Enslaved Family

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Chapter 12 - The Third Spring

The next thing I knew there was a handsome young man in scrubs in my bedroom with a breakfast tray. "Good morning, how are you feeling?"

"Sir, Terrible, Sir. Are you an inspector, Sir?"

"No, I'm a nurse. Your Master hired me to look after you." He sat on the bed and held a cup of herb tea for me to sip. "And please call my Malcolm, not Sir. I'm not into S&M myself. But I fully respect the lifestyle your family has chosen. In fact, I think it's a beautiful thing that you can place your trust in another human being so implicitly." I shifted my position, but it hurt so much I moaned. "Go slow. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. Here, this is a strong pain reliever." He put a pill in my mouth and held a cup of warm broth for me to drink and let me chew a few saltines. I started to revive. "Do you think you can drink the rest of this yourself. I'd like to go check on the others."

"My children?"

"They'll be all right. Junior is still curled up but he has that beautiful smile. His eyes are alert and so I don't think there was any serious head trauma. Julie ate a good breakfast and is more relaxed now. Bryan might take a little longer to recover. At his age, his body doesn't heal as fast, but I'm sure he'll do fine. It's mostly bruises. You relax. I'll be back later."

I finished the broth and crackers and fell asleep again. I guess the pill knocked me out. The next thing I was aware of, Malcolm was carrying me into the bathroom. He laid me in the tub filled with wonderful warm water. My muscles began to feel soothed. He sponged my body, taking special care of my abused genitals. He told me he had already bathed the kids and would do Bryan next. His strong arms lifted me out. As I sat on the toilet, he dried me off and then carried me back to my room and tucked me into bed.

A little while later, Mistress came into my room. I tried to get up but didn't have the strength. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, Ma'am."

"Don't move an inch. That's an order. I only came to check on your progress. You're looking much better than last night."

"Ma'am, Malcolm's taking good care of me, Ma'am."

"Yes, Malcolm knows what he's doing. Now Mistress has a little surprise for you."

In walked my son. "Hi, Mom." He was still bent over but he was walking on his own. He came over and jumped on my bed and I moaned again. "Oops, sorry, Mom."

"No, no, no, don't be sorry. It's so good to see you. Ma'am, thank you for bringing him to me, Ma'am." Mistress smiled and went down the hall to Bryan's room. "How are you, Junior? Does it hurt real bad?"

"My head still hurts and and my asshole and I can't straighten up yet but Malcolm says I'll be fine in no fuckin time. He says I'm an athlete so I can take it. He said if you was up to eating lunch, I could bring it to you and we could eat together."

"I'd like that very much, Junior." He jumped off the bed and on impulse wanted to run, but instead he hobbled out. In a few minutes he hobbled back carrying a tray with two plates of buttered toast, a glass of warm milk and a cup of tea, and some pain pills for both of us. It was wonderful sitting up and eating with my boy.

By that evening, Julie was also up and about, and I managed to get myself out of bed with Malcolm's help. Julie and I compared our sore cunts. She was amazed how stretched mine still was. She wondered if it would ever be tight again. I reminded her of my two childbirths and assured her both our holes will return to a size that will give Master pleasurable fucks. She was glad to hear that. As she felt my twat, she said, "Mom, you need to shave."

Even with Malcolm's expert care, it still took over a week for our bodies to feel like their own selves. Mistress allowed the children to miss a few days of school, and zero to take some of his accumulated sick days. When he called in, he told them he'd fallen down the stairs. He still had visible sores on his body when he returned to work, and his buddies were ribbing him. He joked, "Well, actually, my wife beat me up. She didn't like it when I said her witch costume made her look fat." The guys laughed and then they knew he really had fallen down the stairs.

I was ready to do the cooking and the cleaning and Mistress's laundry again, and our household began to return to normal. We said goodbye to Malcolm and wished there were a way to show him our appreciation. Instead we expressed our gratitude to Master and Mistress. We fed them and fucked them and danced for them and got whipped for them, and everyone was happy. One evening, I was sitting on Master's lap with his finger in my tight again love hole. Julie was playing the piano with Mistress's finger up her ass. Zero was strapped upside down to the St. Andrew's Cross and Junior was whipping his ass. Everything seemed right with the world again. I looked at Master's eyes. "Sir, you take such good care of us, Sir. Why did you hire Malcolm to nurse use back to health, Sir?"

"A1, you know you are my property. I take my responsibility very seriously. You four are very important to Mistress and me. At the House of Horrors you were among the wounded soldiers. You fought hard for a very worthy cause. We couldn't just abandon you on the battlefield, could we?"

"Sir, Thank you, Sir." Julie finished her playing and came over to Master. I got off his lap so she could suck his cock. I asked Mistress, "Ma'am, What is the Angels Home anyway, Ma'am?"

"It's a shelter for victims of domestic violence, A1. It's a cause that's very dear to Master's heart and my own. We hate to see innocent children and spouses who've been hurt for no good reason at all. They should put people who do that kind of thing in jail and throw away the key."

Fall turned into winter and we were hit by a severe snow storm. Zero was called in to work overtime on restoring phone service to storm-damaged neighborhoods. We could certainly use the extra money. All the schools were closed so Master and Mistress could spend the whole day playing with the children. Junior looked so cute in his blue Cub Scout beanie and yellow neckerchief hanging on the whipping post getting his naked ass paddled. I felt bad that I was having my monthly period. I so wanted Master to fuck me like he was doing my daughter.

One evening in February, we had just finished giving our online audience a demonstration of the whipping post and had signed out for the night. Master was in a good mood with Julie on his lap. He was fondling her breasts and moved down to her cunnie. Suddenly we heard Julie yell Ouch! I looked and saw Master had pulled his hand away. He was holding his thumb and index finger in a circle, staring at the point where the two digits met. "What the hell is this? Mistress, look! The little bitch is getting pubes!" Julie was holding herself where Master had plucked the errant hair.

"Really? Let me look." Mistress lifted Julie's arm and thought she felt some pit fuzz.

Master was grinning. He returned to her boobs and squeezed them. "Are they tender, little Bitch?" She nodded and he grinned wider. "Mistress, our baby is entering puberty. Have a talk with her."

He stood up and grabbed my ass and danced with me around the room. He was so happy. Junior had no idea why but looked at zero and they both smiled to see Master so uplifted. Mistress was having "the talk" with our daughter. The talk I should be having with her. She was telling her about shaving and waxing and periods and tampons and PMS and getting pregnant. "As soon as you bleed the first time, you call Master. If he's not at home, call him on his cell phone. He wants to know the day you become a woman."

It wasn't long. In April, the girl woke up and saw a light pink spot on her sheet. She didn't tell me. She called Master instead and he came running over. He thought the bloody sheet was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Now he had two breeders. Now maybe one of us could finally have his baby. He took a pink magic marker and Xed the calendar. My three red X's were on the previous week. He counted the days to figure when to bed each of us. In May, Julie's period returned, right in time for her 13th birthday. "That's all right, little Bitch. I didn't expect to get you knocked up the first month." She hugged him. "Now, listen, little Bitch. Listen to Master and do what I tell you. You will never, I mean never, let any boys in your school fuck you. Remember what Nancy Reagan said, 'Just say No.'" Julie, born a decade after the first lady's campaign, had no idea what Master was talking about. "And you will keep condoms on your bedside table so when an inspector or one of my friends wants to fuck you, you can cover his cock. I don't want any seed in here but mine." He stuck his finger in beside the tampon and pulled it out covered in blood.

As the school year wound down, red X's and pink X's continued to appear with regularity on the calendar and I knew Master was feeling sad.

"It's too bad your poor husband has to miss another picnic." Marie was pretending to be concerned but I knew she was only trying to dig up dirt.

"Oh, don't worry, he'll be here later."

"For my carrot cake."

"Hmm," I muttered. Zero had spent three weeks at The Grove. Master scheduled each of us to be sent to the cabins for a separate three week stretch, so there would always be three left to serve Master and Mistress.

"Julie looks a little flushed today. Does she have her visitor?" We're in the 21st century and poor Marie is still calling the period a visitor.

"Yes, she's been menstruating a few months now."

"I hope she's careful." I knew what Marie was insinuating. Like Master, Marie knew what horny teenage boys can be like. I didn't tell Marie that the next day Julie would be leaving for her three week "vacation."

When Master drove away with my daughter in the morning, I hoped she'd find another nice family like the Gundersons to serve. I was worried when I saw she'd left her condoms on her bedside table. Master would be furious if some creep at The Grove got her pregnant. I decided to tell him about her negligence when he got back home that night. Being punished for forgetfulness was preferable to ending up with a bastard kid.

But that evening, Mistress came over by herself. Night after night, zero, A3 and I would feed her and entertain her. She used the whips on all three of us. She used the strapon on all three of us. She seemed happy enough. I quickly realized Master had stayed at the cabins for the three weeks with Julie. I'm sure she was working hard, carrying his loads, running his errands, but at least he was there to protect her cunt from foreign invasion.

The day they came home, Mistress drove me up to The Grove and left me there to take my orders from Master Jesse. I was back in the kitchen, back in the laundry, back on the pool table, completely unaware of the excitement back home.

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