Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 11
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: MF humil M-dom

Keywords for full story:  rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy

Strange Relationships

Copyright © Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
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Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment!  Be warned!  If you’re not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you!  If you’re too young to
be legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer’s imagination.  You get the idea.

Chapter 11
The Hernandez Family adjusts to the Changed Situation


	Pete and his boxes stood in the entryway of the Hernandez' modest
apartment.  "Hello?"  Obviously, no one was around.  Just as obviously, he'd
accomplish little or nothing on his own, except looking like a thief.  He
backed out of the room, and headed back up the hall.  The idea of letting
Raoul collect his own crap had an initial appeal, but what if his wife
returned?  Besides, he didn't trust the little bastard not to claim shit
that wasn't his...  For that matter, Mrs. Hernandez might mislead him, out
of spite.  But a voice echoing from the Wench's quarters gave him an idea...

	"Bianca?  Uh, I could use your help..."

	The Wench eyed Pete sardonically, figuring any proposition Bianca
got from Pete was suspicious, and Bianca cueing on the Wench, reflected that
suspicion.  Besides, she had a certain amount of embarrassment to deal with
over recent incidents...  "Yes?"

	"Uh, about your Papa...  I'm supposed to collect his stuff, but your
Mama isn't in your rooms..."  Pete was pretty embarrassed for her; this
whole thing couldn't be pleasant...

	"Oh!"  Bianca blinked, surprised.  "Um, all right."  She glanced up
at the Wench, who shrugged,.  Okay, maybe this WAS something innocent, after
all...

	"If the Wench wants to go along..." Pete offered.

	The Wench frowned, thinking about it.  "I don't think I want to be
found messing around in Bianca's folks' rooms, even WITH an invite."  She
grimaced, eyeing Bianca.  "I will, though, if you think you need it, Hon."

	Bianca flicked a shy glance at Pete, "I think I'll be all right."

	"Oh, yeah, yeah!"  Hands up, Pete declared total innocence.  "I just
have to get this done!"  Turning to the Wench, he added, "Bianca's actually
the perfect choice -- either one of the combatants might set out to screw...
Uh, sorry!"

	The Wench and Bianca shared a rueful glance.  "Gauche as it was to
mention it, he's right," the Wench pointed out.  She flicked a quelling
glance at Pete, who shut his mouth with a clop.

	"All right.  Let's go!"  Bianca gathered her already packed book
bag, and hit the door.  "Bye, Wench!  Thanks for listening!"

	"What were you guys talking about?" Pete asked, stalking down the
hall behind her.

	"Oh, this," Bianca replied, "among other things."

	"This must suck," Pete observed as they entered the sitting room.

	"Um, I'm sure it will, when it soaks in," Bianca replied.  "Right
now, I'm kind of numb.  In some ways, it's a relief; the last couple of days
have been... rough."  She passed on to her parent's bedroom, and began
digging in drawers.  Mama made sure she had basic housekeeping skills like
laundering; she knew where all of Papa's clothing was.

	Pete sat a box on the bed, and began filling it with Raoul's
underclothes, feeling slightly sheepish to be pawing through another man's
stuff.  "Ummm, I guess.  When did this all start?"

	"Papa started venting Monday night.  Given the way Papa is, it must
have been the first time it ever occurred to him, which is surprising, in a
way..."  Mister Jason had been fucking Mama for YEARS, after all...  "I've
seen Papa slap Mama before over one thing or another, but I'd never seen
Mama fight back.  They had a regular knock-down, drag out fight Monday
night, and things haven't been any better, since..."

	Pete shook his head as the pair moved to the closet.  Bianca began
sorting through hangers.  "And this thing with the Wench..."

	"Oh, that!  It's almost educational..."  But a blush colored
Bianca's face as she turned to Pete with an armload of hangers.  Pete stood
there, indecisive, while he tried to figure out how to collect them without
also collecting Bianca -- not that that was such a terrible idea...
Finally, he began gingerly collecting them by the hooks.  Bianca didn't miss
a nuance of Pete's reaction, and reddened even further.  "We'd better fold
this stuff, anyway," she husked.

	"Sure."  He stretched the hung clothing out on the bed to minimize
wrinkling while Bianca went back for a second load.  Again, she stepped up
to him with an armload, this time closing in until he towered over her while
trying to collect hangers gingerly from above.  Were the little minx's eyes
dancing?  He carefully laid the new pile atop the first, creating a pretty
shaky stack, and Bianca, again businesslike, began removing things from
hangers, folding, and stowing.

	"We'll need more boxes," she observed.

	"Yeah.  Be right back."  Pete tucked the lids closed on two,
collected them in his arms, and headed out.  Somehow, when he cleared the
bedroom, he felt relieved.  How in the Hell did a fourteen year old DO that?
She was sure cute...  Pete liked the way she said things; her parents
weren't 'Popuh' and 'Mommuh', they were 'PapAH' and 'MamAH', accented on the
second syllable.  And those eyes...  Pete shook himself; what the Hell was
he thinking?  Down the hall to Raoul's room he went, lugging the boxes.
Muscling them around to free a hand, he knocked, and grunted,  "Here's the
first load of your stuff.  You'd probably better do some sorting; you can
only take so much on the plane, and we'll end up shipping the rest FEDEX.
Is there anything special I should be looking for?"

	Raoul eyed him for a moment, considering, then: "My knives.  There
is a case in the middle drawer of the dresser."

	"Right.  Let me know on the next pass if you think of anything
else..."  Pete got out of there, headed for the storage room and more boxes,
thinking, "Jeezus, ain't HE a classic?"

	When he let himself back into the apartment, Bianca had several neat
piles on the bed -- and the knife case was there, beside some other stuff.
Pete assembled the boxes and applied packaging tape, then held them open
while Bianca gathered armloads and deposited them inside.  On one such trip,
she looked up shyly, "Umm, about yesterday..."

	"You were stressed," Pete interjected.  "That's why I came over to
check on you.  I just didn't realize what type of stress it was..."

	"It was, ummm, pretty embarrassing..."

	"Well, everybody was pretty charged up.  After all, considering what
we were doing...  Most everybody else was at least getting some relief..."
Jeez, how DO you put this?"  You were basically the only one who was there
but not getting any."

	"Mister Charles wasn't."

	"Well, maybe not.  But I'd be willing to bet that he'd been laid
recently.  And he's a lot older, too -- he probably doesn't get that worked
up any more.  You, on the other hand..."  Had he just talked himself into a
corner?

	"Yes?"  She was blushing, but her teeth were showing.  He was
probably going to get bitten...

	"Well, you're, uh, fully charged?"

	"That's an interesting way of putting it," Bianca commented with
mild sarcasm.  "Is that what everybody thinks, since I made a spectacle of
myself?"

	No way out...  "Well, I think it's safe to say you're not a little
girl anymore.  Everybody noticed.  Charles saw fit to... admonish us about
getting any wild ideas..."

	"Oh.  What should I expect, then?"

	What a minefield!  "Well, nobody thinks less of you over yesterday.
For the guys, at least, you kinda put yourself on the map.  I mean that in a
positive way!" Pete held up his hands.  "But you ARE still fourteen, and
that's pretty serious poaching.  Some of the guys needed a serious threat to
put the idea of, uh, bothering you away, so Charles reminded 'em that your
Papa was pretty good with knives, and would probably cut 'em even if it was
YOUR idea.  Then he told us that if he got wind of you being taken advantage
of, HE'D cut the offender's balls off!  I figure you're pretty safe, even if
some of the guys drool from a distance."

	"Papa won't be around..." Bianca muttered, pondering.

	"Yeah, well, if anybody touches you that you don't want to, I'LL
hold him while Charles cuts him!" Pete declared.

	Bianca beamed.  Pete was SOOO cute, and now that Papa was leaving,
maybe...  Charles apparently didn't care about it if she WANTED a man...

	Pete basked in the smile for a moment, then got busy closing boxes.
"Um, how many more, do you think?"

	"I think four," Bianca returned.  "Want me to help you load up?
They're light..."

	"Okay."  Pete collected two, and Bianca stacked another pair on top,
then ushered him out the door.

	"I'll keep folding."

	"Okay.  Be right back."  This time, he squatted outside Raoul's door
before knocking.  "Another load.  I'm off to get more boxes."  Pete had no
interest in hanging around the angry little man, especially now that he had
his knives...

	...Only he didn't know it.  "My knives?" Raoul called out behind
him.

	"In one of those boxes!" Pete replied over his shoulder, and kept
going.

	Another loop through the supply room, and he was back.  "Bianca?"

	"I'm in the bathroom.  More stuff on the bed.  I'm getting Papa's
shaving gear and stuff..."

	"Okay."  Pete resumed loading clothing, putting shoes in the bottom
of the first box for this load.  Raoul favored highly-polished 'shit
kickers' -- pointed-toed lace-up shoes with a slight heel.  Pete thought
they'd been popular in the Seventies, maybe, but he could see how they'd
benefit a short man who occasionally got in a fight...

	Bianca came in with an armload of this and that from the bathroom,
which she tossed in another box.  "There are some things in the main room,"
she said, and headed back out.  Pete kept loading, avoiding the shaving kit
box, figuring that whatever Bianca returned with from the main room would
travel better with razors and such than clothing.  Bianca returned loaded
down with assorted knick-knacks, a walking stick, a rather pretentious
fedora, and a coat.  "That's it."

	"The cane is going to be a problem," Pete observed.  "Maybe he can
take it on the plane."

	"I don't think so."  Bianca's smile was carnivorous and she twisted
the handle slightly and pulled, revealing a long blade.

	Pete had heard of sword canes before, but never actually SEEN one.
"Oooookaaaaayyyy..."  The damned thing wasn't going in a box, either.  Well,
they could pack it, special, when the time came...  The hat went in the box
with the mixed articles, and the coat sucked up half of a clothing box, but
it appeared that they were done.  Now, all he had to do was get six boxes
out of there...

	"I'll help," Bianca offered.  "Let's load you up first."  They
repeated the procedure for the last load, piling up four boxes in Pete's
arms, then Bianca stooped to retrieve the other two and the cane.

	"Got it?" Pete asked.  Bianca nodded, and out the door they went.

	This time, Raoul apparently heard them coming.  He stood in the
door, apparently jubilant over something.  "Oh, good!  You're training her
do be a domestic!" he chortled.  "She'll need some skill beside being an
adulterous puta like her mother!"  Rounding on his daughter, he announced,
"You tell that whore I'm divorcing her as soon as I get to Kansas City --
and that I will have all of the evidence I need to make it stick!  Mister
Armand probably has tapes..."  He sneered at Bianca.  "You made YOUR bed --
now go lie in it!  Be careful of the wet spot!"  He shooed her off, and
Bianca, mortified, made no effort to fight it.

	Pete stood there, hangdog.  "That sucked, Raoul.  I damn sure didn't
need to see that!"

	"It is none of your business!" Raoul retorted nastily. Kicking the
boxes into his room, he slammed the door.

	Bianca ran down the hall a short distance, then stopped and composed
herself.  Pete followed, standing next to her for a moment before murmuring,
"Man!  That was... nasty!"

	Bianca managed, "Well, Papa was never the doting father...  He's
never been any too tolerant."  She managed a wry smile.  "There was never
any question whether I'd stay with Mama; Papa isn't equipped to deal with me
by himself.  He really never has."  Her face went serious.  "Although, if
Mister Armand really told Papa that, Mama and I might be in serious
trouble..."

	Pete gave in to the urge to wrap his arms around her.  "It'll be all
right."  Logically, he didn't have a leg to stand on; Mr. Wilson could turn
out Inez and Bianca even faster than Raoul, if he cared to.  But, while he
couldn't explain it, his gut told him that with Jason so intimately involved
in the fiasco, Mr. Wilson probably wasn't planning anything too radical.

	Bianca was both comforted and not comforted.  Pete's arms felt VERY
good, but his words weren't convincing.  Things could get serious, very
quickly...  "I'd better get back..."

	Pete took the hint and let go.  "If you need anything..."

	"Thanks."

	Pete watched her head off down the hall, then turned back to his
babysitting job.  What the Hell was he thinking, anyway?

                         --------------------

	On her return, Bianca found her mother sitting in her chair in the
sitting room, her head in her hands, shoulders shaking.  Instantly, her
worst fears surfaced, "Mama?"

	Inez, looked up.  "Oh, my flower, what have I done?"

	"I just came from Papa.  He said..."

	"I know what he said," Inez replied dully.  "He said he will be
filing for divorce, and that Mister Armand told him he would provide him
with everything he needs."

	Bianca nodded.  "What happened?"

	"Mister Armand called your father away; I assumed it was to fire
him, so when he called me, I went in to ask him if he would take me on as a
cook and a maid.  I was done with your father, and I saw an opportunity for
us to be free of him.  Little did I know the cost..."  Her shoulders shook.

	This sounded bad.  "Tell me."

	"He called me in and he asked me why we were disturbing the peace of
his house.  I started to complain about your father, but he confronted me
with my infidelity.  He said he knew about Mister Jason, but that if I'd
REALLY been being abused, I'd have come to him!  He accused me of enjoying
it!  I denied this, but..."  She hung her head.  "He showed me pictures --
videos -- of Mister Jason having me.  I was screaming my joy; there was no
way to deny the truth..."

	Bianca began wondering if she should start packing her own things.
"And then?"

	"Then Mister Armand spent some time weighing his options.  He
offered me the maid's job, but the price..."

	"Price?"

	"I'm a puta, a whore.  If anything, I'm lower than the Wench; at
least she isn't married, an adulteress!  Mister Armand made this clear...
The lies I told myself have been stripped away...  I'm to allow the divorce,
or Mister Armand will give Raoul everything he needs.  Mister Jason and
Mister Armand are going to punish me for my sins, and they're going to use
me, whenever and however they want..."

	"We can leave, Mama," Bianca mused.  "It won't be easy, but..."

	"My little flower," Inez husked sadly, "there is something I haven't
told you..."

	'More?' Bianca thought.  Her face held the question.

	"I am... pregnant..."

	"Dios mio!"  Shock played across Bianca's features.  "Uhhh..."

	Inez nodded, and tears poured.  "Mister Jason."

	Bianca covered her face.  She didn't know whether to cry, or laugh
insanely.

	"I have already sold my soul, Daughter.  We will continue to live
here.  Mister Jason is my Master, and Mister Armand is my Lord.  Mister
Jason was clear about this."  She shook her head.  "Mister Armand was
looking for a way to punish Mister Jason, but when he found out, he said I'd
done it for him..."

	"And the baby?"

	"It is my Lord's will that I carry it, and that my Master
acknowledge it and see to its care...  I can no longer be Catholic, with my
sins, but I cannot consider abortion..."

	"Oh, man!  What did Mister Jason say to that?"  Bianca's eyes were
huge!  Mister Jason was... dangerous... in ways that left Papa in the
dust...

	"He wants proof positive -- a paternity test -- but he KNOWS it is
his...  He will do as my Lord requires."  She looked up.  "I will be his
woman, now, more than I was; he will not wait until I'm divorced to exercise
his control over me.  You will witness my shame, regularly."

	"Mama, you're not going to your death, here.  You and Mister Jason
have had a thing for some time...  To me, it sounds like it will only get
more intense." Bianca rolled her eyes.  Such theatrics!

	"Things have changed.  Before, attacks were occasional, and I could
justify them by pretending that I was making a sacrifice for my family.
Now, there is nothing to stop my Master and I know that I'm just a slut..."

	"You have to call him that?"

	"Yes."

	"Huh.  Well, Mama, you KNOW that all of the other women in this
household put up with it -- except maybe Cook..."

	Inez chuckled dryly, "Even Velma, although even SHE isn't sure
why..."  Velma was a huge black Jamaican woman -- not exactly Mister
Armand's normal fare...

	Bianca shrugged.  "Okay, well, I fail to see what makes your plight
any worse than theirs...  Okay, there's the Church, but..."

	"I'm an adulteress!" Inez's eyes flashed.

	"Oh, Mama!'

	"Even the first time, I just knelt up and did as he bid..."  Inez
shook her head, remembering.

	"And Mister Jason is an incredibly dangerous man, who would have had
his way, anyway!  Forget it!  Things are really somewhere between the
extremes, here!  God will forgive you, even if the Church doesn't!  Buck
up!"

	"We can never go home..."

	"I'm sorry, Mama, but I'm not sure that's any big loss."  In
Bianca's view, her Mama's beloved hometown was a collection of dirty hovels
occupied by ignorant people who made rude comments about things they'd never
seen.  "You go to Mass until they lock the door on you; around here, I doubt
that it will happen, anyway -- the Church in America has a nodding
acquaintance with reality, occasionally..."

	"And my bastard child?" Inez rasped.

	"Time, Mama, time.  You have several months.  Maybe Mister Jason
will do the right thing..."

	"I know better than to hope," Inez grunted, but she was beginning to
stop feeling sorry for herself.  She speared Bianca with a look, "YOU are
not safe, either!  My Lord Armand at one point threatened to put both Raoul
and I out, but keep you and train you to be a puta like the Wench!"

	Bianca flinched, but...  "Mama, if Mister Armand had a thing for
young girls, he'd have found a way to get to me already!  I think he was
just trying to scare you!"

	"What about your service to the Wench?" Inez countered.  "Perhaps
this is just the start -- he's breaking down your resistance..."

	"Now that Papa's no longer around to punish, it will probably
end..."

	"No.  You will continue, to punish ME!"  Inez crossed her arms and
sat back, pleased that she'd made a dent in her daughter's indifference.

	"Yeah, well, just because they threatened to have sex with you
occasionally..."

	"They already HAVE!  BOTH of them!  At the SAME TIME!  Master Jason
used my mouth and Lord Armand..." Inez rubbed her ass.  "Lord Armand stuck a
buzzing thing in my..." Inez's upbringing hadn't really provided her with
words for the kinds of things the men did to her.

	"Pussy, Mama."  Bianca ducked the reflexive slap.  "Learn the words.
Knowing Mister Jason, he'll want to hear them from you."

	"You are already ruined!" Inez exclaimed.

	"Because I know what to call it?" Bianca laughed.  "I learned THAT
at school!  THIS is why I have no interest in returning to the old country!
Ignorance and superstition!  Well, Mama, if you're gonna get used the way
you THINK you're gonna get used, you should learn the words!  They'll be
your stock in trade!"

	Inez, furious, hopped up and exclaimed, "You are depraved!  I will
wash your vile mouth out with soap!  You will be grounded..."

	"Mama, sit down, and shut up!" Bianca roared.  She stood, and the
problem became apparent; she had an inch and a half on Inez, and was
younger, leaner, perhaps stronger...  Inez discovered that moment that
occurs for many parents when they discover that their children have
surpassed them, and are no longer amenable to direct physical control.  It
was ANOTHER shock, atop a long list in the past hour or so; Inez, mouth
working, collapsed back into the chair.  Bianca moved up and rubbed her
mother's back, "So tell me about it."

	"Lord Armand put a buzzing thing..."

	"A vibrator, Mama."

	"... In my... pussy...  It had a thing on it that touched my...
center..."  Bianca took clitoris in context.  "It was impossible to resist.
Lord Armand was in my..."  Inez looked up at Bianca for support, and got it,
"...ass, and Master Jason was... fucking... my throat, holding onto
these..."  She fingered her braids.  But the buzzing thing -- I couldn't
resist.  God help me, I..."

	"You came?  You had an orgasm?"

	Inez hung her head.  "Yes..."

	"Well, Mama, if you're gonna have to do it, you might as well enjoy
it!"

	"You ARE ruined!"

	"No, I'm practical, like my Mama.  Sex with Mister Jason isn't
exactly a fate worse than death for you, and I think you've done all of this
stuff before, anyway.  You need to get past this beating on yourself thing,
and get back to dealing with reality.  It'll all be okay -- and might even
get better!"  Bianca rubbed her mother's back.  "How about some tea?"

	"You weren't the one... used..." Inez complained, but she nodded in
answer to Bianca's question.

	"Mama, the only thing different about this is how you're handling
it!  Haven't you had sex both ways with Mister Jason?"  Bianca put the
kettle on their small stove.

	"Well, yes, but..."

	"But what, Mama?"

	"Well, two?  At the same time?"

	"Mama, I watched the Wench do more, just yesterday!  Are you hurt?"

	"Well, no..."

	"Then it is all in your head!  Remember that Mister Armand enjoys
messing with women's heads as much as he enjoys messing with their bodies!"

	"How do you know?" Inez demanded.

	"Mama, I've lived here for several years now, and I'm NOT blind!
I've watched Mister Armand's women wander around here, wondering what he was
going to do to them next.  You have that exact same look!" Bianca insisted.
"Besides, I've had a few talks with the Wench..."

	"I fear the results of THAT..."

	"I think you'd benefit from a long talk with her, yourself!  She's
probably unique in that nothing that Mister Armand does to her fazes her!"
Bianca set out cups, the tea bags, and honey.  "At this point, how is your
situation different from, say, Consuela's?"

	"Master Jason," Inez returned positively.  "My lord Armand made it
clear that Master Jason OWNS me; he doesn't OWN anyone else..."

	"Okay," Bianca mused, "how bad is that?"

	"I don't know!"  Inez began to get agitated.

	Bianca turned from the stove and stamped her foot.  "Why don't you
wait and find out, then?  Why borrow trouble?  Why are you so upset?"

	"The baby..." Inez husked.

	"Um.  Yes, that's bad.  How did that happen?  And how does Mister
Jason feel about it?"

	"It just did.  Mister Jason told me to go on birth control, but I
couldn't; the Pope says it's not right.  Besides, your father would have
found the pills..."

	"Mama, the Wench says the Pope is just looking for more souls to
rule.  I think maybe she's right..."

	Inez smiled wryly.  "My lord Armand said much the same thing.  Then
he asked me if I refused to eat eggs because of the fact that I was killing
baby chickens!"  She shook her head.

	Bianca blinked.  THAT was an odd one...  "Um, so you disobeyed
Mister Jason, and there are serious consequences.  That's bad.  How bad is
it, do you think?"  The kettle had reached the point of beginning to
whistle, so she removed it from the burner and began pouring.  "And why are
you being so careful to use this new form of address?  It's just us,
here..."

	Her mother surprised her by glancing around in total paranoia.
"When my Lord Armand confronted me with my sins, he told me that very little
escapes his attention in this house.  When I tried to deny my guilt, he
showed me a... movie?  on a disk..."

	"A video?" Bianca supplied.

	"Yes, a video.  A video of Master Jason taking me, and me enjoying
it, loudly, to my shame.  A video taken IN THIS ROOM!"

	Bianca blinked, and looked around, herself -- but she'd never
noticed anything before, so...  "Wow!"

	"He knows that you and the Wench discussed birth control!" Inez
followed up.

	Bianca found herself wondering if he knew about her relieving
herself in the linen closet...  "Ooookay.  I guess maybe you'd better,
then..."  She rubbed at her face.  Well, Mister Armand probably didn't
bother with EVERYTHING...  Bianca managed to get the cups to the coffee
table, and went back to collect the honey and spoons.  Re-seating herself,
she came back to the unanswered question:  "How angry is Mister Jason?"

	"I... don't know," Inez replied.  "My lord Armand has forbidden him
to kill me or kill the baby, but..."  She shook her head.  "I think that in
the moment that I revealed it, his rage could have resulted in my death, but
my lord Armand stifled that with his presence.  I believe that he will obey
the injunctions that my lord Armand has laid upon him.  But I ALSO believe
that his anger will lead him to punish me severely, perhaps over a long
period."

	"How do you feel about that?" Bianca asked.

	Inez looked up from spooning honey into her cup.  "I guess I deserve
it..."

	"I guess you do, too, Mama.  I understand how it happened, but it
wasn't smart."  Bianca shook her head.  It was the kind of mistake that SHE
could be expected to make, at HER age -- not something for a grown woman to
do!  But Mama's upbringing was insular, and the Church was a powerful force
in it...  Thank God SHE was being educated in America!  Even in America,
however, people had strong opinions over terminating an actual pregnancy...
"How did he seem when you left him, Mama?"

	"He and Lord Armand were laughing and joking...  They were talking
about what kind of uniform I would wear..."  The Wilson mansion had no
standard uniform for servants; Armand dictated what they wear as individuals
-- whatever he decided looked good on them.  Consuela wore a French maid's
frock with the whole list of accessories: nylons and garters, tiny skirt
that didn't cover her bare ass, push-up bra, the tiny apron and white hat...
Velma wore a more standard grey dress and wide apron.  Leticia, who was also
black, wore a variation on this that exposed a lot more skin...  Males wore
various things, from Jason's business suit, to Raoul's batman's livery of
tie, vest, and dress pants, to Ed's coveralls, apparently depending upon
their function.  Jorge wore a grey chauffeur's outfit -- very nattily,
Bianca thought.  And, of course, the Wench wore nothing at all...

	"No doubt there will be a punishment built in, somewhere," Bianca
hazarded.

	"I don't think I can..."

	"Mama!" Bianca cut her mother off.  "If the walls have ears, I don't
think you want to give anyone ideas!"

	"Ulp!" Inez's mouth closed with a clop.

	"Well, whatever they come up with, you'll wear it," Bianca mused.
"You have no choice; besides, pleasing Mister Jason should be a top
priority.  Under normal circumstances, I don't think that's any too onerous,
despite the beatings he gives you -- but with him angry like he probably
is..."  She sipped her tea.  "How DO you handle the beatings?"

	"Ummm.  Well, they DO hurt...  But then, he takes me, and makes me
his; somehow, I add the pain to the pleasure..."

	"Anal sex?  Oral sex?"

	"Daughter!" Inez looked flustered.  "Dios mio!"

	"Well?"

	"Oral is... sucking?"  Bianca nodded, so Inez went on, "It is a
service; there is some pleasure in doing it well.  And the smell, the taste,
the passing of excitement back and forth...  I don't cum, but I get very
excited.  If he does something else..."  Bianca continued to eye her.
"Anal... usually hurts, at the start, but it can be pleasurable.  It is odd,
but true..."

	The door flew open at that point; both women whirled in surprise.
Jason stood there, eyeing them, waiting for something.  Bianca supplied it:
"You scared us!"

	Jason stepped through the door.  "I require no invitation to come
here -- I have property within these rooms."  He gazed pointedly at Inez.
"On your knees in my presence, Slut!"

	Inez made no argument; she went straight to her knees from the chair
without going erect in between.

	"In fact," Jason continued, "I'm thinking about moving the pair of
you out of here and into other rooms -- why should I have to come here to
find you?  Come here, Slut!"  Inez took a moment to try to figure out how to
clear the coffee table on her knees before circling behind the chair to move
into Jason's reach.  In the meantime, Jason addressed Bianca, "You continue
to be a dependent, here, and subject to the protections a dependent enjoys
-- EXCEPT that you will continue to serve the Wench until further notice!
Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Sir."

	Inez knelt up before Jason, and he gathered in her braids, moving
her head by tugging one and then the other -- not hard, largely because Inez
did not fight the direction; it was mere play.  He looked back up.  "I
appear to be responsible for you, at one remove, through my ownership of
your mother; if you require something, I should hear about it.  If you are
unclear regarding your rights -- as your mother claims to have been -- you
should ask either myself or Mr. Wilson.  At this point, however, your mother
HAS no rights; she is my property, to use as I see fit."  He turned his
attention to Inez, "Are you wearing panties, Slut?"

	"No, Master."

	"Good. You're not to.  Bend over the chair."  Inez rose and bent
over the upholstered back of the chair she had been occupying, and Jason
circled behind her, throwing the skirt of her housedress up.  While her
mother's body and the chair masked his actions somewhat, it was clear that
he was dropping his pants.  The hall door remained open; Bianca passed it a
quick glance, but did nothing.  Bianca did not see it, but the moment of
penetration was clear on her mother's face; Jason began to move in her,
murmuring, "I guess it's too late to worry about pregnancy..."

	Both of the adults were eyeing Bianca, her mother in embarrassment,
and Mister Jason with a look of predatory glee.  Bianca decided not to let
him think he was getting away with anything.  Deliberately, she picked up
her teacup and announced, "I've seen this before..."

	Jason let out a surprised chuckle.  "You have?"

	"Many times.  Initially, it was very educational, but..."

	"You'll forgive me if I do not stop?"

	"This IS Mama's job..."  Bianca feigned indifference.  "I'm hoping
that she enjoys it more than her last one."  She settled back in her chair,
maintaining eye contact with Mister Jason, who was shaking his head and
displaying an expression that was about as close to pleasure as anyone had
ever seen on that poker face.

	"You're a cool one." Jason observed.  Bianca merely smiled.

	Inez was displaying an expression of complete mortification -- but
her hips were beginning to dance.  Humiliation was feeding her arousal; she
was surprised and horrified that Bianca refused to leave, but something
inside her was pleased she didn't.

	Jason turned his attention to his woman, "That dress is an
annoyance, Slut -- I can't get to those fat dugs of yours!  Do something
about it!"

	Inez began working at the buttons, but she was far gone.  Bianca put
down her cup.  "I can help..."

	"P--please..."  Inez was only half there; an orgasm was on the way
-- a BIG one!  Her hands didn't work...

	Bianca stood and grabbed the hem of her mother's dress, tugging it
up over her head.  The waist caught on Inez's breasts for a moment, but a
quick jerk cleared them -- the shapeless thing wasn't THAT tight.  Inez had
opened the buttons at the collar, so THAT wasn't an issue... "Raise your
arms, Mama."  Inez did so, and Bianca tugged the dress the rest of the way
off.

	Jason didn't know what to make of little Bianca; she was a total
surprise...  "Thank you."

	Bianca's smile was predatory.  "Apparently, this kind of thing is MY
job, at the moment..."  She stepped back and resumed her seat, apparently to
coolly observe the act before her.  She transferred her attention to her
mother's eyes while Jason leaned forward and began mauling Inez's nipples.

	Inez's expression still held some humiliation, but her eyes were
glazed; they were fixed upon Bianca's because they were the most compelling
thing in her range of vision, but she was beyond recognizing just who owned
them...  Bianca watched as her mother's face, neck and shoulders reddened,
then she began to shake, "AaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
CHINGAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!"  Inez's eyes rolled up and she threw herself
back against her master in an effort to get all of that delicious friction
available, until it triggered the shockwaves that blasted her mind and left
only vast waves of pleasure.

	Bianca's expression never changed, but she was aroused beyond
endurance.  Rising from her chair, she observed, "It looks like perhaps Mama
WILL enjoy this more..."  She leaned over and kissed her virtually
incapacitated mother on the cheek, "Goodnight, Mama..."  She nodded gravely
to Mister Jason, who was obviously ejaculating in Mama, from the look on his
face, and strode to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

	There, the last vestiges of calm left her; she ripped off her
panties and threw herself onto the bed, her right hand already delving
between her fleshy outer lips.  By the time Jason rose up and smacked Inez
on the ass to get her attention for a cleanup suck, Bianca was already
screaming her first orgasm into her pillow.

                         --------------------

	Jason's intent when he entered the room had been serious abuse of
his slave, an establishment of unchallenged ownership.  Bianca's presence
had caused him to switch to potentially more potent psychological ploys
designed to tie up both of the women -- but little Bianca had applied some
kind of mental jui-jitsu, leaving Jason in frank admiration of the young
girl!  Her mother might be a simple, open-faced peasant slut, but little
Bianca was a complex character who handled herself well under stress!  His
planned serious beating of Inez had also gone by the wayside, somewhere --
Jason found that he just wasn't angry enough to deliver it.  Sighing, he
delivered a ringing slap on the slut's butt.  "Get up and clean me off, you
silly cunt!"

	Inez roused herself groggily, following the tugs on her braids to a
position on her knees before her master's gooey cock.  The requirement was
clear, and she proceeded to suck and lick, starting at her master's gooey
pubic hair at the base of his cock, where things were at their messiest, and
finishing with his half-hard shaft.

	When it was clear that she'd accomplished everything that was to be
expected, Jason spurned her, pushing her head to throw her back to collapse
on the floor.  "Get me something to drink!"

	"Wh--what, Master?"

	Jason pondered this.  "What do you have?"

	"Coffee, tea, water..."  Inez hadn't approved of soda pop; she
subscribed to the idea that it would be bad for Bianca's complexion, weight,
and a dozen other things.

	"Anything alcoholic?"

	"Perhaps some Dos Equis... Master,"  Raoul drank the light Mexican
lager.

	Jason liked beer, despite the fact that drinking it was less than
pretentious -- but he wasn't going to drink anything that little greaser
Raoul drank!  "Get me a Killian's, then."  Inez blinked in confusion, so he
injected irritation into his voice, "What?"

	"I don't have that, Master!" Inez all but wailed.  Certainly, Master
was doing this as a pretext to beat her...

	Actually, beating wasn't required.  Jason was learning subtlety from
his mentor, Armand.  "Then go and get it," he snapped pedantically.  "There
is a tap in the kitchen -- Velma will show you how to draw a draft beer.  A
tall one, I think; Velma will show you the proper glasses."  His face
firmed, "Go!"

	Inez hopped up.  "Like this?"  She was absolutely naked, with Master
Jason's seed running down her leg.  Surely...

	"Yes, like that!" Jason roared. "Move, or I'll give you a dozen
stripes with my belt to wear!"

	"Master!"  Inez hurried around him, being sure to stay out of reach,
and took off down the hall as if the dogs were on her.

	Jason shook his head.  So simple, so guileless...  He pulled up and
belted his trousers, and dropped into the chair.  One could read her thought
process from her face at any given moment.  It was an absolute miracle that
that fool Raoul had not discovered the truth years ago...

	Inez pattered down the hall thirty feet before the realization that
she was naked in public overcame her fear of her master and brought her to a
halt.  She stood there, hopping from foot to foot, her mind awash.  What to
do?  What to do?  Nothing came to mind, and someone would happen along in
moments to discover her shame...  Inez had an incredible nudity taboo; her
mother had drilled it into her almost from the moment she was aware of
herself as an individual.  To be standing, naked in the hallway for ANYONE
to see, the proof of her harlotry running down her leg...  Dios mio!  A
whisper of sound behind her had her dashing madly for the kitchen -- maybe
Velma wasn't there...  She stopped before the double door, indecisive --
what if she was?  But Charles appeared at an intersection behind her, making
her decision for her; better to be seen by a woman than by a man...

	Velma looked up as the door blasted open; she'd been slicing
nectarines to send to the Boss.  "Damn, Honey, you hot or somethin' ?  That
no-good husband o' yours ain't chasin' yo' is he?"  She took up a position
waving her knife at the door.

	"Um, no..."  Inez hung her head.  Caught!

	"Why ain't yo' wearin' no clothes?"

	"Master Jason..."

	Velma tilted her head.  "Massa, now...  Whazzat all about?"  She ran
her eye up and down Inez's exposed body.  "Yo' leakin' a bit..."

	"I -- I..."

	The intercom lit.  "Velma?"

	Velma waddled to the wall unit.  "Mistah J?"

	"Is that worthless cunt Inez with you?"

	"Yassuh."

	"Did she get my beer yet?"

	"Nosuh.  Not yet."

	There was a chuckle.  "I hate to tell you this, but what with the
recent goings on, Mr. Wilson has taken the little fool into his employ, to
take over some of her idiot husband's duties, and to assist you.  Oh, and
she's MINE!  She works for Mr. Wilson, but I own the silly cow."

	"Oh.  Well, she's sorta nekkid right now, suh."

	"I know, I fired her off that way.  Show the silly bitch how to draw
a Killians and send her chunky ass back to me with it."

	"Yassuh."  Velma turned from the wall unit, her heavy body rippling
to her deep chuckle.  "You wanna tell me 'bout it?"

	"Can I have something...?"  Inez was belatedly attempting to cover
the more important locations with her hands.

	"Why?" Velma challenged.  "Yo' ain't got nuthin' Ah ain't got more
of..."  She shook her head, then nodded toward a coat rack.  "Take an apron;
can't have yo' runnin' 'round the kitchen without protection."

	Inez sidled over and snatched an apron; it was a big one with a wide
neck strap holding up a square of cloth ALMOST big enough to hide her
breasts and a lower portion wide enough to act as a skirt, even given Inez's
wide hips and plush ass.  She got into it; it wasn't much but it was
CERTAINLY better than nothing...  Velma cocked an eyebrow.  "Well?"

	"Can we, uh, do the beer?  Master will become impatient..."

	Velma chuckled and waddled to a cabinet, retrieving a glass.
"Talk."

	"Is that a big one?  He wants a big one..." Inez insisted nervously.
Velma replaced the glass and selected a taller one, then stood there,
waiting: Inez got the point.  "Raoul is gone, or will be tomorrow.  I went
to see Mister Armand, trying to find a way to stay.  Things got... crazy.
Mister Armand told me that he was sending Raoul away for his sins, but I
must pay for mine...  He gave me to Mister Jason.  As a slave, more or less.
Because..."

	"Because yo' been fuckin' Mistah J forever?" Velma guessed.

	"Yes."  Inez hung her head.

	"Well, yo' ain't got no enemies 'round here 'cause o' THAT, Honey!"
Velma announced.  "C'mere. Ah'll show yo' how ta work the tap..."  She
showed Inez where the keg was and how to operate it, drawing a beer and
deliberately spilling off the head.  "Yo' really my help?"  Inez nodded.
"Come in 'bout six, then; we'll do some bakin'.  The Boss is 'bout due for
some more o' your tortillas, an' Ah figger you'll be wantin' ta butter him
up..."  Inez nodded again, mute.  Velma put a big hand on her bare shoulder,
and looked her in the eye.  "You do what you hafta fer Mister J an' don'
worry 'bout everone else -- ain't a one a us don't owe ya fer keepin' his
dander down.  Now git!"

	Inez mouthed thanks, and headed for the door, but Velma added a
warning.  "Best yo' shuck that apron 'fore he sees ya, Honey.  Yo' left
nekkid; he'll want yo' back same way!"  Inez gulped and nodded.

	On the way back, Inez passed Ed in the hall.  There was nowhere to
go, so she brazened it out, looking straight ahead as she passed him,
clutching the beer.  Ed wasn't paying attention, initially, but that white
dress she was wearing was awful funny looking; he got a glimpse of the side
of a pretty full breast, and was that her ass peeking out of the slit up the
back?  Ed scratched his head; he hadn't taken Mrs. Hernandez for the bare
skin type...  Oh, well.  With Raoul on the way out, maybe she was going to
get loose for a bit; he might, in her place.  Maybe she'll want a little
strange...  No, best not.  Jason's bad news...  The little fantasy he'd been
concocting foundered on reality before it even got started.  Curiosity got
the better of him, though, and he began quietly following the little Mexican
woman, at some distance.  Yeah, that was bare ass, all right...

	Inez stopped before her door, and Ed ducked into a doorway, just in
time to avoid being seen.  When he peered around the door facing, however,
he got a treat; Inez was shrugging out of what he now recognized as a full
apron, carefully juggling the beer -- and she was buck naked beneath!  Okay,
so, she wasn't her daughter; but she was a damned fine piece in her own
right!  Shit!  Inez opened the door and entered, and Ed sidled up to listen
from outside.  Why did she get naked in the hall, for Christ's sake?

	The answer was immediate; Jason's voice grunted, "What took you so
long, Slut?  Come here, kneel up."  Ed shook his head.  Raoul wasn't even
out of the house yet, and Jason had moved in...  Ed picked up the apron; one
of Velmas -- had to be.  It was HUGE!  Obviously, she hadn't been wearing it
on the way out...  Ed started to get an idea.  Maybe tonight wasn't the
proper time, but it could be that Little Mrs. Naked could be induced to up
some pussy, if he got something on her that she didn't want Jason knowing...
He headed off toward the kitchen, humming a bit to himself as he got clear
of the door, the apron bunched in his hand.  Let Little Mrs. Naked wonder
what happened to it...

	Jason took a pull at his beer and eyed his prize.  The stupid cunt
was pregnant, something for which forgiveness was going to come hard.  But
other than that...  Twenty-four hour availability was going to be sweet...
"We need to decide upon a uniform for you.  Show me your wardrobe!"  Inez
got up and padded off toward the bedroom, her breasts swaying and her chunky
ass shimmying, and Jason followed, drinking it all in.  No more waiting for
that greasy little spick husband of hers to hit the door -- he could have
her anytime!

	Inez opened the closet, vaguely surprised that it was half empty.
"This is it, Master."  Slowly, it dawned on her what was wrong; Raoul's
things were gone!   Well, that was all to the good...

	Jason pawed through things.  More shapeless dresses like the one
still heaped in the sitting room, some long skirts, some peasant blouses...
Yeah, that was it!  "You'll go in more or less your natural state, I think,"
he announced.  "You'll wear skirts and these," he fingered a blouse,
"exclusively.  You'll wear no shoes indoors, and sandals out.  No panties,
and no bras, but you can wear THAT!"  'That' was a bustier; it would lift
and support her breasts while exposing them.  "Oh, and you will bear your
breasts any time you are in my presence."

	"Master?"

	"You heard me!  It doesn't matter if God himself is in the room; if
I enter it, you fish the neckline of your blouse down under your breasts!
Understood?"

	"Yes, Master."  Just thinking about it left Inez mortified.

	"Good.  It'll be even better when they get all full of milk so you
can nurse our snot-nosed brat!" Jason grunted.  The anger was there,
flickering.  "I don't suppose you have any sense about this..."

	"Master?"

	Jason fixed her with a glare, "Abortion is the sensible course..."

	... But one look said it wasn't going to happen.  Armand knew this,
obviously.  No, the stupid cow was going to carry the brat, and Jason was
going to be a father, willy-nilly, like it or not.  "I... can't, Master."

	Jason rolled his eyes.  "Why am I not surprised?"  He sighed.
"Expect to move, as soon as I can clear it with Armand and make other
arrangements.  Bianca will move, too.  I'm going to want to warm my feet on
your sorry ass, nightly."  He chuckled at her look of concern.  "Little
Bianca is safe from me.  Actually, she's a surprise; I was impressed with
this evening's little performance..."  He mused a moment.  "Yeah, you're
going to go to sleep with my cock in your mouth, and wake up with it in your
ass -- we can do THAT right up to when the water breaks!"  He chuckled and
turned to leave.  "Make sure you make Velma happy, and handle the silver and
such; I know you spent considerable time covering that fool of a husband of
yours, so you'll need no instruction in THAT portion of your duties..."  He
took another pull on his beer and left the bedroom.  Inez just stood there
until the entry door slammed behind him, then collapsed on the bed.