Enslaved Family

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Chapter 9 - Christmas

A couple weeks before Christmas, I had just taken a batch of cookies out of the oven when my front door opened and in walked two very large muscular men. I assumed they were inspectors and prepared to present myself. But then I saw they didn't have a clipboard. They propped the front door open, not caring that I was standing there naked and it was the middle of December. I watched them go out to their van and lug in a large, obviously heavy box. It was over four feet long and covered in gift wrap. They set it down with a large clang under our Christmas tree.

They finally shut the door and spoke to me. "Now then, Bitch, we'll help ourselves to your cookies." I went to get some that were cooling on the racks, and they laughed their asses off. "Not fuckin those, Bitch!" said the shorter man. "These cookies!" He grabbed my cunt. They forced me down on my hands and knees and proceeded to fuck my mouth and twat, switching off and getting turns at each end.

As they got ready to leave, the taller man grabbed a chocolate chip cookie. "On second thought, I think we'll take these also. They smell a fuckin lot better than your beaver, Bitch!" They took the punch bowl out of my china cabinet, filled it with all the cookies I'd spent hours baking and went back to their truck.

"What do you think it is, Mom?" The kids immediately checked out the strange box as soon as they got home from school. It had a red bow and a tag that said Merry Christmas from Master and Mistress. None of us could budge the thing. "Maybe it's a new piano for Julie."

A2 punched her brother. "Don't be a fuckin idiot. You can't put a piano in a box like that."

"Well, it's heavy enough! Hey! Maybe it's a set of weights for me!"

"I wouldn't be getting my hopes up, Son." I warned him.

When zero came home he wouldn't even guess what it was. "But I bet I know whose credit card paid for their so-called gift!"

"Come on, zero, be nice. It's Christmas. You know Master and Mistress are very good to us."

When they came over after supper, they asked the children to guess what it could be.

"Sir, Is it a cage, Sir?" asked Julie.

"No, little Bitch, but what a clever idea!"

Junior couldn't help asking, "Sir, is it a set of weights so I can get great big muscles and be a big soccer star and go to college on a scholarship and play for some big team and make lots of money, Sir?" He took a deep breath.

Master and Mistress were hysterical. "Ha ha ha! A3. You always know how to make us laugh!" I looked at the disappointment on Junior's face. He wasn't joking. "So, when you do make lots of money, what will you do with it, A3?"

"Sir, Give it to you, of course, Sir, cause everything I own belongs to you, Sir." Mistress grabbed him, gave him a big hug and sat him down beside her on her middle finger.

"OK, let's hang zero up on his rings like some fuckin ugly mistletoe and the little Bitch can entertain us with her dancing. A1, bring us the cookies you said you were going to bake today."

They kept us in suspense for two weeks, coming over every evening to tease us about their gift, making us perform for them, or for their online audience.

When I woke up Christmas morning, I went downstairs and put on a big pot of coffee. I was startled to see Master and Mistress already sitting in the living room. "It's about time you got up, lazy Bitch. We thought you'd be excited to open your gift. Quickly go rouse the rest of the family." I ran back upstairs and got the others out of bed. We hurried down to present ourselves to our Masters. "Are you ready to find out what's in the box?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"Did you bathe?"

"Sir, No, Sir."

"You line up in front of your Masters like four stinking pigs? On Christmas morning?"

"Sir, Sorry, Sir." As they laughed, we hustled back upstairs and took a communal shower. I quickly combed Julie's hair and ran a brush through my own, and we ran back downstairs.

"Now are you ready to find out what's in the box?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

Master summoned zero and me over and felt our genitals. "Did you shave?"

"Sir, No, Sir."

"Honestly, have you fuckin learned anything at all since becoming slaves?" Zero and I ran back upstairs while they took our children, their two little sex toys, and played with them 'til we returned all smooth. We stood there and waited.

Eventually Mistress let the boy come up from licking her pussy and Master stopped frenching the girl. "Now are you ready to find out what's in the box?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for, then?" The four of us jumped on the box, tearing off the paper like bareassed toddlers as Master and Mistress laughed.

We saw the title on the box and the picture and the four of us stood up and stared down at it dejected. We'd been snookered.

"Now, now, I thought you'd be thrilled! When I saw one of these set up at Master Byron's home, I knew you'd want one here. It's going to be so much fun. Now, A3, you're the smartest slave in the family. Tell us all what you got for Christmas nice and loud."

"Sir, it's a Whipping Post, Sir."

"Yes, A3, isn't that wonderful? Your very own whipping post. Now, A2, you read what the box says, little Bitch."

"Sir, it's a thick steel pole, heavy construction, 4 inches in diameter, Sir, with three sets of rings securely attached at various heights, Sir. It's painted in matte black, Sir. And it comes with three different whips, Sir."

"Yes, yes, aren't you excited?"

"A1, I know you've been waiting for a proper whipping post, haven't you? You've been giving us all kinds of hints that you needed it. I think that's why you lost our cookies."

"And our fuckin punch bowl," Mistress added.

"And why you didn't shave today until we reminded you."

"And why my laundry was late."

"And why you haven't given us any fuckin babies!!!" Master wasn't smiling any more.

"Sir, Ma'am, I'm so sorry, Sir, Ma'am." Once again, I was the cause of my family's misery.

"Zero, open the box and read the directions. Then go get the tools you need. I want this post standing right over here in one hour."

While zero assembled our "gift." I made coffee and blueberry muffins and eggs and sausages for Master and Mistress. The children let them cuddle and fondle them but our son and daughter were not smiling. I knew they thought it was the worst Christmas ever. And I knew they blamed me.

I looked around and shook my head. Our living room, in our typical suburban home, on our quiet neighborhood street, in our friendly village of Oakwood Heights, was equipped with a set of ceiling rings, a strippers pole, a St. Andrew's Cross, and now a whipping post.

My legs were inserted through the middle set of rings and my ankles secured together with phone company ties. The steel rings around my thighs had to support my weight. My hands were tied to the top two rings. My body was pressed against the cold hard steel. The post ran between my boobs.

"Have you been a good bitch this year, A1?"

"Sir, No, Sir."

"A3, you heard what she said. Take the whip and give her ass five lashes." My son was crying but obeyed.

"Have you been a good bitch this year, A1?" Master repeated

"Sir, No, Sir."

"A2, you heard what your bitch mother said. Take the crop and strike her five times on the left thigh and five on the right."

"I'm sorry, Mommy." My poor daughter carried out her orders.

"Have you been a good bitch this year, A1?"

"Sir, No, Sir."

"Zero, swing the cat o'nine tails ten times across her back."

"Sir, No, Sir."

There was silence in the room. "You defy your Master, zero?"

"Sir, beat me instead, Sir, I will not strike my wife, Sir."

"Oh, I shall punish you for certain, zero, you worthless turd. A1, you shall finish your discipline later. All right, zero, you ask me to punish you instead. I will grant you your wish. Take your bitch wife off the post." With great tenderness, trying hard not to hurt my welts, my loving husband untied me and lifted me carefully down. He laid me on the couch, glaring defiantly at Master. Then with straight shoulders he walked up to the post and began to put one foot through the ring.

"No, zero. Put your foot down." Zero stared at him and did as he asked. "I said I would punish you. I didn't say I would beat you. Mistress? The boy." Mrs. Anderson took my son fighting and screaming in protest to the post and shoved his legs through the rings where mine had been. Then she tied his little hands up and secured his naked little body to the cold post. The boy who had shown them nothing but love since he became their slave. He was screaming. I covered my ears. "Now, Daddy," Master mocked, "your punishment is to watch your precious son, your flesh and blood, get the blows you refused to give your wife."

"Sir, NO, Sir," zero screamed. "Sir, Not the boy, Sir. Whip me, Sir. Whip me a hundred times but spare the boy, Sir."

Master nodded to Mistress, who did not hesitate to swing the cat o'nine tails on our boy's ribcage. Ten times. I rose to stop the carnage, but Master held me back. "I shall not have my word questioned. You are all my fuckin slaves, and I am your Master."

Mistress helped Master strap me on to the St. Andrew's Cross, then handcuffed zero to the ceiling rings with no support, and finally tied Julie's beautiful naked body to her strippers pole. They walked out the front door and left us to consider our sins. The sun was in the western sky before they returned. We had all cried ourselves dry. Junior was asleep. Mistress took him down off the horrendous device and carried him up to bed. When she returned, we could see she'd been crying. "Why did you make me do that to that poor lovely boy?" She was not directing the question at her husband, but at us, her slaves. Our obstinance was the source of Junior's ordeal.

Master released Julie who put up no resistance as he hugged and kissed and fondled her. "That's my good little bitch. You know how much Master loves you." Then he looked at zero and me. "You all know how much I love you. That's the only reason I discipline you. You need to learn your lesson."

Mistress took me off the cross and I humbly walked over and prostrated my naked torn body in front of Master. "Very good, Bitch. Go get the ladder and take zero down. I'm tired of looking at his ugly body." I obeyed the order quickly and as weak as he was, my husband also presented himself to Master. "Go to bed, all of you. We will forget today happened. We shall celebrate a true Christmas tomorrow."

The next day, we ate and sang and laughed and did everything we knew to bring joy to Master and Mistress. That included all four of us taking turns on the new post to get whipped for their amusement. Master was so happy, he ended the belated holiday by fucking both my daughter and myself, even though I had just started my period.

"Oh, by the way," As he was heading out the door, Master handed a small box to A3. "Santa sent you a little gift." Junior read the tag, turned red and ran up to his room with it. I never did find out who this was, but among the toys displayed on his dresser there now appeared a vile-looking purple butt plug.

The New Year started and I wondered what surprises it held in store. For a while, things were fairly normal. That is if you consider anything about my family's life normal. The children were back in school and doing well. Julie had another piano recital. Junior had his Cub Scout meetings and lots of friends and was always getting invited to parties and sleepovers. I was writing large red Xs on the calendar each month. I could see Master's disappointment on his face and felt his frustration across my ass. There were the evenings we entertained Master and Mistress on all our equipment, the regular fucks and the unexpected inspections.

The first event that was out of the ordinary occurred on the last day of March. It was the beginning of spring break for the schools. Mistress came over on Saturday morning and told Julie to put jeans and a T on. Then she drove her away. We saw Mistress return without Julie. That evening, Master came over to have his fun with us, and never explained what happened to our daughter. For some reason, though, I wasn't worried. In his unique way, Master loved Julie. He had protected her before and I was sure he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. Still, zero and I were anxious as days passed and we had no daughter. Junior tried to enjoy his week off from school, but the house just wasn't the same without Julie.

On Easter Sunday, Mistress brought Julie back home. She was wearing the same jeans and T but looked fine and healthy. And she was beaming. Over lunch, she explained that Master had given her to the Gundersons for the week. She had spent every night and most of every day with Ray. "Mom, he's really getting better at fucking. I told him I missed him and he said, 'Miss Julie.' He uses my name, Daddy. He's so fuckin sweet. His parents were so grateful. This morning, when they gave me back my clothes, I think Ray figured out that I was leaving. He hugged me so hard, I almost couldn't breathe. When Mistress came to get me, his parents made her promise to thank Master. And you know what? Mistress was kind of hinting I'd be going back there some time."

Master came over early that evening and didn't even sit down to eat. He just took Julie to her bedroom and began making up for all the fucks he missed. He left around dawn. Monday was back to school for everyone.

Zero got his vacation schedule and was disappointed. He was given two weeks in June and one in September. The kids would be in school. This time Master didn't do anything to rectify it. We decided he wasn't planning to send us to The Grove this year, but we knew he had plans for us.

In May, Julie got her ass tattooed for her twelfth birthday. A couple Sundays later, I was changing my tampon when Mistress came over. She told me to get MY jeans on. I gave zero a quick kiss and hugged my two kids. I had no idea when I'd see them again. As she drove away, she told me the children were old enough to take care of themselves for a week while zero was at work. I wasn't so sure. Would they get up in time for school? Would they get all their meals? Would they be worried about their mother? She drove me to a very exclusive neighborhood. She pulled through a security gate, drove up a long drive and stopped in front of a large modern home. She told me to strip and then sent me naked by myself up to the front door. I was shaking as I rang the bell.

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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.