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 Robert 3_3 (Homecoming)

   This story takes over where "Homecoming" part two left off.  In addition
to parts one and two, I also recommend you read "Robert Lives" and "The
Salt Pile".  This story is about a boy that enslaves his family.  Note:
Minor modifications were made to the final few paragraphs to bring it in
line with the next story in this series.

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   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   Our trip to my mom's hometown had been extremely short.  However, the
trip had some very long-term aftereffects for my family.  Uncle Jay was the
first to fully feel those effects.  Bob, Jay's father, showed up on my
uncle's doorstep just like he had promised.

   I called my uncle's house a few days later to make sure all was going as
planned.  I was happy to hear Jay answer the phone and not Bob.  It would
suck if my mom happened to call and her dad answered the phone.  In time I
planned to bring mom and even sis in on what was happening to Jay, but I
felt they needed more training first.  That and I wanted my mom to first
adjust to the new things I was already starting to introduce to her.  She
seemed to already be a bit depressed.  Finding out the true scope of my
vision for the family this early might push her over the edge.

   "Put the man of the house on, faggot," I told my uncle.

   There was a long silence and for a minute I was afraid Grandpa Bob
hadn't actually shown up.  I was pleased when I finally heard some yelling
in the background.  From what I could make out, it sounded like Bob had
been asleep and wasn't too happy about being woken by his son.

   "What the fuck do you want?" Bob said as he picked up the phone.

   Bob must have gotten a good sleep because he sounded almost sober for a
change.  I was sure that would change very quickly now that he was awake.
It would surprise me if he didn't already had a beer in his hand.

   "I've created the email address you can send the digital video clips
too," I told him.

   At the end of our discussion in Kansas, I had given Bob a small digital
camcorder so he could tape some of his sessions with Jay and send them to
me.  The deal was that he would get access to his son, which included room,
board and beer, and he would send me weekly clips of their activities.

   Gay porn didn't do much for me, but seeing my uncle humiliated would
make my dick hard as a rock.  It also allowed me to keep tabs on what Bob
was doing to Jay.  I hated my uncle but that didn't mean I wanted him to
end up like Nicky, whom Dr.  Kelly tortured and cut on almost daily.  In
addition, I figured the tapes might make for some fun viewing with my mom
and sis once I brought them in on it.

   "Fuck you," Bob replied.  "Don't call back here again."

   At that my grandfather hung up.

   What an ungrateful fuck.  I almost yelled at my mom to go start the car.
I was tempted to have her drive me to Jay's house and then have it out with
this fucker.  That action wasn't wise and I knew it.  So, I calmed myself
down and then initiated my backup plan.

   I knew there was a good chance Bob might try to fuck me like this.  When
I first met Bob I didn't think there was much I could do if he indeed tried
to screw me over.  A lot has changed since then, however.

   I owed the backup plan to my father's DVD collection.  It was very
tempting to watch the videos in chronological order.  However, my father
apparently had dozens of slaves prior to my mom and Uncle Jay.  It would
take me months to get through it all.  Actually, it would take months if I
watched it 18 hours a day.  However, there was no way I could do that. 
Hell, I had trouble making it through 30 minutes without having to stop and
fuck one of my slaves.  At the rate I was going it would probably take me 3
years to get through it all.

   I couldn't wait 3 years, however, to reach the clips about my mom and
uncle.  So, I skipped straight to it.  I still guessed it would take me at
least 3 months to get through just this section of the DVDs.

   Anyway, while I was going through these DVDs I found dozens of clips
labeled "Jay and Bob".  The file names also included dates and brief
descriptions.  You could tell the clips had been made with hidden cameras,
but they were still pretty good quality; especially considering the
technology used was from over 13 years ago.  The clips made for some very
good blackmail material.

   I calmly walked back over to Sandra's house and got on her computer.  It
only took me a minute to find a good clip of Bob molesting his then
13-year-old son.  I logged onto my anonymous email account and emailed the
clip to the address I had created for Bob.  I then gave Bob another call.
Jay answered the phone like before.  I told Jay the email account info and
told him to give it to his father.  And to let Bob know there was an email
already waiting for him.

   It didn't take long and I had received a reply to the email.  As I
figured, Bob still hadn't realized how weak his position really was.  I
decided to walk on home before I called him back.  Last thing I needed was
for him to trace the call back to Sandra's house.  The first call to Jay
was bad enough.

   "Listen you little shit," Bob started yelling the second he picked up
the phone.  "You turn that over to the police and your ass will go down as
well."

   "Why would I get into trouble grandpa?" I said as innocently as I could.
"You not only had sex with your own son but you molested me as well.  That
is why I'm thinking of going to the cops with that tape I found."

   It was times like this where my age really worked to my benefit.  One
would think I would be at a disadvantage because of my young age.  However,
being underage was an extremely powerful tool when dealing with adults. 
All I had to do was send the video clip to the authorities and my
grandfather would find himself behind bars.  If he tried to rat me out then
he would just find himself on the end of yet another charge of child
molestation.

   I could hear Bob mumbling and stuff.  He was clearly confused at first
by the way I had replied to his comment.  I wasn't sure if he was recording
me or not, so I couldn't just come out and talk straight to him.  He was a
pretty stupid fuck but he managed to finally pick up on the threat.

   "What do you want?" he finally asked.

   "You know," I said and then hung up.

   I got on my computer and sent him another email to ensure he fully
understood his position and what I expected.  It was no big surprise when I
read in his first response that he had sold the camcorder already.  I think
the fucker was actually expecting me to buy him another one.  I told him to
have his bitch get one for him.  A $300 digital camcorder, combined with
the cost of the trip to Kansas would really put Uncle Jay in the hole on
finances.  Poor grandpa probably wouldn't be getting much beer for a couple
months.  It served the asshole right though.

   It was only another three days before I received Bob's first video.  I
honestly don't know what I would have done had he decided not to send it on
time.  I guess I would have allowed a one week extension, but there is a
good chance he would have seen that as a sign of weakness on my part and
called my bluff on the whole police thing.  Had he pissed me off enough I
might have actually turned his ass in.  However, deep down I knew I was
just bluffing.

   In the end, I guess it all worked out in my favor; Bob's favor also when
you really think about it.  About the only one that didn't fair so well was
Uncle Jay.  The digital video I received showed that Jay had some rough
years ahead of him.

   This video showed me that Bob's actions during his first encounter with
his son was no fluke.  As I watched the video I could tell that Bob had a
natural act for humiliating sex slaves.  I'm not so sure he could train one
on his own, but he sure as hell could put one through their paces once you
gave him free reign.  Hell, he did something in his tape that I hadn't even
imagined.

   "Tie this to your nut sack," Bob told his son.

   It was hard to tell from the video, but it looked to be a 2-foot long
strip of white cloth.  It looked to be made out of a thick cotton material,
maybe cut from a towel or something similar.

   This must have been something new to Jay also, because he had to ask
instructions on exactly what his father wanted.

   "Jesus, you are fucking worthless," Bob yelled.

   Bob then reached down and grabbed his son's balls.

   "No, please," Jay begged.

   Jay was thinking the same thing I was; that his father was about to
squeeze his nuts as a brutal punishment.  That wasn't his father's
intention, however.  Instead, Bob held the balls the best he could with his
fingers and pull down on them.  I'm sure it was a little painful, but
nothing compared to what Jay had been expecting.  He didn't even yell or
groan in pain.

   "Now tie the cloth off around your sack," Bob told him.  "Make sure it's
pretty tight."

   I was naked in my room and tried mimicking what was going on in the
video.  I didn't tie anything around my ball sack though.  I just used my
fingers.  I was mainly curious how painful it might be for my uncle.  To my
surprise, it really wasn't painful at all.  The lack of pain confused me a
bit until I seen what came next.

   After Jay's balls were tied off, Bob pulled him off screen.  I had to
wait for a minute before Bob thought to move the camera to a better angle.
The new angle showed that Jay was now on all fours at the far end of the
living room facing the camera, which was a good 10 feet away.  The
expression on Jay's face was priceless as he looked up at the camera.  He
was just as confused as I was.  Only his confusion was mixed with a shit
load of fear.

   "Let's see if we can find a good use for this weight set of yours," Bob
said as he came back into view carrying a large barbell weight.  "I know
you sure as hell haven't been using it for bodybuilding."

   The second Bob took the weight behind Jay I got a good idea what was
coming next.  A moment later I could tell Jay had figured it out also when
his eyes got big as saucers.  Bob was tying the weight to the excess cloth
that hung from Jay's balls.  For a moment, I thought that sick fuck Bob was
going to suspend the weight in mid air under his son.  But he didn't.  He
left just enough slack that Jay could stay up on all fours and still have
the weight laying flat on the ground.  I couldn't see from this far away,
but my guess is that he had attached an additional rope or something to the
weight to give it enough range.

   Anyway, technicals aside, what happened next made me almost cum all over
my keyboard.

   "Okay, slut," Bob said.  "We are going to see how good of a plow horse
you are.  The carpet is the field and that weight is the plow.  Now giddy
up."

   Jay started to move forward but came to a sudden stop when the slack was
removed and his balls met the resistance of the weight.

   "Mmph," he moaned as he gradually added pressure.

   The weight was one of the bigger ones, I would guess maybe 20 pounds. 
However, sliding across the carpet it probably was only equal to maybe 10
pounds of drag on his balls.  Whatever it weighted, it sure as hell must
have felt like a metric ton to Jay.  He was grunting and groaning like
crazy.  He hadn't even gotten the weight to move but a few inches and
already he was crying up a storm.

   "I'm timing you so you better hurry," Bob warned him.  "The longer you
take the more I will punish you later."

   This caused Jay to increase his efforts.  However, he didn't speed up
all that much.

   "Fuck, you are pathetic," Bob yelled at him when it was clear Jay would
take an hour to make it across the room.  "I guess we are going to have to
change how this game is played."

   Jay halted his efforts for a moment in hopes that his father might make
the task easier for him.

   "Please no," Jay begged when he seen his father walk across the room and
grab a thick leather belt.

   Jay didn't wait for his father to return before struggling with the
weight again.  He seemed to already be moving it faster than before. 
However, Bob was still not satisfied and brought the belt down hard on his
son's ass.

   "Oh!" Jay let out.  The impact of the belt caused Jay to involuntarily
lunge forward several inches.  Thus, most of Jay's pain probably came from
his nut sack and not the actual impact of the belt.  Though, I'm sure the
belt didn't tickle much either.

   Again and again the belt landed on Jay's ass until finally he reached
the other end of the room where the camera sat.

   "Consider yourself lucky," Bob told him.  "Tomorrow if you slack off
like this again I will be using this belt on your balls instead of your
butt."

   Just the thought of Bob whipping Jay's balls with that belt made my own
nuts hurt a little.

   "You better get used to this, because we are going to do it every day,"
Bob continued.  "Every week we will add a little extra weight also.  By the
time I'm done with you your balls will be hanging half way to the floor. 
Now turn around and drag it back to the other side."

   As Jay turned around I got my first clear view of his ball sack tied to
the weight.  I thought Bob was exaggerating about Jay's balls hanging way
down by next year.  However, as Jay started dragging that weight again, I
could see his ball sack already being stretched a good 3 inches.  I still
doubted that they would ever get as low as Bob claimed, but over time they
certainly were going to hang a ton lower.

   I only got a good view of the stretching for about 10 seconds before Bob
blocked most of my view with his big hairy ass.  I laughed as he crawled up
behind Jay and sunk his dick up his son's asshole.  Jay shot a lard load of
cum all over the carpet the second his dad sunk into him...  what a faggot.


   Bob laid most of his weight onto his son's back and even put his shins
on top of Jay's calves.  Bob's feet were still dragging on the floor a bit,
but for all intentional purposes, Bob was basically riding his son.  I
don't know why, but this really turned me on.

   "Giddy up," Bob laughed as he slowly pumped his dick up his son's
asshole.  Bob held onto his son's shoulders to help ensure his thrusts went
deep into Jay's asshole.

   If Jay had boyfriends on the side, then I doubt they gave him this kind
of treatment.  Even with his back turned to me I could hear the faggot
crying like a little baby.  I guess I would be crying also if I had someone
fucking my ass while I tugged a weight around by my balls.  But then, I
wouldn't ever let myself get into that situation to begin with.

   Jay was a quivering sweaty mess by the time he finally reached the other
end of the room.  Bob took his weight off his son but kept his dick up
Jay's asshole.  He then started giving Jay long hard strokes.  Each stroke
made Jay cry out as they pushed him forward and made him pull the barbell
weight even further.

   "Here it comes," Bob announced.  "Be a good bitch and tighten your pussy
so daddy's climax feels better.  Yeah, that's the way."

   Bob then gave a few last jerks up his son's ass and then stood still.  A
few seconds later, he withdrew himself, walked about 4 feet and then sat on
the couch.

   "Get over here and clean your mess," Bob ordered.

   Jay began grunting again as he dragged the weight toward the couch.  Bob
let Jay suck his dick clean for about 5 minutes, then he got up and turned
the camcorder off.

   Me, I just sat there speechless watching the now static filled screen.
The tape had been way more than I could have ever hoped for.  At the same
time, however, I couldn't help but wonder if my grandfather wouldn't do the
exact same thing to me if he ever got the upper hand.  In fact, I kind of
got an eerie feeling that this was the exact message my grandfather was
trying to send me.

   I know what you are thinking; I'm just paranoid.  Maybe you are right.
However, my grandfather went from total disobedience to creating this
masterpiece.  I just couldn't shake the feeling that there had to be more
there than just trying to please me.

   Bob continued to send videos each week like I requested.  There was a
lot of variety in the tapes, but at least once a month he would send one
very similar to this first one.  I kept trying to convince myself that he
was just keeping me up to speed on how much weight Jay was pulling and how
far his balls had stretched.  However, I never could shake the feeling he
was sending me a message.

   It got to the point where sometimes when I was having sex I would even
get flashes of my grandfather abusing me like this.  Yeah, these
nightmarish flashes were definitely not part of my normal character and it
really bothered me whenever they would pop into my head.  It's one of the
many things that eventually pushed me to the point where I did what I
did... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

   2.

   Mom and Linda's training didn't go as fast as I had hoped, but it was
still acceptable.

   One of the first things I did was ensure the dyke in Linda had fully
awakened.  I did this via a simple task; I had Sandra ask her out on a
date. Mom couldn't know about it of course, so I had Linda run to a small
store about 3 blocks away for some soda.  And Sandra just happened to be
there at the same time...  ha ha.

   Sandra's orders were simple, just ask Linda out for a date.  Sandra
wasn't to actually demand the date; however, she was to make it clear it
was a real date and not just two girls having a night on the town.

   Sandra didn't use a hidden camera, but she did have a tape recorder with
her.  I was happy to hear Linda quickly agree to the date.  Okay, she
didn't agree right off the bat.  She sounded a bit embarrassed and hummed
and hawed a little.  Sandra had to remind her how much fun they had
together during their last encounter before Linda finally agreed.

   As a cover, Sandra said she would send her sister, Jane, over to pick
her up that coming Friday.  Sandra even gave Linda her phone number in case
mom wanted to ask questions.

   The plan was simple, I would give mom an embarrassing task that would
make her wish Linda wasn't around for the weekend.  Then, as Linda and
Sandra's date neared an end, Sandra would call mom and ask if it was okay
for Linda to stay over night with Jane and her.

   Of course, Linda wasn't aware of the full extent of the plan.  Nor was
Linda aware that Sandra's sister was the same exact Jane she feared so
much. I made sure I had a front row seat when Jane rang the doorbell and
Linda answered.  It was funny as shit as Linda stood there in shock.  For a
minute I thought she was going to piss herself.

   It took Linda over a minute to get a grasp on reality again.  Lucky for
her, mom was busy in the bathroom trying to fit a large plug up her
asshole. By the time mom returned, Linda seemed almost her normal self
again.  By the way mom wobbled into the living room, I was pretty sure she
had managed to fit the plug up her ass.  In a perverse sort of way, I was
proud of my mother for a moment.  The plug was the largest thing she had
put up her ass to date.  She not only got it in but managed to walk to the
living room and politely greet Linda's friend.  Of course she knew she
would be punished if she didn't.  But still, it was quite an
accomplishment.

   Mom was blushing even more than her daughter as she spoke with Jane.  I
didn't know at the time, but mom had guessed that Jane was probably the
little girl she had slept with on various occasions while blindfolded.  She
was right too; at least for most of those occasions.

   "Aren't you going to kiss your mom goodbye," Jane asked.

   Mom and sis just looked at each other and blushed.  But they complied.
Mom was still standing there worrying about her daughter being alone with
Jane, long after they had disappeared from sight.

   "Don't worry, they will be fine," I told her.  "Cheer up, I have a new
game for us to play.  It's called plowing the field."

   Okay, I admit it.  I stole the idea from my grandfather.  Hell, I'm not
going to ignore a good idea just because I wasn't the one to think it up.
Plowing the field actually became a rather popular game for mom and I.  I
had several variations of it.  Sometimes I attached weights to her nipples,
sometimes to her pussy and clit, and sometimes both.  The weights were
significantly lighter than what Bob used on his son's balls, but they were
still heavy enough to make mom grunt as she pulled them back and forth
across the house.

   My favorite version at first was when I would lock mom's hands behind
her back with some cuffs.  Then put the key at the top of the stairs or at
the front door or something.  I would then inform her that she needed to
work her way through the house to get the key.

   I later perfected this version by creating a device in metal shop at
school.  It wasn't that complex.  When you looked at it lying on the floor
it looked like a 3 to 4 foot long letter "I".  I would lock one of my mom's
wrists to each of the ends of the metal bar at the top of the "I", and one
of her angles to each of the ends of the metal bar at the bottom.  There
was enough slack that she could still crawl, but it completely prevented
her from removing the weights prior to reaching the key.  As a result, I
could tie her up like this and leave the house for hours on end while she
inched her way to the key.  The only drawback was that she had to stay on
flat surfaces.

   Late one night I even hooked her up in the device in the back yard.  It
was around 1 a.m.  and all the neighbors were asleep.  However, it was
still a stupid risk to take and I never did it again.  I have to admit
though that it was a huge turn on knowing she was out there crawling across
the lawn.

   I put her at the far end of the yard with the key up near the house.  I
told her she could take a long detour toward the bushes to help hide
herself or go straight across the lawn toward the key.  If she took the
detour, however, there was a good chance she wouldn't reach the key before
daylight.

   I didn't bother to hook up a camera and was in bed asleep less than 30
minutes later, so I honestly don't know which route she decided on.  I
never even bothered to ask.  I just know that when I woke up the next
morning she was in her bed asleep.

   I just wished I would have thought to bring Blacky over that night.  It
would have been a kick seeing my mom getting fucked by what she thought was
a stray dog.  I could just see her out there trying to remain quiet, yet
also trying to get the dog to leave her alone.  If I know Blacky, he
probably would have had his way with her 3 or 4 times before she reached
the key.  The only problem with that idea was that he might have knocked
the weights off her pussy or tits.  But still, it would have been hot to
give it a try.

   Our most popular variation was when I would put the key a good 1 to 2
hour crawl away, then inform mom that sis would be home around that same
time.  Mom always begged and cried when I would do this.  She was
absolutely petrified that sis might get home and catch her crawling naked
across the floor.

   What mom never knew was that I always ensured sis didn't arrive home
until just minutes after mom freed herself.  That's not to say Linda never
found out what was going on.  Hell, half the time Linda and I would be
watching mom from a nearby window.  I'm still surprised mom never realized
what was going on.  It was a hell of a coincidence to so narrowly escape so
many times in a row.

   Anyway, sorry about that side track there.  I'm sure you are curious
what happened on Linda's date.  I don't blame you; I was also.  That's why
I made sure mom was occupied and then ran over to Sandra's house.  I got
there about an hour before Sandra and sis showed up.  I found out later
that Sandra took my sister to a gay bar on the far end of town.  I knew
that gay bars existed, but I never knew they had ones you could take
underage kids too.  I think Sandra said the name was Connexion, which was
French for either Connection or Pedophile Hangout...  I don't remember
which, ha ha.

   I had Sandra later give me a detail description of it.  Apparently,
there was an upper floor where grownups normally staid.  There was alcohol
and such up there.  Then, there was a lower floor where the kids could meet
and drink sodas and such.  I think the kids were supposed to be 16 or
older, but Sandra said it wasn't uncommon to see 13 and 14-year-olds there.
Even so, my sister was still completely out of place...  but apparently no
one said anything.

   My dick was rock hard as I waited for them to arrive.  I didn't want to
cum ahead of time, so I tried to keep my mind occupied elsewhere.  For
beginners I did some basic chores like feed the dog.  Well, "dogs" if you
count Jane and Vee also.

   All three ate dog food of course.  I put Jane's bowl off to the side of
the room so she could eat in peace for a change.  Vee didn't get such a
luxury today.  For kicks, I cuffed Vee's hands and feet, then took her out
of her cage.  Before I put the bowl on the floor, I told Vee this was the
only food she was going to get for 5 days.  I then called Blacky over and
put the bowl of food on the floor.  Vee has gone without eating before and
she knew the following few days would be a ton easier if she ate as much as
possible now.  You just had to be there to see it...  I was almost falling
on the floor in laughter as Vee and Blacky fought over the bowl of food.

   Blacky was a big ass dog and I think normally he would have just bit
Vee's face off for trying to take his food.  Luckily for Vee, Blacky was
also extremely well trained and only growled and nipped at her a few times.
To Blacky it almost became a game of some sort.  Every time Vee would try
to get a mouth full of food, Blacky would put his snout in near her face
and try to use his tongue to swipe it out of her mouth.

   Vee was still managing to get a little food, but I could hear her
moaning in despair as Blacky dominated the bowl.

   "Do you want me to make him stop eating your food," I finally asked once
the bowl was half empty.

   "Yes, please master," Vee whispered in humiliation as she looked up at
me in defeat.

   "Sit," I ordered.

   Blacky immediately stopped eating and sat as he was ordered.  Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Jane assume her "sitting" pose as well.  I reminded
myself that I now had to be careful in the house when using Blacky's
commands.  What if Jane had been going up or down some stairs, or been
carrying something sharp or hot?  I could very easily unintentionally
injured the girl.

   "Wait," I told Vee when she went to stick her head back into the bowl.
"He will just start eating again once I turn my back.  Here, let me fix it
so he won't bother you anymore."

   Vee looked up with a stunned expression as I pulled my dick out and
pissed in the food bowl.

   "There, even a dog wouldn't touch that now," I laughed.

   Vee's face turned a beat red.  For a moment I could have sworn I seen a
touch of anger along with her humiliation.  It quickly disappeared as it
fully dawned on her that she was now below the status of even a dog.  It
wasn't very often I got to see Vee cry.  However, this was one such
occasion.  She stared pleadingly at me for a moment, her tears running down
her cheeks and then splashing into her food bowl below.  When she realized
no mercy was coming, she closed her eyes and lowered her face to finish her
meal.

   The meal would have been a lot easier for her to eat had she actually
been hungry.  I think anyone else probably would have passed on the meal.
However, Vee was no idiot, she knew she needed as much food in her as
possible.

   I quickly got undressed as I watched Vee gagging on her supper.  For a
moment, I thought about fucking her ass while she ate.  But again, I didn't
want to cum yet so I decided not too.  I looked over at Blacky and thought
about having him fuck her for the first time, but I knew that would be too
exciting for me and I would end up fucking Jane or something.  So, I
decided to just play some catch with Blacky.

   I had a tennis ball that Blacky absolutely loved to fetch.  It was funny
playing with him in the basement because he would slip and slide on the
slick concrete floor.  He would fall sometimes, but he never actually hurt
himself.  I was pleased that Sandra had not yet taught Jane how to fetch
the ball.  Though, I was sure it was just a matter of time before she did
so.

   Fifteen minutes later Blacky still wasn't bored of chasing the tennis
ball around, but I sure as hell was.  Vee had finished her food and was in
her slave pose waiting for further humiliation.  I was getting tempted to
grant her just that when Blacky sudden came to a halt and stared at the
stairwell leading up into the house.

   I glanced over at the monitor on the desk.  It was showing the main room
upstairs but no one was there.  Dogs have some serious fucking good hearing
because a second later I seen the door open and Sandra and Linda enter.  I
don't know about you, but that was fucking impressive.  The basement was
extremely sound proof, and yet he had heard Sandra fumbling with the lock
upstairs.

   I knew I was about to get very distracted, so I decided to put Vee back
into her cage.  Blacky paced back and forth and looked like he wanted to
bark at the door, but he was a good boy and kept quiet.  Not that it really
mattered if he barked.  I doubted they would hear it upstairs.  And even if
they did, it would just help ensure Linda didn't try to adventure
downstairs.  The door was locked, but there was always the chance she might
accidentally find the key or something.  I highly doubted she would want to
come down here though if she knew there was a dog.

   Once I got Vee in her cage, I tossed her the items we used in order to
play "Horsey".  Vee groaned a little but she didn't hesitate to pick them
up and prepare herself.  If you haven't read my prior stories, the "Horsey"
game consists of basically an "O" ring secured to Vee's mouth.  Then there
is a harness of sorts that forces Vee's face against the large mesh of her
metal cage.  She hated the game because it allowed me to force fuck her
mouth and throat.  Not only was it painful, but she knew there was a good
chance she would loose half of her supper if she didn't control her gagging
better than she normally did.

   After we got her face secured, I added a new twist to the game by tying
her hands to each side of her cage.  This helped ensure she wouldn't try to
undo her head straps once she realized what I actually had planned for her.

   "Nnno," Vee managed to beg through the "O" ring when she heard me call
Blacky over.

   "Give me a break," I told Vee as she struggled in her binds.  "You knew
damn well this day would eventually come."

   I tried to stand Blacky up so that he could fuck Vee's mouth, but he
kept resisting.  He just didn't understand what I wanted him to do.

   "What's the command to make him fuck her throat," I asked Jane.

   Jane just stared blankly at me.  I'm not sure, but I think she honestly
didn't understand what I was saying.  She was still getting high grades in
school, so I know she wasn't becoming brain dead or anything.  However,
whenever she entered the house she seemed to almost literally transform
into a dog.  It was a bit too spooky for my tastes, but I didn't want to
override too much of Sandra's training agenda.

   I still treated Sandra like a slave most of the time, but I felt a lot
safer knowing she was happy.  I know it sounds silly considering how well I
trained her, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never shake the
feeling she might turn on me.  If she didn't try to kill me then she might
turn me into the cops.  You would have to really see how submissive she was
around me to realize how silly my concerns really were.

   "What's the command," I ask Jane again.

   I had to snap my fingers a few times before she realized I was actually
speaking to Jane the person and not Jane the dog.

   "Mmm," Jane tried to answer but just couldn't get herself to say it.

   I couldn't tell if she had been trained not to use the commands, or if
saying the command just created too much of a paradox in her mind.  After
all, how can a dog give itself or another dog commands?

   "Jesus," I mumbled as I walked over and grabbed a note pad and pen. 
"Here, write it down."

   Luckily, Jane had no problem writing the command.  She wrote the word
"Mount".  I kicked myself for not thinking to try that command.  It was the
same one used to get Blacky to fuck Jane.  It only made sense the same
command would get him to fuck a slave's face.

   "Mount," I ordered.

   Jane almost got down on all fours before she caught herself and stood
her ground.  I knew how much Jane hated getting fucked by the dog, and yet
she still almost got down so he could mount her.

   Poor Blacky stood there several seconds looking for something to fuck.
Finally, he must have remembered what I tried to get him to do earlier,
because he licked at Vee's mouth a few times then climbed his front paws up
the side of the cage until his dick was poking around Vee's face through
the wire mesh.

   I thought about having Jane help him find his target, but I knew he
wouldn't give up until he did.  I figured it would give Vee something to
look forward too for the next minute or so.

   About a minute was all it took also.  Vee's mumbling for mercy was
suddenly replaced by a loud gagging as Blacky gave Vee her first ever taste
of dog dick.  I watched Blacky have his way with her mouth and throat for a
minute before I turned back to the monitor.  Normally, I wouldn't turn my
back on a slave getting their face fucked by a dog.  From watching Jane and
Sandra in the past, I have learned it's always possible the knot can choke
even a well-trained slave if they panic.

   However, the odd angle looked like it was going to be near impossible
for Blacky to actually force his knot into Vee's mouth.  Plus, deep down I
guess I wished he would choke the bitch to death.  God knows she deserved
to die and I couldn't think of a better way for her to go out.  And yes, I
guess I was also scared that some day she might escape.  If that ever
happened, I would be lucky if all she did was kill me.  It sends shivers up
my spine every time the prospect enters my mind.  It may not be in my
character to murder someone, but accidents...  well, they just happen
sometimes.

   Jane hurried over to the desk and got in her slave pose between my legs.
I looked down into her innocent eyes a moment as she stared up into mine
while smiling.  It always turns me on when I look down at a slave like
this. Believe it or not, to a well-trained slave like Jane, this brief
acknowledgement of her existence is viewed as a great reward.  For that one
moment she feels almost like a person and not just a hole to fuck.  Or at
least that is how I imagine she must feel.  Only she really knows for sure
if that is true.  I can't really order her to tell me how she really feels
because I would never know if she is telling the truth or just telling me
what she thinks I want to hear.

   "Come here sugar," I heard Sandra say over the speaker.

   The comment told me things were about to get interesting upstairs, so I
turned my attention back to the screen.  As I did so, I put my hand on the
back of Jane's head and nudged her toward my cock.  She eagerly went to
work on my cock and balls.

   Jane's goal wasn't to make me cum though.  She knew better than that. 
Her goal was just to take me to the edge and hold me there until I gave her
permission to finish me off.  She was becoming damn good at her job too.  I
don't know if it was the churning of my balls, the hardness of my cock, the
amount of my precum, or just the sound of my moans, but she almost always
knew exactly when to slow down or speed up her efforts.

   Upstairs, Sandra was doing a good job as well.  She was necking with
Linda on the couch already.  Linda still looked a little uncomfortable, but
I think it was mainly the knowledge that Jane might be in the house.

   "Don't worry about her," Sandra said when she seen Linda trying to peek
around the room.  "Or is it that you want me to wake her up so she can join
us?"

   "No!" Linda said a tad too urgently.

   After she said it, I noticed that Linda's face looked a bit puzzled.  It
took me a moment to realize that Sandra's statement gave an impression that
the two sisters might actually enjoy having sex with Linda at the same
time. Thanks to mom and I, incest was no new concept for Linda.  Maybe it
was the idea of two sisters that puzzled Linda.  Or, maybe she was trying
to figure out whether Sandra was a wolf in sheep's clothing.  Linda was
well aware of how nasty Jane could be, she was probably wondering if Sandra
was the same way.

   I have no idea what calculations went on in Linda's head, but the answer
to the equation apparently called for compliance.  Linda stopped trying to
slow down Sandra's advances and began to give in to them.  Sis even climbed
up into Sandra's lap so she could have easier access to the woman's lips.

   If Linda was just acting then it was a hell of a job.  I suspect that
Sandra snuck her a few alcoholic drinks at the bar also.  If it were not
for Linda's obvious age, the two could have easily starred in a lesbian
porno together.  It was as though they couldn't get enough of each other's
lips and tongue.

   Speaking of lesbian porno, after a few minutes of this, Sandra turned
the TV on and hit the VCR control that activated just such a porno.  It was
one of those older women with young girls.  I'm sure you have seen them
before.  The older women are normally in their 30s and the girls are
usually right at 18 to 20 years old.  You subtract 10 years from those ages
and you basically end up with Sandra and Linda...  something I'm sure Linda
easily picked up on.

   When Linda looked up at the TV, however, she stopped kissing and jumped
out of Sandra's lap.  At first I was scared Sandra had hit the wrong button
and was showing live feed from downstairs.  But that wasn't it.

   "Th...this is Nikki's house," Linda said.

   "Fuck!" I said to myself.

   I couldn't believe how utterly stupid I had been.  Of course she would
remember this house, Nikki babysat for her here for months on end.  I was
just surprised she was just now noticing.  I guess Linda had just been too
preoccupied worrying about Jane to pay attention to her surroundings.

   What happened next convinced me that Sandra was a lot smarter than I
ever gave her credit for.

   "Nikki?" Sandra asked.  "You mean Jane's nanny?  She doesn't own this
house, I do.  I just hired her while I was away on business for a year.  I
got back just in time for her to run off with some bimbo she met over the
internet or something.  Your brother told me she babysat for you awhile
also.  Did she do something bad to you?"

   Linda just stood there processing the information.  It was a lot to
process, but eventually Linda seemed to fit all the pieces together.

   I have to tell you, I was pretty fucking amazed.  I'm sure Sandra hadn't
just come up with the explanation off the top of her head.  She probably
thought about it earlier in the day when I said to bring Linda here.  But
still, it was a damn good excuse.  Not only did it explain why they were in
the same house with the same furniture, but it also removed the coincidence
of Jane being Sandra's sister.

   There were still a few holes here and there, but Linda seemed to buy it.
She got back on the couch and was making out with Sandra in no time.  I was
currently watching via a hidden camera in the ceiling.  I hit a button that
switched me to a camera hidden in the cable box on top of the TV.

   It was fucking hot watching my sister willingly suck face with Sandra.
Their age difference seemed to only add to the eroticism of it.  Linda
didn't resist as her shirt was pulled up and then off her body.  She didn't
even try to hid her tiny nipples.  Linda's mouth looked like it was going
to water as she watched Sandra remove her top as well.

   I didn't blame my sister; Sandra had some nice tits.  I think even a non
lesbian would enjoy sucking them.  I'm not so sure my sister was a
full-blown lesbian, but by the way she eyed Sandra, I could tell she
certainly was headed that way.

   I don't know why it pleased me so much that my sister was enjoying
lesbian sex.  I knew it would humiliate her to have sex with mom regardless
of if she liked lesbian sex or not.  And it would be that humiliation that
turned me on...  not whether sis was disgusted by the act or not.

   I guess I just wanted to make it easy on her.  Linda was the incest baby
of two sex slaves.  If ever there was a girl born to be a sex slave, then
Linda was that person.  Untouched, she probably could have lived out a long
productive life like everyone else.  However, I know she would have always
had a hidden need for a master...  it was in her blood.  That said, it
still wasn't her fault and I felt somewhat obligated to make her transition
as easy as possible.  I wouldn't afford just anyone this luxury, but she
was my little sister and it was my duty to look after her.

   Linda was sucking on Sandra's tits when I heard Vee make a noise.  Well,
a noise other than gagging.  She had managed to spit Blacky's dick out and
was now trying to spit all the cum that had collected there.  A dog's
climax is rather long and Blacky was far from finished with Vee.  His
semen, shooting out in short bursts, was splashing all over Vee's face as
he tried to get it in her mouth again.

   "Please," Vee begged.

   "You're not being a very polite bitch for Blacky," I told her.  "Its not
fair to get his nut started for him and then spit him out."

   I pushed Jane away from me and walked over and knelt next to Vee's cage.

   "I tell you what," I whispered.  "You be a good bitch and finish him off
proper and I won't let Sandra know about your first taste of dog dick."

   It's funny how you can so quickly change a slave's attitude sometimes.
Vee stopped her begging and even looked at me the best she could in hopes I
would help Blacky get back into her mouth.  I wasn't about to touch
Blacky's dick, so I called Jane over.  Blacky found his mark, however,
before she arrived.  I watched for a moment to make sure Vee was going to
keep her end of the bargain.  Sure enough, she showed no signs of trying to
push Blacky out of her mouth.  I could even see her throat working over
time in order to swallow his cum.

   Vee knew about Sandra and my agreement when it came to Blacky.  Sandra
was not allowed to use Blacky on Vee until after I did so first.  Like I
say, Vee wasn't stupid.  She knew Sandra would have her sucking dog dick
around the clock once she knew she had the green light to do so.  I'm sure
Vee realized it was just a matter of time before I gave Sandra the okay,
but my temporary silence would buy her at least a short reprieve.

   I just had to make sure the digital footage I was recording of Vee got
encrypted before I left for the night.  Sandra didn't seem to ever speak to
Jane as a person anymore, so I doubted she would ask her sister what had
happened that night.  Just to be safe, however, I ordered Jane not to tell.
It wasn't life of death if Sandra found out.  However, despite how much I
hated Vee, I had given my promise.

   Okay, I also liked the idea of me being the only one allowed to force
the dog's dick on Vee.  If Vee were smart then she would put on a good show
every time and try to look humiliated.  Because once the humiliation
started to go away I would probably bring Sandra in on it.

   "That's a good bitch," I told Vee as I stood up and went back to my
chair.

   Jane had my dick back in her mouth the instant I sat down.  I sat and
watched Linda on the monitor for a while but it just wasn't doing it for
me. Don't get me wrong, it was pretty hot watching my sister and Sandra
licking each other and all that.  But it just takes more than just that to
really get me off.  I don't know what I had hoped would happen upstairs.  I
guess I just expected my sister to be a little more embarrassed or
something.

   All was good though.  I still had my backup plan.  All I had to do was
turn my chair and face Vee's cage.  She was still gagging a little from
time to time, but most of the sounds were of her just trying to swallow all
the dog cum.  The actual swallowing wasn't all that loud.  However, she
followed each swallow with a sort of moan.  It was a very unique sound,
kind of hard to explain.  I guess the closest sound I can think of is that
sound people make right after they throw up.  You know, that moan of both
relief and disgust at the same time.  Imagine that sound, but with a dog
dick stuffed in the person's mouth.

   I think Vee noticed me watching her out of the corner of her eye because
she quickly blushed to a very nice shade of red from her face all the way
to the middle of her back.  That was all I could take, so I gave Jane the
okay.  Jane had kept me so close to the edge that she only had to add maybe
10 percent more effort to get me to start shooting down her throat.  She
used to have a hard time taking my load down her throat, but she has since
mastered it.  When I finally pushed her away I didn't see a single drop of
cum on her lips or breasts.

   A couple minutes later, Blacky finally finished as well.  He got down
and sniffed at Vee's face and mouth.  He gave her a couple licks to help
clean her up then walked to the corner of the room and curled up on the
floor for a nap.

   Vee had no choice but to remain where she was.  She was trying to hide
her emotions, but I could still hear her sobbing.  I turned and watched my
sister and Sandra for a bit.  Linda seemed to be really getting into the
lovemaking.  She didn't even resist much when Sandra got on all fours and
pulled Linda's face to her asshole.  Linda didn't seem to enjoy it that
much, but she did it.

   Most of this was just show for me.  When it came time for them to
actually "finish" each other off, they went from this more visually
exciting stuff to just licking and sucking at each other's clits for what
seemed an eternity.

   It was still exciting enough to get me hard again.  So, I walked over to
Vee and fed her my cock.  I gave her no mercy either.  I fucked her face
fast and deep.  I tried to time my climax to coincide with that of my
sister's, but I just couldn't last that long.  Hell, they were still at it
upstairs when I was already dressed again and getting ready to go home.

   Before leaving I gave Jane some instructions for that night.  I didn't
trust her not to revert to her "dog" self again, so I wrote out the
instructions on a sheet of paper for Sandra to read.  I basically gave the
two girls authority to push my sister as far as they wanted.  Their only
restriction was that they couldn't force any of it on sis.  They had to
convince her to do it of her own free will.  Of course, Linda's virginity
was off limits also.  I had other plans for that.

   3.

   It was over a month after returning from our trip to Kansas that I
finally decided to take mom and Linda's training to the next logical step.
I actually felt they were ready that first week after our return but just
couldn't think of a good way of doing it.  My original plan was just to let
mom know about Linda and then put them in the same room and let them have
at it.  The plan was a tad more complicated than that, but that was the
gist.

   It's very possible the plan would have worked.  But I knew I probably
would only get one chance at this so I didn't want to take too many risks.
In the end, it was my father that helped give me the solution.

   While I was watching my father's training of mom and Uncle Jay, my main
goal at the time was just to see how he did it.  Also to see how good of a
fuck my mom had been at Linda's age.

   The DVDs were clearly designed for personal use.  Whenever you heard my
father speak, it was always to his slave, not to whoever might be watching
the video.  While it would have been nice to have more details of what he
was trying to accomplish with this or that act, most of it I could sort of
work out on my own.

   It wasn't long after the first video of my mom that I ran across one
that caught my eye.  It was when he first brought mom and her brother,
Uncle Jay, together.  I was amazed to see that my father had done almost
the same exact thing I had with mom and sis.  The major difference was that
the mask my uncle wore didn't blind him of whom he was having sex with.  It
seemed to only hide his identity from my mom.

   I felt very proud that my initial steps were right in line with what my
father probably would have done.  I fast-forwarded through the videos to
see how he eventually got them to have sex without the masks.  I started to
get a bit depressed when hour after hour of video went by and they still
were involving the mask.  Sometimes it was Jay wearing the mask, sometimes
mom.  Then, suddenly, they were without the mask.  I got to see the moment
he removed the mask for the last time, however, it pissed me off that there
was no dialog indicating how he knew it was time to do so.  It also
concerned me that he had waited several months before removing the mask. 
No fucking way did I want to wait that long.

   "Fuck it," I mumbled to myself after several hours of thinking about the
problem.

   If there was one thing I have learned so far, it's that there is no
mathematical formula for knowing when a slave is ready for their next step
in training.  They either are or they aren't...  its something a master
just has to get a feel for.

   I am just smart enough to know I'm not perfect.  So, to be safe, I
waited a bit past when I thought mom and sis were ready.  It was nowhere
near as long as my father had waited, but I wasn't my father.  And Linda
wasn't my mom, and my mom wasn't my uncle; but I guess my mom was my mom...
shit, you know what I mean.

   That is not to say I just ignored everything my father had done.  In
fact, I planned to use almost the same exact technique, only with my own
time line.

   Like I said at the beginning, it was right about one month after
returning from Kansas that I pushed them further along their inevitable
route.

   Mom didn't struggle a bit as I tied her to the bed face up.  It was late
Friday and mom assumed sis would be trying to get up early the next morning
to watch cartoons.  As such, she had little fear sis might venture out of
her room in the middle of the night and catch us playing our games.

   "Please, master," mom begged when she seen me approach with her mask.

   She knew this meant we were going to have a guest for the night.  It was
the only time I ever made her wear the mask.  I have no clue why she
bothered begging; she knew it never did any good.

   I didn't put her mask on right away, however.  Instead, I just laid it
next to her on the bed.  I then reached in her box of toys and snatched out
a nice size gag.  The sight of the gag alone caused mom to moan.  Mom's jaw
made small snapping sounds as I forced the gag into her mouth.  This was
what I called a "short term" gag.  If I left it in for too long then it
could actually cause mom damage.  The up side to it, however, was that it
kept her absolutely silent.  The fucker was so big she could hardly even
moan.

   After I had her secured and gagged, I just sat there looking at her for
a moment.  Her life was about to change in the next few minutes and I
wanted to take this one last look at her before that happened.  I think she
could tell something monumental was about to happen, because she got this
very worried look in her eyes.

   "It's time you met one of your mystery lovers," I whispered down to her.

   I then turned the TV on.  I muted the sound before I hit play on the
VCR. Linda was supposed to be waiting in her room, but I didn't want to
take any chances of her disobeying and putting her ear to the door.  She
could still peak inside, but the TV was at an angle that would prevent her
from seeing what was playing.

   Mom's eyes got wide in disbelief as the TV screen came to life.  There
on the screen was her innocent daughter sucking on a pussy; mom's pussy. 
It took mom a moment to come to grasps with what she was seeing.  It only
took her about 5 seconds longer to realize what I had planned for the
night.

   Mom started struggling in her binds.  She even managed to get a few
moans past the gag.  To be honest, her struggles surprised me a bit.  I
knew she would struggle, but I figured those struggles would be more
symbolic than anything else.  I figured she would just put on a little
struggle for show so that it wouldn't be so obvious how big of a slut she
was and how hot the idea of having sex with her daughter made her.

   These were not those kinds of struggles, however.  She was seriously
trying to get loose.  I thought about giving her a couple slaps to calm her
down, but figured I would let her tire herself out a bit.  If anything, the
bruises on her wrists and ankles from her struggle would serve as a nice
reminder of the night's activities.

   She finally started to calm down after a couple minutes.  She renewed
her struggles, however, when I confirmed her fears by putting her mask on.
A part of me wanted to wait and watch the rest of the video with her.  It
would have been hot watching mom blush as sis road her face.  But I
figured, hell, in a few minutes I can watch it live.

   Mom struggled this time for about 3 minutes before she calmed down
again. I couldn't tell if she had completely accepted her fate, or if her
muscles were just out of oxygen due to her reduced airflow.

   I waited a minute for her to get her breathing under control again, then
I leaned down next to her mask.

   "She doesn't know that you know," I whispered to mom.  "Once we remove
your gag you are more than welcome to speak to her if you wish.  I won't
punish you if you tell her you know it's her."

   I then went to the VCR and removed the tape.  Last thing I needed was
Linda deciding to turn it on.  I was about to leave the room when I
remembered that I had forgotten the MP3 player.  If I didn't hook that up
then sis would know mom could hear everything going on.  So, I got the MP3
player out and taped it to the headboard of the bed.  The earphones,
however, I didn't put in mom's ears.  Instead, I just pushed them several
inches up inside the back of her mask.  Even with the MP3 playing full
blast, mom would still be able to hear everything that went on in the room.

   After having almost forgotten this vital step, I thought it best to take
a moment to ensure I hadn't forgotten something else as well.  I stood
there going through a mental checklist for a minutes, but couldn't think of
anything.

   Just to be on the safe side, I pinched my mom's nose shut until she
started struggling against her binds.  I then let her take in a few
breaths. Then, I pinched her air supply off yet again.  I did this over and
over for several minutes until I was pretty sure she had no more struggle
left in her.

   "You're such a slut," I whispered to her as the smell of her arousal
filled the room.

   I don't know why, but mom also got hot when you reduced her air supply.
Maybe this was just a natural reaction most women had?  I would have to
test it some time on Vee.  I didn't care if she was aroused though.  I just
didn't want her scaring Linda with her struggles.

   Mom was still gasping to catch her breath when I left to get Linda.  I
found Linda sitting on her bed half naked waiting nervously.  She already
knew what was on the agenda for the night and she wasn't looking forward to
it.  I had instructed her to be undressed, but she was still wearing a
nightshirt and her panties.  I guess technically she had complied with my
instructions.  Next time I would have to make sure I used the word "naked".
I decided to let her wear them for now.

   As for the rest of her instructions for the night, well, they were
simple; just repeat what she did with mom last time.  Of course, this time
she knew I would be watching.  That made the ordeal a whole lot worse for
her.

   Linda still blushed and even cried whenever I mentioned the tape I
created of her and mom with the hidden camera.  Sis was so embarrassed by
that tape that for a while I was scared she might run away from home.  I
don't think it was so much the tape as it was the fact that she knew that I
knew what she had done.  I tried to console her by explaining how proud I
had been of her for helping to take care of mom.  But that didn't matter,
she knew what she did was very naughty and had a hard time coming to terms
with the fact that someone else was aware of it.

   She was backed into a corner now.  She could give me the performance I
asked for, or she could be embarrassed even further by me showing mom the
tape.  I know there was no fucking way she would have gone along with it
had she known I had just shown mom that tape.

   I could feel her shivering as I helped her stand up.  For a moment, her
legs were so weak that she had trouble standing.  I hugged her to my chest
for a minute.  I was fully naked, but the hug still seemed to calm her down
a bit.

   "I...I don't want too," she whispered against my chest.

   "Shhh...  don't worry, it will be just fine," I told her.  "You enjoyed
it last time didn't you?  The only thing that has changed is that you now
know I will be watching.  It's not like I haven't let you watch me with mom
before; it's only fair you let me do the same."

   I then pulled her away from me and bent down and gave her a small kiss
on the lips.  I then stood back to allow her room to start walking toward
mom's room.  As I backed away I noticed a big wet spot at the middle of her
shirt from where my dick had been pressed between our bodies earlier.  I
was very tempted to make her suck the precum from her shirt, but decided
not too.  It would take a few minutes to get her to do such a thing, and
the longer we took the more mom would recover her strength.

   She had calmed down a bit, but I knew she still wasn't looking forward
to what was to come.  She was a good little trooper and didn't beg anymore.
Instead, she slowly started walking to mom's room.  As she walked down the
hall I noticed a wet spot near the bottom of her panties.  It was very
tempting to reach down and give it a good swipe with my fingers and then
sniff them.  It would be interesting to find out if it was arousal or if
she had pissed herself a little.

   The way sis kept looking back at me as we went, you would think she was
going to her death or something.  I guess in a way she was right.  After
tonight, what little there was left of the innocent little Linda would no
longer exist.  We were letting the slut in her completely free at last.

   When we finally reached mom's room, Linda slowly opened the door and
peaked inside to make sure mom was wearing the mask like I had promised. 
She then opened the door and just stood there.  I was getting a little fed
up with this slow pace, so I pushed her further into the room so I could
enter and get ready.

   As sis just stood there looking at mom's naked form, I was busy setting
up the camcorder.  The last video was nice, but it had been shot with a
hidden camera.  Those cameras are okay, but the quality is nowhere near
that of the camcorder.  There really wasn't much to set up.  I just had to
hook the power adaptor to it to make sure the battery didn't go dead on me.
I also set up a tripod to ensure the video was nice and steady.  Of course,
the tripod also freed up my hands for more important things.

   I'm glad I remembered the MP3 player because the first thing Linda did
when she came to her senses was to make sure it was playing.  She had no
reason to believe I was trying to trick her.  She was just double-checking
to make sure everything was set up like before.

   After looking at the MP3, sis started checking the straps that held mom
secure to the bed.  I could tell Linda was just trying to buy time now. 
Don't ask me what she was thinking.  It's not like reality was going to
change in the next couple minutes.  If anything, all this did was draw out
the ordeal even longer for her.

   "Don't worry, she's tied down pretty good," I said once I got tired of
waiting on Linda to check every fucking strap.

   "W...what do you want me to do?" Linda asked nervously.

   "Come on sis, we both seen the video of the last time you were with
mom," I laughed.  "You did all those nasty things without me having to tell
you anything.  Heck, I wasn't even there.  You did it all on your own."

   This got me a nice blush from my sister.  However, my goal was more than
just that.  I wanted to make sure that mom knew Linda had willingly
performed last time.  Hopefully, knowing how big of a slut her daughter
was, mom wouldn't resist as much as the night went on.

   Linda slowly got on the bed between mom's widely spread legs.  I swear,
I could almost see sis's mouth watering as she looked at mom's pussy.  Had
the camcorder and I not been there, I am positive she would have already
been muff diving.  But we were there.

   "You won't show mom or anyone the video will you?" Linda asked as she
glanced over at the camcorder.

   "I promise I will never show mom this video," I said.

   I made sure I selected my words carefully.  I sometimes lie to my
slaves, but I didn't like making a habit out of it.  Believe it or not,
this was something Vee had taught me.  Though, it wasn't some kind of moral
code or hers.  She said it just made it easier to train the slave if they
could trust you to keep your word on certain things.

   This particular answer was completely true.  Mom would have no need to
see the video since she was already aware that it was sis in the room with
her right now.  Granted, I was still tricking sis, but it wasn't my fault
if she didn't ask the right questions.

   Linda was still pretty nervous as she looked down at mom again.  I moved
the camcorder and tripod further up the bed so it could get a better angle
on her face.  This movement drew her attention my way, but once I walked
back to my chair and sat down, Linda seemed to concentrate on mom again.

   My dick was twitching as I watched the expression on Linda's face.  You
could just see the conflict going on in side of her head.  She wanted to
have her way with mom, yet she was utterly embarrassed about me watching
and taping it.

   Sis must be getting a real taste for pussy, because after a minute she
gave in to her desire.  First she just ran her small hands up and down
mom's thighs.  Mom put on a small struggle, but it was nothing compared to
earlier.

   If you asked mom she would swear to god that she hated having sex with
sis.  Who knows, maybe she has even convinced herself that this is true. 
However, anyone in that room right now would think otherwise by the way
mom's arousal filled the air.  Of course, mom is such a slut that about
anything turns her on...  even things that disgust her.

   Sis gave me one last look before she dipped her head down to mom's pussy
and started kissing all around it.  The embarrassed look on Linda's face
when she glanced over at me was just priceless.  When she turned back
towards mom, however, her expression seemed to become more of lust than
anything.

   What few struggles mom was displaying came to a sudden stop when she
felt Linda's lips on her.  Mom just lay there absolutely frozen as sis
gently kissed around her pussy.  Linda didn't kiss mom's pussy direction at
first.  They were just kisses above and to the sides.  In a way, I kind of
envied sis; mom had an absolutely gorgeous pussy.  With a little
encouragement from me, mom kept it completely hairless.  Despite having
given birth twice, mom's pussy looked just as cute and almost as innocent
as Linda's did.

   Often, I've been tempted to go down on mom.  But that is something that
just seems, well, wrong for me to do.  I guess it's the same reason I never
kiss her either.  It would just make our relationship seem more that of
lovers than master and slave; after that happened I think it would become
exceedingly difficult to get the level of humiliation out of mom that I so
desired.

   Sis was going exceedingly slow as she kissed around mom's cunt.  Way too
slow for my tastes.  Had this been Jane and Sandra I would have already
been using my belt in order to get them to speed up.  However, this was not
about me today.  Sis would be introduced to the belt soon enough.  For now,
I just wanted them to get used to being together.

   Mom involuntarily humped up at my sister's mouth when Linda finally
planted that first kiss on her cunt.  After getting that first taste, sis
seemed to loose what little control she had over herself.  She started
licking up and down mom's slit.  She would stop from time to time to plant
her lips around mom's clit so she could suck at it.

   Linda looked like a newborn baby suckling at its mother's tit.  Mom's
clit might not have been providing any milk, but her cunt was definitely
leaking something for her little girl to drink.  Linda didn't let any of it
go to waste either.  She would suck on mom's clit for a minute then dip her
mouth down and suck at mom's hole.  Sis would then swallow whatever had
come out and go back to licking up and down the slit.  Then it was right
back to sucking the clit again and the process would repeat all over again.

   Sis looked like an absolute slut as she attacked mom's cunt.  She still
looked embarrassed by what she was doing, but didn't seem to be able to
stop herself.  I hate to admit it, but I'm pretty positive it was all due
to Vee's training.  That said, I'm glad that I caged Vee when I did.  A few
more months of her training and Linda probably wouldn't feel an ounce of
guilt or humiliation at eating anyone's pussy, including her own mom's.

   Linda was so into her task that she didn't notice when I got up from my
chair and walked to the bed.  She glanced up at me in shock when she felt
my hand touch the back of her head.  She blushed even deeper at my close
inspection of her work.  She was too embarrassed to look at me for long, so
she looked the only other place she could; mom's pussy.  I resisted the
urge to push her face into mom's cunt again.  Instead, I just softly
stroked her head.  Her ultra soft hair made the tips of my fingers tingle
slightly as they ran across it.

   Her embarrassment made her try to resist but the slut couldn't go a full
minute without another taste of mom's pussy.  It wasn't long and she was
sucking and slurping at full speed again.

   "That's a good little slut."

   "You like the taste of mom's pussy don't you?"

   "If you keep doing such a good job I might take her gag out so you can
ride her face for awhile."

   The more I talked to sis the redder she got.  The funny thing is,
however, I bet she wouldn't have stopped eating that pussy even if I told
her she could stop and go back to her room if she wanted.

   Hell, she only stopped for a moment when I let my hand slide from her
head, down her back and then onto her panty covered butt.  Her butt looked
absolutely perfect the way she had it arched into the air.  She started to
drop her lower body to the bed when she felt my hand on her ass, but I
grabbed a hold of the waistband of her panties in order to keep her up. 
She got the hint and didn't try to lower her ass again as I went back to
running my palm back and forth over her rump.

   She was wearing soft cotton panties.  They were white with little images
of Tinker Bell on them.  She blushed even harder as my fingers slid over
the wet spot on her panties.

   "Mmm," sis moaned when I suddenly slid my hand under the back of her
panties.

   She started to raise her head again but my other hand was there to hold
her in place.  It didn't take any effort at all to get her eating mom's
pussy again.  She just continued to moan softly as I let my hand and
fingers play with her bottom.

   I wanted to embarrass her even further so I used my hand to slowly push
her panties off her butt and then down her thighs.  Her current angle was
giving me an excellent view or her now bare pussy and asshole.  I know she
probably felt like running from the room, but she was a good slut and kept
devouring mom's cunt.

   I was pleased to see sis was still wearing the small butt plug Sandra
had told her to wear.  Linda's visits to Sandra's house were becoming a
very exciting game for the Sanders sisters.  They seemed to enjoy trying to
get Linda to do ever increasing nasty things.  What made it extra exciting
was that they were still required to have Linda go along with it on her own
free will.  They were not allowed to punish her or anything like that.

   It was four days ago, during her last visit, that Sandra asked Linda to
wear the butt plug.  Sandra said it would be a sign of their love for each
other.  I laughed my ass off when Linda asked why Sandra didn't just wear
it then.  Kids say the funniest things sometimes.

   Sis really bought into that sappy love shit and finally relented to wear
the plug once she seen it.  It was a very cute plug.  It was one I had
Sandra buy just for sis.  The insert able part of the plug itself was only
about an inch in diameter.  That was very tiny when it came to plugs. 
Though, I'm sure it didn't feel all that tiny to a small girl like Linda.

   The cute part was the section of the plug that was visible from the
outside.  It was a 1 inch diameter blue crystal.

   "I guess this means we are going steady now," Sandra said with a laugh
once Linda got the plug in her asshole.  "Instead of a ring you can wear
this all the time.  This way your mom doesn't find out."

   Like I said, Linda is really into that sappy stuff because she
completely missed the joke and thought she was really going steady with
Sandra now.  Sandra didn't set her straight though.  Which was a good thing
since Linda apparently now looked at the plug as a real piece of jewelry.

   "Mmph," Linda protested when I grabbed her blue jewel and tugged on it
lightly.

   I didn't pull it all the way out.  I just pulled hard enough that it
looked like it might start to come out, then I would push it back in.  It
wasn't that painful for sis; she was just utterly embarrassed.  I think she
had completely forgotten she was wearing it until I tugged on it.

   "It matches your eyes," I teased as I rotated it around a little in her
asshole.

   I played with her jewelry for a couple more minutes, then let my fingers
move down to her pussy.  This seemed to embarrass her just as much.  As I
played with her pussy, I made sure the side of my palm kept thumping
against her blue jewel.  I toyed with her pussy like this until I seen her
hips involuntarily hump back at me.  She was doing a good job and had made
mom cum at least three times already, but I didn't want her to have her own
climax quite yet.  So, I removed my fingers from her pussy and walked to
the head of the bed.

   I had already left the gag in mom's mouth longer than I probably should
have, so I leaned over and undid the binds holding it in place.  Her jaw
made yet more popping sounds as I removed it.  She was able to flex her jaw
up and down and side to side, so I was pretty sure no real damage was done.
She would just be a little sore for a few hours probably.

   The gag was pretty painful, however, given the choice she probably would
have preferred to keep it in her mouth.  Now that it was out, she had to
suffer through the humiliation of letting out involuntary moans of pleasure
as her own daughter ate her cunt.

   "You want to see how nasty mom really is?" I asked once Linda managed to
bring mom off yet again.

   Sis stopped eating mom's pussy and looked at me.  At that very moment,
sis looked like the sexiest girl in the world to me.  Here was this
adorable innocent little girl looking up at me just inches from her mom's
cunt; her mouth and chin smeared with her mother's cum.  Yeah, I definitely
was going to have to capture this image from the video later.

   "Do you?" I asked again.

   "Yes," Linda whispered as she averted her eyes from mine in shame.

   I reached out my hand to sis and she took it.  I then helped her stand
up and walk up the bed.  Once she was standing over mom's head I had her
squat down until her pussy was over mom's mouth.  I half expected mom to
protest, but she didn't.  I guess a protest would have given away the fact
that she knew it was Linda that just made her cum several times.  I
suspect, however, that the slut was just eager to eat her daughter's pussy.

   Mom went straight to work on Linda's pussy.  It was just small licks at
first.  But she quickly jumped into second gear and began sucking at it as
well.  I also noticed mom stick her long tongue way up sis's pussy hole a
couple times.  At first I thought she was being extra slutty, but then I
realized she was probably just checking to ensure her daughter was still a
virgin.

   Linda rode mom's face like that for over 10 minutes before she finally
climaxed.

   "Are you ready to see how slutty she is?" I asked sis.

   Linda gave me a puzzled look as she sat there sweating on mom's face
while trying to catch her breath.  It was clear sis thought mom eating her
pussy was the slutty part.  It wasn't; I had something much better in mind.

   "Piss in her mouth," I whispered to sis after leaning in next to her
ear. "She loves it."

   Linda was in too much shock to question why I whispering; I doubt she
even made note of it.  I stood back and watched her reaction.  She just
stared at me like she was expecting me to announce I was just joking or
something.  When it dawned on her that I was serious, she blushed big time
and slowly shook her head "no".

   I let her sit there for another minute in hopes she might reconsider. 
She didn't though.  So, I leaned back in and whispered to her again.

   "I'm going to give you 5 minutes," I told her.  "If you don't piss in
her mouth by then, than I'm going to remove her mask."

   Linda's eyes got big in fright.  I could already see her calculating how
many steps it was to the bedroom door and how fast she could cover that
distance.

   I stood back again and looked over at the radio clock.  When the first
minute passed I raised up one of my fingers to help her foggy mind grasp
how much time had passed.  By the second minute she was so scared that I
could tell she felt like pissing herself.  As I raised my third finger it
was clear she was struggling to keep from pissing.  As it turned out, I
didn't need to raise a fourth finger.
Conclusion:
Sis and I celebrated our birthdays about a week after that night.  Our
birthdays were actually 3 weeks apart, but one cake was cheaper than two,
so we always celebrated on the same day.  I didn't mind the joint
celebration, but it did piss me off that the presents were always pretty
lame.  Normally they were clothes or other items I would have gotten
regardless of if it was my birthday or not.  I knew it wasn't mom's fault;
she just couldn't afford regular toys and stuff.  But that knowledge didn't

make the presents any better.

   Now that I had sex slaves, I thought about giving myself an extra
special present.  The possibilities were almost endless.  At first, I
thought about arranging a small orgy.  I was going to put masks on mom and
sis and then invite the Sanders sisters over for a huge lesbian party... 
and guest.  It was a good idea, but I decided to save it for mom's birthday
a few months away.

   Instead, I decided I would bust Linda's cherry.  Well, I didn't actually
fuck her.  I planned to save that for my 15th birthday.  It took me nearly
that long just to stretch her out with dildos to the point where I knew I
could fuck her without causing any real damage.  Even then she squealed
like a stuck pig the first time I got inside her.  It took months before I
could even fit more than just the head inside, but it was time well spent.

   For this birthday I just wanted to get her hymen out of the way so I
could start the stretching process.  At first I thought about using Vee's
cherry popper device but instead I went with something much better.  Late
that night after the party was over, I had mom use her tongue to pop sis's
cherry.  Sis let out a loud yelp as mom's long tongue pushed against and
then through her cherry.

   Sis tried to stand but I was already there to hold her in place.  She
whimpered for a bit until mom's magical tongue seemed to take the pain
away. I won't say what I had to do to get mom to perform the act.  Okay,
you guessed it; I used her code phrase.  Yes, I know it was lazy of me not
to find a better way to get my mom to agree to the act, but fuck, it was my
birthday...  don't I deserve a little time off?

   Once sis was starting to get excited again, I decided to take it up a
notch.  I pulled sis back down to mom's pussy and had her suck on it. 
While she was doing that I stuck the end of my dick against Linda's cunt
just hard enough to make a good seal and then shot my load up her.  Linda
really didn't know what to make of that...  ha ha.

   I told sis to try to hold it inside, but she was so small and there was
so much of it that it still leaked out when I pulled my dick away.

   "Make her suck it out," I told sis.

   Linda was more than glad to obey.  I think she knew how babies were
created and it was really freaking her out having all my cum up inside her.
She put her hand over her cunt to help keep it from splashing out and
crawled quickly up the bed and over my mom's mouth.  Mom tried to protest
when she realized what I had done.  Luckily, Linda's pussy kept her pretty
quiet.

   The night was actually a lot more detailed than that.  But that was the
gist of what took place.  I'm sure you want me to give you all of the
details, but the purpose of this part of my story is not to entertain as
much as it is to point out how big of a mistake I had made that night.

   No, I didn't get sis pregnant.  I had thought about that already.  Sis
wasn't getting her periods yet, but I had Dr.  Kelly provide me with some
birth control pills just in case.

   The mistake I made was in regards to mom.  In my selfish excitement to
celebrate my birthday I had pushed events too far, too fast.

   I don't know if it was popping her own daughter's cherry or the fact
that I came up sis, but something snapped in mom's mind.  For months after
that I would often find her crying alone in her room and stuff.  I thought
for sure she would adjust so I continued to have my fun with her and sis. I
wasn't completely heartless, though, so I never did make her take the mask
off whenever I had them have sex with each other.

   Despite my kindness in this regard, mom didn't seem to be adjusting. 
Not only that, but I could see a hatred in her eyes whenever she would look
at me.  That hatred was always there in the past, but now it was much
worse.

   This really concerned me.  I'm a pretty paranoid fucker sometimes, but
I'm positive mom was starting to draw out plots in her mind on how she
could get her and Linda's lives back.

   Had it been just mom then I'm sure I could have handled it.  However, it
wasn't just her I needed to worry about.  I was certain Bob would have
loved to get his hands on me and Uncle Jay sure as hell wouldn't stand in
his way.  That sick fuck Dr.  Kelly knew who I was and could easily find
out where I lived.  Hell, even Sandra scared me sometimes.  She acted like
a proper sex slave but I could tell a lot of that was just an act.  All it
would have taken was a small mistake on my part and she probably would have
turned on me also.

   I tell you all of this, not to get your sympathy, but just your
understanding for what I did next.  After long consideration, I decided to
run away from home with sis, the only person I knew I could still trust.  I
know I make it sound simple, but believe me, leaving home was anything but.

   First, I had to get a fake I.D.  for sis and I.  That alone took over a
month to research and arrange.  I took on the I.D.  of a boy that died just
days after birth, a few years before I was born.  Once I managed to get his
birth certificate it wasn't long before I was going in to take my driver's
test.  So, I guess technically it wasn't a fake I.D.  as much as it was
just a fake identity.

   After that, the rest was easy.  Within a few days I had a bank account
and a credit card in my new name.  This would give Sandra a place to
transfer funds too whenever I needed it.  The family of the boy whose
identity I stole never had a daughter.  But Linda took that identity
anyway. She was still young so as long as we kept out of trouble she could
get by with just library cards and such for identification.  Eventually, I
would work up a proper I.D.  for her like I had myself.

   While all of this was difficult, the real hard part, at least
emotionally was yet to come.  You see, I just couldn't leave with sis.  Mom
would gladly let me go, but if I took sis I knew she would have the cops
after us in a matter of minutes.  I almost decided to take her with us, but
I just didn't trust her enough to take that chance.

   So, I did the only thing I could think of.  No, I didn't kill her.  That
was never an option in my opinion.  She was my mom after all.  The only
option I could see was to put mom in chains.  I know this sounds a bit
drastic, but it was for her good as well as mine.  I'm serious; she was
much better off being chained up by someone I could control than someone
like Bob or Dr.  Kelly.  And believe me, eventually one of those fuckers
would have shown up on her doorstep.

   For a while I worked over plans of having Sandra take care of her.  I
don't know, maybe that would have been best.  For some reason, however, it
just seemed a little risky.  Keeping two slaves in bondage would have been
a lot of work for Sandra.  It would have doubled the odds of her making a
small mistake and one of them getting loose.

   I needed someone else to take care of mom; someone that didn't already
have a slave and could dedicate all of his or her attention to mom.  It so
happens, I had just the person in mind.  Actually it was two people.

   Earlier in my story I mentioned there was a goal I accomplished in
Kansas that I was going to keep secret until later.  Well, it's now later.
When my mom was young, her and Uncle Jay had been abducted and kept caged
in a basement by a young girl and her older boyfriend.  They were kept for
several months in the cage along with a dog they were forced to keep
sexually satisfied.  This was a story I had managed to get mom to provide.
However, she either didn't remember or was unwilling to provide any great
details in regards to the couples names and addresses.  All she could
remember was their first names.

   So, all I knew were their first names (Diane and Tom) and that they
lived in Topeka, KS.  Yeah, wasn't much...  ha ha.  However, I knew one
other thing.  That was that mom and Uncle Jay had escaped by training the
dog to attack Tom.  So, I looked through as many newspapers as I could
until I found a story about a man being attacked by a vicious dog.  Sure
enough, they identified him as Tom.  Unfortunately, they didn't provide his
last name.  I'm guessing his identity was protected by patient
confidentiality or some shit.

   Luckily, they had a quote in the story from his neighbor who saved Tom
from the dog.  Tom claimed the dog had jumped him while he was on his
porch, but I knew better.  Tom had managed to make his way out of his
basement and out his front door with the dog chewing on him the whole time.
He's damn lucky the cops didn't decide to look in his window or something.
I'm sure the blood trail would have led them all the way to the cage in his
basement.  While a dog cage might not have been out of the ordinary, I'm
sure the room was also full of child porn videos, whips and other things
that would have been hard to explain.

   Anyway, it was just a matter of a few phone calls before I was in
contact with Tom.

   That was several months ago.  I know what you are thinking, if I
contacted him then why hasn't he gotten to play with mom or Uncle Jay
during all this time.  It's because I'm not stupid you dumb shit; and
neither was Tom.  It took me over a month just to get him to finally admit
I had the right Tom.  Whom, by the way, was married to a girl named Diane;
yeah, like I didn't know I had the right person.

   I had to watch out for myself as well.  I knew he wouldn't call the cops
on me or anything like that.  However, I couldn't necessarily trust him
either.  If I were to let him know where I lived or something like that
then who knows what he might do to get revenge on my mom.  And believe me,
he was itching to get some major payback.

   Hell, he even offered me money to get his hands on mom.  I trusted him
enough that he wouldn't seriously damage her or anything.  However, I had
decided against it because he might force her to give up personal
information like where she lived.  While that was a concern before, it
wasn't one now.  So, I contacted him and told him I had reconsidered.

   I have no clue what he did back when he enslaved my mom, but whatever it
was it must have been profitable.  Among other things, he said he owned a
small horse ranch.  Don't ask me what defines a horse ranch as being a
horse ranch, but from his description it sounded to me like he had a house
in the countryside with a barn where he kept a few horses.  I guess it just
sounded fancier when you called it a horse ranch.

   Anyway, it was here he wanted to "baby-sit" mom.  He said he even still
had her original cage.  He was absolutely delighted when I told him he
could keep her long term.  I played it off as though I needed the money. 
He was more than willing to pay the sizable sum I asked for.  The only
conditions I provided were that he couldn't cause mom any permanent damage
or scars.  He was also to provide me a schedule of the things he planned to
do to her for my approval.  I gave him an email address where he could send
the quarterly schedules as well as monthly videos showing that my mom was
still in reasonable shape.

   I had David meet with Tom and check out the ranch to make sure I wasn't
being fed a long line of horseshit.  I also used David to help hide the
money trail from Tom to myself.  If Tom got stupid, the most he would be
able to do is get to David and his slave.  I guess he could also track down
Bob and Uncle Jay, but to be honest, I wasn't so worried about them.  I was
more worried about Linda, mom and myself.

   I'm sure you are wondering why I would take the risk of leaving mom with
him if I was so concerned for her welfare.  Well, I got news for you the
world isn't perfect.  Sometimes you just have to take risks.  The best I
could do is help cut those risks down a bit, which I feel confident I had
managed to do.  And the nice thing about rich people is that they have more
to loose if they get caught doing something wrong.  Tom knew that all it
would take would be a phone call from me and he would be up shit creek.  If
he didn't get put in jail, he certainly would spend most of his money
trying to stay out.

   I made sure Tom was the one that transported mom back to Kansas.  Last
thing I needed was getting pulled over with a woman tied up in the trunk.
Abducting her again was cake for Tom.  I just told mom to meet him at the
mall parking lot and get in the van with him.  It was as simple as that.  I
had ordered her to do similar things so many times in the past that this
one didn't seem out of the ordinary.  Once in the van she was quickly tied
up and driven away.  Tom later told me that mom never even realized who he
was until they reached Kansas and Diane showed up.

   By the time mom got to the mall, sis and I were already out of the
house. We stayed with Sandra and Jane for several weeks until we were
confident that Tom had successfully made it back to Kansas.  Well, until I
was confident anyway.  Sis didn't have a clue what was going on.  I made up
a story about mom getting put in the mental hospital with grandma and that
they wanted to take Linda there also; and that we had to take on new names
and hide from everyone until they forgot about us.

   Exactly where we traveled is a story all into itself.  The amazing thing
is that no one ever realized my mom, sis and I had disappeared.  Well, I'm
sure Uncle Jay and Bob noticed, but it's not like they are going to say
anything.  Hell, even the state thinks we are still there.  Sis and I float
back that direction once a year so we can go in with Sandra to do home
schooling paperwork and such.  Sandra of course poses as mom when we do
this.  We don't actually do any schoolwork during the year though, Jane
does it all for us.

   I debated having sis do her own homework and stuff but then I decided it
would just be a waste of time.  She can read and write and that's way more
education than a slut like her really needs.  To be honest though, she
probably knows more than most kids her age.  Over the years we have
traveled all over the United States and even a few foreign countries.  We
stop at a place for a few months so we can enslave one or two people, set
them up with their own personal home edition of the "Hope Chest" game, give
them an email address to send the video clips too, then move on once we are
bored.

   To be honest, I have so many slaves now that I don't have time to even
consider watching all the video clips that come in.  Almost all of them go
straight to archiving.  I just flip a coin to decide if they met their
quota or not.  If the coin decides they didn't then I hit reply and jot
down some random number that they missed by.  They then have a few days to
send the video clip showing them selecting the punishment from their "Hope
Chest" and subsequent execution of said punishment.  Little do they know, I
don't bother to look at those videos either...  ha ha.  I like watching
videos from some of the newer slaves, but all the rest of them it just
turns me on knowing they are out there doing these things for me.

   Of course, I also make time to watch Sandra's videos as well as Tom and
Bob's.

   I let Sandra and Jane do whatever they want with Vee on their birthdays.
Normally, they feed Vee their birthday cakes...  second hand that is; after
they have processed it through their bowels.  The tapes of Vee eating shit
still give me mixed feelings.  It's disgusting yet still makes my dick hard
knowing the bitch is being made to do it.  They are not allowed to feed her
like that the rest of the year though.  To be honest, I'm not sure if that
is a favor for Vee or not.  If it was a daily thing then she might actually
get used to it.

   Vee is pretty well broken now, but I still insist they keep her chained
at all times.

   Bob was doing surprisingly well with Uncle Jay for a short while but
then screwed up.  His screw up is one I don't like to talk about, and it
caused me a lot of headaches.  However, in the end I managed to fix
everything right again.  Well, right for me anyway.

   To my relief, Tom and Diane have been taking good care of mom also.  I
do have to step in sometimes on my mom's behalf.  Since day one they have
wanted to have one of their horses fuck mom.  I almost agreed to it the
first time they asked until I read up on it.  I never realized how big a
horse's dick was.  Mom has taken some big dick in her life but I'm just not
convinced it would be safe for her to take on a horse.

   That's not to say that mom doesn't keep the horses satisfied.  She just
does it with her hands and mouth.  Between their horses and three dogs,
mom's stomach is almost always full of cum.  Hell, I don't think they have
had to feed mom any actual food since she got there.

   I know sis misses mom.  I have her well trained now, but she still asks
sometimes to go visit mom in the mental hospital where she still thinks she
resides.  Sis especially gets this way whenever we head back in that
general direction.

   Linda is 13 now and can take most of my dick up her cunt.  I've also
managed to get most of it up her ass as well.  I trust Tom and Diane enough
now that I'm thinking next year I might actually take Linda to see her mom.
I still don't think a large horse would be appropriate, but maybe I can
talk Tom into buying a pony to ride mom and sis.

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