Enslaved Family

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Chapter 13 - The Breeders

After three weeks, Mistress came with Junior. I barely had time to give him a hug before he was deposited in the barracks to serve his three-week sentence and I was on my way home.

When we arrived, Master was heading out the door grinning from ear to ear and whistling. I'd never seen him so happy. When I got inside, I asked zero what was going on.

"Julie missed her period. It's been two weeks. Master just went to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test kit."

I looked over at my daughter. She was hugging Mistress. Both of them were laughing like school girls. Master returned with the kit and we all sat around in the living room watching my daughter pee into a bowl holding the strip in her stream. We waited. It seemed to take forever to react.

"Sir, it's a plus, Sir. It's positive, Sir. I'm going to have your baby, Sir!"

Master hugged Julie. Master hugged Mistress. Mistress hugged Julie. I hugged zero. We all went around hugging each other. My head was spinning. My daughter was going to be a mother. I was going to be a grandmother. Master was going to have his baby. Mistress went into the kitchen and came back with the calendar. "Now let's figure this out, A1. You were supposed to bleed on the first, so let's see, that means you probably conceived around July 18th, the start of your last week at The Grove."

Julie and Master were embracing. "Ma'am, yes, that was the date, Ma'am. Master fucked me every night for three weeks, Ma'am, but somehow we knew that night was special, Ma'am. We could both feel it, couldn't we, Sir. There was even a full moon, remember, Sir?"

"Oh, A1, while I got the calendar here. When did you get your period?"

"Ma'am, July 27th, Ma'am, the day after I got there, Ma'am."

She shook her head and wrote the red Xs. "Well, we won't be needing the pink marker for a while, will we?" My daughter had beaten me in the breeding race.

Zero was beginning to think about the expenses of childbirth. "Sir, she will need a doctor, Sir."

"I know just the man, an obstetrician, well-regarded by his peers. Don't worry, little Bitch, you'll get the best care zero's money can buy." She hugged him tighter.

Mistress took Julie for her first checkup. As a thirteen-year old having her first pregnancy, Dr. Morgan considered her at risk and wanted to keep close tabs on her progress.

At the Labor Day party, Julie sat on Master's lap the whole time, as the rest of her family ran about serving food and drinks, getting whipped and fucked. Master fucked her several times, but didn't permit any of the other guests more than a feel or a blowjob. Even his fucks seemed to be more tender than normal.

When she started eighth grade, she was finishing her seventh week and began to look different. She'd been having nosebleeds and morning sickness, her skin had a certain glow and was breaking out, her clothes were starting to feel tight. In class, she was finding it hard to concentrate on her lessons and made frequent trips to the bathroom.

A3 was in sixth grade now, and had joined the Boy Scouts. New uniform. New Scoutmaster. But pretty much the same routine. Like Akela, this man knew what this Tenderfoot's tender hole was there for. However, Master and Mistress were centering their attention now on his sister. I could empathize with my son. Master seemed to be ignoring me a lot also.

By October, A2's condition was becoming hard to hide. Mistress took her shopping for maternity clothes. The rumor mills were running full speed.

"Poor Julie," Marie said when I met her for coffee.

"These things happen. I know she seems very young, but she's old enough to bear children."

"She's not going to terminate the pregnancy?"

"You mean kill her own baby? No way. She's very happy."

"Well, I don't expect you to tell me who the boy is, but I think his parents should take some responsibility."

"The father will do the responsible thing, Marie."

"But she's so young to take on the responsibilities of motherhood."

"Well, a nice couple has already come forward to adopt the baby. They're wonderful people and can't have children of their own."

"You mean the Andersons?"

"Why, yes, as a matter of fact. They've tried for so many years. Julie is pleased she could give them the child they couldn't have themselves."


Mistress was busy and said I should take Julie to her next appointment. I was thrilled. I wished I could have been allowed to take my daughter to Dr. Morgan from the beginning, but the baby inside her was not mine. From her conception, she belonged to Master who made all the decisions about her welfare.

We sat in the waiting room, looking at magazines. Julie kept feeling her belly and asked me to put my hand there. I so wanted to feel just one little kick. The door opened and the nurse ushered us into an examining room.

I was surprised. Julie was taking off all her clothes. "Sweetie, you don't have to strip like that." I had gone through two pregnancies and while the doctors can look at and feel your most private parts, none of them ever required me to strip bare for an exam. Julie smiled, got totally naked and got up on the table.

The door opened and he walked in. "Very good, you're all ready for your exam." I recognized the voice. "Ah, your Mistress isn't with you today, is she?" Where did I know this man?

"Sir, No, Sir, this is my mother, Sir." She was talking to him just the way she spoke to Master.

"Ah, yes, the Bitch's mother." He looked right at me and I remembered. He was the doctor who brought his daughter to the House of Horrors. Chills ran up and down my body. "Strip, Bitch." My daughter was already naked. What more did he want? "I told you to strip, Bitch!" I realized he was talking to me.

"But, but, I..."

"Shut up, Bitch. Do as you're told. And call me Sir."

"Mommy, please be nice." I looked at my daughter's pleading eyes. I glared at Dr. Morgan and started to take off my clothes.

I stood there naked as he asked Julie about her diet, her sleeping, her physical activity. "This baby is very important to your Master. We don't want to do anything to jeopardize its health. A2, you must follow all my orders."

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

He let Julie get up and then looked at me. "You, too, Bitch. If anything happens to his little baby, who do you think Master will blame?"

"Sir, me, Sir." Whenever anyone that I loved got hurt, it was somehow my fault.

"Get on the table." He took a clinical look at my twat. "Well, I see your time at the House of Horrors didn't leave you maimed for life."

"Sir, No, Sir."

"Always trust your Master to know what's best for you. OK, now in the next room is a fine proper pregnant woman, nothing at all like you two bitches. I want to be in a good mood when I go in there. So, Bitch, you better make me happy." He dropped his pants, climbed on top of me and fucked me on the table. My orgasm was honest and he knew it. He got his pants back on, smiled and left us to get dressed.


At the end of October, Master took a day off from work to bring Julie for an ultrasound. When they came back home, Master was ecstatic. "She's a girl! I'm going to have another bitch!" The two bitches he already had were giddy. We danced about. I even jumped on the stripper pole. That was something I could still do that Julie's belly prevented her from doing. Master laughed and carried me up to my bed for an afternoon fuck. I was thrilled. With all the attention Julie had been getting, I had to settle for only the occasional fuck.

As we were gathered around the Thanksgiving table recounting all the things we were thankful for, Julie suddenly dropped her fork. She looked at Master next to her and giggled. "Sir, I felt her move, Sir." Master put his hands on her belly and tried desperately to feel his little baby move, but it would be a few weeks before anyone else but the mother could detect movement.

As I cleared off the table, Mistress followed my bare ass into the kitchen. She was as happy as Master about the baby they would be adopting as their own. She was smiling as she watched me put the coffee on. But then she got serious. "Hey, Bitch, you forgot to mark your calendar this month."

"Ma'am, No, Ma'am, I didn't forget, Ma'am. I haven't gotten my period yet, Ma'am."

She flipped back a month. "Then you're a week late."

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

Mistress went back to her husband. "She's a week late!" Master grinned. In all the excitement about their baby girl, they'd forgotten to keep careful tabs on my cycle. My periods were ignored just like zero's birthdays. Could it be Master had two loaves in the oven? Or ovens, rather?

The test confirmed it. Twelve years after delivering Junior, I was pregnant again. I was carrying another baby for Master. Now that the pressure to get pregnant was off, that's just what my ovaries decided to do, get pregnant. This one must have been conceived that afternoon when Master got the results of the Julie's ultrasound.


"No, I don't believe it!" Marie was dumbfounded.

"Well, the Andersons were so thrilled about adopting Julie's baby girl, they wanted to give her a sibling. So when they asked me to be a surrogate mother for them, I considered it a privilege."

"I'm floored. That's really going way beyond simple neighborliness."

"But, they were so kind to solve Julie's problem for us, I felt I wanted to help them."

"Bryan doesn't mind?"

"Oh, no, he's as thrilled as the rest of us."


Master and Mistress were in the delivery room April 10th when Julie gave birth. But zero, Junior and I were allowed to stay in the waiting room. Eventually, Dr. Morgan came out. "Your granddaughter is a fine healthy little girl. The Andersons are very pleased."

"And Julie?"

"A2 you mean. At least that's the name tattooed on her ass, ha ha. Yeah, she followed my orders and she'll be fine. In a few weeks, Master will be able to fuck her again." The crude doctor put his hand on my belly. "Let's see, you're about finished with your second trimester. I'll see you next week. And I do mean, see you." He reached behind and goosed me, while grinning at zero.


"What did Julie name the baby?" Marie wanted to hear all about it.

"The Andersons chose the name since she will be their baby. Aphora Anderson."

"Aphora. What an unusual name for a little girl. But very pretty. I like the sound." Master had already taken a marker and written A4 on the baby's sweet little ass. Junior no longer had the highest slave number. The child's name indicated her status. As young and cute and darling as she was, her purpose on earth was to make Master and Mistress happy, to be another bitch in their growing stable.

Junior doted on his little niece. He spent more time in the nursery than in his own room. (Zero's room was made a nursery and he was moved down to the basement next to his workbench.) The twelve-year old loved watching the baby suckle his sister's tits. He loved rocking her in his arms. He even changed her dirty diapers. Mistress taught him how to get the infant accustomed to anal penetration: "Every time she defecates, A3, you put your finger in her anus, using her soft baby shit as lube." Junior thought the baby smiled for him when he finger fucked her.

When Master came over in the evenings, he taught little A4 other lessons she needed to learn to be a good slave bitch. He'd order zero or me to spank her and make her scream, then he'd hug and kiss her, and when she finally stopped crying, he'd let her suckle his dick like a pacifier. Then she'd sit and watch as Junior begged Mistress to paddle his ass. "You see how much your uncle likes that, A4? Some day, you too will beg to be beaten."

Each morning, before heading off to school, Julie pumped her breasts so I could bottlefeed A4 until her mother returned. Junior enjoyed watching the pump while he was waxing his pubes.

A4 was fifteen weeks old when her baby brother came into the world. Both babies had the Anderson name, but of course they stayed in our home. Junior continued to dote on the little girl, but was somewhat cool toward his baby brother. He didn't play with him or watch me feed him, and only changed his diaper if Master ordered him to. When he came home from school one day and got his clothes off, I went into the nursery. Junior was playing with A4, with his ass turned to A5. "Sweetie, what's wrong? Don't you love your own little brother?" I picked my baby up to nurse him.

My oldest son didn't turn to look at his brother at my tit. "A5 is Master's son, and I'm zero's son. I'll probably never be as good as him. I bet when we get big I'll have a puny little dick like zero and he'll have a great big dick like Master." I tried to comfort my insightful son but realized he may be right. I took him and held him to my other breast and let him suckle like he did when he was a baby. His stubble scratched and I reminded him he had to shave before Master came over.

A5 had fallen asleep and I laid him down in his crib and went to the bathroom where his older brother who was taking care of the scraggly whiskers on his upper lip. As I sat on the toilet, he asked, "Mom, do you love me?"

I had just caressed his teenage head to my breast, his lips to my teat. Why would he ask such a question? "Sweetheart! Of course I love you."

"Do you love me as much as Master does?"

"Junior, I'm your mother. No one can ever love you as much as I!" I had tears in my eyes.

He looked right at me and I saw he was crying also. "Then will you do something, Mommy, please?"

"Anything! I'd do anything to show you my love!" I meant it. Why I was ready to let my son fuck me if he wanted, Master be damned. But no, that wasn't what he had in mind.

"Please, spank me. Please, Mommy. That's how I know Master loves me." Junior laid his naked ass across my lap. "Please, Mommy, spank me real hard." Tearfully, I slapped his butt. "Harder, Mommy." My tears were falling on his tattoo. I gave him a couple more whacks, more forceful than the first. "Yes, Mommy, do it more." I kept spanking him over and over. I didn't keep count. I just knew it's what he wanted. My thighs could feel his teenage cock hardening. This was what my masochistic son found pleasurable, and as a loving mother I wanted him to enjoy all the pleasure he could in this cruel world.


At the Oakwood Heights 4th of July picnic, Mistress was bouncing Aphivo on her knee, enjoying the attention everyone gets who has a baby. He was almost a year old then. Master was chasing fifteen-month old Aphora around, who had discovered her legs as well as the delightful game of runaway. Throughout the past year, both children had been taken to work and proudly shown off.

"Aphivo?" asked Marie . "I'm sorry, but I think that's a terrible name for a little boy to be burdened with. What does it mean?"

"It's a nickname for Alpha Phi Omega. That's a service fraternity. Mr. Anderson was very active in it when he was in college. They do a lot of community service. I think the boy will be proud to have that name." I told her the lie I'd rehearsed, knowing my boy, like his three half-siblings, was already branded as a slave. But it was a good cover story. Master actually had been active in APO, a fraternity connected to his beloved Boy Scouts. And service was something A5 was going to learn a lot about, not just from Master and Mistress, but from his family of fellow slaves.


A4 and A5 are both bright babies. They now call everyone in the house by name: "Mazza," "Mizzus," "zero," "Aywun," "Aytoo," "Aytree." Master doesn't permit us to use any baby talk around them. They are learning their numbers by counting the strokes as we get our asses whipped in front of them. They are learning their manners by hearing us say "Sir, Thank you, Sir" whenever we are disciplined. Aphora likes to play with her large collection of dolls, two dressed in black and the others all naked. Aphivo's favorite toys are a pailful of multicolored plastic dildos. He takes them out, stands them up in lines and knocks them down like bowling pins. No one had to teach him to suck on them, but Master showed him where to stick them, so now the boy makes Aywun stop in the middle of my endless chores, sit on the floor and spread my legs so he can push them in and out of my cunt, or I get on all fours so he can fuck my ass with one. It's helping him develop his manual dexterity. I sanitize them every chance I get. A5 also likes to poke his fingers into zero's cock cage, and like every baby his age, tries to put it in his mouth, a stunt he knows makes Master laugh.

When A4 was potty trained, the diapers disappeared from the house. I didn't think A5 was ready, but Master insisted it was better for both children to be totally naked in the house like the rest of the slaves. If there's an occasional accident, that just gives Master an excuse to order me to spank the baby, so Master can comfort him and give him his favorite pacifier, the one Master always keeps in his pants.

In the evenings, there's lots of laughter as the little ones sit with Master, who tickles and fondles them and shows them how much the other four slaves love their whippings. The babies have not been tattooed yet, but one of A3's jobs is to write their IDs on their squirming naked asses. In the summer, they took Water Baby classes so they can swim with us in the pool.

We keep wondering when Master plans to fuck the babies, with his cock that is, because he's already finger fucking them. It's fun to watch them squiggling as he pokes his finger up their assholes. They already know they can't escape his penetrations. They don't like it yet, but they don't resist any more. In time, they'll learn to enjoy having Master's cock inside them as much as the rest of us.

Julie and I still breast-feed them even though they've graduated to baby food. When Julie was sent to the Gundersons, I managed to feed both babies. She couldn't stop lactating so Ray helped her. He loved suckling her tits, drinking fresh Mother's Milk direct from the cow. What he didn't like so much was putting the condoms on, but of course that's the only way Master would permit any one else fucking his breeder.

In return, when I was sent back to the Klamaths, Julie was able to feed my baby with her own. Junior, going on fourteen, finds the sight of her big wet boobs very stimulating. With his cracking voice, his zits, and the way his dick springs up at the least provocation, Junior reminds me so much of Chuck. The only release he is permitted is inside Mistress's cunt and up her and Master's asses. He is not allowed to discover his own sexuality, gay, straight or bi. His horny adolescent dick, like his asshole, is only there to give them pleasure.

Just before leaving for my vacation, (as strenuous as the Klamaths' regimen was, it actually did feel like a vacation, getting away from two active one-year olds), I discovered I'm carrying Asix. I'm a little concerned about this pregnancy. I'm the age Mrs. Gunderson was when she conceived Ray. My eggs are getting old. I wouldn't really mind having a child as loving and innocent as Ray. In fact, a Down's Syndrome child may find it easier to accept a life of slavery. I think Master might feel the same because he asked Dr. Morgan not to perform amniocentesis; he doesn't even want to know the baby's gender until it arrives, which will be the end of next April.

Zero, A2, A3 and I are doing everything we can to help A4 and A5 become good submissive obedient slaves. And A6 also when it arrives, and who knows how many others, as Master continues to breed his loving bitches.

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