Slaves and Telepaths Part 2 Arrivals Chapter 1 For the first time in what seemed like a long time I looked upon the hills of home. Admittedly they were passing by at high speed as I looked out the car windows. Diane sat next to me shivering, while Teresa sat in the drivers seat. "Well my slave, you'll soon be in your new home." I gently put my arm around Diane and squeezed her breast. "Does it have to be so cold?" she said between chattering teeth. "You'll get used to it." "Yeah," Teresa laughed. "Sleeping in late, cuddling up to a warm body." Diane perked up. "That sounds like fun." "Master, I just had a thought, are you going to give the others the exercise push?" Teresa inquired. "Hmmm, yes, unless they object, remind me will you." Diane looked between us. "What is the exercise push?" I shrugged. "Teresa used to complain about how much exercise she needed to do to keep her figure, so I just made it so that it no longer bothers her." "Sounds like a plan." As we pulled up in front of the mansion we were greeted by an unexpected sight, jogging on the spot on the stairs up to the door was a figure bundled up in cold weather gear. "Who the hell ...?" I asked. Teresa shrugged and we hopped out of the car. "Master!" the figure cried, and I immediately recognised the voice of Jessica, my youngest slave. Jessica sprinted down the steps and threw her arms around my neck. "Jessica, my darling, I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow." Jessica's face was hidden by a scarf, but I was sure she had a smile that would brighten a room. "I did a bit of detective work and found out you were arriving today, so I got a taxi and came up here to wait for you." "Master, can we go in, I'm cold," Diane complained. "Teresa, take the car into the garage, you're on unpacking." Teresa drove off while the three of us moved up to the door. Once inside Jessica and I quickly stripped off our cold weather clothes while Diane removed her inadequate jacket. I took in the sight of my young slave, who in turn was gazing at Diane. "Slave Jessica Howard, meet Diane Jones also my slave." Jessica did a funny little bow, to which Diane laughed. I looked at Diane. "Sorry beautiful, I know I said I'd fuck you good tonight, but Jessica's been all alone and horny for a month now," Diane smiled. "That's okay master, I understand." She turned to Jessica. "You, little miss, are in for one hell of a night. I'll go help Teresa, you two can start having fun if you want." I shook my head. "Too early, I'll wait until dinner." A realisation struck me. "Damn, we don't have a cook." I shrugged. "Guess I'll have to do it." "Handsome, rich and he can cook. I think we've found the perfect man." Diane sighed, I grabbed Jessica by the shoulder. "You young lady are going to be my kitchen helper." I was glad to see that the maids that tidied the house had also restocked the fridge, so we weren't going to starve. That night the four of us sat down to a lovely meal. Diane took a bite of the meal, then gave me a strange look. "Where does a rich boy like you learn to cook?" I shrugged. "I grew up in this house, between the age of five and ten the only people I talked to were the three maids, the butler, the cook and my tutors. I actually spent a lot of time talking shop with the cook, I think she actually enjoyed teaching me." The table was silent for a moment. "What happened to them?" Jessica asked. I looked around the table. "When I closed the mansion I gave them all large severance cheques." "That's rather cold isn't it?" Diane inquired. I shrugged. "The cook's owner / chef at a five star restaurant in town, the butler is running a hotel, and the others also got a chance to do the one thing they always wanted. Actually the girls that come in here weekly to clean the place work for one of my former maids." The others smiled, and the rest of dinner went well. Afterwards Teresa and Diane excused themselves, leaving Jessica to my not tender mercies. I took her into the lounge. I turned to Jessica. "Strip slave!" I ordered. Jessica started to coyly remove her clothes when I snapped, "Now!" In moments she was naked. I gazed at the young woman standing before me. Jessica hadn't changed in the month, still a little slim, and cute. She was nervous, not knowing what I was going to do. I smiled at her, then sat down on the sofa. "Come here, slave." Jessica almost ran over to stand in front of me. I looked at her breasts, and her nipples, a spark of an idea formed. I reached up and grabbed both of her hard nubs between my figures. Jessica closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling. I started pulling and teasing her nipples. "These are beautiful, aren't they slave." Jessica opened her eyes and looked down. "Yes master," she whispered. "I think I want to pierce them." I looked up to find Jessica's eyes positively glowing. "Yes please master," she whispered. I stood up and commanded her to follow me. We went to one of the few locked rooms in my house. Teresa and I had spent some free time and a lot of money changing some of the rooms into special theme rooms. This one was a kind of surgery, although most surgeries didn't have a table with restraints, or many of the other optional extras Teresa had asked for. I ordered Jessica up on the table, and strapped her in, including forcing a ball gag into her mouth. Next I got some cotton balls, some alcohol, a needle and a pair of gold rings. The rings I dropped into a steriliser for about half a minute, then fetched them out and left them to cool. I approached my helpless slave. "Well Jessica, I hope you're ready." I pinched a nipple, then slowly pushed the needle through it, removing the needle I quickly put a ring through the hole. I then repeated the procedure on her other nipple. Afterwards I stood looking at my restrained slave with her new breast adornments. I removed the bands holding Jessica still, then helped her to her feet. I smiled down at her. "I hope your enjoying yourself." Jessica, of course couldn't answer around the ball gag. She reached up and touched a ring, only to wince. "You're going to have to be careful with them until they heal properly," I told her. She nodded. I swept the girl off her feet, putting her down only to lock the door behind us, and headed up to my room. I threw her onto the bed and started undressing. Once naked I lay on the bed and crawled up over Jessica. I removed her ball gag, tossing it into a corner and covered her mouth with a kiss. My slave girl barely moved when I entered her, but let out a muffled screech as I took her virginity. I slowly pumped into her, taking my time as I indulged myself in a well anticipated joy. Jessica started to moan and gently shift her body in response to my movements. We fucked, her wanting to speed up, me keeping us slow. After a while I felt my orgasm approaching and looked into Jessica's mind to find that she had been at the edge of some time. I increased my pace and moments later we came together.