Enslaved Family

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Chapter 5 - Surprise at the Grove

As the school year wound down, we got more and more excited at the prospect of having a real vacation. However, the children made sure to keep up their grades. More than ever now, they wanted to show Master how much they appreciated his kindness. They both finished the year with straight A's. That year, at the Oakwood Heights 4th of July picnic, we shared with all our friends the vacation we had planned. They couldn't understand how we could afford it. I just said we had come into some money. Marie kept looking at the brochure and congratulating our good fortune, but I knew she was green with envy. The next day we packed up the car and that evening, Master and Mistress both came over so we could once again show our appreciation.

Early the next morning, we hit the road. We wanted to get there in plenty of time for lunch. We didn't have to worry about leaving the house this time. After all, the Andersons had a key and would take care of it like it was their own, which of course it was. Along the highway, we sang songs and joked and talked about all the fun things we planned to do at The Grove. It was difficult for zero to keep from speeding.

Finally, we saw the sign and turned in. There was a gate with a guard. He checked our license plate and knew we were expected. "Just drive down to the field. Mark will show you where to park. He's wearing a blue shirt." As we entered the property, we saw couples jogging and playing tennis. We saw kids playing baseball and heading off to the pool in swimsuits. I thought I saw a naked woman by one of the cabins but decided not to mention it.

We found Mark easily. "Yes, drive over to the barracks. That's the long gray building beyond the trees. It's kind of out of sight, but you can see the end of it from here. Report to Jesse." I thought I had seen Mark somewhere before, but we followed his instructions, and as we drove closer to the gray building, we saw more naked people. We slowed down and looked at each other.

A large muscular man motioned us to park. "You must be Jesse," Bryan said. "Can you tell me why all these people are..."

"Shut up!" barked Jesse. "And get out of the car."

"Now see here. We are guests and I don't like your attitude, Jesse."

"You're Anderson's slave family, right?" Our jaws dropped and zero automatically nodded. "Well, then, I don't like your attitude. To you I am Master Jesse, and I told you to get out of the car."

"Sir, Yes, Sir." We'd been trained well.

"That's more like it. Now take off all your clothes and leave them in the car." We obeyed and began to strip. It was especially embarrassing for Bryan when he had to take off his trousers and reveal his feminine underwear, and then when that came off there was his cock cage. In short order, we lined up in front of Master Jesse in our birthday suits. The kids were crying. All our false hopes had been dashed. "All right, slaves, turn around. I felt Master Jesse writing something on my buttock. Then he went down the row branding each member of my family. When I looked at Julia's rear end, it said A2. Junior was A3, Bryan A0 and I was A1. A for Anderson. "Now get those asses into the building quickly." We heard someone driving our car away.

The barracks looked nothing like the pictures in The Grove's brochure. There was a long line of cots on either side, but no other furniture. At the end was a line of sinks and toilets with no walls and a large shower room. Above some of the cots were photographs. I saw one with our Masters' picture hanging above it. "This is where A0 sleeps, whenever he's allowed. And over here in the women's section is A1's bed." Another picture of the Andersons. "You young'uns can find your own cots down there in the kids' section. You will take your orders from me and from all the other guests here. You will do whatever is asked of you. Some of your duties will include sex, housekeeping, cooking, grounds. In addition, you are expected to keep yourselves clean at all times, and for you adults shaved as well. Do you understand?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"Now come back outside. A0, you are to report to the maintenance department, down that path." The path was stony and zero had trouble walking. Master Jesse punched a number of his cell phone. "The new slave will be there in two minutes." Then he looked at me. "A1, your first assignment is in the kitchen." My reputation preceded me. "Down that path to the dining hall. A2 and A3, follow me." I worked my way along the sharp pebbles toward the dining hall I had seen in glossy color pictures. Along the way, I met other naked women with IDs on their butts. Some were carrying laundry, others had pails and mops in their hands, and others were heading for the kitchen like me. Soon I was peeling potatoes beside a hot stove under the watchful eye of a chef who had a dozen naked slaves, mostly female, to do his bidding.

I don't know how much time passed by, but suddenly I was at the pass getting orders for lunch from other naked slaves, males and females, young and old, who were assigned wait duty. I tried to keep up with the orders, but of course everyone was impatient. Suddenly, I saw my son. "Hi, Mom," he smiled his infectious smile. "My family needs two orders of lasagna, three junior hamburgers, a junior frank, and a bowl of Cheerios with no milk. Bye, Mom." He went scampering off to get their drinks. I passed the order into the kitchen and took the next one, but I kept watching Bryan, Junior. I saw him bringing a pitcher of milk to a table with a Indian looking couple and four very young children, one in a high chair. The mother looked overwhelmed and seemed grateful for the help my boy was giving her. They were able to eat their lunch in relative peace as A3 ran back and forth with plates of food, cups of coffee, glasses of wine, pitchers of milk. He replaced napkins and silverware that fell from clumsy young hands. He even joked with the baby and made it giggle. Junior had a marvelous ability to make the best of every situation.

I was working hard, but I glanced around the dining room and finally spotted Julie. She was at a tiny table in the corner, sitting sideways across an old man's lap. He was no younger than mid 50s, out of shape, the stereotypical dirty old man. She was feeding him his lunch. I couldn't see his own hands, but I knew what they were doing under the table. Why couldn't she have gotten assigned to a nice big family like her brother?

I was angry at Master Anderson. It wasn't so important that he had pulled the wool over my eyes and those of my gullible husband. But he had deceived my children. We thought we were going to enjoy three relaxing weeks in the mountains, and instead we were slaves not to two people, but to dozens.

After all the guests had gotten dessert, Master Chef told the kitchen staff we had ten minutes to get our own lunch from what was left in the pots. I was starving and quickly tried to fill a plate, but other women kept jostling me reaching for the few choice morsels they'd been eyeing. I managed to gobble down some tater tots and a rather overdone burger and wash it down with tepid water. Some gourmet meal! We spent the next couple hours washing pots and pans and running the dishes through the washer.

By then our naked bodies glistened in sweat. Master Jesse came by. We lined up for him. He singled me out as the newcomer. "Do you remember what I told you this morning about your duties?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"What do we expect of you then?"

"Sir, you expect us to keep yourselves clean and shaved at all times, Sir." I certainly didn't feel clean.

"OK, Bitches, get your asses over to the barracks quick." A dozen naked women, some more fit than others, went jogging back to the shower we all craved. It felt wonderful to let the water cascade over my body. We shared several bars of soap and washed each other's backs. Then we got the razors and went to work on our stubby arms, legs and crotches, once again helping each other. We were a community.

I took the opportunity to ask some questions and learned that some of my fellow slaves had Masters here at the cabins, others like myself had been sent here. One poor woman was slave to her own husband, and some of the children here were slaves to their own parents. My colleagues laughed when I told them what my family was expecting to find. I told them about zero and the kids and they felt real concern for my little ones. However, we all knew this was the situation we were in and we were determined to make the best of it.

We shared combs and hair brushes and were somewhat respectable looking under the circumstances, when Master Jesse barged in and ordered me to come with him. He took me to the rec hall and into the billiard room. Four fit men in their 30s were waiting. "Thank you, Jesse," said the tallest, smoking a cigar. Jesse left and the four walked around me leering. "What's your name, Bitch?"

I almost blurted out my birth name but caught myself in time. "Sir, A1, Sir." They already knew that; it was written on my ass. They laughed. Then they began touching me, my ass, my tits, my hair, all over. I had an warped sense of pride that at my age my body was still attractive to men.

"She's almost as pretty as her daughter, ain't she?" said a shorter man with curly brown hair.

His buddy, a muscular guy in a wifebeater revealed, "A2 is a knockout all right, but Caleb glommed her the minute she appeared. Knowing him, he'll monopolize her the whole week he's here." Master Wifebeater wore a baseball cap which made me suspect he had a bald spot that embarrassed him.

The fourth, a blond, looked at my eyes and said, "I watched your son, A3, at lunch. He couldn't seem to do enough for the Sanjays. He's been well trained. I assume you're going to be just as accommodating."

I was pushed down on my knees and told to open each man's zipper and pull out his cock. When I had four manhoods pointing at me, I began blowing them in turn.

I had to crane my neck to reach Master Cigar's cock. And its length befit a man of his height. Master Curly's cock reminded me a lot of Master's. It was uncut, curved slightly to the left, and for some reason changed color midshaft. Master Wifebeater may have had excellent well-developed pecs and abs but his love muscle was somewhat small, not as puny as zero's of course, but still nothing to brag about. I didn't tell him that. Finally, Master Blond had light curls on his scrotum so I knew he was a natural towhead. I liked the way he caressed my head as I sucked him.

When the four cocks had been primed, the men dropped trou, picked me up and laid me on the pool table. Master Curly climbed on me first. "OK, Bitch, show us what you got!" I spread my legs wide to welcome him in. He jammed his thick rod in my cunt and began pounding away, "Yeah, you Bitch! Take it!"

"Sir, Fuck me hard, Sir!" I screamed. And he did. He shot two loads inside me and two more over my belly when he pulled out. He quickly hopped down so Master Wifebeater could get his turn. I hardly felt his small cock in me but I never let him know that. I hollered in fake orgasmic enthusiasm.

Master Blond was next in line. He was gentler but still persistent. He wasn't a screamer, either, like the first two. That is why we heard the quiet knock on the open door. Master Wifebeater asked the intruder what the Hell he wanted. "Sir, Excuse me, Sir. I was sent to see about the cue rack, Sir. I was told it was loose, Sir. Might fall off the wall and hurt someone, Sir." I recognized zero's voice so I turned my head and saw him standing meekly wearing only his cock cage and carrying a tool box.

"Well, get on with it then. Just don't bother us. You can see we're busy."

"Sir, Yes, Sir, I won't be long, Sir." He went over to the rack and turned his back on the gang-rape. I didn't know if he knew I was his wife.

Master Wifebeater nudged Master Curly and pointed to the ID on my spouse's ass. "Hey, slave, get your sorry ass over here."

"Sir, Yes, Sir. Is something wrong, Sir?"

"You tell us. Do you know this bitch?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir. She is my wife, Sir."

"And you asked us if something was wrong!" They started laughing just as Master Blond finished up. I again screamed as he filled me up. Zero stood there quietly as Master Cigar climbed on to make the final score.

"You know, she's got a pretty tight hole for a bitch her age. And now I can see why. This guy's tiny little dick wouldn't be able to stretch it much."

"Yeah, but she did push two little ones out. The doctors did a good job of sewing her up again."

"Tell me, A0..." Master Wifebeater pronounced it Oh instead of zero. "...How long has it been since you fucked your wife?"

"Sir, Over a year now, Sir.

"Do you think you'll ever fuck her again?"

"Sir, No, Sir. Her cunt belongs to Master Anderson now, Sir." Master Cigar finished his business and left me there to ooze on to the pool table. Some poor slave would be given the job of cleaning it later.

"The Andersons are a good couple. Very philanthropic. It was certainly generous of them to give their four slaves to us to enjoy on our vacation, wasn't it?

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"I like you, A0."

"Sir, Thank you, Sir."

"And to show you how much I like you, I'm going to allow you to rim my asshole."

"Sir, Thank you, Sir."

Master Wifebeater bent over the pool table and pulled his well-toned glutes apart. Zero buried his face between them and I could hear the slurping. "Get way in there, A0. Go deep. It needs a good cleaning."

Zero was permitted to stand again and Master Blond asked if he'd like to fuck me for old times sake.

"Sir, I can't, Sir. As you can see, my cock is locked in this cage, Sir."

"Well, then, we'll have to use a substitute. Here, A0, fuck her with this." Master Blond handed my husband a cue stick and both our jaws dropped. "Use the blunt end, A0. We don't want to hurt Anderson's property." My husband looked at me. He didn't want to obey this order. So I nodded to him assuringly. Nervously he aimed the thick end at my cunt. He pushed it in as gently as he could. "That's far enough, A0. Now pull it out." Zero breathed a sigh of relief. He removed the stick and held it up. It was dripping wet with the spunk of four men. "Perfect! Now, you get on the table. On your hands and knees, straddling the Bitch. Just like the old days, right, A0?" When zero was in position, Master Cigar took the wet cue stick and rammed it up his ass.

The men began pulling up their pants, laughing. They joked about what a great game of Q-ball they played. They left the room roaring, leaving my husband and me on the table. Zero carefully extracted the vile tool of both our sodomy rapes. Then he kindly helped me up. He was still my loving husband. "I'd better fix that cue rack now before someone gets hurt."

"Yes, and I'd better get back to the kitchen. Goodbye, dear." I gave him a little peck on the cheek and left, with cum running down my thighs.

On the way to the kitchen, I saw the Sanjay family. The father was sitting on a chaise on the lawn enjoying a book. Mrs. Sanjay was nursing the baby. The other three children were having a delightful time hitting my son. They had tied him to a tree and were now swatting his naked body with sticks. "Ow, ow, ow!" he shouted which of course just encouraged them more. He saw me and grinned. "Ow, ow, ow!" I could see the ropes weren't all that tight and the little ones weren't able to swing the sticks hard enough to do any real damage. Junior was being his own amiable self, allowing them to play their game so their parents could have a carefree afternoon. I thought about my poor daughter, in the clutches of a filthy pedophile for a whole week. Before I left, Mrs. Sanjay picked up a sun hat to shield her face from the afternoon rays. I noticed it was exactly like the hat I'd bought for this vacation. It made me angry again at how Master had duped us.

I was bone tired when I went to bed that night. But I took the time to walk over to #3's cot. He was very tired. The Sanjays had kept him busy all day. He kept babbling on in disjointed thoughts. He gets talkative when he's tired. "Master Kamat is 4, he's the wildest one. Master Prachetas is 2, he keeps running away and I gotta go catch him. Tomorrow Master Sanjay wants to take a hike around the lake. Master Haroon is still 5. I don't know the baby's name. Her diapers stink." He glanced up at the portrait over his bed. "Master Anderson has to make his own highball. There's a thrift store next to the rec hall. I'd really like..." He fell asleep midsentence and I pulled the blanket up over his poor body. The child was so confused.

On the way back to my cot, I stopped and sat with zero a moment. He kept saying he was so sorry for getting us into this mess.

I lay awake to see if Julie appeared, but she never did. The pedo perv had her for the night. I saw her the next day at breakfast. She looked very tired. I wondered how often he'd fucked her. I knew she probably missed Master's fucks as much as I did. I had such mixed feelings about the Andersons. On the one hand I wanted to strangle them for what they'd done to our family. Yet, like my innocent little son, I still worried how they were getting along without us.

That afternoon, I was sent to collect the used towels from the pool area. I noticed a boy about nine splashing around without a care in the world. When he climbed out of the water, he was wearing the same trunks we'd bought for Junior. I hadn't seen my son all day and for a moment I fantasized this could be him, enjoying a carefree swim.

After supper, a couple in their forties dragged me back to their cabin. Their idea of a fun vacation was taking a woman, cuffing her wrists behind her back, making her suck cock and eat muff, pissing on her, squeezing her tits, and fucking her repeatedly with cock and dildo, It was well past midnight when I stumbled back to my cot, too late to spend any time with my family.

The following day, Master Jesse took me and slave eva to the mail room. He pointed to four large cartons. "Take those to the thrift store, Bitches."

Eva and I each grabbed a carton and I followed her toward the rec hall. "You mean there really is a thrift store here? I thought my son was mixed up. Why would people who could afford to stay here shop at a thrift store?"

"A lot of benefactors send clothes here. High quality merchandise. Much of it brand new. The guests can buy what they want and the money goes to charity."

"Wow, that's amazing." I shifted the box. It was getting heavy. Why couldn't we have used a wagon? "How do you know all this?"

"My husband is one of the owners."

"And yet you are a slave?"

"Yeah, ain't that fuckin ironic? I'm his slave at home and when we come here for his vacation, I'm everyone's slave. He gets his jollies seeing other men abuse me. It makes him happy. And of course, it can work both ways. See double X over there." I looked where she was nodding and saw a naked man pushing a lawnmower. He had two Xs on his butt. "His wife is a guest here this week and he's her slave."

We delivered the first two cartons and went back for the others. As we were leaving the store the second time, I heard a woman say, "I wonder if this tennis outfit would fit my sister. Hey you, A1, get over here."

I felt embarrassed being naked in a room full of clothes, but I obeyed. "Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am."

"You're about the same size as my sister." She held the outfit up to me. "Yes, I think this would be perfect. It's really lovely. But of course you wouldn't know that." She cackled and turned to look for more clothes. Of course, the outfit was lovely, and of course, it was my size. It was mine! I had bought it. I looked at the rack. There were all my new clothes, all the beautiful things I had packed in my suitcase. I looked at the men's racks and saw zero's new clothes. My children's clothes were for sale as well. Now I knew where the boy had gotten the swim trunks. Mrs. Sanjay's sun hat. They'd all been taken from our car. We were the unsuspecting benefactors! We'd donated our vacation wardrobe to charity. Before I left, I saw two ladies looking at lingerie: my husband's pretty new panties.

I told eva as we walked away from the store. "My dresses, my shoes, even my nighties, and all my husband's and children's clothes. All stolen from us."

"A1, you did say your whole family were slaves, right?"

"Yes, Master Anderson, the bastard, took over our lives last year."

"So Master Anderson owns you?" I nodded. "Then he owns everything you just listed. Your clothes belong to him and if he wants to be generous with them, that's his right as your Master." I stared at her dumbfounded. But of course, she was right. There was nothing I could truly call my own anymore. Over the rest of our stay there, I saw many attractive people wearing the lovely clothes I'd so carefully selected for my family. I took pride in having such good taste. I hoped the charity got a lot of money from my stupidity.

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