master Homo zoomed in on Chuck's butt. It was bright red. He'd been beaten. Probably because of the erections I had caused him to have. Why was everyone's suffering my fault?

"Let me see that precious little faggot boy again." Master Anderson turned the cam away from me to my poor son impaled on the table. "Faggot boy, I want to tell you something about 74. When he was ten, even his own parents knew he was a loser. So I did them a big favor. I said I'd take the trash off their hands. Ever since they gave him up, they never once asked about him. He wasn't worth anything to them, and the only reason I keep him around is for his sorry ass. But 74 still gets these fancy ideas that he's more than a fuckin faggot. A3, In a couple years, you're going to be a teenager, and you're also going to think you're more than a fuckin faggot. Well, you ain't, A3. Just like 74, you'll never be anything more than a fuckin faggot. You hear me?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir." Junior squirmed on his butt plug.

Master Anderson spoke up. "My Friend, did you get the present I sent you."

"Ah, yes, Anderson, right over here." He pointed the cam to the corner of the room. I saw a blanket thrown over something rectangular. A cardboard box or a crate, perhaps, about the size of a washing machine. But obviously, Master wouldn't be sending such a household item. I tried to imagine what kind of sadistic device was under the blanket. And whatever it was, would I have to endure the sight of poor Chuck being strapped to it and tortured for my sins? "74, you Faggot. Go over there and take the blanket off, so Master Anderson can see his gift arrived in good condition." When the blanket came off, we saw a small cage, and then inside the cage, in an awkwardly cramped position, we saw zero. Master in his infinite capacity for sadistic humor had sent my husband to spend the week with his "friend," Master Homo, and his unfortunate nephew.

Zero's knees were folded up by his shoulders. His arms were squeezed at his sides. His head was bent down, and if it weren't for the unmistakable cock cage, I might not have recognized him. When Master Homo brought the cam closer, I could see Bryan's face. He looked miserable. I knew he hated to have his family see him reduced to this. "You see, A3, here's your daddy zero! And you're zero Junior. He's nothing but a fuckin faggot. And that's all you're going to be, another fuckin faggot just like your daddy zero. Do you know the only thing fuckin faggots are good for, A3?"

My boy nervously answered, "Sir, fucking, Sir," as he sat there with that awful thing shoved up his ass.

"That's right, kid, so let's get right down to business." As the children and I watched on the screen, Master Homo bent his nephew over the cage and fucked his red ass long and hard. Then he tossed him aside like used toilet paper and opened the cage. He pulled zero out, uncaring about his sore muscles, laid him over the cage and fucked him with no less vigor than he had the boy. He made sure we got a good look at the cum dribbling out of zero's hole, before he pushed him back into the cage. "Thanks, Anderson, I'll make good use of your gift this week."

"It was my pleasure, my Friend. Good night." He logged out laughing. "Come on, A2, all that gay fucking put me in the mood for some hetero action." He took her up to the bedroom and her brother and I just hugged each other tight. We both knew we needed comforting after what we'd witnessed. Poor Junior. He had just been told by a Master (and Masters knew everything) that he would never be anything more than a fuckin faggot. I gently helped Junior remove his butt plug.

I couldn't sleep that night. I kept pondering Master Homo's sneering words. As much as I hated him, and what he was doing to poor Chuck, (well, also to zero, but honestly, I was more worried about Chuck), perhaps his assessment of the human race was accurate. Perhaps there are two breeds of people: Masters and slaves. Master and Mistress certainly seemed to have an innate capacity to control and direct and make ultimate decisions. So perhaps zero and I were also destined for the life of servitude, and perhaps our ultimate purpose was to breed more slaves for them.

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