Enslaved Family

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Chapter 4 - The First Spring

With all the added expenses of our new lifestyle, zero and I looked for ways to save. We turned down the heat, even though we were naked in the house. We canceled the cable, which meant the only things we could watch on TV were the videos Master selected. I gave the children cheap but wholesome bag lunches to bring to school. Zero started taking on a lot of overtime at work.

I was in the kitchen early one morning starting to get breakfast on for my family. Zero came down dressed for work. I was glad he and the children could put clothes on these frosty mornings. I heard Julie taking a good long hot shower. Zero said Junior was still snuggled in his blankets. We heard the front door open and looked at each other. Another fuckin inspection.

In strode a man in his thirties, crew cut, camouflage hunter's clothes, combat boots. Behind him walked a boy I judged to be about twelve, dressed like the man and carrying the fuckin clipboard. "You see, Jeremy? The slave has his fuckin clothes on. That's the kind of thing we have to check on for the Andersons. You can never let slaves get away with things like that."

The boy glared at zero. "Strip!" he said. Zero hesitated.

"You heard Master Jeremy, you worthless turd, he told you to strip. Don't keep him waiting."

"Sir, Yes, Sir." Zero got out of his phone company jacket, shirt and undershirt. Then he took off his metal toe shoes and socks. When he lowered his pants, the boy began to giggle at his pretty panties. Then he saw the zero drawn on the ass and laughed out loud. But when the panties came off and he saw the cock cage, he just stared and shook his head.

"OK," said the man. "I'll check him, you check her. First the face." The man felt zero's chin for any stubble. The boy reached up and felt my face. Then they felt our arms, back, chest. Young Master Jeremy seemed to delight in feeling my breasts. Then they checked up and down our legs, and finally our bellies, pubes and asses.

"Sit down, Bitch." The boy ordered all on his own. "Now spread those legs wide so I can check your twat." He stuck a couple fingers in my cunt and grinned wickedly.

His father saw zero looking at the clock nervously. "Get your ass moving, turd. You're gonna be late for work." Zero got dressed again quickly and left without any breakfast.

The Man told his son to check upstairs. "Start with the medicine chest." We could both hear the shower running. Master Jeremy went on upstairs and I heard Julie scream. She had to submit to the same horrible treatment. Junior came out of his bedroom and ran downstairs. The inspectors permitted them to get dressed for school and I quickly made them their lunches before they left. Master Jeremy and his father stayed around to check all our drawers and cabinets. I wondered why the boy wasn't in school. Before he left, the youngster fucked the MILF and for a kid just on the cusp of puberty his cock was surprisingly satisfying.

Master's circle of friends was extensive. The Bondage network was broader than any of us imagined. We thought we met most of them at the Labor Day party, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Most of the inspectors who arrived were people we had never seen before. Then there were the online friends. Master and Mistress had some commitment for Tuesday nights, perhaps a course they were taking, so instead of entertaining them, we were required to be online from 8 to 10 PM every week. We were given a list of their friends from all over the country and around the world. Using the cam, we had to do whatever these BDSM enthusiasts asked us to.

In the spring, Julia's eleventh birthday was approaching. She wondered what surprise Master had in store for her. He said it was going to be something she'd really enjoy. But she didn't want Chuck E. Cheese. She didn't even want a party. It seemed like she would be content with whatever her Master had up his sleeve. In the evening, the two of them would coo in the living room like young lovers. She was totally naked of course, and he was sometimes bare from the waist to the ankles. They nestled and fondled each other right in front of zero. I noticed Anderson was getting two fingers at a time into her cunt now, and she was moaning in orgasmic pleasure. "Sir, Oh, Master, Sir," she'd whisper in her sultry voice.

"#2, you make Master very happy," he'd reply. Then they'd french kiss for several minutes as their hands went all over each other.

The weeks of waiting clicked down to days and finally, the special day was upon us. Again I baked a special cake. Zero, #3 and I had presents for her to open. But we all knew Master would have the best present of all. After cake and ice cream, He took her by the hand and led her up to her bedroom, directing all of us to follow. As she lay naked on her bed, Master stripped just the way he always stripped before fucking me in my bed. Then he lay down beside her and I recognized all the moves: the kiss, the petting, the whispering. It was all foreplay. I knew then what his gift was going to be. He was going to deflower her on her eleventh birthday. He was going to fill her with his mancream. I smiled, knowing how happy she would be. When Master's cock was primed, he turned over and lay on top of her. "Are you frightened, #2?"

"Sir, No, Sir," she replied with a smile. She knew now what was happening. She'd witnessed her mother getting fucked by Master often enough. I glanced at zero. He was biting his lip. He knew this man was about to fuck his little baby girl and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Master placed the tip of his cock against her cunt and took his hand to spread her labia. Then he grabbed her hips and pushed hard. She screamed, but he didn't stop. There was no stopping him. He began his thrusts and with each ramming she grunted. Her eyes were wide open. I tried to smile at her reassuringly. Master's body looked so huge on top of her petite one. #3 kept walking around the bed to check out the action from different angles. Master's pounding was relentless. Suddenly, he stopped and froze. Then let out a loud primeval scream. Julie started laughing. She knew her Master's warm seed was filling her. There were five more thrusts as he deposited load after load in her young vagina. Then Master settled down. Both of them were drenched in sweat. I knew he was limp again, but he kept her stuffed, as he started kissing her hair, eyes, ears. Mistress ordered us out and we left the two lovers in bed. A few hours later, I could hear the renewed sounds of sex in Julie's room. I realized I was jealous of her. Master didn't leave until the next morning.

The following week, a long package arrived by UPS. When zero got home, he opened the package and examined it. "What is it, zero?" Julia asked her father.

"Just looks like a pole," said her brother.

"It's a stripper pole," zero mumbled. "Master used our credit card to order it."

"What's a strip...?" Junior started to ask. "Hey, look, here's a video." He grabbed it and popped it in the TV. He sat mesmerized. "Wow," he said softly as nearly naked nymphs showed the moves that could be performed on the pole.

"Does Master really think I could do that?" I asked no one in particular.

"You're fuckin gonna try," Master answered. He and Mistress had come in. "And so are you, little Bitch," he said giving Julia a tight squeeze.

"Sir, Yes, Sir, I'll be happy to dance for you, Sir." She guided his hand into her cunt.

"Well, come on, zero. Don't keep the bitches waiting. Get it installed."

"Sir, where do you want it, Sir?"

"Right about here would be good." Master was standing between the stairs and the kitchen door. "That way, she could be dancing on her pole and you can be hanging on your rings and everyone will have a good view of both of you. Don't you think that's a good idea?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir." Zero got busy assembling the pole. He made sure it was securely bolted to the ceiling and the floor. He didn't want his baby getting hurt.

Master told #3 to start the video from the beginning and his naked sister began imitating the moves on her new pole. #3 was as gaga as Master. Even zero was staring at the sensuous performance.

Master ordered her off the pole and told me to perform. Julie sat impaled on his finger as I did my best. The three males in the room giggled at my efforts and I decided in my head to prove to them I could learn to do the moves as well as my kid.

Every night for a while, #2 and I performed for Master on the pole. Even #3 showed what he could do. Master seemed truly pleased. He continued to take turns fucking me and my daughter, except when I got my period. Then he would fuck her alone.

A couple weeks later, Master and Mistress were eating our dinner as we stood off to one side, naked and hungry. "What's the matter, zero?"

"Sir, I don't know what you mean, Sir."

"Ever since I got here, I knew something was in the air. You've got some kind of problem on your mind. So I'll ask #1 instead. #1, what's the matter?"

"Sir, you are right, Sir. Something is wrong, Sir. Zero learned today that his request for vacation time this summer was not approved, Sir. He'll have to take it in the fall when the the children are in school, Sir. We were sort of hoping to have a few days together as a family, Sir. It's a disappointment, Sir."

"Yeah, well the fuckin loser is lucky to get a vacation at all. Fuck, he's lucky to have a job at all in this fuckin economy." Master went back to his dinner. I thought I shouldn't have bothered him with our trivial problems. However, he did ask, and I answered him honestly. After dessert, Master gave zero ten lashes for holding back on him. "You know you can't have no fuckin secrets from me, zero."

The next evening, zero came home from work beaming. As he got out of his clothes, he told us the news. "The boss called me in, apologized for the mixup, and told him me I could take the summer vacation after all. And guess what! I can take a whole three weeks. The last three weeks of July, right after the long holiday weekend." The four of us started dancing around the living room.

"Let's go somewhere, Daddy!" It had been a long time since either child had called him anything other than 'zero.'

"Disney World!"

"The Grand Canyon!"

"Won't we have to get Master's permission to go anywhere?"

"I can't wait to tell Master the news. I'd hate for him to be worried about our minor problems when he has so many more important things to think about. I hope he comes over tonight." For once, all four of us were looking forward to Master's visit. We kept hoping he or Mistress or both would show up for supper, but we ended up eating it ourselves.

Three was almost teary-eyed. "He always checks my homework and asks about my day in school." We waited. We turned on the TV,–the only thing we could watch were videos, which Master chose for us. We popped in a BDSM flick but somehow our hearts weren't in all the beatings and torture and verbal abuse. Finally, it was 10 o'clock and the children started upstairs to their bedrooms. Just then, the front door opened and smiles returned to all our faces. The kids came running back down the stairs and into Master's hugging arms.

"Well, well, well. This is a much happier slave family than I saw yesterday. I guess you must have gotten the news about your vacation time."

"Sir, you mean you already know about that, Sir?" Then I realized. Of course he knew. He had orchestrated it. Somehow he was able to twist the arms of the powers that be at the phone company. We were indeed indebted to our Master.

"Mistress and I are part owners of a resort in the mountains called The Grove. Now, for your vacation, we insist you spend those weeks at our cabin retreat. Mistress and I have always enjoyed our stays there. Here, I brought a brochure."

We glanced at the pictures and saw a luxurious resort with an 18-hole golf course, horseback riding, tennis, spas, water sports, workout rooms, the works. The accommodations were first class and the food was gourmet. "Sir, we can't afford to stay at a place like this, Sir."

"You didn't listen to me. I said I'm an owner. It won't cost you anything." We all wanted to kiss Master at once, either on the mouth or on the cock. He was certainly generous. "Now, let's see, whose turn is it to get fucked tonight?" I pouted and pointed to my daughter. Master had been in my bed last time. He picked her naked body up in his arms and carried her to her bed. #3, zero and I high fived and began excitedly discussing the brochure pictures.

We knew we needed new vacation wardrobes, including swimwear. When a CD matured at the bank, we cashed it in, even though we had been saving it for the kids' college fund. That gave us a little nestegg to use to buy the clothes we needed. Bryan was so excited, he even bought himself ten new pairs of bikini-cut silk panties with lace trim.

Whenever Master or Mistress came over, we couldn't thank them enough. #2 and I now craved Master's fucks. #3 and zero both wanted to suck his cock. All of us wanted to chew out Mistress's beaver, and zero craved her strapon up his ass. In addition, we happily fed them, did their laundry and endured all their humiliations. #2 and I did our pole dances, and zero considered it a privilege to be hung from the rings. We kept the home exactly the way they wanted. When any inspectors came around, we showed them the same acquiescent service we gave Master. We couldn't do enough for them. Master even allowed all of us to attend the Cub Scout meeting where Junior received his Bear badge along with the other third graders. The boy was so proud. So were zero and I. But beaming the brightest was Master. After the ceremony, we went home but our new Bear Cub stayed to help Akela.

One night, I was dreaming about Master rubbing my cunt. It felt so good. Then I heard Julie cry out and woke up. It was 3 AM. The poor girl must be having a nightmare, I thought, so I went in to comfort her. I saw a stranger, a 6'6" black man, with one hand over her mouth, working at getting his pants off with the other hand. My immediate thought was to call the authority, the one person who could rescue my daughter, the man who had already saved her from the bully at school and intervened for my husband at work. I ran over and grabbed Julie's bedside phone. It took six rings for him to answer. The black man was glaring at me but didn't stop me. "Sir, Help us, Sir. There's a burglar in our house, Sir. He's about to rape #2, Sir. Please, Sir." The intruder and Julie both stared at me now as I quietly listened to Master. "Sir, Yes, Sir, I understand, Sir. I'm so sorry, Sir. Yes, I'll tell him, Sir. Goodnight, Sir."

I hung up the phone and humbly addressed the big negro. "Sir, I'm sorry, Sir. Please, continue what you were doing, Sir." I looked down into Julie's frightened eyes. "It's all right, little one. This man is an inspector. Master sent him. Be a good girl and give him what he wants." I retreated to the hallway and waited. I knew the man would have work to do after he finished filling Julie with his man cream. I listened to his animal grunts and Julie's frightened screams. I wondered how my husband and son could still be sleeping.

Finally, Master Black came out of Julie's room, pulling up his pants and holding the clipboard. "Sir, I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't know, Sir. I was frightened, Sir."

"You bigoted bitch! You think just cause you find a nigger in your house in the middle of the night, I'm a crook? You don't think maybe I got a legitimate reason to be here, Bitch?" I apologized again. "What did your Master tell you to tell me?"

"Sir, he said you should whip my ass fourteen times, Sir."

"Then let's get the whip in the living room."

"Sir, do you want to complete your inspection, Sir."

"I already did. I checked all your cupboards and closets and drawers, as well as all four of you and you slept right through it, you lazy bitch. Want to know what I found, Bitch? On #3's dresser, his Master's photograph was blocked by a soccer ball. In the laundry room, you didn't finish ironing your Mistress's clothes. Your husband needs to shave his balls,–he's got stubble. But your cunt is nice and smooth. Now quit stalling. I gotta whip your ass like Master wants. Then I gotta get outta here. I got more honkies to burgle, ha ha." I was dumbfounded. How long had he been wandering around our house, looking at every nook and cranny, and feeling us all over, and we never woke up! As he let the whip loose on my buttocks, I was too shocked to even scream.

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.