Enslaved Family

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Chapter 6 - The "Nightmare" Drags On

That night, Junior told me about his day:

"Right after breakfast, Master Sanjay took Master Haroon and me on a hike around the lake like I told you he was gonna do. The other boys was too little to walk that far, so they stayed with Mistress and the Baby. Master Sanjay gave me the backpack to carry cause I'm the slave of course. It was super heavy and I wondered what all he had in there but I knew better then to ask him." I had a mental picture of my naked nine-year old son burdened down like some sort of pack animal. Of course over in India, the poor people carry heavy loads all the time and do it barefoot. "So we took off and at first Master Haroon was skipping. He liked going on a hike with his daddy. After a few minutes we stopped and Master Sanjay took his camera equipment out of the backpack. He had a tripod and everything. The pack felt a little lighter. He took pictures of the lake with his son. He even showed Master Haroon how to focus the camera. He's really a very nice father. So then he put the camera back in the backpack for a while and we hiked a little more. Master Haroon said the bugs was biting him. Of course they was biting me too and in places where Master Haroon had clothes, but I knew better then to complain. But Master Sanjay took some bug spray out of the backpack and sprayed his son's bare arms and legs and dabbed a little on his forehead. And he sprayed his own arms. And then you know what he did? He sprayed me too! My whole body! Head to toe. And I didn't even ask him to. So I said, 'Sir, Thank you, Sir.' And then he put the spray away and we started hiking again and the bugs didn't bite me no more. But Master Haroon was walking real slow. And then he said his legs hurt. That he didn't want to hike no more. So Master Sanjay picked him up and put him on my shoulders so he could ride piggy back." I shuddered and gave my poor son a sympathetic hug. "He wasn't too heavy. I'm real strong, you know. I play soccer. So now Master Sanjay could walk faster cause I was carrying the slowpoke. I'm sorry I shouldn't talk bout my Masters that way. he he. But after a while, Master Sanjay stopped and whispered for his son to look and there was a deer right in front of us. I think Master Sanjay wanted to take a picture of it, but Master Haroon was so excited and made so much noise, the deer ran off. Then Master Haroon wanted to get off my back and he tried to chase after the deer but of course it was way gone. But he decided he could walk for a while, so we hiked and we saw rabbits and squirrels and chipmunks. Then Master Haroon said he was hungry so we stopped and Master Sanjay took a blanket out of the backpack and spread it on the ground and guess what! he took out two chairs too! They folded up real small like the tripod. And they sat on the chairs and Master Sanjay said I could sit on the blanket so I said, 'Sir, Thank you, Sir.' And he took out the lunch that Master Chef had prepared. He had two bowls of hot soup and apples and cheese and ham and potato salad and this funny looking Indian bread." I smiled knowing I had prepared the potato salad. "And he had a bottle of wine and he let Master Haroon take a little sip but he also had soda. And then you know what he did? He took out a bottle of water and a peanut butter sandwich and gave it to me for my lunch. So I said, 'Sir, Thank you, Sir.' I ate my sandwich and was still hungry, but Master Haroon wanted to feed the leftovers to the chipmunks and that was ok cause I guess they was hungry too. And after lunch, I cleaned up the dishes in a little stream nearby and packed up the backpack again. But Master Sanjay wanted to sit a while and read and take some more pictures so he told Master Haroon to play with his toy and Master Haroon looked at him funny and said what toy, and Master Sanjay laughed and said A3. So I was his toy and Master Haroon made me play hide and seek except when I was hiding I had to keep whistling so he could find me easy. And when he was hiding and I found him he said I cheated and then he made me lie across his lap so he could spank me for cheating. He liked the game. Then we hiked some more and I carried him some more and Master Sanjay took some more pictures and then Master Haroon asked Master Sanjay why he was so nice to me cause he put the bug spray on me and gave me lunch. And Master Sanjay asked his son how they got to The Grove and he said you drove the Bentley. And Master Sanjay said he always puts the best gasoline in his car and checks the oil and every week he gets it washed and waxed. And he said a slave is just like everything else you own. You gotta take care of it so it will give you good service. I don't know if Master Haroon understood the lesson, but I did. And when we got back to their cabin, Mistress Sanjay was very happy to see us. She said the boys were driving her nuts. So Master Sanjay told all three of them to play with the toy, and they got out their paints and drew pictures all over my body and then they took me to the lake and pushed me in and it was fuckin freezin but all the paint come off. And they wouldn't let me come back out for a long time and when I did they laughed and said my dick was all shrivel up. They had lots of fun. And when we was walking back to the cabin we stopped and watched Master Caleb in the bushes and he was fuckin #2 but I don't think she liked it the way she likes it when Master Anderson fucks her. And Master Haroon started saying 'Fuck the Bitch! Fuck the Bitch!' And then Master Kamat and Master Prachetas started saying it too. And then they told me I had to say it too so I said, 'Sir, Fuck the Bitch!, Sir.' And that seemed to make Master Caleb fuck her even harder and we kept saying it until he shot his load." My mouth dropped. My daughter was being raped nonstop by this creep who didn't even care if little children were watching. "And then we got a soccer ball and went on to the field, and I showed them how to keep the ball moving with their feet. You know what? I can move it just as good barefoots as when I got shoes on. I'm kinda tired now, Mom. I'm gonna go to sleep."

When I saw zero the next day he looked white. I asked him what was wrong and he said he had just been repairing a leaky faucet for Master Caleb. "The whole time I was there, he kept ramming his filthy dick up her sweet cunnie. I don't care what the hell they do to me, sodomize me with every fuckin pool cue in the camp, I don't care. But it makes me so angry to see my daughter treated like that."

"You know you can't do anything about it."

"Yeah, I know. I just want this nightmare to end so we can go back home to the Andersons."

A couple days later, I saw Junior helping Master Sanjay wash the Bentley. Master Haroon remembered his father's lecture and told his brothers A3 was like the car, so they took sponges and covered him in soap just like their father was doing to the car. When I saw my naked son covered in suds, I had to laugh. It reminded me of bathing him in the tub when he was younger. When Master Sanjay took the hose and rinsed the car, the three boys grabbed it and sprayed their slave. The next morning, the Sanjays were packing up the Bentley. Their vacation was ending. Mistress Sanjay was wearing my sun hat. Junior was toting all their heavy suitcases to the car. As they drove off, he called out, "Sir, Goodbye, Master Sanjay, Sir, Ma'am, Goodbye, Mistress Sanjay, Ma'am, Sir, Goodbye, Master Haroon, Sir, Sir, Goodbye, Master Kamat, Sir, Sir, Goodbye, Master Prachetas, Sir. Ma'am, Goodbye, Mistress Baby, Ma'am, I'm sorry I never learned your name, Ma'am." I knew Junior was going to miss this family. I just hope they appreciated all he did for them.

Then I saw a welcome sight. Master Caleb was also packing his car. He made Julie carry his luggage but of course he had far less than the Sanjay family. He got behind the wheel and turned the ignition. I was ready to cheer. Then suddenly he turned the engine off again, climbed out, opened the back door, grabbed Julie and pushed her on to the back seat. He dropped his pants and jumped in on top of her. He couldn't resist scoring one more time with the eleven-year old. I had to watch his filthy ass bouncing up and down. Finally, he screamed, stood up, pulled up his pants, and pulled her out of his car. He left her crumpled on the ground like a pile of used laundry and drove off.

I went over to her and helped her stand. I took her to the barracks and she took a long shower, trying to wash away a week's worth of filth. "Mom, how can you stand having anyone else fuck you?"

"Well, your father..."

"Fuck, I don't mean zero. I mean Master Anderson. I love his fucks and I know you do also. How I want to go back home and take him into my bed again." We hugged each other in our mutual affection for our Master.

But our reverie was interrupted by Master Jesse. "There you are, you lazy Bitches. Get your sorry asses back outside. We got guests arriving and you got work to do." Julie didn't even dry off. We went running after him outside into the sun. "You, A2, get over to cabin 14. You're going to be serving Master Gunderson this week." I couldn't help but feel sorry for my daughter. Was Gunderson going to be another Caleb? Then again, no one could be that bad. "And you, A1, come with me."

"Well, I see you found the Bitch, Jesse." A man was coming out of cabin 8 with his wife. They were wearing bathing suits and looked extremely fit. Both had toned bodies: defined abs, muscular legs, strong arms.

"You want me to whip her, Klamath?"

"No, that won't be necessary, Jesse, but thanks for offering. We'll get her in line quick enough." Jesse left. I think he was disappointed. He liked whipping slaves' asses, especially females.

The Klamaths walked around me, lifting my arms, feeling my breasts, checking my crotch. "The bitch is not very fit, is she."

"A lot of flab on her arms."

"No pecs or lats that I can see. Even her glutes are sagging. Well, we'll make the best of the situation."

I kept looking at Master Klamath and despite his trash talk, I found myself turned on by his handsome bod. He saw me staring and stuck his finger in my cunt. "Shit, it's wet. She's as horny as hell. C'mon, Angela, let's go."

Mistress Angela gave me my orders. "Master and I are going to use the sauna before lunch. While we're gone, get all our luggage out of the car, unpack and hang up all our clothes and arrange the dresser drawers. Then drive the car to the lot by the golf course and trot your ass back here before we come back. You think you can manage all that, you stupid Bitch?"

"Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am." She slapped my ass and headed toward the sauna with Master Klamath. The suitcases were heavy, but I was determined to show them as well as myself that my muscles weren't as inadequate as they thought. I was also glad to get out of kitchen duty. There were lots of clothes to hang up and put away. I put the empty suitcases back in the car and drove it away. As I was running back, I saw them emerge from sauna, their tanned bodies glistening. They followed me to the cabin and laughed about my jiggly buttocks as I ran.

Inside the cabin, they stripped for a quick shower. When I saw his mantool, I nearly fainted. "Go on, touch it, Bitch. I know you want it. You haven't had a real cock up your ass for a long time." It had been several days since I was gang raped in the pool room, and my cunt was hungry. "Well, drool all you want, Bitch, cause you're not going to get any of this prize meat!" He pulled it out of my hand and laughed. He hugged his wife tight and they got in the shower together. They didn't close the door, seemingly to show me how much they loved each other. I got towels ready for them.

When they got out, they dried off in front of me. I know they wanted me to admire their naked bodies. They put on jogging clothes and running shoes. "Time for a few laps around the track. Come on, Bitch." I followed them out the door trying as best I could to keep up with them. We ran to the track, then did ten laps. Well, they did. They lapped me several times. I didn't bother counting my laps. But the fact that I was naked and barefoot was no excuse as far they were concerned. I should have kept up.

We went over to the dining hall. I was surprised when they told me to sit down at the table with them. I was in between them and they kept touching my body and insulting it. 74 came over to take their order. He was an adolescent,–fourteen years old, I later learned,–and whoever his human Master was, he was actually enslaved to his hormones. Try as he could, he couldn't keep his cock from erecting itself whenever it damn felt like it.

"Your body's not half bad, 74," remarked Mistress Angela, and the poor boy's cock shot up. "Turn around. Yep, you got some good definition there. You play sports?"

"Ma'am, football, Ma'am."

"Yeah, I could tell. You ought to do something about those zits though. Your face is ugly as Hell." The poor kid turned red.

Master reached out and squeezed the boy's dick. I saw a glisten of precum emerge. "Not a bad tool for a kid your age. In a few years you may even have a nine incher like mine. You'll be good breeding stock." He let go, grabbed a linen napkin and wiped the boy's helmet, which of course just stimulated it to ooze more. "OK, now listen carefully. We eat a special diet. All organic. We gave the Chef a complete list. You make sure he only uses ingredients from our specially marked containers. We'll start with a salad of spinach leaves, wheat grass and alfalfa sprouts. Bring the EVOO and vinegar to the table; we'll dress it ourselves. And bring three bowls." 74 raised an eyebrow. Often guests had slaves at the table during meals, so they could paw at them while they ate, but it was rare that the slave would actually eat with them. "You think you can keep your mind off your horny dick long enough to remember all that?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir." The boy ran off quickly to place the order and try to do something to relieve his genital tension.

Mistress Angela stuck a finger in my cunt. "A1 was also impressed with the kid's meat."

"Sick pedophile Bitch. You could be his mother, for God's sake." It's true. I could have been. I wanted to learn more about this youngster.

Master made sure I ate every bit of my salad. Then we had lentil soup and veggie burgers, and finally yogurt for dessert. It wasn't fare I was used to, but it was filling and I felt new strength in my old body.

After lunch, they changed for tennis. They found another couple to play doubles and I was the ball girl. They delighted in watching this old naked sagging body dart back and forth to retrieve wayward tennis balls.

At supper,–yet more weird food,–I happened to see Julie across the dining room. She also was sitting with her Masters. The Gundersons seemed to be an elderly couple in their seventies. Another man was sitting with his back toward me. He was broad shouldered and his body blocked my view so I couldn't see if Julie was given food to eat or was merely sitting there for their amusement.

I helped the Klamaths get changed for dancing. As handsome as they were in tennis clothes, they were even more becoming in evening wear, Master in a tux, Mistress in a sequined gown. They told me to be at the cabin at the crack of dawn and sent me to the barracks.

I shaved the stubble on my arms, legs and crotch. As I was drying off, I saw 74 watching me. I went over and when I sat down beside him on his cot, his cock sprung. "What's your name, 74? I mean your real name."

"Ma'am, Chuck, Ma'am."

"No, please don't call me Ma'am. I'm not a Mistress. I'm a slave just like you, Chuck. See, I'm A1."

"I don't want to call you that. You're a nice lady. I bet you have kids."

"Thank you, Chuck. Yes, Julie plays the piano and Junior plays soccer."

"So you're a Soccer Mom." We laughed. "I play football. I'm a tight end. I was so proud to make the team this year. My number was 74. Uncle thought it would be funny to make that my ID here, so he had Master Jesse write it on my ass. It don't seem to wash off. I wonder if I'll have that on my ass forever."

"So your uncle is your Master?"

"Yeah. He's owned me since I was ten. My parents let him take me. I gotta do everything he says. I know I'm straight, but Uncle calls me a faggot like he is and fucks my ass every night. Each summer, he brings me here to serve other Masters, while he gets a nice variety of slave bottoms to use."

"I'm so sorry, Chuck." I gave him a hug.

"Thanks, Soccer Mom," he grinned. He lay down and I tucked his blanket around him. As I stood, I could see he was jerking off under the covers. I went back to my own cot and started masturbating as well.

Bright and early the next morning, I was jogging behind the Klamaths as they took a morning run around the lake. I pictured my poor son toting his Master's backpack and his Master's son along this path and it gave me new energy. I managed not to fall too far behind. I wondered what Junior was doing. I hadn't seen him since the Sanjays left. We ate granola cereal for breakfast and the Klamaths changed for a round of golf. You know who the naked caddy was that carried both their golf bags.

The Klamaths wanted to have lunch on an island in the lake, so they dispatched me to the kitchen to get the picnic basket with their meal, our meal actually, and load it into a rowboat. I also went back to the cabin to retrieve a blanket, three folding chairs and a folding table, all of which I loaded into the boat. Master and Mistress each took a kayak and paddled off, leaving me to row the heavily loaded rowboat by myself. I felt the hot sun burning my shoulders and tits. When I got to the island, they were doing calisthenics. I unloaded the boat, spread out the blanket, set up the table and chairs and put out the food. We sat down to eat.

"Feels good to get a little exercise, doesn't it, Bitch?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir." He was right. I'd been letting my body go to pot this past year. It wasn't fair to Master Anderson. I resolved to become a stronger slave for him.

"If you spent as much time working out as you do jerking off you'd be as fit as us."

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

"Get down and give me twenty," said Master. I looked at him quizzically.

"Dumb Bitch! He means do twenty pushups. You know how to do a pushup, don't you, Bitch?"

"Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am." I got down on the blanket and raised myself up on my arms like I'd done twenty years before in high school. I lowered myself until my nipples felt the woolen blanket, then pushed up again. They counted one. At the end of four, I was sweating. I knew their eyes were glued on my bare ass bobbing up and down. After eight, I faltered.

"You ain't stopping, Bitch. Keep on going." I struggled through seven more and didn't think my arms could last any more. But for some reason, I kept going. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Just two fuckin more. Nineteen. I did it. I collapsed face down on the blanket.

Master and Mistress were laughing their asses off. "Imagine that. Only twenty and the bitch is dead." I later learned Mistress did fifty pushups each day, half of them with one hand behind her back. Master did a hundred and often had Mistress sit on his back. "Come on, Bitch, pick up this shit. We got to get back to camp. We have horses reserved at 2."

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