Enslaved Family

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Chapter 3 - The First Fall

It was a welcome return to some normalcy when Julie and Junior got on the school bus in the morning, dressed in ordinary clothes, backpacks on their backs. Zero had already left for his job. I was alone in the house but had plenty of chores to do, including the Andersons' laundry. I knew they too were now at work in their own school district. As busy as I was, I felt a certain sense of freedom knowing they were not around.

As I was vacuuming I realized the front door was wide open. How could I forget to have closed it? Here I was stark naked and anyone could come to the door: a friend, a deliveryman, anyone! I shut off the vacuum and then heard someone rustling about in my kitchen. Nervously, I went to investigate.

"Hello, Bitch," said a woman's voice. "I was sent over to inspect. Don't stop what you're doing." I saw she was carrying a clipboard. I recognized her now as one of the guests at the party two nights before. "I thought I told you not to stop, Bitch!" I went back to vacuuming as she wandered about the house. Suddenly, the vacuum shut off; she had pulled the cord out of the wall socket. "Well, I see you haven't cleaned up the breakfast dishes yet, Lazy Bitch. Now get over here and let me examine your body." She felt my arms and legs which seemed smooth enough for her. When she checked my cunt, she saw the tampon. "When did you get your period, Bitch?"

"Ma'am, just this morning, Ma'am."

"Did you mark the calendar?"

"Ma'am, not yet, Ma'am." She made a note on the clipboard.

"Do it now." I went over and drew a large red X on the date. She flipped the pages back over the last couple months and noticed I had a fairly regular 29-day cycle. She frowned and made a note. "Master won't be pleased." I wasn't sure if she was referring to the fact that I hadn't marked the calendar or to something else. "OK, up to zero's bedroom." She told me to lay on my husband's bed and took the strap-on off his dresser. She took off her pants, donned the fake phallus and positioned herself above me. She spat on my face, gave my tits a firm squeeze, and then began prodding my vagina. When my juices were sufficiently stimulated, she began fucking me with the plastic cock as vigorously as any man. We both started screaming in orgasm and I wondered if the front door was still open.

When she'd gotten her jollies, she stood up and squatted on my face so I could munch her muff. Then she raised herself up slightly and pissed. The streams rolled off my face on to zero's pillow. She stood and got dressed.

"Just a few words before I leave. You will not change zero's bed; let him sleep with the stink of piss tonight." She picked up the clipboard, her mission completed. "Master wants you to remember you are never really alone. Now, lay there until you hear the front door close, then go back to your duties." I lay there thinking and of course I realized she was right. Over the past summer, we had learned we could never really count on being alone. Julie might be sleeping in her bed and waken to find Master standing over her with a cock in need of a blow job. Junior might be sitting on the toilet in the half bath making a crap when Mistress would open the door and watch him as he wiped his ass. I might be shaving my legs in the master bath and have a total stranger with a clipboard come in and rifle through my medicine chest. Zero might be mowing the front lawn, enjoying a moment of permissible clothes, when Master would come strutting across from his house, and zero would immediately cut the engine and follow him indoors.

That evening, Master quizzed the children about their lessons that day. Then he checked over their homework. "You will both get good report cards this term. That is an order. Do you understand?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"That means you will listen carefully to your teachers and do all your lessons. No goofing off." I realized that if the children's grades started slipping, the counselors would begin looking for a reason, and Master didn't need anyone sticking their nose into our affairs.

Master looked at me. "I understand there were a few problems with your inspection today. Bend over." He gave me a few lashes for the shaving and I guess for the calendar. Before he left, he took both kids on his lap and played with their privates.

On Friday night, Master came by about 6:30. "#3, go put some play clothes on."

"Sir, where am I going, Sir?"

"To Cub Scouts. You're joining a pack tonight."

"Wow, Super. I mean, Sir, Thank you, Sir." The boy ran upstairs and in less than a minute was back down dressed to go out.

"I was a Cub Scout, Boy Scout, Explorer, Eagle, the whole nine yards. Fuckin fine organization. Teach you some discipline. Come on, let's go."

I watched as Master whisked our son away. A half hour later, I heard his car returning. I peeked out the window and saw him get out and go into his own house. He was alone. I waited. I kept listening for his car, wondering when he'd go to retrieve my son. Hours passed.

Around eleven, I heard a different car pull up, a car door slam, and Junior's quick familiar footsteps. As he opened the door, he shouted, "Goodbye, Akela."

"Why are you so late, Junior, I was worried."

"Master told Akela, that's the pack leader, he told him that I could stay after the meeting to help him clean up and other stuff. Then Akela drove me home. Here's a list of what you gotta buy, my uniform, my book, it's all on the list. Cub Scouts is fun, Mom."

"Other stuff?" Junior bent his head. "You said this man Akela had you do other stuff."

"Yeah, well, Master told me to always obey Akela. And he told Akela I would do whatever he asked. So Akela knew I knew how to do what he wanted."

"You sucked his cock, didn't you!"

"Yup. I like Cub Scouts, Mom. I'm gonna go to bed, OK?"

We bought all the things on the list and Junior worked all week on the requirements to become a Bobcat. He memorized the Cub Scout promise, the Law of the Pack ("The Cub Scout follows Akela."), and Cub Scout Motto, and practiced the Cub Scout sign, handshake and salute. He studied what all these things meant and the word "Webelos."

On Friday he was dancing around anxiously. Finally Master came over and gave him permission to get dressed. He ran upstairs and quickly came back down in his crisp new blue uniform with the yellow neckerchief. Master drove him away. When he arrived back home, late again, he had his Bobcat badge and insisted I sew it on immediately. He was so happy.

Over the next couple weeks, either Master or Mistress checked the children's schoolwork daily. They also made sure #2 practiced her piano lessons and #3 never missed soccer. They said they'd be at his next game as well as her upcoming recital. And every Friday they drove #3 in his blue uniform to the pack meeting and Akela drove him home. Junior began working on the Wolf badge. Each evening, he proudly showed Master his naked front rolls and back rolls, the elephant walk, frog leap, and crab walk. Zero was pleased to help him build a birdhouse.

Then, one evening, Master could tell Julie was holding something back. She was troubled about something. I knew it when she came home from school, but she wouldn't give me any information. However, Master was not someone to hold out on. As he held her on his lap, stroking her hair and rubbing her cunt, he ordered, "Come on, #2, tell me what happened. Be honest."

"Sir, It's Jimbo, Sir." Jimbo had started to give Julie hell the previous year on the school bus. He teased her about her hair, about her dress, about her pronunciation, any stupid thing he could think of. He enjoyed getting laughs out of his friends at her expense. She had asked her father to make him stop, but of course he couldn't. Now he was starting again, sitting right behind her and teasing her throughout the whole ride, both ways. Master had #2 tell him everything, the whole loathsome history, the current behavior, the boy's full name and address. Then he turned her head and planted a big kiss on her.

When Master came over the following evening, she reported that Jimbo sat nowhere near her that day. He kept his distance and never said a word to her. Nor did any of his friends tease her. She finally had a carefree ride to school. "Sir, Thank you, Sir." This time she initiated the kiss.

"That's all right, #2. I'm glad you're happy now. Just remember, you belong to me now and no one else is ever going to fuck with you again. If they do, you be sure to let me know." We never found out what Master did but his influence was definite and continual. After that incident, Julie realized it wasn't so bad having a strong authoritative Master taking care of her. She no longer resisted His probing and gladly gave him hand jobs and blow jobs.

Over the Columbus Day weekend, we closed up the pool and shut down the BarBQ, The children were actually enjoying school more than ever. They both had many friends, even though they couldn't bring them home. As promised, either Master or Mistress attended each of #3's soccer games. And they both came to #2's piano recital. When she got to the "You are Pretty" song, they both looked at zero and chuckled. So did #3 who chose to sit between them instead of between us.

Mistress saw a red X on the October page and looked at me. She asked me how long zero and I went before having our daughter. Her husband had been fucking me regularly and I think really wanted to impregnate me. "Oh, well, you'll try again next month." She took a paper and pencil out of the drawer and changed the subject. "It's only a couple weeks until Halloween. I want to order your costumes.

"Ma'am, I'm pleasantly surprised, Ma'am. I didn't know you were going to allow the children to dress up, Ma'am."

"Master and I aren't allowing anything. We're ordering you, all four of you, to be in costume. You can't be answering your door dressed like you are now." She gave a wicked chuckle, for of course I was naked. "And if you didn't answer the door, people like that nosy Marie will wonder why."

"Ma'am, Junior,..."

"Who?"

"Ma'am, sorry, Ma'am, I mean #3, Ma'am, always wanted to be Batman, Ma'am, and Ju... er, #2, Ma'am, would love a fairy princess costume, Ma'am." I grinned as she wrote these down.

"Now, zero, I think should be a construction worker. He already has the tool belt and hard hat. And you of course will be a Bitch." Another snide chuckle.

Halloween came on a Monday. At 6 AM, I was rushing around as usual. I'd just fed my husband breakfast and sent him off to work, and was now trying to get my pubes waxed and pack the children's lunches and fold Mistress's laundry, when Master came waltzing in with several bags. "Get the kids up," he barked. In short order, the three of us were standing naked before him. "Now, it seems there was a little mixup in the costume order, but it's too late now to change anything. #1 Bitch, they screwed up the spelling and sent you a Witch costume instead. Here, take it. Put it on this afternoon when the little moppets start coming around. Don't wear anything under it. No one will know that you don't have panties on, Bitch."

I took my bag. "Sir, Thank you, Sir."

He handed #2 and #3 their bags and told them to wash and dress quickly. "I have to go to work and I want to see how the costumes look on you." I noticed they frowned as they looked in their bags but went upstairs to do Master's bidding. Master handed me the fourth bag. "This is zero's costume. He must put it on as soon as he gets home, mask and all, and then go next door and show Mistress."

"Sir, there's a mistake, Sir. This is an adult Batman costume, Sir. He was supposed..."

"Shut up, Bitch. I told you the order got screwed up." Just then the children descended the stairs. They were not smiling. My son was dressed like a fairy princess, with leotard, ballet slippers, a gauzy tutu skirt, and fairy wings attached to the back. His lovely sister was wearing a dumpy construction man's costume with work boots, khaki work pants and shirt, tool belt and helmet. Master gave them a quick inspection. "OK, you two will wear those to school. When you come home, you will help #1 answer the door until I get home from work. Then you'll go door to door."

"Sir, thank you, Sir." They answered respectfully, but not enthusiastically. As I sent them off to the bus, I could only imagine the ribbing they would endure.

Shortly after noon, I took my Witch costume out. The neighborhood mothers with their preschoolers would soon start making the rounds. This isn't so bad, I thought, as I held the costume up. As ordered, I slipped the thin black dress over my naked body and donned the pointed hat. I set the bowl of candy by the front door and tried to get a few chores done. But I felt a draft. I reached behind and felt my rear end. Someone had cut out a large circle and my naked ass was exposed. Every time the doorbell rang, I had to make sure I didn't turn my back on the trick-or-treaters. I was glad when my children came home to help me. Julie was still embarrassed but good old Junior was happily fluttering around in his fairy wings.

Zero came home and put on his Batman outfit, the one my son had been hoping for. For the first time in his life, my husband had pecs and abs and biceps, and gave the false impression that he was a hero. There was even an erotic bulge over his cage. He saw the Andersons' car was in their driveway so he put on his mask, like he was told, and went next door. Wonder Woman, our Mistress, met him on the porch. A few minutes later, Frankenstein came walking back.

The monster asked my kids, "Did you get teased today?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir, everybody called us Butch Girl and Fairy Boy, Sir."

"Everybody?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"#2, don't lie to me. Did Jimbo tease you today?"

Julie thought for a minute, then replied, "Sir, No, Sir." I saw a smile cross her lips, probably for the first time all day. I tried to imagine her erstwhile nemesis biting his lip every time he saw her in school, wanting desperately to call her Butch Girl, but not daring to, knowing the consequences.

"You should be glad your schoolmates teased you. As slaves, your only purpose in life is to bring pleasure to those who are your betters. Do you understand?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"Now, you will go out and knock on every single door in Oakwood Heights." I handed my children two plastic bags from the kitchen. "What the Hell are those for?"

"Sir, to put their candy in, Sir. I thought,..."

Frankenstein grabbed the bags from their hands. "That's your trouble, #1, thinking. I do the thinking here. Now, #2 and #3, take these." My children looked at the little orange boxes. "Those are UNICEF boxes. You will go collect money for children all around the world who deserve a treat much more than you, you ingrates. Now get out of here! Oh, #3, don't forget your magic wand, he he." Fairy Boy went flitting down the walk, and even Butch Girl felt better now that she was doing something worthwhile.

Master stood beside me at the door, his monster hand feeling my exposed ass. By now, the older trick-or-treaters were making the rounds, like my own two children. After about an hour, I saw Marie escorting her son up the Andersons' walk. I knew they'd be coming to us soon and I tried to steel myself, but as Marie approached those monster fingers playing with my anus didn't relax me much.

"Bryan, your costume is great!" Frankenstein groaned. "Your witch costume is nice, also. Oh, and your two children look so, uh, cute. But frankly, I have to tell you, I think the Andersons have you beat. Have you seen Mr. Anderson? He has rippling muscles and a rather lewd you-know-what, he he. Bryan, I think you better keep an eye on your wife, he he." Master groaned and pulled my ass closer. I realized because of the disguises, everyone assumed Batman was Anderson, and no one suspected the monster clutching my rear end was anyone other than Bryan.

The children came home with their boxes stuffed. Master closed the door, took off his mask, and ordered us out of our clothes. I think Fairy Boy was disappointed to lose his wings. Zero didn't return. He ended up spending the night in Mistress Wonder Woman's clutches, while the monster inside the Frankenstein costume stayed in my bed. In the morning when Superzero came by to get out of his costume and dress for work, he gave me a quick kiss. His lips tasted like Mistress's muff.

November already had a special day marked on it, Junior's birthday. Master told him since he had been such a good slave for over four months, he could have a birthday party. We booked an afternoon at Chuck E. Cheese and invited all the boys in his grade and his fellow Cub Scouts. They had a great time playing the video games and stuffing themselves with pizza. Edith was back in town and came also and it was good sitting with her just like old times. Of course Mistress was also there. Edith whispered to me she didn't like Mrs. Anderson, and wondered why I spent so much time with her. "She's a good neighbor," I said. "Always watching out for our kids." Edith shrugged. Junior, now nine, came home with many bags of presents. That evening, we had our own family celebration. I'd baked his favorite cake. He thanked Master and Mistress profusely.

We celebrated Thanksgiving with a turkey and all the fixings. By "we" I mean our owners as well. After stuffing himself, Master sprawled on the sofa to watch the football game, with one naked child on each side. Zero had to get on his hands and knees to be his footstool.

There was only one thing that ruined this otherwise happy month. Those three days with the red X's. I hated to see such disappointment written on Master's face. His fucking was so persistent, so heartfelt, he deserved to have his efforts rewarded with a pregnancy. But month after month, the period returned.

After many weeks of watching our son head out Friday nights in his darling uniform all neatly ironed, and coming home late somewhat disheveled, zero and I were finally given permission to attend a meeting. It was a special ceremony for Junior to receive his Wolf badge. Most boys get this award at the end of second grade, but Junior started late so had a lot of catching up to do. I had heard so much about Akela by then, I was picturing a clone of Master himself. Junior nearly worshiped him in his desire to please the scout leader. That's why I was surprised to see this wiry little man up front wearing his Smoky Bear ranger hat. Bespectacled, he reminded me of Wally Cox. So this was the one Junior was always praising. It dawned on me then it wasn't prowess and muscle that distinguished the Masters from us lowly slaves, but rank and class. It was the natural order of things. As one of Master Anderson's ilk, Akela had permission to do anything he wanted with our son. The fact that Junior was a slave, the full-blooded offspring of two slaves, gave Akela immunity from the kind of prosecution that other pedophiles risked facing.

We never knew when Master or Mistress or both would come over. They might arrive early enough to eat the meal I'd prepared for my family. They might come for dessert. Most often they came later just to relax in the evening, play with the children, and use all of us for their amusement. The ceiling rings were often employed. Sometimes zero was strung up, sometimes me. Usually Master allowed us to stand on boxes but when he was cross about something or other, we had to just hang there suspended in air. The children were instructed to hit us with broom handles and apply clamps and clothespins to the tender parts of our bodies. Master always praised them for their performance. He truly enjoyed being with my children. I was sorry I only had two to give him. Of course, before the Andersons went back home, they would be sure to fuck some of us, by cock or dildo or finger. Between us we had four mouths, four anuses and two cunts for them to stick things in. Julie was so used to having something up her ass that whenever she sat beside Master, she set her ass down slow enough to allow him to get his finger inside. The same with Mistress when she supervised the girl's piano practice.

At Christmas, I put out a nice festive feast for Master and Mistress. We stood around the piano and sang carols while Julie played. When Master suggested we all play a game, #3 said, "Yippee! I mean, Sir, Yippee, Sir." Master was pleased by his enthusiasm. He held him up in the air and ordered zero to cuff my son's wrists to the rings in the air. The boy's smile evaporated. He started kicking and that just made Master laugh. He told me to get the broom and I shuddered. Julie was told to get the blindfold.

Mistress explained, "The children in Mexico always play this game at Christmas. You three are going to take turns trying to hit the piñata. #1, you go first." I stood there with the blindfold on swinging the broom handle, praying desperately I wouldn't hit my little boy. Master and Mistress were laughing their asses off. "Come on, you stupid Bitch. Don't you hear him whimpering? Focus on the sound!" Junior then got very quiet, struggling not to make a peep. "Oh, honestly, Bitch! I wonder if you're really trying!" The stick and blindfold were given to zero. Every time he moved away from the target, Master pushed him back within hitting range.

Suddenly, the stick made contact with Junior's shins. "Ouch!" he screamed. Zero tore off the blindfold. The tears in his eyes proved how sorry he was.

"No one told you to take that off, zero! Give me the broom and get down on all fours." My husband gladly submitted to his beating. Master said it was punishment for his audacity, but I knew zero regarded it as atonement for hurting his son.

"OK, let's see if the little bitch can do any better!" #2 swung and swung blindly in the air, as Master and Mistress giggled. #3 tried hard to contort his body to avoid the broom. But suddenly, she hit him. Right square on his little balls. He screamed the whole time we were taking him down. Mistress hugged his crumpled body in her arms, mothering him. Master told him what a good trooper he was. "You took one for the team, Kid! You're a tough athlete! No wonder you do so well on the soccer field." I'm sure he was wishing he'd been wearing his cup that night. Junior was tough. He'd been doing pushups and curlups for his Bear badge. "Well, #2, you're the winner! So you get the prize." Of course, the prize was Master's cock, which she sucked off like a downtown whore, even though she didn't feel much like a winner.

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