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 Robert 3_2 (Homecoming)

   This story takes over where "Homecoming" part one left off.  In addition
to part one, I also recommend you read "Robert Lives" and "The Salt Pile".
This story is about a boy that enslaves his family.

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   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   It was Friday and our last full day in my mother's hometown.  Other than
at bedtime, I hadn't actually planned to have any real fun with my uncle,
mother or sister.  After all, the trip was only four days total; of that,
two were used for travel.

   I thought for sure that I wouldn't meet my objectives of the visit in
that short a time, let alone finish early.  However, everything had worked
out way better than I could have ever hoped.

   Among other things, I had found my grandfather and convinced him to come
back into Uncle Jay's life.  Actually, it was more like "taking over" Uncle
Jay's life.  At first I wasn't too sure how good of a job Grandpa Bob would
actually do, but if you read the first half of this story then you know Bob
was already starting to transition back into the family very well.

   I also found Dr.  Kelly and struck up a partnership with him as well.  I
now had access to various drugs and medical advice.  Granted, it was
basically a contract with the devil that I almost literally had to sign in
blood.

   I will keep my third objective secret for now.  However, I will say that
I was successful in that object.

   Not only had I met all my objectives but I even got a bonus.  While
researching, I found an uncle I didn't even know I had.  When I visited him
I found he was in possession of my father's DVD collection.  He was also in
possession of my Uncle Joey, who everyone thought had run away at an early
age.

   All of that in just two days!

   2.

   Like I said, I hadn't planned to have any real time to play with the
rest of the family.  However, it turned out that I had a full half-day to
do so.  Well, a half day with my mother and sister anyway.  My uncle was
back at the hotel having a Taster's Choice Moment with his father...  ha
ha.

   That was fine though.  I normally prefer not having my uncle around
anyway.  In fact, that was one of the main reasons I sought out grandpa. 
The months ahead would be a lot easier for me now that Bob would be keeping
Uncle Jay busy.  Uncle Jay lived over 50 miles away from our house, but he
had a bad habit of just showing up unannounced.  Not only would Grandpa Bob
prevent this from happening, but hopefully he would get Jay's neglected
training back on track.

   As my mother, sister and I toured around I wished I had researched the
city a bit more on the internet.  As it was, I had no clue what to expect
as we stopped at each location.  This made it very hard for me to have any
real fun with my mom and sister.  It would have been a hell of a lot easier
had my mother known how naughty Linda was becoming.  As far as mom knew,
however, sis was an innocent little girl.  She had no clue what Vee, Jane,
Sandra and I had been doing with her.  She was still a virgin and all of
that, but you could just see the slut in her about to bloom any day.

   As you can imagine, it was pretty frustrating for me.  I almost just
came right out and told my mom.  Had I done so then I could have had sis
sucking me off while we drove around.  Or even better, we could have
stopped somewhere and both could have sucked me off.  The possibilities
were endless.  The timing just didn't seem right to me though.  However, I
did decide I would break the news to her in the next week or so.

   In the mean time, however, I was more concerned about how to get my nut.
I had a raging hard on from thinking about what Bob was probably doing to
Uncle Jay right now.  As we walked around various places, I managed to cop
a feel of my mom and sister from time to time.  However, this only made my
dick get harder.

   Over the years I have become rather good at hiding my boner in public.
But there is only so much I can do.  I got plenty of looks from bystanders.
You know, lots of groups of girls pointing and giggling; shit like that. 
It wasn't anything I hadn't experienced a thousand times before.

   As usual, there were a few men I caught eyeing my package as well. 
Normally I just ignored guys when they did this.  Today, however, I was
very tempted to follow one of them into a bathroom so they could suck me
off.  Any other day it would have been a turn off to think of some fag
sucking my dick.  However, it would have allowed me to fantasize about what
Grandpa was probably doing to Uncle Jay.  It was tempting but I decided
against it.

   There was a young girl, however, that caught my eye while we were
touring around the natural history museum.  She looked to be about my
sister's age; 10 or 11.  She looked a lot like my mother had at her age. 
She was petite with long blond hair and the face of an angel.

   She may have had the face of an angel, but I'm not so sure she had the
mind of one.  As we walked around the museum I caught this "angel" staring
at the bulge in my pants on several occasions.  She tried to make it look
like she wasn't, but I could tell she definitely was.  We would go into
another room and sure enough, she would follow a minute later.

   The museum had a mini theater in it.  Linda wanted to go into the
theater but my mom said "no".  Mom wasn't stupid; she had noticed my cock
as well and knew I would try something in the darkened room.  She was
right.

   I could have easily made her go in with just a simple whisper in her
ear. However, I knew I couldn't do much in there with Linda sitting with
us. So, I decided to have a little fun with this girl instead.

   For such a small theater, the museum had some very strict rules.  They
had a schedule of show times and even had someone posted at the door to
keep people from entering once the show started; our tax dollars hard at
work.  Or at least I think museums are funded by tax dollars.  I guess it's
always possible the person was there for safety reasons and not to actually
regulate the theater.  Last thing they needed was some kid stumbling in the
dark and breaking their neck.

   My mom seemed relieved when I told her I was going to watch the show.  I
think, she was getting fed up with me squeezing her ass and tits every
chance I got.  Linda of course protested but mom got her under control by
promising her she could watch a later show maybe.

   The 30-minute show was already over, but the bitch at the door made me
wait outside for over 10 minutes.  I mean, what the fuck?  It's not like
they had popcorn and shit to clean off the floors; and it sure as fuck
didn't take 10 minutes for the 3 or 4 people inside to leave.  They ran the
damn thing like it was an actual theater or something.

   It was all good though.  The wait gave my little admirer time to get the
nerve up to step in line with me.  At first I thought she wasn't going to
come in.  She kept peeking at my dick as she pretended to look at the
nearby displays.  When the door guard gave a one-minute warning over the
intercom system, Blondie finally jumped in line next to me.

   I use the word "line" but it was only her and I.  The museum was pretty
dead and we were not that much smaller than the last showing which had
maybe 5 people at most.

   "What is your name," I asked as we stood there waiting.

   "Pupsiie," she said.

   "Pupsiie?" I thought for sure I had misheard.

   "It's Chinese," Pupsiie replied.

   "Is one of your parent's Chinese," I asked.  She didn't look to have an
ounce of Chinese in her.

   "No, it's just a name," she replied.

   I could tell she had gone through this same conversation with about
everyone she ever met.  I knew what it was like to be made fun of and I
felt a little sorry for the girl.  I mean, who the fuck names their kid
Pupsiie?  Did their parents think it was cute or cool to give their child a
Chinese name?  The least they could have done was not pick one that would
so easily lend itself to name calling in the American school system. 
Puppy, Dogface, Bitch...  God only knows what nicknames this kid had to
suffer through on a daily basis.

   For a minute, I almost abandoned my plan to take advantage of this girl.
Okay, maybe it wasn't a full minute.  But it might have been had the door
guard not stepped aside and let us enter.

   It cracked me up that this bitch just let us walk right in.  Here was
this 13-year-old boy with a huge hard on and she didn't even bat an eye at
the thought of locking me in a darkened room with this little girl.  The
woman wasn't necessarily ugly, but she wasn't a supermodel either, if you
know what I mean.  I had to wonder if she didn't deep down wish that I
would take advantage of this cute little girl; a sick sort of payback for
all that the woman had suffered through due to a random roll of the genetic
dice.

   I didn't want to take any chances, so I didn't make my move on the girl
right away.  The small theater consisted of 12 rows with 10 seats in each.
I went to the very back and sat down near the far side.  Pupsiie stood near
the entrance trying to decide where she was going to sit.  Had there been
other people I'm sure she wouldn't have hesitated to sit in my row. 
However, the place was completely empty and I'm sure she felt it would be a
tad too odd.  So, she decided to sit 2 rows up from me.

   I had absolutely no clue what she was hoping for.  It was clear she had
a tiny crush on me.  Or at least a large curiosity as to what was causing
that bulge in my pants.  Regardless, she wasn't going to accomplish much in
the dark, let alone two rows away.

   We sat there for 5 minutes waiting for the show to start.  I don't know
about Pupsiie, but I was crossing my fingers the entire time that no one
else would enter the theater at the last minute.  Sure enough, I heard the
entrance door shut tight and the lights slowly began to dim.

   "You can come back and sit with me if you want Pupsiie," I said as the
show started up.

   She didn't say anything.  She just sat there as though she hadn't heard
me.  The fact that she hadn't said "no" yet, told me that she was still
thinking about it.  This meant that she probably wanted to sit with me but
was too scared.  So, even if she decided not to join me then I knew it was
probably safe to join her.  A minute later, however, she got up and walked
back to my row.  Even in the dark I could tell she was scared shitless. 
She held her hands in near herself and tried not to look directly at me.

   She also started to slow down as she got closer.  As though she was
having second thoughts.  She was still three seats away when I think it
dawned on her what she was agreeing too.  Well, actually, she probably
didn't actually know what joining me meant.  But I'm sure she realized it
was something naughty.  Anyway, she came to a halt and sat there instead of
next to me.

   "It's hard for me to put my arm around your shoulder from three seats
away," I said with a laugh.

   I tried to make it sound like I was joking.  But I also wanted to plant
the romantic image in her mind.  Or at least what I felt an 11-year-old
would find romantic.  Like I said, I had no clue what she was actually
thinking might happen.  I've never actually been on any real dates, but I
knew that sitting in a darkened theater with your hand around your date was
the standard practice.  The image must have sparked something in Pupsiie
also because she slowly got up and moved over to me.

   I put my arm around her shoulder the second she sat down.  I could feel
her shaking like a leaf so I played it cool for a few minutes.  I just
stroked her shoulder a little with my hand and whispered to her.  I didn't
get dirty right away.  I just told her things I knew she wanted to hear,
like how pretty she was and shit like that.

   I also got her to tell me a few more things about herself.  Most
importantly, I wanted to know what she was doing in the museum.  Turns out
she was home schooled and her mom dropped her off there so she could do
some research for a report she was working on.  Don't ask me for details
about the report because I honestly wasn't paying attention once I knew her
parents were not in the museum and wouldn't expect to see her for another
hour.  That's not to say she didn't give the details.  She fricking
jabbered on for at least three minutes.

   I guess I could have stopped her at any time, but I figured the more she
talked the less frightened she would become.  Sure enough, by the time she
finished talking she wasn't shaking as much.

   "You know, I seen you watching me earlier," I told her.

   She didn't reply.  I could see her just well enough to tell she was
staring down at her lap in embarrassment.

   "You want to kiss me, don't you?" I asked.  Again, I wasn't so sure she
actually desired this but I figured it was a small first step.

   "I don't know," she whispered.

   Again, if she didn't want to she would have just said "no".  I didn't
try to convince her to admit it.  I just used my hand that was around her
shoulder to lightly push her face so it was pointed toward me.  I then
leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the lips.  It was a very simple
kiss.

   I moved my hand away from her face but she didn't turn away.  So, I
leaned in again and gave her a slightly longer kiss.  This time she
returned it.  I could tell she hadn't kissed a boy before.  She was a bit
clumsy at first.  She was a fast learner, however, and it wasn't long and
we had moved on to open mouth kissing and then tongue kissing.

   It really turned me on to be taking advantage of this girl.  Everything
from her blond ponytails to the flower prints on her skirt screamed
innocence.  As we kissed I even noticed that she didn't even have lipstick
on.  I guess that was pretty normal though for a girl her age.  It did make
me wonder, however, where the flavor of strawberries was coming from.  I
figured she probably had a lollipop or something earlier.

   "This arm rest is killing my side," I said in between kisses.  "Why
don't you sit in my lap so we can kiss easier."

   She didn't stop kissing, but she didn't move either.  So, I used my arm
to nudge her out of her seat and then maneuvered her toward me.  I didn't
want to give her time to think about what was going on, so I used my other
hand to hold her face to mine.  She seemed to be in heaven at the thought
of kissing her first boy and I took full advantage of that.  I don't even
think she realized what that large lump was she was now sitting on.

   It was pretty awkward making out like this.  She kept wanting to turn
her body sideways in my lap to kiss me a lot easier.  However, the armrest
made this difficult.  So, she ended up sitting with her back to my chest
and her legs on either side of my own.  She was a nimble little thing and
managed to turn her upper body enough to maintain the kiss.

   She was still so entranced in the kiss that she hadn't even noticed that
I managed to pull her skirt almost all the way up as she was positioning
herself in my lap.  Either it was a very smooth move on my part or she was
just a bigger slut than she let on.

   As we kissed I placed my left hand around her waist.  She moaned
slightly into my mouth when I placed my other hand on her bare right leg. I
think it was then that she realized her skirt had raised somewhat.  The
moan seemed to be a protest for me not to put my hand there, but she didn't
stop kissing.  She didn't even stop when I managed to worm my left hand
under her top.  I didn't go straight for her tits or anything crazy like
that.  I just let my hand rub back and forth over her tummy.

   If I was back home in Colorado I would have never pushed this girl this
far this fast.  However, I wasn't back home.  We had maybe 20 to 25 more
minutes till the presentation was over and then I might never see this girl
again.  In other words, it was now or never.

   First, I used my left hand to force her upper body back toward a forward
facing position.  She was very reluctant to move forward since it meant
breaking the kiss.  She changed her mind, however, when I started nibbling
on her ear and neck.

   It's funny, but I've had sex hundreds of times now yet this was the
first time I've actually "made out" with a girl.  It's not that I never
wanted too.  It's just that I didn't feel comfortable doing it with any of
my slaves.  I'm not sure why.  I guess it just showed too much caring on my
part or something.  I made a note, however, to maybe do a little bit of
this with my sister.  At least until I got her broken in a little further.
Then I would have to taper off on it as we got more into a master/slave
relationship.  Besides, I knew it would probably embarrass and possibly
even gross the hell out of my sister to have to kiss me like this.

   "Unzip my pants," I whispered to her as I nibbled at her earlobe.

   This was definitely beyond what she had expected when she entered the
theater.  Even beyond when she had expected when sat next to me or climbed
into my lap.  I knew this because she suddenly tensed up in my lap as
though she was about to do the 100-yard dash for the door.

   "Don't worry sugar," I whispered.  "I'm not going to put it in you or
anything nasty like that.  I seen you eyeing it outside in the museum and I
just thought you might want to get an actual look at it."

   She still didn't move so I used my right hand to move her hand toward my
crotch.  The truth was that I had already unbuttoned and half way unzipped
my pants prior to her even coming into my row.  As a result, she didn't
even have to scoot up any in order to find the zipper.  I think she was in
shock or something because she didn't seem to notice that her skirt was
forced all the way up to her waist in order for me to position her hand on
my crotch.

   She was trembling pretty badly again as she focused her mind on the
zipper at her fingertips.  I could have forced her hand downward but I
wanted her to unzip it on her own.  It also gave me time to work on her
skirt while her mind was elsewhere.  I had her skirt completely around her
waist before she finally got the nerve up to pull my zipper down.

   "That's a good girl," I told her as I went back to kissing up and down
her neck.

   Once I was sufficiently unzipped, I moved her hand out of the way and
raised up in my seat just enough to tug my pants and underwear down toward
my knees.  I don't think she had a clue what I was actually doing though or
she probably would have bolted right there.

   I could feel her sweat as her bare legs came into contact with mine. 
She was perspiring so much that she probably would have slid right off my
lap and onto the floor had I not been holding her to me.

   "Oh!" she let out in shock when my dick sprung up from between her legs.

   "It's not too small is it?" I asked.  "Most guys are much bigger than me
once they get hard."

   I know, it was a cruel thing to tell such a young girl.  I could only
imagine what was going on in Pupsiie's head as she stared down at my
10-inch dick.  Even with her sitting on me the thing raised up past her
belly button.  If she actually believed what I was telling her then she
probably would stay a virgin for many years to come.  Hell, she might even
become a dyke.

   "Undo your shirt sweetie so I can play with your tits," I whispered.

   I guess technically it was a blouse since it was a female wearing it;
but it could have easily been worn by a boy in my opinion.  Anyway, she
understood what I was telling her.  However, I think she was focused too
much on my dick to fully comprehend what she was doing as she exposed
herself further to me.

   Of course, there wasn't much to expose.  I was just tall enough to see
over her shoulder.  I watched as her shaking hands fumbled with the buttons
on her shirt.  I was pretty anxious and it seemed to take her forever, but
it was actually only a minute.  She let her hands drop back to her lap once
she was done.  I would have preferred that she open her shirt herself, but
I could only ask so much.  So, I reached up with my left hand and slowly
exposed her.

   I struggled to adjust my eyes in order to peek at her treasures.  For a
moment I thought she didn't have any nipples.  As my eyes adjusted further
I realized she was wearing something else under her shirt.  It was pink and
blended in very well with her skin in the dark.  I reached up with my left
hand and felt around it.  It was some kind of elastic tube top.  I couldn't
tell if she was wearing it as a makeshift bra, or if she actually planned
to remove her blouse at some point and tease the boys with her bare tummy.

   This girl seemed like a slut in the making, but my guess was that she
just wore it to make her feel more grown up.  At this point, however, I
really didn't give a shit.  I just wanted to see her tits.  There weren't
any clasps on it so I decided to just pull it down to her waist.

   "Oh!" she gasped when she felt the flimsy thing slid down.

   I'm not sure if her outburst was due to shock from being exposed, or the
feel of the material sliding over the top of her buds.  Anyway, I only got
a very brief glimpse of her tits before her hands shot up and hid them
under her palms.  Surprisingly, she had larger tits than I had expected. 
Well, they were still tiny, but she wasn't completely flat like she first
appeared.

   Even with that first quick glance in the dark, I could tell Pupsiie
would some day have very nice breasts.  Her areola were already rounder
than a quarter with cute hard nipples on them.  The rest of her breast was
already developing as well.  They had only raised up maybe an inch at most,
but that was still impressive if she was as young as she looked.

   "I...I think I should go," Pupsiie said in a raspy whisper.

   "Don't be silly," I told her.  "We still have at least 15 minutes."

   She began to get up but I held her still.  When she realized I wasn't
going to let her up she tried even harder.  I'm not sure if I would say she
was "struggling".  It felt more like she was just putting on a show so she
wouldn't look too much like a slut for staying in my lap half naked. 
Though, I am pretty strong and she was very small, so maybe she was
struggling.  It didn't matter though, I put a quick stop to it.

   "Settle down bitch," I growled into her ear right after I slammed her
body back against my chest.  "Don't try to scream either unless you want to
explain to your mom how you ended up half naked in here."

   At this point, I expected one of two things to happen.  Either she would
scream and all hell would break loose, or she would give in to her fate.  I
have to admit I was a little scared she might scream.  I might be under
age, but I could still get into a shit load of trouble.  That is assuming
the bitch at the door could stop me, which I doubted.  I might have to
dodge one or two other people but I figured I had at least a 75 percent
chance of escaping.  Luckily, however, she didn't scream.

   "That's a good girl," I whispered as she calmed down somewhat.

   "Please let me go," she asked as the last of her resistance vanished.

   "Shhh...  it will be okay," I said as my left hand slid back up her
front and settle on her left breast.

   She had lowered her hands during her brief struggle and forgotten to
raise them again.  She shot them back up once she felt my hand on her tit
but it was too late by then.  Her nipples must have been sensitive because
she really started to squirm around in my lap as I toyed with them.

   At first I just played with the one nipple.  She hid the other one with
her right hand.  Her left hand held onto my left hand as I flicked and
pinched lightly at her nip.  She tried tugging my hand away a couple times
but I could tell she wasn't using all her strength.  She was just trying to
communicate that she preferred my hand elsewhere.

   I was surprised at how hard her nipple became as I played with it.  Her
nipple was very different than my sister's.  I hadn't gotten to actually
play with my sister's nipples but I have seen her excited.  Linda's nipples
didn't seem to actually get hard.  Instead, her whole areola puffed up real
big like a tiny balloon.  When she got excited enough, they almost looked
like they were about to pop.

   I could tell that Pupsiie's areola were puffed up a little also, but her
nipples were much more prominent than my sister's.  They stuck out at least
a quarter inch from her areola and were very hard.  I was certain that if
she continued to develop she would one day have nipples even longer than my
mother's half inch long ones.

   "Why don't you show me how big of a cock teaser you really are," I
whispered as I began to nibble at her ear again.

   I'm not sure if she even knew what the word "cock" meant; so, I'm pretty
sure she didn't get my little joke.  She definitely didn't comply to the
request.  So, I reached up with my right hand and pulled her left hand down
to my waiting cock.

   This action only refreshed her struggles.  Most of her new struggle was
geared more toward removing her hand from my penis than it was toward
actually escaping my grip.  I didn't blame her.  It was most likely the
first dick she had ever touched and the size of it certainly frightened
her. I'm sure the thick coat of dick snot on it didn't help any either.

   "Hold onto it," I growled at her.  "That is what you were eyeing for the
past hour.  Now is your chance to touch it as well."

   I could tell she was on the submissive side, because she quickly stopped
her struggles and did what she was told.  Her tiny hand couldn't reach all
the way around it, but it still felt pretty good.

   "You came to the museum to learn," I said in a calmer voice this time.
"I think it's time you learned how to jack a boy off."

   I would have preferred to prolong my climax, but we were running short
on time.  At most we had maybe 10 minutes left.  So, I moved my right hand
to her wrist and started moving her hand up and down my shaft.  It was so
coated with pre-cum that her hand easily slid up and down it.

   "That's a good little slut," I whispered to her.  "Keep going up and
down like that.  I swear to God I will put you over my lap and spank your
ass raw if you stop before I tell you too."

   It was an empty threat, but she didn't know that.  Her mind surely was
too fogged by now to realize the lights would be coming back on in just a
few minutes.

   I let go of her wrist and she continued stroking my dick as I had
ordered.

   "No," she protested when my right hand then moved to her crotch.

   "Am I gonna have to take my belt to you," I growled when her hand
stopped.

   She must have really hated the idea of getting a whipping, because she
went right back to jacking me off.  She didn't even stop or protest when I
started rubbing my fingers back and forth over her panty-covered cunt.  She
did moan a few times though as I massaged her damp little triangle.  I'm
not sure if it was excitement though.  Her panties were soaking but I think
it was mostly sweat.

   She may not have been struggling, but she did lower her right hand from
her breast in order to try to hold onto the hand I had on her crotch.  She
knew better than to try to stop my movements, but she did add a tiny bit of
resistance in order to slow me down.  I already knew she didn't want my
hand there, so I'm not too sure what she was trying to communicate.  I
guess it was just reflex.

   Regardless of why she did it, her actions did give my left hand an
additional target.  She tensed up briefly as my left hand moved from her
left tit to her right and started tweaking it as well.  She continued to
moan in protest as I went from tit to tit pinching and pulling at her
nipples.

   "Please don't rape me," she begged when she felt me pull her panties to
the side.

   "Don't worry," I said with a chuckle.  "I won't rape you unless you
start struggling again."

   Again, it was an empty threat.  I would have to stretch her cunt for
weeks in order to fit my dick up her.  That is, unless I planned to kill
her or seriously injure here.  It worked though because her hand almost
doubled in speed as she masturbated me.

   I slowly parted my legs.  Her legs were on the outside of mine, so this
caused her legs to part drastically as well.

   "Mmm," she moaned as I pushed my index finger in her hole.

   As I suspected, my finger quickly bumped into her intact hymen.  I was
tempted to pop her cherry with my finger.  I decided against it.  I might
some day want to sample her again.  If I popped her cherry now she probably
would be fucking everything in sight before she turned 12.  Hell, she would
probably have her own dog inside her before the end of the week.  You know
how sluts are.

   Instead, I moved my finger up to where her clit was.  I don't think she
had started masturbating yet, because the sensation of my finger on her
clit seemed to really catch her off guard.  She let out what clearly were
moans of pleasure and she even humped slightly a few times.  I'm pretty
sure she didn't cum or anything like that.  But I certainly opened up a new
door for her.  It turned me on knowing that she would probably think of me
for the rest of her life every time she played with herself late at night;
and from her reaction to my touch, my guess is that she would probably
start playing stinky finger that very night.

   "Like that do you?" I laughed as she quivered under my touch.

   I rubbed her clit for about a minute before I could smell her arousal.
Her smell was nowhere near as strong as my mothers, but I could still tell
she was getting moist.  I let my finger dip back down to make sure.  Sure
enough, she was a lot slicker now.  It was probably only a couple drops of
arousal, but in her tiny slit it seemed like a river.

   I rubbed back and forth a couple times, then got an idea of how I could
humiliate this girl a hair more.  I moved my hand away from her slit and
moved it to her face.  I rubbed it back and forth over her closed lips then
pressed inward.

   "Yeah, your going to grow up to be a real whore," I said as she finally
gave in and let my finger enter her mouth.  "Be a good little slut and suck
your juice off my finger."

   To my astonishment, she actually sucked at my finger.  I could hear her
lightly crying, but she did it.  I definitely was going to have to pay this
girl another visit down the road if at all possible.  I let her suck the
finger for about 30 seconds before I removed it from her mouth.  I then
lowered my hand back down to her crotch.  Only this time I took hold of her
wrist again.

   "Oh," she moaned as I forced her to swing my dick toward and then
against her bare cunt.

   It wasn't a hard slap, just barely hard enough for the back of my dick
to make good contact with the full length of her cunt, to include her clit.
I did this several times then let go of her hand.

   "Don't be shy slut, you know you like how it feels," I said.

   Sure enough, she started slapping her cunt with my dick like I had just
shown her.  Her hand continued to slide up and down the underside of my
cock as she did this.  I don't think she was doing this on purpose though.
My dick was so big and slippery that she was just having a hard time
holding onto it.

   "That's a good girl," I whispered to her.  "You like being my slut don't
you?"

   She didn't answer.  She just continued pounding my dick against herself.

   "Don't you?" I asked again.  I pinched her tit a little harder to let
her know silence was not an option.

   "Y...yes," she whispered.

   "Yes, what?" I asked.

   "I...  I like being your slut," she finally replied.

   It didn't sound too convincing, but it was good enough for now.  If I
ever sought her out in the future I would make sure she said it more
sincere.  I would also make sure she learned to add the word "master" at
the end of the sentence also.

   She slapped herself with my dick for over 2 minutes before I felt my
climax nearing.  I put my hand over hers and started jacking my cock more
vigorously.  With my climax just seconds away, I was very tempted to stand
up and let her fall to the floor.  Then hold her by the hair and cum all
over her face and body.  God, you have no idea how close I came to doing
just that.  But my common sense kicked in.  I knew there would be hell to
pay if she walked out covered with cum.  So, instead, I angled my dick away
from us and shot my load all over the back of the seat in front of us.

   The backs of the seats were made of hard plastic and I could hear my cum
sliding off it and splashing to the floor below.  It was still dark but our
eyes had adjusted pretty well.  She went pretty rigid when I started to
cum, so I know she must have gotten a good look at my climax.

   "Just imagine if I would have shot all that up inside your pussy," I
said as I caught my breath.  "It probably would have filled you up so much
that you would have looked pregnant.  Don't worry, some day I'm sure you
will find a nice boy that will do that for you.  And I'm sure he will
probably have a much bigger dick than mine and squirt a whole lot more."

   It was hard not to laugh at the shiver I felt run down her body.  Yeah,
I think she will still be a virgin if I ever visit her again.

   I let her up once I was sufficiently drained.  I made sure she stood up
away from the outer row though.  Last thing I needed was for her to make a
mad dash for the exit before she remembered to button up.

   Our timing couldn't have been better.  She was just finishing buttoning
her blouse when the movie ended and the lights came back on.  I knew I
would have at least 2 minutes after the lights came on before the door
bitch decided to look in on us, so I hadn't bothered to put my dick away
yet.  Pupsiie just stood there staring at it.

   She didn't even seem to notice I was currently digging through her
purse. It was a tiny purse so I found what I was looking for immediate. 
Well, actually, I had been looking for one of those small pouches of
cleanex you always see girls using.  Instead, I found a large handkerchief.
It wasn't one of those dainty silk ones though.  This was a large white
cotton one.  My guess was she had swiped it from her dad.

   "Clean my dick off," I said as I handed it to her.  "Hurry up before I
decide to make you use your mouth instead."

   My second sentence really got her moving and she had me cleaned up in no
time.

   "Remember, you always clean your boyfriend's dick after he's done," I
said with a smile.  "Most guys will make their girl use her mouth but I
felt like being nice to you.  Now finish cleaning our mess up."

   I just stared down at the pool of cum on the floor until she got the
picture.  A look of revulsion crossed her face, but she was a good whore
and did what she was told.  As she knelt there mopping my cum off the
floor, I continued to search through her purse.  I pocketed her library
card so I would know her name and address for future reference.  I found a
tube of chapstick also.  Just for kicks I removed the lid and quickly
swiped the end of it across the tip of my dick where some additional cum
had gathered.  Pupsiie was too busy to noticed.  I put the lid back on it
and dropped it back into her purse.

   The handkerchief was no match for my huge load.  It was already soaking
wet and all she was doing at this point was smear the cum around on the
floor.  I looked at the door as I contemplated what else I had in mind for
my little minx.  I knew I shouldn't risk it but I just couldn't help
myself.

   "That isn't large enough," I told her.  "Here, put it in your purse."

   She was holding back tears as she reluctantly dropped the cum soaked
cloth into her purse.  It almost made my dick hard again at the thought of
her smelling my cum on her purse for weeks to come.  Though, I'm sure she
probably just threw it away when she got home.  But you never know with
sluts.

   "Hold up, you aren't done yet," I said when she stood.  "A sluts job is
never done until she cleans her mess.  Way I see it, you can use your
tongue or your panties to finish the job."

   She looked at the door for an instant.  I'm not sure if she was
contemplating making a dive over the seats and then to the door, or if she
was just praying the door bitch would come in.  The door bitch hadn't even
opened the door yet, so it was possible she didn't even realize the movie
was over.  Or, maybe she had an idea what I was doing to this little whore
and wanted to give me a few more minutes.

   It didn't take Pupsiie long to make her decision.  Like licking cum off
the floor was really an option...  ha ha.  She reached under her dress and
pulled her white panties down.  I laughed at how she struggled to get them
down without flashing me any skin.  Like giving me a peep show was really a
big issue at this point.

   The crotch of her panties were already pretty moist.  But they got a lot
worse when she dropped back to her knees and finished cleaning up our mess.
Her panties came away from the floor pretty wet but nothing compared to the
handkerchief.  She reached out to me with them in order to drop them into
her purse but I pulled the purse away.  She didn't get the hint and just
stood there with a blank look on her face.

   "Your purse is already full of cum," I informed her.  "You will need to
either carry those out of here in your hand or put them back on."

   Up until then, she had done a good job of holding back her tears.  She
didn't go into full cry, but a few tears definitely leaked out when she
realized what she had to do.  Again, it was hard to laugh as she slid the
cum soaked panties back on.  She had a bit of dilemma as she tried to get
them on without them touching her hands and legs more than necessary.  I
could tell when the panties finally slid into its final position against
her pussy; her eyes closed shut and her face crinkled up in disgust.  I
probably would have cum right there had I not been so busy holding back my
laughter.

   "Good job," I said as I handed her back her purse.  "You will make
someone a good girlfriend one of these days."

   She just blushed as I guided her to the door.  Before getting there I
told her I wanted her to wear the panties all the way home before removing
them.  I told her I would know if she didn't.  I'm not sure if she believed
me or not, but I followed her a bit after we left and she didn't dare go
into the bathroom to remove them.  She stayed in the museum a good 15
minutes before she got the courage to leave contrary to my orders.  My
guess is she noticed how bad she smelled of cum and decided to clean up in
a gas station bathroom before her mom returned to pick her up.  I guess it
was for the best anyway.

   3.

   Mom and sis were waiting to enter the theater when Pupsiie and I exited.
My sister didn't notice anything wrong with Pupsiie but my mom sure did. 
She knew the look of humiliation when she seen it.  She didn't say anything
though.

   People have sent me emails telling me they feel sorry for my mom.  But
it is times like this that prove to me that she deserves everything that
happens to her.  I know for a fact she seen me enter the theater with the
little girl.  So, she is just as guilty as I am.  She knew damn well what I
was going to do in there.  She could have easily stopped me by entering the
theater at the same time.  But instead of risking a little humiliation in
the dark, my mother sacrificed Pupsiie.  Not only that, but I think she was
even distracting the door bitch in order to buy me more time after the
movie ended.

   If that doesn't convince you that she doesn't deserve your pity, then
consider this.  As I left the theater I stopped and whispered some
instructions to her.  I told her I wanted her to kiss Linda at least 5
times during the movie and that one had to be a 30 second French kiss.  A
couple days later I found out from Linda that mom actually followed through
with my orders.  Linda didn't actually say mom did it but her blushes told
me she had.  Mom didn't know her daughter was being trained, so as far as
she knew, there was no way I would ever know what happened in that theater.
Yet, the slut had done it anyway.

   I'm sure mom played it off as some kind of refreshing kissing
demonstration.  However, it turns me on to think she didn't bother to make
excuses and just started necking with her daughter.  Yeah, I'm sure that
wasn't the case but it still makes my dick hard thinking it was.

   In fact, by the time they exited the theater my dick was already hard
again.  Watching Pupsiie's humiliation and thinking of my mom and sister
kissing was just too much for me.  My mom and sister's blushes didn't help
any either.

   As we drove to our next destination, I grabbed my mom's little black
book from her purse and wrote Pupsiie's name and address in it.  This was
nothing new.  I am horrible about losing shit and forgetting names so I
often write them down in mom's book.  The book was actually pink and she
now had three of them in her purse just full of names and addresses.  I
also wrote a lot of other miscellaneous shit in them.  Not all of it
pertained to sex, but most of it did.

   Normally, mom never took the books out of the house unless I was with
her.  The names and stuff were pretty useless to me here in Kansas, but I
was glad to see that she thought to bring them on the trip anyway.

   I also wrote down the door bitch's name in the book.  Her full name had
been written on her name tag and I got a good look at it while I stood
outside the theater waiting on my mom and sister.  During most of my wait I
just kept repeating her name over and over in my head so I would remember
it.  That is how bad my memory is with names.  Her name wasn't super
important, it just gave me something to do while I waited.

   The door bitch tried striking up a conversation with me.  At first I
thought she might be interested in my dick, but as she spoke I got the
impression she was more interested in Pupsiie.

   "Waiting on someone?" she asked.

   "Yes, my mom and sister are in the theater," I replied.

   "Oh, yeah," she said when she remembered seeing me whispering into my
mother's ear earlier.

   We stood there quietly for a minute but I could tell she had something
on her mind.

   "It was nice of your mom to give you some time with your girlfriend
earlier," she finally said.

   The way she said it made it clear to me she was just fishing for
information.  She clearly didn't know for sure what I had done, but guessed
something had happened in there with Pupsiie.

   "Yes it was," I replied.

   I could have denied that Pupsiie was my "girlfriend" but I thought I
would give this woman a small thrill.  I call her a door bitch but she was
just doing her job.

   Like I said earlier, she wasn't the ugliest thing that ever walked the
earth.  The more I looked at her the more I realized that she would
actually look pretty beautiful if she just dressed better and especially if
she did something with her hair.  She had fiery long red hair that would
have looked a ton better if she bleached it blond or something.  On someone
else the red hair probably would have looked good, but on her it just
looked out of place.  I got a strong feeling that she left it red in
defiance of what she knew others would find attractive.  Her face and the
rest of her body seemed, well, normal.  She looked to be about 30 years
old, but I would have gladly fucked her if you put a little makeup on her
and some girly clothes.

   Anyway, as you can see, my conversation with her had been pretty short.
So, I guess maybe I was just reading a lot into it.  But there was just
something about the tone of her voice and the look on her face that told me
she would love to have gotten her hands on little Pupsiie.  She also looked
like she wanted a lot more details of what I did to the girl.  However, she
never got the nerve up to ask.

   Normally I wouldn't dream of telling an outsider about my "activities".
But there was something about this woman that told me she would make a
competent mistress for someone like Pupsiie.  I'm not saying she looked
like a dyke.  Okay, maybe she looked like she had a little dyke in her, but
it was more than just that.  It's hard to put a finger on it but she kind
of reminded me of, well, me.  Which probably explained why I didn't like
her at first, ha ha.

   I was making a ton of assumptions about her based on just a few minutes,
so I decided not to volunteer any additional information.  It was hard not
to though.  I wanted to tell her how big of a slut Pupsiie was.  How she
followed me around the museum looking at my dick.  And how easily I got the
submissive little whore to undress and then jack me off.  More than that,
however, I wanted to give the door bitch Pupsiie's name and address.

   Man, I can't tell you how many fantasies ran through my mind of the door
bitch and Pupsiie.  Hell, I had even paved the road already for her.  I had
made sure that Pupsiie was scared to death of having sex with men.  It
wouldn't take much for her to be converted into a lesbian sex slave.

   I decided against it though.  I doubt I would have gotten into any
trouble if I was wrong about the door bitch.  However, it would have ruined
my chances of getting reacquainted with Pupsiie at a later date.  Instead,
I would just write their names down and think about it for a while.  I have
done similar things many times in the past and just ended up forgetting
about the idea or deciding against it.  In this case, however, I did do
something at a later date...  but that is a story for another time.  My
focus right now was on my mother and sister.

   We drove several miles before we stopped at this cemetery.  At first I
thought we were going to an ancestor's grave or something.  But our stop
had nothing to do with the graves.  Off to one side of the cemetery was a
large duck pond.  I stayed in the car while my mom and sister fed the
ducks. I'm not sure, but I think the ducks ended up being the highlight of
the trip for Linda.  She had an absolute blast feeding them.

   It looked boring as shit to me.  It was funny though when they would nip
at her finger by accident while trying to get the bread from her hand. 
They didn't draw blood or anything but it looked like they were giving a
good pinch.  I wished we had room in our yard for a duck pen.  It would be
hot to tie my sister up and cover her with breadcrumbs and let the duck
peck away at her.  I think it would give her a whole new perspective on
feeding the ducks.  It was a nice fantasy, but it was spoiled by the
thought of all that bird shit all over the house and back yard.

   Our next stop was the zoo, which was only about a mile away.  It was
early Spring and we had been lucky to get a somewhat warm day.  It was
especially nice for my mother considering I made her wear a dress with no
panties.  I've since learned via the internet that most masters don't like
their slaves to wear panties.  I guess I'm the exception because I normally
love having my slaves wear them.  There are a ton of uses for panties.  You
can embarrass your slave by making them take them off under the dinner
table.  You can make them stuff them into their mouth.  They are also good
for helping to hold dildos and butt plugs in place.  And on top of all of
that, I find them kind of sexy.

   Today, however, I wanted easy access to my mom's cunt in the event the
opportunity arose.  The last place I expected to get that opportunity,
however, was the public zoo.  Turns out I was wrong.  Something caught my
eye as I glanced at the map of the zoo.  The zoo had an exhibit dedicated
to just bats.  I remembered a bat exhibit at the Colorado Zoo.  If this one
was similar it would be pitch black inside.

   As we walked around the zoo I kept trying to formulate a plan to get my
mother alone in that bat exhibit.  Despite everything Linda has learned
about my mom, the two are still very close.  Linda is like a leech whenever
they are around each other.  I'm not kidding you, they still hold hands and
shit even.  I think I stopped holding my mom's hand when I was like 6 years
old.  And here Linda was still doing it at 10.

   Getting them separated for more than just a couple minutes was a near
impossibility at a place like this.  So, I said fuck it and decided not to
even try to separate them.  I planned to have them sharing the same bed
within the next few weeks anyway.  I figured I would make this little
experience part of the transition period.

   I got a lucky break and got a minute alone with my mom while Linda was
reading one of the plaques at the lion cages.  Well, my mom got lucky
anyway.  I had no problem just surprising her once we got to the bat
exhibit.  But, since we had a minute of semi privacy, I figured it wouldn't
hurt if she knew about it in advance.  If anything, I would get to see her
blush and maybe shed a few tears as we gradually made our way there.

   Boy, she really didn't take it very well.  Since taking over her
training, I have made my mom do some wild and nasty shit.  She often cries
and moans, but I've never seen her get angry.  Okay, I'm pretty positive I
see anger in her eyes almost every day, but she has always suppressed it.
She didn't this time.  She didn't yell but the look on her face and the ton
of her voice was dripping with anger.

   "No!" she growled at me.  "You promised we wouldn't involve her!  I
won't do it."

   I was a bit caught off guard and had to think a minute.  Her anger
wasn't my main concern.  In fact, I kind of liked that she was so against
the idea.  It told me that I was on the right track.  My concern was that
for the life of me I couldn't remember what I might have said in the past
that gave her the impression I would never involve Linda.  Had I actually
promised that?  I don't know, I may have.  If I did though it surely was a
long ass time ago.  My mom wasn't that stupid, she knew damn well that some
day I would involve Linda in our games regardless of what I might have
indicated to the contrary.

   Often, hesitation on my part is a sign of weakness.  In this case it
worked to my advantage.  The longer I made her wait for a reply, the more
frightened she seemed to become.  The confidence and anger quickly
disappeared from her face.  She was almost shaking in fear by the time I
replied.

   "Baby K, we will go inside, you will bend over, and I will fuck you," I
told her.

   I didn't see any benefit of even addressing her prior statements.  An
order was a fucking order.  By now, she knew damn well not to question what
I told her to do.  She was lucky I didn't take her in there and whip her
ass raw.  I threw in her code word just in case, but I think she would have
obeyed even if I hadn't.

   Her eyes fluttered and she almost lost her balance when I used her code
word "Baby K".  The word/phrase seemed to have a much stronger effect on
her than the last time I used it.  I'm not sure if it was because I hadn't
used it in several months or if it was our recent visit to Mexico where she
met Jane, her long lost mistress.

   While she got herself together, I walked over to Linda who was still
reading the plaque.  There must have been over 100 words on that plaque. 
It's a fucking lion, what else do you actually need to know?

   I knelt down next to her and pretended to be reading it with her. 
However, what I was actually doing was informing her what was going to
happen when we reached the bat exhibit.  Her job was to buy us as much time
as I wanted by being overly interested in the bats.  She was also to keep
talking the entire time we were in there to help cover the noise mom and I
might make.

   Boy, you would think I just cut her doll's head off or something.  She
got almost as angry as mom.

   "Don't start crying or mom will know I told you," I warned her.

   Her anger surprised me more than mom's had.  I expected sis to be scared
or humiliated, but not angry.  I guess her little crush on me was stronger
than I thought.  Did she really think I was going to stop fucking mom just
because I was playing around with her a little also?  Girls are so
confusing sometimes.

   Just like mom, Linda's anger quickly passed.  They both had a nice shade
of pink to their face and neck before we reached the bat exhibit.  I don't
think mom noticed anything wrong with Linda though.  Like usual, she was
too busy worrying about herself.

   I kicked myself when we entered the exhibit.  I had completely forgotten
the ultra violet lights.  I couldn't believe how stupid I had been.  How
would you see the fricking bats if it was pitch black?  Luckily, the lights
were primarily in the cages themselves, so it was still pretty dark where
we were standing.

   "Take your time sugar," my mom told my sister.  "I have a bit of a
headache from the bright sun outside and need to rest my eyes a little."

   I already had my dick out and was stroking it.  Not that it needed any
stroking.  I had been rock hard for the past 10 minutes as I watched my mom
and sister's blushes.  While I stroked with one hand I pulled my mother
along with the other.  I stopped at what appeared to be about the half way
mark of the pathway inside the tiny building.

   My mom didn't hesitate once I turned her to face away from me.  She bent
right over and put her hands on the railing that ran in front of the cages.
I pulled up the back of her dress and quickly sank my dick up her.  As
always, mom was pretty wet.  She let out a small grunt so I know it wasn't
completely painless for her, but I also knew she would be creaming in a
matter of minutes just like she always did.

   I'm sure her new enthusiasm had very little to do with her wet cunt. 
She just wanted to get this task over with before Linda caught on or
someone else entered the exhibit.  In the dark, it was hard to know how
ashamed and humiliated mom really was.  What she hadn't figured out yet was
that it was about to get a lot worse.

   The pathway through the exhibit wasn't but about 5 feet or so.  As a
result, my mom and I were completely blocking the path.  Linda was doing
her best to find things to talk about at the first few cages, but
eventually she would have no choice to but progress our direction.  If she
sat at those cages for too long it would become clear she knew what we were
doing.

   I'm normally not a fast cummer.  However, this was the first time I had
fucked my mom in the same space as my sister where they both knew what was
going on.  In the past mom had always been completely unaware that Linda
was watching our activities.  Even after my fun with Pupsiie earlier, I
could feel my climax quickly approaching.  I had to slow down considerably
to buy me some time.

   My mother noticed the change and started trying to hump back at me to
get the deed over with.  I had to put my hand on her ass to hold her still.
I almost came anyway when I seen Linda's silhouette slowly making it's way
toward us.  I also noticed that Linda increased her tone as she approached.
She knew what kind of sloppy sounds my mom's pussy made and didn't want
mother to know she had heard us.

   I could tell the instant mom realized her humiliation for this task had
not yet peaked.  As Linda got closer my mom's pussy suddenly tightened up
and she let out an involuntary moan of despair.  A few seconds later she
came to terms with it and I felt her go slack again.  I also noticed she
seemed to be dripping on my dick a bit more also...  what a slut.

   I pulled mom back up to a standing position before Linda reached us.

   "When she gets in front of you I want you to lean back over and put one
hand on her shoulder and one on the railing," I whispered to my mom.  "I
then want you to get her to start kissing you.  Keep kissing her until I
cum."

   "No, I ca..." she began to protest.  It was too late though.  Linda was
already in front of us and I cut mom's protest short by pushing her forward
again.

   The kissing part was something I hadn't warned Linda about.  To be
honest, I hadn't thought about it until just a minute prior.  I'm not sure,
but I was probably as nervous as mom at this point.  The next few minutes
would decide how fast I could proceed in the weeks to come.

   I like to pretend that I know everything my slaves are going to do
before they even know it.  But the truth is that half the time I have
absolutely no clue.  Even when common sense tells me exactly what their
actions will be in a particular situation, I still always have a level of
doubt.  This was the case here as well.

   If mom didn't obey then I would have to go slow in the following weeks.
If mom just walked out then I probably would have had to go very slow. 
However, if she actually started kissing my sister then I had a green light
all the way.

   At first it looked like I was getting a yellow light.  Mom didn't start
kissing Linda right away.  She did put her hand on her shoulder like I had
asked and even put her face near hers.  I wasn't completely disappointed.
This was middle ground which meant it wasn't a total failure.

   However, right when I was about to speed up and hose my mom's pipe I
heard her whispering to Linda.  It was so low that I couldn't make much of
it out but it was something about needing to know how to kiss standing up.
It wasn't these exact words, but it was something in that ballpark.  I'm
guessing she was referring back to their prior kissing lessons.

   I didn't hear Linda's voice at all.  So, I think my mom just started
kissing her before her daughter had a chance to protest.  Their kisses were
very quiet, but I could tell from their silhouette what was going on.  This
was all I needed and I started humping up into my mom's snatch.

   It was too dark in the exhibit to read any plaques, so there were
buttons in the front of each cage you could press in order to hear a
presentation.  Luckily, my mom had the awareness to press one of those
buttons.  The verbal presentation wasn't super loud, but it did help mask
the noise coming from my mom's sloppy cunt.  I'm sure sis could still
easily make out the sound, but the presentation at least gave her an excuse
to pretend she hadn't noticed.

   Right before I climaxed I swear I heard my mom moan into my sister's
mouth.  Her cunt also twitched and juiced up big time.  I asked her
afterward and she swore up and down she hadn't climaxed, but I think she
actually did.  Now you know why I call her a slut all the time.  Only a
slut would cum while fucking her son and kissing her own daughter.  In my
opinion, most mothers, even with years of slave training, would have never
participated in the act to begin with.

   Slut or not, mom had been a good slave so I felt she was due a small
reward.  After she had stopped kissing sis and stood up again, I told her I
would keep Linda occupied a few minutes outside while she cleaned up.  I
still made her eat the cum, but that wasn't really a punishment anymore for
mom.  It was just standard routine.  The reward was being allowed to do it
in privacy and not with Linda just a few inches away.

   All the excitement caused me to shoot a pretty heavy load.  It took mom
over three minutes before she finally joined us outside the exhibit.  Even
after all that time she still had that freshly fucked and humiliated look
to her.

   Mom avoided looking at Linda.  Even if Linda was as innocent as she
thought, mom had to have known Linda had guessed what just happened.  Hell,
even if you forgot all the noise we were making, the place still reeked of
cunt juice.  By avoiding eye contact I guess she could still convince
herself or at least pretend Linda hadn't caught on.  That's fine, it
wouldn't be long and I would make sure she had no choice but to face
reality.

   4.

   The car was pretty quiet on the drive back to the hotel.  The silence
gave me time to think about all that had happened that day.  As I thought
about it I realized that my father probably would have been disappointed in
how I had behaved.  But not because of what I had made mom and sis do.  If
he was anything like people said, then he probably would have patted me on
the back for that part.

   No, he would have been upset at how reckless I had been that day.  He
would have been right also.  A lot of Vee's carelessness had definitely
rubbed off on me.  Sure, it all turned out well and I made more progress in
one day than I normally would have in weeks.  However, it could have very
easily turned out very badly.  If I didn't get my head back in the game
then I would end up in a cage some day just like Vee.

   I never should have done what I did with Pupsiie and fucking my mom at a
public zoo was way out of line.  I don't know what had gotten into me. 
Being so far away from home I just got this feeling I could take these
greater risks.

   Once back at the hotel I let my mom and sister go on upstairs while I
used the lobby bathroom.

   "Fuck!"

   Everyone in the bathroom turned and looked at me.  I didn't say it too
loud but the word was amplified by the tile walls.  Grandpa Bob was
supposed to return the room key by taping it to the back of the far urinal.
But the key wasn't there.  It would have been pretty well hidden, but it
was possible someone found it.  A worse thought came to mind, however, and
I rushed from the bathroom.

   There wasn't time to wait on an elevator so I dashed into the stairwell
and started taking steps 3 at a time.  Our room was on the 5th floor and I
was amazed I wasn't out of breath when I reached it.  The lower altitude
made a bigger difference than I had expected.

   I dashed out of the stairway and into the hall just in time to see my
mom and sister entering our room...  I was too late.  I didn't see any
point in hurrying now, so I just eased my way down the hall.  I expected
the worst when I finally reached the room.  I thought for sure Grandpa Bob
had been caught in our room with his pants down.  When I entered I was
relieved to find that Bob was nowhere in sight.

   Mom was in the bathroom and Linda was already trying to find cartoons on
the TV.  Yes, I said "cartoons".  It was after 6 fucking P.M.  and she
wanted to watch cartoons.  We didn't have cable TV at home but it still
didn't take her long to find the damn cartoon network.  Who was the
demented fuck that came up with the idea of a cartoon network?

   I looked over at Uncle Jay to find him looking right back at me.  He was
angry and looked like he was trying to stare me down or something.  That
only lasted a couple seconds before the pussy in him kicked in and his
expression turned more to embarrassment.  He looked away and pretended to
be interested in the cartoons.  I kept staring at him though.  His hair was
a mess and he was covered in sweat.  My guess is that we didn't miss Bob by
very long.  He looked pretty bad, but was still considerably better than
the last we seen him that day.

   His brief bout of anger, however, told me that Bob had done something
off script.  I was pretty sure I knew what it was too.

   "Have you seen my key?" I asked him.

   His blush spread even further down his neck when I asked this.

   "I put it on your night stand," he whispered.

   I could tell Bob was going to be a hand full.  I was already starting to
regret that I had contacted him.  I mean, shit, I has giving him the
fucking key to the city and how does he repay me?  He fucking spills the
beans about me to Uncle Jay.  Days later when I watched the video from the
hidden camera, I discovered that Bob didn't actually tell Jay anything
about me.  He just handed Jay the key and told him to return it to me.  So,
he might as well have told him everything.

   That night I put to rest what few doubts Uncle Jay might have still had
about me.

   I think Uncle Jay wanted to just lay in bed and cry, but he was feeling
much better and hunger persuaded him to join us in the hotel's restaurant
for dinner.

   "Your sleeping with me tonight faggot," I told him while we were waiting
for the girls to return from the restaurant's bathroom.

   I couldn't help but laugh at him as he sat there.  I think he had almost
convinced himself I had nothing to do with Bob's visit earlier.  He looked
like he wanted to run away from the table crying.  He knew running away
wouldn't do him any good at this point.  He was pretty much out of options.

   Running upstairs would only buy him a short reprieve.

   Jumping on a Greyhound bound for Colorado would only buy him a slightly
longer reprieve.

   Going into hiding might save him, but he still had Karen and Linda to
worry about.

   And of course, he was too big of a pussy to do anything drastic like try
to kill me or something equally stupid.  Hell, he didn't even have the
balls to look me in the eyes.

   He just sat there staring down at his empty plate while he blushed.  I
could tell why my father had decided to train Uncle Jay as a sex slave.  I
wasn't even gay and I got hard looking at Uncle Jay.  There was just
something about him that screamed, "please fuck and humiliate me."

   When the girls returned my mom could tell right away that I had done or
said something to Uncle Jay.  She looked at me with concern but didn't say
anything.

   "Why don't you take care of the bill while we head upstairs and get
ready for bed," I told my uncle.

   I almost laughed out loud as my uncle started fishing for his wallet.  I
was pretty sure it would take him months to pay off the credit card bill
this trip had compiled.  As the rest of us walked out, I gave sis my key
and told her she could watch cartoons for 30 minutes if she could beat us
up to our room via the stairs.  She snatched the key and took off for the
stairwell.  This left mom and I for a nice comfy ride up the elevator.

   When we got in I hit "10" which was the top floor.  The ride to the top
and then 5 floors back down would give mom and I plenty of time to talk.  I
expected her to ask about Uncle Jay but she never did.  I don't think she
really wanted to know the answers to the questions racing through her head.
Either that or she hoped my uncle with be a nice distraction for me; that I
would leave her and sis alone for a while.

   That wasn't to be though.  Once the elevator got started I laid out what
I expected of her that night.  It really wasn't much, but I could tell I
was pushing her to the edge of what she was willing to do.  She started to
protest but I made a deal with her.  In exchange for doing as I ordered I
would forget the "Hope Chest" game for this week.  Her eyes got big as
saucers when I said this.  As I suspected, she had assumed the game was
suspended for our little road trip to Kansas.

   True to form, my slut of a mother put her own ass above that of her
daughter's.  Sure, the penalty for missing her weekly quota of "Hope Chest"
points would have been pretty severe, but what kind of mother sells out
their own child like that?  I guess she figured I had already made her do a
lot worse with Linda.  What was one more minor thing?

   It cracked me up that after all these years she still hadn't figured out
exactly how she ended up as a sex slave to begin with.  It's all about
digging holes.  That is what Vee had told me.  Actually, it was one of the
very few useful things she ever told me.  You get the slave to dig a small
hole.  Then, you keep making them dig that hole just a hair deeper.  The
slave keeps digging it because, hell, what's another inch deeper anyway? 
Before they know it, however, the hole is 10 feet deep and they have no
hope of every getting out.

   That is exactly what I was doing here with mom and sis.  After all that
my mom has experienced, you would think she would see the pattern.  Maybe
she didn't see the pattern.  Or, maybe she did see the pattern but deep
down she wanted this all to happen.  There is no way to know for sure.  All
that mattered to me, however, was that she broke down and decided to follow
through with my orders.

   Like I said, it really wasn't that bad.  All I wanted her to do was
spoon a little with sis; whisper a few things in her ear, and nibble a
little on her neck and ear.  Mom was to do this until she could bring
herself to a nice climax with her fingers.  Was that really too much to
ask? I told her she could even pretend she was asleep when she did it.

   Apparently, it was too much to ask.  As bedtime got closer mom started
trying to get my attention.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her
staring at me as we watched TV.  Uncle Jay had long since gone to bed.  He
claimed he was still feeling a bit ill, but I know he was just hoping I
wouldn't disturb him if I thought he was asleep already.  Yeah, he wasn't
the smartest one in the family.

   I let my mom stare for about 30 minutes before I finally looked over at
her.  When I did she simply shook her head back and forth.  I'm pretty
positive we was saying "no" to what I had ordered her to do earlier.  I
highly doubt she was trying to ask me not to mess with Uncle Jay.  Hell,
the selfish bitch probably hadn't even thought about what I might have
planned for that faggot.

   I stared at her for a moment hoping she would back down and agree to do
as I ordered.  Surprisingly, she held firm.  So, I turned back to the TV
and watched the rest of the show.

   The show itself was even humiliating for mom and sis.  I can't remember
if it was HBO or Cinemax, but the movie was called Spiderbabe or some shit
like that.  Girl gets bit by radioactive spider then fucks everything in
sight.  There was more plot to it than just that, but I doubt anyone really
cared about the plot.

   It wasn't actually hardcore porn.  I guess you would call it softcore
porn since they did show tons of nudity, kissing and simulated sex. 
Regardless of what you called it, it was completely inappropriate for Linda
to watch.  Despite this, mom never protested about it.  I'm sure Uncle Jay
wanted to complain but he was too busy pretending to sleep.

   I have to admit that I was even a bit surprised at how raunchy the flick
was.  It wasn't just hetro; there were lots of lesbian scenes also.  We had
cable internet at home; I made a note to have my mom add cable TV to that
package.  The shows wouldn't do much for me, but I know I would like the
way my mom and sis squirmed as we watched these late night "porns".

   Mom and sis both had a nice shade of pink to them by the end of the
movie.  I know mom realized I was just trying to humiliate her.  I'm not so
sure Linda knew though.  Unlike mom, Linda seemed to watch the movie very
intently.  I think she was just ashamed to be watching it while mom and I
were in the room.  I would have to make sure we got sis a TV for her room
and access to the adult channels.  It would be an interesting experiment to
see if she would switch it on late at night while she thought everyone else
was asleep.

   It was a very awkward moment for them when the movie finally came to an
end and they could no longer ignore the fact that they were not alone in
the room.  I almost laughed as mom sat there speechless.  I couldn't blame
her.  What exactly do you tell your 10-year-old daughter right after
watching porn?

   I finally broke the silence by switching the radio on.  Mom then
announced she was going to get ready for bed and took first dibs on the
bathroom.  I was very tempted to tell Linda about the night's activities
but decided it would be more fun if it was a surprise for her.  Well, more
fun for me anyway.

   Mom came out about 15 minutes later in her nightgown.  Once Linda was in
the bathroom I guided mom to the far corner of the room and made it clear
that she was indeed going to do as I ordered.  After our zoo activities, I
knew this most recent order was not too much for me to ask.  I was certain
she was just getting those last minute butterflies is all.

   "Listen to me Baby K," I whispered in her ear.  "You are going to do as
I ordered aren't you?"

   I hated the fact that I had to use her code word yet again.  That was
twice in one day!  I was starting to think she was intentionally trying to
piss me off.  She knew I couldn't do any serious punishments while we were
in the hotel and probably was trying to provoke me into using her code
word. I still didn't fully understand how the code word worked, but I knew
it made it easier for her to perform her tasks.  I noticed that sometimes
she even blacked out the entire event.  It was for these reasons that I
always strived not to use it.  It was also the same reason I had no major
desire to learn how to instill a similar code into my sister.  What good
was having a sex slave if you couldn't fully humiliate them?

   Mom managed to nod her head as she struggled to keep from falling down.

   "Wait," I told her when she started to stumble her way back to her bed.
"Take your nightgown off.  Since you pissed me off you will be spending the
night in the raw."

   She was still pretty dazed from the use of her code word but she
complied.  I don't think she was fully there, however, because she didn't
cry or anything.  I'm pretty sure she normally would have cried at the
thought of spending the night naked with her daughter.

   "Oh, one more thing," I whispered.  "If you want you can pretend she is
someone else while you fake being asleep.  But if you don't use the name
"Linda" then you will use the name "Jane".

   I'm not sure why I added that last part.  I guess I just wanted my
sister to think my mother had been having sex, or at least fantasies, about
the 13-year-old Jane.  There was a major difference between a 10-year-old
and a 13-year-old girl, but it would still help drive home the idea to
Linda that mom definitely had naughty thoughts about little girls.

   I was tempted to make mom wear her large butt plug also.  But I didn't
want it to get in the way if by some fluke sis actually responded to my
mother's advances.  I highly doubted that would happen, but you never know.
Besides, we had to travel light and mom only had that one plug with her.  I
had a better idea how I wanted it used.

   You guessed it, Uncle Jay.  Speaking of Uncle Jay, he was still playing
possum.  I wondered if he heard any of our conversation.  The radio was
probably too loud for him to make much of it out.  He didn't have to hear
all of it, however, if he heard me use mom's code word.  I'm sure he knew
it as well and would know I was up to something if he did hear it.  I often
wondered if he used the code word on mom to get her to do nasty things. 
Even if he truly loved her it would be extremely tempting to use it from
time to time I would think.  But then, I guess there probably wasn't much
my skanky mom wouldn't already do for him anyway.

   Mom dived under the covers to hide her nudity when she heard the
bathroom door start to open.  Linda was dressed in her pink cotton
nightgown.  It looked cute on her, but the next time they slept together
like this I would ensure they were both naked.

   "Oh."

   I heard sis let out the gasp of shock shortly after getting under the
covers.  The lights were out already so I couldn't tell if my mother had
started spooning with sis already or if Linda had just discovered mom was
fully naked.

   I pulled my pajama pants and underwear off once I was under the covers.
I laid there toying with my hard dick a few minutes as I thought about the
night my mom and sis were about to experience.  I waited for the next song
to come on the radio before I made my move on Uncle Jay.  His little possum
act was pretty pathetic.  He practically jumped out of his skin when I
reached over and touched his side.

   I don't get my jollies by feeling up guys.  I just wanted to get a feel
for where he was so I could lean over and whisper to him.

   "Put this in your ass then get under the covers and suck my dick till
morning," I whispered as I pushed the plug into his mouth.

   He let out a small moan, but I don't know if it was out of fear, despair
or what.  But at least I knew I was right about him being awake already. 
Any normal guy would have told me to go fuck off.  Or, as a minimum, they
would have just ignored me.  Not Jay though.  I could see his tongue
glistening in the dim light as he licked the plug all over.  The plug was
almost 3 inches wide and he was smart enough to know it would need some
lube to fit up his ass without doing any damage.

   "Mmph," he moaned a minute later as he forced it up his asshole.

   "Shh...  you don't want your daughter to hear do you?" I whispered to
him.

   He stopped all movement when I said that.  He was probably trying to
figure out how I knew Linda was his daughter.  I wished I could have seen
his face but it was too dark and my eyes hadn't adjusted yet.

   I let him sit there for a minute before put my hand on his head and
pushed him under the covers.  I think he secretly wanted to suck my dick
because he didn't put up much of a fight.  All it took was a small nudge
and he slid right down to my crotch and started licking at my dick and
balls.

   I have to give my uncle credit.  He sure knew how to suck a dick.  He
licked at my dick for about 3 minutes then ran his tongue to the tip,
opened his mouth and took it in.  I'm not talking just the tip either.  He
swallowed at least 8 to 9 inches in a matter of seconds.

   I'm sure my grandfather gave him a lot of practice earlier in the day.
However, Uncle Jay seemed to be a bit too good at this.  I suspected that
he probably had a few faggot friends on the side.  That was fine by me.  I
had no ambition to take Jay on as a long-term slave anyway.  Sure, I
planned to humiliate him like this from time to time but nothing too
regular.  His father would be fucking him on a daily, if not hourly, rate.
I would just show up often enough so that he wouldn't forget who really was
in charge.

   He was being a good little slave so I decided to take it easy on him
this time.  For starters, I let him set his own pace.  I just laid back and
enjoyed the ride.  I also kept the covers in place.  This did two things
for him.  First it helped mask the noises he was making.  The second thing
it did was thin out his oxygen supply.  You would be surprised how tame a
slave can get when you reduce their oxygen.  I'm not talking about an all
out smother; just a reduction in either the purity of the oxygen or
possibly how fast they breathe it in.

   I experiment with this for a long time with my mother.  For her, what I
normally did was just pinch her nose from time to time while she deep
throated me.  I would start out with very short durations.  Then every
minute I would increase it a few seconds.  I never did it to the point
where she would turn blue or anything sick like that.  Just enough that she
would start to get that glossy look in her eyes.

   I know it sounds cruel but I could tell mom actually looked at this as a
form of reward for her efforts.  I think it made her nights easier once she
got light headed.  Not only that, but if I did it just right I often could
get her to even climax without any contact to her cunt at all.  But then,
my mom is a bit of a slut and would probably climax from someone pissing in
her face too.

   I had never tried using the covers like I currently was with Uncle Jay
but I figured the effect should be close to the same.  I think the covers
cut off too much of his oxygen because after about 20 minutes he started to
become very clumsy.  It was still a great blowjob but his tongue and head
movement seemed to go out of sync a bit.  I didn't want him to smother so I
lifted the covers up for a moment to give him some fresh air, then dropped
them back down.  I did this about every 10 minutes to keep him from passing
out on me.

   While I was having my fun, mom and sis had started their games as well.
They were on the window side of the room and the light through the curtains
was just enough to allow me to see their silhouette.  I couldn't make out
any details but I could tell mom was spooning with sis.  Over the sound of
the radio I could just barely hear my mom's whispers.  It was so low that I
would have never noticed it had I not known she was going to be whispering.
Linda's whispers were a lot more noticeable.

   I think mom must have just started necking with sis because Linda's
whispers seemed a bit desperate.

   "Mom...  mom, you're dreaming...  mom," she repeated over and over.

   At first it was pretty quiet then gradually sis got louder.  It never
left the range of a whisper but it should have woken my mom up if she had
actually been asleep.  Either sis began to enjoy herself, or she just gave
up, because her protest slowly died down until it stopped altogether.  It
wasn't long and all I could hear was mom's faint whispers and an occasional
wet sound as she kissed and nibbled at my sister.

   I came in my uncle's throat right about the same time my mom managed to
diddle herself off.  I know because mom actually announced her climax to
sis.

   "Jane, I'm coming!"

   It was still a whisper but it was much louder than the prior 20 minutes.
I don't think her climax was all that big that she would have gotten that
carried away.  More likely she just wanted to make sure I could hear her so
she wouldn't get punished.  But you never know, maybe diddling herself
while necking with Linda is what really did it for her.  We would see in
the weeks to come.

   As my dick softened a bit, Uncle Jay started to let it slip out of his
mouth.  I'm not sure if he had misunderstood my original instructions or if
maybe the lack of oxygen had caused him to forget.  Anyway, I rushed my
hand to his head to remind him I didn't want my dick leaving his mouth
until morning.  I then pulled back the covers a bit so he wouldn't
suffocate.  His tongue and throat felt great on my dick and it wasn't long
and I could feel myself starting to get hard again.  However, it had been a
long day and I fell asleep before I was fully erect.

   I had never made mom suck me all night before but I planned to start. 
My uncle's mouth caused me to have some pretty wild dreams that night.  I
remember waking up briefly twice.  The first time I had been dreaming I was
climaxing and when I woke up I was in the middle of a real world climax
down Uncle Jay's throat.  It was the wildest thing I had ever experienced.
It was almost as though I had two full climaxes.

   The second time I woke up was exactly the same as the first, only this
time I dreamed I was climaxing but in the real world I was pissing.  I got
control of myself before too much leaked out but I'm sure my uncle got a
few good swallows.  Had I been awake enough to know for sure that my uncle
still had my dick in his mouth, then I wouldn't have stopped my stream of
piss.  I tried to get it going again but couldn't so I just let myself
drift off again.

   I don't think my uncle got much sleep that night because the next day he
slept for most of the trip back to Colorado.  Mom seemed pretty fresh, but
sis must have had nightmares or something all night because she looked like
she was dragging even more than Uncle Jay.  Me, I slept like a baby last
night so I was fresh as could be.

   I spent most of the trip back thinking of all that I had accomplished.
With the exception of all the unnecessary risks that I had taken, overall I
was very happy with this trip.

   5.

   As fun as the trip had been, I was very happy to be back home in
Colorado.  The first thing I did was rush over to Sandra and Jane's house.
I didn't even bother to unpack my suitcase.  I desperately needed a fuck. I
came several times while I was in Kansas but the closest thing to actual
sex was when I fucked my mom in the bat exhibit.  That may seem like sex to
most, but for me that event was more like foreplay; weak foreplay at that.
I wasn't truly satisfied until I brutally fucked a girl's hole.  Which hole
didn't really matter as long as I got in some long, hard and fast strokes.

   I was in a hurry, but I did take the time to turn on a few of the hidden
cameras and audio devices in my house.  I wanted to make sure mom and Uncle
Jay didn't start plotting some shit against me.  I doubted either had the
guts, but you leave two of them alone without anything to do and who knows
what might get into their head.  That's one of the reasons I always tried
to keep mom busy when I wasn't around.  Sure enough, they didn't even talk.
Once the care was unloaded Uncle Jay got into his car and headed home.  Mom
and sis didn't talk either.

   We hadn't gotten home until about 10 p.m.  but I was sure Jane and
Sandra were still up.  Tomorrow wasn't a school night, which meant Jane
would probably end up doing an all-nighter.  The sisters got virtually no
sleep from Friday to Sunday night.  The sisters easily lived off the
interest on their inheritance, so Sandra didn't have to work.  This allowed
Sandra to sleep in come Monday.  However, poor Jane had to drag her ass to
school.

   Believe it or not, school was one of the reasons I was going over to
their house.  It was a very small reason, but it gave me an excuse for mom.
Not that she could have done anything about it anyway.  If I wanted to go
out late then I went out...  fuck her.

   Jane and I went to the same school and were the same age, but we were in
different grades.  I had been held back a year in grade school...  big
surprise, ha ha.  I had Jane stop by my classes and pick up my assignments
for me.  If she was a good slave then she probably had all my homework done
for me by now.  I didn't ask her to do my homework for me but if she didn't
want her weekend to get any worse then she damn well better have taken a
little initiative.

   Most of the lights in the house were out, but that didn't mean anything.
They spent most of their time in the basement anyway.  Plus, even if they
were upstairs they would both always be in the same room 99 percent of the
time, so there was no need to turn every light in the house on.

   I stood outside the door for several minutes before I entered.  I know I
make it sound like I'm super confident and have everything under control,
but I often get scared before I entered mine or Sandra's house.  It's kind
of like that feeling you get before getting up to give a speech in class.
But it's not necessarily nervousness.  It's more me being scared I have
forgotten something.  Or, maybe I screwed up in my last training session
with the respective slave.

   When I enter, will everything be the way I expect, or, will the slave
pull out a knife and try to cut my balls off?  Will cops pop out from the
closet?  Or, will the slave even be living there anymore.  All kinds of
dreadful thoughts go through my mind.

   Sandra and Jane's training was coming along very nicely, so I wasn't too
concerned about cops or knives and shit.  However, after seeing what Uncle
David did to his brother Joseph; well, I was bit concerned Sandra might
have done something drastic to Jane or Vee.

   I probably should have rang the bell, but decided to surprise them.  So,
I used my key to let myself in.  The TV was on and I could see light coming
from the kitchen.  I also heard someone raiding the fridge.  When I entered
the kitchen I expected the worst, but what I seen made me laugh out loud.

   Standing there naked at the fridge was Sandra.  Jane was on her hands
and knees behind her spreading her sister's butt cheeks and eating her ass.
Trailing behind Jane was their dog, Blacky, who was vigorously licking up
and down Jane's ass crack.  As Sandra moved around the room, Jane would
shuffle behind her maintaining the rim job and Blacky would as well.

   All three of them looked my way when they heard me laugh.  Blacky
growled a little until he remembered who I was.  Jane's face turned bright
red.  I had seen her rim her sister and Vee dozens of times in the past. 
However, this was different.  She was rimming her sister without Vee or I
ordering it.  Sure, Sandra probably ordered it, but it was still different.
She didn't look like she wanted to cry, she just looked a bit embarrassed
is all.

   "Rim!" Sandra ordered once she recovered from the sudden fright.

   Upon hearing the order, both Blacky and Jane went back to their duties.

   "What are you guys doing?" I laughed.

   "Making a sandwich," Sandra said as she opened up a package of meat. 
"Do you want one, Master?"

   Her reaction cracked me up even more than the sight before me.  She had
a dog rimming her sister who was rimming her and she thought I was asking
about the late night meal she was making...  ha ha.

   "Oh, that," Sandra said when she realized where I was looking.  "I'm
teaching the dogs some new tricks.  It's less confusing if I teach them at
the same time.  This way if I say a command they both know what I mean. 
They are learning the command "Rim" today.  When I say it Jane knows to rim
me and Blacky knows to rim Jane.  Blacky is pretty smart, but his bitch
gets easily confused.  If I taught them separately then gave the command
while they were in the same room then Jane would probably try to rim Blacky
while Blacky tried to rim her.  They would end up running in circles."

   This explanation made Jane turn an even brighter shade of red.  I could
also tell she was trying to hold back tears as her sister basically said
Jane was dumber than the dog.  My laughing didn't help her feel any better,
I'm sure.

   "Would you like to use one of us, master," Sandra asked.

   "No, go about your normal routine for now," I said.

   After she made her sandwich, Sandra slowly walked into the living room.
She went just slow enough for Jane to keep up with her.  Once there, Sandra
laid on her side on the couch.  Jane lost contact with her sister's ass for
only a second before she was digging between the crack again with her face
and mouth.

   Considering what they were doing, one would expect that Sandra was
watching porn.  However, she was just watching the evening news.  She just
laid there eating her sandwich and watching the news like her sister and
Blacky didn't even exist.

   "Well, I was expecting something a little more exciting than this," I
said after a few minutes.  "Is this all you have been doing since I left?"

   "Oh, of course not, Master," Sandra said with a concerned look on her
face.  "We are just taking a 30 minute break for a small snack."

   Sandra let out a small chuckle at the thought of her sister snacking on
her asshole while she ate her sandwich.  I picked up on the joke and
laughed as well.  Jane didn't find it as funny for some reason.

   "Sit!" Sandra ordered.

   Both Blacky and Jane stopped what they were doing and sat up.  Blacky's
position was your standard dog sitting position.  However, Jane's was her
slave pose but with a twist.  Everything was the same as her normal slave
pose except instead of having her hands behind her head, she had them bent
up toward her chest with her wrist and palms bent downward.  She looked
just like a dog begging for a snack.

   "Jane, why don't you tell master what you just did downstairs," Sandra
said with a smile.

   Jane gave Sandra a pleading look.  I could tell she didn't like the idea
of reliving whatever it was that just happened.  Jane got as red as a
lobster and mumbled something.

   "Speak up bitch," Sandra yelled as she gave her sister a loud slap
across the face.

   The slap caused Jane's cheek to turn white for a moment but the blood
quickly returned it to its bright red glow.  From the expression on Jane's
face, I'm not sure which hurt her more; the slap or the knowledge that her
own sister was now treating her like this.

   I have to admit that the whole Sandra and Jane relationship confused me
probably more than it even confused Jane.  When I forced Sandra to take
over Jane's training I expected that Sandra would be the one having a hard
time adjusting to it.  But it seemed to be the opposite.  Sandra had
quickly fell into her roll and Jane seemed to revert back to some formal
level of her training.  Jane still did everything she was told, but it
seemed to bother her tons more now that it was her sister giving the
orders.

   "I fucked Blacky," Jane whispered as she looked down at the floor.

   "No, that's not what happened," Sandra growled.  "Say it right."

   "M...master Blacky fucked his bitch," Jane managed to say in between
sobs.

   "And?" Sandra said.

   "Mistress Sandra made the bitch lick her asshole," Jane said.

   "Jesus!  Do you see what I have to put up with sometimes, master?"
Sandra said.  "I'll just tell you myself.  After Blacky fucked her I had
her follow me into the bathroom.  After I went to the toilet, I introduced
her to her new duties as my toilet paper.  Isn't that right bitch?  I had
to do number two also, didn't I?"

   Jane just nodded her head.  She cried a little harder and a shiver
seemed to run down her body as she remembered licking her sister's dirty
asshole clean.

   I was getting pretty hard as I listened to the playback.  However, I
wasn't sure I liked the idea of Sandra constantly referring to her sister
as though she was a dog.  First off, it was damn confusing at times since
there were actually three women in the house.  I could see myself having to
constantly ask if Sandra was referring to Jane or Vee.

   There was more to it than just that though.  I got the feeling that
Sandra might be trying to change how she actually thought of Jane.  I have
to admit that I found it hot that she was trying to convert the girl into a
dog, but at the same time I didn't like that this process seemed to make
Sandra's life easier.  Deep down I'm sure Sandra still thought of Jane as
her sister, but the whole dog thing probably made it a ton easier on Sandra
to pretend it wasn't her sister she was ordering around but just some
animal.

   I don't know.  Maybe I was just reading too much into it.  I decided to
meet her half way on this issue for now.  Once I got Sandra alone, I would
order her to refer to her sister as Jane or sis whenever I was around. 
When I wasn't there she could call her whatever she wanted.

   "Is our guest still okay?" I asked after a moment.

   I didn't wait for an answer.  I walked over to the basement door and
made my way downstairs.  Sandra jumped up from the couch and rushed to
catch up with me.  She didn't give the "dogs" any commands so they just sat
there.

   I could tell something was up as Sandra started talking a mile a minute
about how everything was fine.  I could hear the nervousness in her voice
and that only made me worry even more.  As Vee's cage came into view I half
expected her to be dead or worse.

   At first glance Vee seemed to be perfectly well.  She was sitting in the
corner of her cage.  I thought she was asleep at first, but as I got closer
I realized she had her eyes half open.

   "Is she drunk or something?" I asked as Vee struggled to open her eyes
further to see who had approached.

   "No, master," Sandra said.

   Vee stared up at me for a moment before she seemed to recognize me.  She
then started to cry.  Vee wasn't the crying type and had never done it
before when I arrived.  I didn't see why she would regret my visit so much
more this time than before.  I then realized it wasn't me that she was
crying about.

   "You have to help me," Vee begged.  "Look at what she is trying to get
me to eat."

   "Shut up bitch!" Sandra yelled at her.  "You don't speak unless spoken
too!"

   I also noticed Vee hadn't called me "master" either.  But my immediate
focus was on her food bowl.  We have had Vee on a dog food diet for some
time now and that is what appeared to be in her bowl now.

   "It's dog food, master," Sandra said as I knelt down closer to it.

   "What else is in it?" I asked as I noticed something odd about it's
texture.

   "I just added a little extra flavor to it," Sandra said with a nervous
laugh.

   "Did you put shit in her food?" I asked.

   Sandra didn't have to answer.  I could see it in Vee's eyes that I was
correct.  The only thing I didn't know was whether it was human shit or dog
shit.  To be honest, I really didn't want to know the answer to that
question.  At least Vee didn't seem to have eaten any of it, so my stomach
didn't get too upset at what might be in the bowl.

   "It's nothing that will actually hurt her, master," Sandra tried to
reason.  "She can easily live off it if the stuck up bitch would just eat
it."

   "Have you been making Jane eat this mixture also?" I asked.

   "No, of course not," she replied.

   I was pleased that Sandra at least found that prospect objectionable.

   I walked over to the desk and sat in the metal chair that was set up
there.  I then motioned Sandra over to me.  She walked over very slowly and
very nervously.  I think she thought I was going to give her a severe
punishment.  God knows she deserved one.  But that was not my plan.  I was
the one that left her in charge.  If she went overboard then it was my
fault for not training her better and setting proper guidelines.

   "Have a seat," I said as I angled my dick upward.

   My dick was still rock hard despite what I had just seen in Vee's food
bowl.  Sandra grunted as she took me in her cunt.  Like a good slave, she
was already moist and managed to take me all the way inside.

   "Ass," I said after her cunt had lubed up my dick sufficiently.

   "Oh!" Sandra moaned as she lifted herself up and then slowly sank my
dick up her asshole.

   I could tell she was in pain, but she managed to start bucking up and
down on my dick the way she knew I liked it.  I put one hand on the small
of her back and the other on her shoulder.  I then applied a little
pressure so she knew I wanted her to stop.  She looked confused but came to
a stand still with my dick almost all the way up her ass.  I then pulled
her face to mine and gave her a small kiss on the lips.  I then put her
head next to mine so I could whisper to her.

   "You know you did wrong, don't you?" I said.

   "Yes," she whimpered.  "I'm sorry, master."

   "I'm going to let you off this one time," I told her.  "But from now on
I don't want you to do anything to Nikki (Vee's fake name) that you are not
willing to do yourself; unless of course I order you to do it.  Is that
clear?"

   "Yes, master," she replied.  "I'm sorry."

   I'm normally not that affectionate with my slaves, but for this fuck I
held Sandra tight against me.  I also kissed her the entire time as she
rode my dick.  I was normally pretty brutal with her when I fucked her ass,
but this fuck turned out to be one of the most sensual ones I think we have
ever had.  It was a very touching and emotional event for her.  As we
kissed I could taste her salty tears as they ran across our lips.  I also
know she had at least two orgasms before I unloaded in her asshole.

   I didn't fully realize it at the time, but this fuck was my way of
letting her know I now seen her as an equal; or at least closer to my equal
than in the past.  The way I seen it, if I was going to expect her to take
on the full responsibilities of being a mistress, to include the welfare of
her slaves, then I should make her feel at least half human.  Oh, she
wouldn't get this nice treatment every day, but from time to time I would
give her a little treat like this...  provided she started performing her
duties more responsibly.

   It was a nice fuck, but Sandra enjoyed it a lot more than I.  I managed
to climax but it felt more like masturbation than anything else to me.  I
needed more humiliation involved to really get me off the way I liked.  I
decided I would go upstairs and have a little fun with Jane.  Jane still
screamed like hell whenever I squeeze my dick up her tiny ass.  I didn't
like hurting her like this too often, but right now I felt this was exactly
what my dick needed.

   "You must be hungry after four days," I told Vee before I left the room.
"Sandra, sit on the cage and feed this bitch."

   Sandra smiled and hoped into action.  She was up on the cage in no time
and parting her ass cheeks against the large wire mesh.  Vee must have
really been hungry because she was already licking at Sandra's asshole.

   "Just the cum," I told Sandra when I seen her straining way more than
she actually needed too.  "Once she is done, dump out her food bowls and
give her some dog food.  Don't bother to wash the bowl though, a little
shit seasoning won't hurt her too much this one time."

   My dick was already getting hard again as I watched Vee.  She had
doubled her efforts on Sandra's asshole when she heard she would get some
fresh dog food as a reward.  I watched a minute longer then headed on
upstairs so Jane could clean her sister off my dick.

   Yes, it was good to be home again.

   -- To be continued -

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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
in real life.  `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````