Enslaved Family

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Chapter 11 - The Horrors

Zero came back home at the end of "vacation" week. He didn't talk much about it, but I gleaned a few facts. While Chuck was at school and his uncle was at work, zero was left in that tiny cage for the day. He was pulled out in the evening to do Master Homo's bidding until they went to bed. He slept on the floor beside the pervert's bed so he could get his ass fucked at all hours of the night. After breakfast, he was put back in the cage. There wasn't much I could do to comfort my husband, and when his birthday came at the beginning of October, it was ignored like most years.

Mistress came by after work one day with a bunch of flyers for me to fold and stuff into envelops. The worst part was licking the envelopes. Mindlessly, I read the flyer:
Halloween House of Horrors for Charity
Wednesday, October 31st, 7 PM to midnight
Miller's Barn
Fun for the whole family
General admission, $1000
Individual scenes, $400 each, or 6 for $2000
All proceeds go to the Angels Home and are tax-deductible

There was no address given, so the recipients must know where Miller's barn was. Mistress returned with address labels and stamps and wondered why I hadn't finished yet. "You read it?"

"Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am, it sounds like a fun event, Ma'am, and for a worthy cause, I guess, Ma'am."

"You will be there."

"Ma'am, we couldn't afford that."

"You have a CD maturing on October 16th, for over $7000. That will cover your four general admission tickets and four individual scenes, one for each of you, so that's only $5600. The children will have a lot of fun. You know how important they both are to Master and me. You will be there."

"Ma'am, I don't understand about the individual scenes, Ma'am?"

"With general admission tickets people can walk around and look at all the scenes. There are bleachers to sit on and watch. But most people want to participate in the scenes, so they pay extra. Now you'll have to be there at 5 PM. I promised the Dungeon Master you would help him set up the scenes."

"Ma'am, Thank you, Ma'am."

The children were excited. They'd been to Halloween scary walks before but this one was so expensive, it must be extra special, extra horrifying. Zero was concerned about spending his hard-earned savings, but at least it was tax-deductible. "Maybe Junior will go to college on an athletic scholarship?"

Miller's place was way out in the country. Even with Mistress's directions, it was hard to find. We were worried we wouldn't get there in time, but just before 5 PM we pulled up to the barn. We paid our money at the door and got our four individual scene tickets. It was an old horse barn and still had a faint manure fragrance. Each stall inside was being set up as a "scene". Banners were being hung over them: "Headless Girl," "Caged Animal," "Doctor's office." We were a little worried when we saw some naked people carrying tools and climbing ladders. We asked one of them to direct us to the Dungeon Master.

"There you are!" he shouted. "You were supposed to be here at 5. You're three minutes late." He tossed a cardboard box at us. "Strip and throw all your clothes in there."

"You don't understand, we bought tickets. See?" Zero held up the four tickets.

He grabbed them out of zero's hands "No, you fuckin uppity slave. You don't understand. I said strip!" We obeyed and joined the other naked slaves setting up the scenes. My poor children, conned yet again. Why did we always fall for Master's cruel jokes? Why did he always have to delude the children into thinking they were getting a wonderful surprise when all along he knew better? It was the Labor Day party all over again. And the vacation in the mountains. And the big Christmas present. And like the stupid gullible slaves we are, we fall for it every fuckin time!!

I was ordered to work with an elderly male slave with "Old Man" written on his ass. We ran about following orders to move equipment. We had to move a St. Andrew's Cross, a Whipping Post, a dunking stool, then carry two obstetric examining tables (with stirrups) into the "Doctor's Office" stall. All of these were heavy but the Dungeon Master didn't see why my gender or the man's age should deter us. We were expected to carry them. My children, along with some others even younger, were wiping down the spectator seats with a bleach solution. Zero had a tool box and was hammering, screwing and sawing on demand.

"How long have you been a slave?" I asked Old Man.

"About thirty years now. How long for your family?"

"The day after tomorrow will be two years and four months."

"Tell the children it gets better with time."

"That's good to know."

"It doesn't get better, but you have to tell them that anyway. Keep hope alive."

"Who is your Master?"

"My grandson. When he was little, I wanted to be his friend, so I guess I spoiled him. He was into the 'Dungeons and Dragons' game and I indulged his fantasy. Well, it grew from there and now he's a real Dungeon Master."

"You mean?" I pointed to the man giving all the orders. Old Man nodded. He didn't want to say any more. I began to think about how Bryan and I once spoiled our own children. If Master hadn't taken over and shown them some discipline, no telling how they might have turned out. They could have been become dropouts, druggies, gang members. But now I know they'll be none of those things. They've learned to show respect for their betters, just like their parents have.

Just then the Dungeon Master came over and grabbed his grandfather's arm. "Come on, Old Man, it's time to get you installed. Where the hell is your barker?" He dragged Old Man to the stall with The Throne banner. There was a toilet seat atop a one foot high stage. The DM opened the top of the stage and pushed Old Man down into it face up. It was a cramped space and his head was pushed into the area right under the toilet. I knew because that section of the stage had clear windows and was lighted so the audience could see his poor old head. DM closed the stage and bolted it. Was he really going to invite perverts and their kiddies to piss into the toilet on his own grandfather? Were they going to shit on him also? What kind of person would do that to his own kin?

I was told to come help a mother restrain her six-year old boy. We had to hold his hands and feet as men strapped his arms and legs to the spokes of a wheel. They seemed to delight in his screams. His waist was also strapped down and once he was secure, they lifted the wheel and installed it vertically on an axle. Then the mother was strapped to her own horizontal wheel below him. The men put a tube in the boy's mouth and made him drink a good quart of water. This was a game of chance; if you bought tickets for this scene, you could spin both wheels, making the boy scream more and his mother cry. Between spins, the boy would be given more to drink. And if you were lucky, his mother would be right in position to get the boy's piss in her face. Then you'd win a free ticket to use in any of the scenes.

"OK, Anderson slaves. Get over here. A3, you're going to be in this scene." The banner read "Glory Ball." There were two hemispheres made of aluminum, fitted with baffles inside and one round opening each. I guessed the diameter to be about two and a half feet. My son was made to squeeze into one so his legs were up against his chest. His naked ass was pressed against the round hole. Then the other hemisphere was placed over him. Zero had to tighten the screws that held the two together. Junior's mouth could be seen in the other hole. His face must have been pressed against the ball. Obviously, he couldn't see a thing. Also in the stall was a shelf with dildos and strapons, a spigot with a hose attached, and a playground slide. DM turned to a man with a microphone. "Now, Barker, let's hear your spiel."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls. Come play with the Glory Ball. Lots of fun for all ages. Even the little ones will enjoy rolling it about the floor and kicking it. And you Men, show your children how strong you are by lifting the ball up and tossing it in the air. Then put it on the slide so we can all watch it roll back down. And to reward your hard efforts, the ball is equipped with not one, but two, glory holes to satisfy your aching cock. And you ladies and girls, we don't want you to miss the fun. Come try out our assortment of dildos. Come. Twenty minutes of fun for only one ticket! And remember all proceeds go to the Angels Home. So be generous. Just one thing we ask. When you finish using the glory holes, please hose them out as a courtesy to the next customer."

By then, I realized Julia was already being placed into the "Headless Girl" scene. She was lying naked on a bed, her shoulders resting on a pillow and her head beyond on another pillow. She looked much more comfortable than her brother. "Now hold still, little Bitch, or you really will be a headless girl." DM untied a rope on the wall and lowered a false wall with a round cutout that accommodated her neck. On our side, the wall had a headboard, so it looked as if the bed ended there. Except for the stocklike frame on her neck, she was not otherwise restrained. She could move her young arms and legs and really did look like a headless girl.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," her Barker began rehearsing his spiel. "Come see the amazing headless girl. Born eight years ago in Turkey, doctors thought she wouldn't survive. But look at how alive and active she is today." He poked her foot with his pointer. Ladies and Girls, come feel her smooth young arms and legs. Little Boys, come play with her boobs and see what her little cunnie feels like. Now you may wonder how an eight-year old could be so well developed. The only explanation doctors can give is that the energy she would have wasted in talking and looking around and thinking, that energy in the headless girl was redirected to her genitals. Now Gentlemen, I don't need to tell you what you can do with her young cunt, do I? Maybe tonight, some young boys will have a chance to lose their virginity. Oh yes, Ladies, we have dildos and strapons for you to use. Come. Twenty minutes of fun for only one ticket! And remember all proceeds go to the Angels Home. So be generous."

In the scene next to her was her father, the Caged Animal! He was forced to squeeze into a cage smaller even than the one we'd seen at Master Homo's, a kennel meant for a medium size dog. His knees were up against his shoulders. "It was discovered a hundred years ago in a small Philippine Island. We don't know its age, or its species. We don't even know its gender. As you can see it has no tits so it isn't female. And look very closely at this small cage." He poked at zero's dick. Obviously, it isn't a real male either. So we just call it IT. Come, for only one ticket you can have twenty minutes to examine it more closely. We have sticks for poking and pails for dousing. And if you are really brave, you can try touching it through the bars. The cage is quite strong, but be careful. We can't predict what it might do."

The Dungeon Master pulled me into the Doctors Office. There was already a naked man strapped into one of the tables, his feet in the stirrups, his asshole in full view. I was put into the other table, similarly vulnerable. "Barker, I don't have time to listen to your spiel, but be sure to point to all the gleaming stainless steel equipment on the side table, the forceps, speculums, sounds, proctoscopes. Invite the little ones especially to come up and play doctor. And be sure to remind them it's all for charity.

The doors were opened and well-costumed families began filing in. Children were running all over laughing at the different stalls, deciding where to use their tickets. The Barkers began competing for business. The boy on the wheel was screaming. Concessionaires were going through the bleachers selling beer and coke, hot dogs and popcorn. It was pandemonium.

Soon enough, a teenage patron was examining me, making crude doctor jokes. He used the forceps on my tits while his young buddy clipped them on my partner's scrotum. "What are these for?" he asked the barker. When he found out what sounds were used for, he giggled and started pushing one up my urethra. His buddy asked him to help get one into the man's dick. They grabbed the speculums but decided to use the proctoscopes instead. Our asses were opened wide and the boys peered inside and laughed. "Looks like a spittoon," my young intern said, and he spat a big goober into it. The Barker told them their twenty minutes were over and so they roughly removed the equipment from our bodies and went off. "Come on, I want to fuck the headless girl."

Next, a man came to me with a daughter about twelve. Apparently, he really was a doctor, and wanted to give her a lesson. He showed her how to use the tools properly. He had her insert the speculum in my cunt and force it open. That way she could see the various parts of the female anatomy. I was like a frog they dissect in high school.

For the next several hours customers of all ages exchanged their tickets for the privilege of clipping and clamping me, forcing open my various orifices, looking in, spitting in, pissing in, and irrigating me, and having the fun of their lives. At one point, a man encouraged his six-year old son to push his hand inside my cunt and feel how gooey it was. My male partner was getting the same treatment. I tried to take my mind off what these crude people were doing to me. I thought about my poor son locked inside his glory ball getting knocked around and fucked by these same perverts. Sometimes I heard my husband in his cage screaming like a truly wild animal as he was poked with poles all over his naked body. I imagined I could also hear poor Julie getting fucked over and over in her stupid bed.

The crowd finally died down and around midnight, the doors closed. I was exhausted. Master and Mistress came over and unbound my fetters. My legs were weak. My head was spinning. They tenderly wrapped me up in a blanket they had brought from home, and Master gently carried me out to our car and laid me on the front passenger seat. In a few minutes, he brought out zero's crumpled and blanketed body and laid it in the back seat. He was in the fetal position. I lost consciousness. At one point I was aware that Mistress was driving my car. And then I knew that Master was laying me down in bed. Then I was asleep. I later learned they had similarly tended after the two children, laying them in Master's car. They had put all four of us to bed.

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