By Xhumil
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Copyright 2024 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: New Term
hi Sir
I'm sorry I didn't win the games and i'm sorry i let you down, but thank you for bringing me home and away from Brad.
Things at home are a little strained, Miss Carrie keeps asking dad
about 'Plan B', whatever that is, and she's also asking dad why you and
he are so interested in Mr. Trigo-Fess's ? When I was out of the room I
heard her warning dad “People say that the mines are the end of every
slave!”
Dad's response was puzzling, he just said “I suppose one
way or another that's possibly true” but didn't seem to get drawn into
Carrie's accusatory discussion. Miss Carrie keeps asking dad about Mr.
Trigo-Fess, the mine owner. I just don't understand why she is so
interested in him all of a sudden? Miss Carrie never seems to get any
response from dad about this man, and a serious tension is building
which Carrie keeps taking out on me. Her last sleepover party all
spanked me for no reason. I did everything they told me, I wanked for
them, I humiliated myself to their orders and they still spanked me. I
had to work my way round the group of each of the girls and ask her to
spank me, then lay across her legs while she did it. My bum was red raw
by the time they took me up for my bath.
Things started off
pretty well when I got back from the games, before all this tension,
miss Carrie showed no signs that there was a problem. Although I got
the idea she was upset about me being naked for master Brad, and Brad
getting all the credit for her cruel idea. The day we went back to
school, just as I finished clearing the breakfast stuff she stated
“casper, pyjamas are out and the loincloth is back in this term. If you
can be Bradley's little naked slave, and he's supposedly 'such an
inspiration' then you can damn well stay naked for me!! You're mine and
I stripped you fist. Don't forget that!” I'm pretty sure I won't be
forgetting that any time soon, especially when i'm wondering about town
with my dick on show and everyone staring at it. Thankfully I still get
the loincloth at school for 'hygiene reasons'! So most of the time its
only my arse on show to everyone. Except in the classroom when it is
removed and I sit on it to protect the furniture. Its not always me
that removes it either. Quit often the teacher will remove it for me,
but then rather than giving it back will start addressing the class
about their last assignments, or other stuff, while waving the screwed
up cloth in their hand. All I can do is stand naked at the front and
wait for them to finish. This is normally after everyone has sat down
so i then have to file past all the desks with my dick in swiping range
of everyone. Its like e thing they do. Everyone in the aisle row of
seats takes a swipe at my dick to see if they can slap it. The teachers
don't seem to intervene, I think they enjoy the spectacle.
I'm
also naked during breaks whenever miss Carrie, her friends, Doug or
come to think of it, anyone at school who takes temporary ownership of
me demands it. The loincloth has become a baton of power again. I have
to remove it, roll it up, and hand it to anyone who chooses to own me.
I'm then their bitch until the bell rings, or a permanent owner (with a
badge) comes and takes over. As you know the badges are limited to just
Miss Carrie, Jenny, Doug and a few of Miss Carrie's friends. At the
moment my limited celebrity status is keeping them close to me, but
pretty soon Miss Carrie will lose interest in me and I'll be at the
mercy of the rest of the school again.
Believe it or not,
this return to nudity is not, however, my biggest upset. No, my biggest
worry is that Doug is still mad at me after a joke the girls played on
him the day after you brought me home.
Carrie's mum and dad
went out on the Monday night, and we weren't due back in school until
the Wednesday of that week, so Carry arranged for her friend Jenny to
stay over. Knowing I was back and, I assume, missing me, Doug badgered
the girls to allow him to come over and stay the night with me. Doug
succeeded and was to sleep in the spare bed which used to be mine when
I was a free boy. He also persuaded Carrie to allow me to also stay in
that bedroom with him rather than move to the utility room. I was
actually hoping he would let me share the bed with him too. I haven't
been in a bed since last year so was getting excited. All would have
been fine except for Carrie's trick which I now regret, but still
believe I had no choice in being part of.
After we'd all eaten
and i'd washed up we all went upstairs and the girls told Doug to take
me to 'his' room and leave them alone. No problems there, he was only
too pleased to get away from them, and interrogate me about behind the
scenes of Collosemo while we cuddled up on the bed.
All was
going well until 8pm I requested his excusal so I could run a bath as
instructed by my mistress. I completed the task and persuaded Doug to
share the bath with me. Not much persuasion was needed and he was the
first one in. “Make sure you lock the door” he instructed.
“Yes
sir” I said then I slipped into the water behind him so he could press
against my chest as I washed and massaged him. I had just started to
apply some shampoo when the girls burst in.
“Hello boys!” they giggled.
“Get out, you're not supposed to be in here! I'm, I'm naked!” Doug
protested, trying to cover himself with a few bubbles. “casper I told
you to lock the door!” he growled
“sorry sir”
“Oh, don't be so
silly Duggy, we always wash little caspy when he's in the bath. Looks
like you got lucky too” Jenny goaded with her patronising baby voice.
“Come on now, you'll not get clean all shrugged up like that” Doug's
little sister light heartedly scolded him, while instructing me to hold
his arms back and 'present' him.
“I'm really sorry sir” I whispered in his now bright red ear as I coiled my arms around his.
“Oh, you've started without us” Carrie mocked as she waggled his semi-erect cock.
“Oi!” Doug yelped, squiggling his legs to release Carrie's hold.
“Ooh, your big brother nearly matches up to casper in size Jen” Carrie
added, sending Doug an even darker red. “Come on now, stop fighting and
be a good boy, or I'll get casper here to smack your little bottom” she
continued, whilst also holding his ball sack as a mild but unspoken
threat. Threat or no threat, his younger sister had already started
plastering copious amounts more shampoo to his head, face, and eyes as
I continued to hold his arms back apologising profusely.
“grrr! Just get on with it then!” Doug growled resignedly remembering
the routine from watching many of my baths and knowing he had already
lost to the girls and his dignity was already toast.
Before
long Doug was fully lathered from head to toe and rubbing his
soap-stinging eyes while Carrie scrubbed his dick to a much fuller
erection. Now, both kneeling side by side, with his sister
administering the same, now very familiar treatment, to my body.
“See Dougy, its not so bad” Carrie said with her babying voice above
the sound of squelching soap. “Its just like the way you washed little
caspy in Clandu. Seems only fair you get a nice scrub-a-dub-dub too” I
could hear Dough breathing out very hard through his nose in silent
angry protest.
“Its very pingy” Jenny added as she dragged her brothers dick down and released it like a catapult.
“That better not be you touching my dick Jenny!” Doug growled to his
sister while trying to open his eyes against the expertly applied
stinging soap booby trap.
“Noooo!” Jenny replied accompanied by
giggles from both girls. I could feel my dick getting sprung also as
though the girls were comparing the strength of our bounce-ups. I
daren't complain though, it would likely end up in an immediate naked,
soapy jog round the block.
“Shall we rinse these boys off before
or after they've cum?” Carrie mused, then by way of an answer someone
started pumping my dick. The way the grip kept changing, I was pretty
sure they were both sampling our pump-actions, taking it in turns on
each dick until Doug let out a grunt, yelp then a puff.
“I won”
Jenny's voice cried jubilantly “I get to finish casper off now too” as
Doug started to protest at the realisation that not only had his sister
witnessed him naked, hard and cumming, but she was the cause of his
ejaculation. “Thanks bro” she teased by way of dismissing his
protestations while sliding a cum-draped finger across the opening of
his mouth.
He slumped down loudly next to me with a huff, his skin
squeaking against the bath side, in a vain and late attempt to hide his
naked body from our sisters in the ridiculously shallow water.
As soon as Jenny had made me cum we were both showered off and the girls abruptly left.
“How could you do that to me casper?!!” he demanded angrily.
“Sorry sir, it was an order, I really didn't want to do it”
“I can't believe our sisters have seen me naked, and worst of all hard
and worse still, cumming! THEY made me cum!! In front of THEM!! And my
sister saw it all!!! And she dun it too!!” His English was escaping him
at this point before he took a breath and then the best line of all
“Have you any idea how humiliating that is??!!” He demanded further.
Errr, had he realised who he was talking to? I felt like saying
“welcome to my life!” but I didn't, I just profusely apologised again.
Needless to say I didn't get to sleep in a bed that night cuddled up to
Doug. After he dried off he got dressed and stormed out. “I'm going
home!” he shouted as he slammed the door.
With no Doug in the
bed I was ordered to strip it, fold the sheets and put them away. I
spent the night on the floor again by the side of the bed that I could
have been laying in, with Doug.
Its been a week now and he still shows no signs of warming to me.
slave
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<From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE New Term
It was very disappointing that you let us all down in the games,
especially for Master Bradley. But we are thankful that you were not
confiscated. I think whatever you did in the sex round may have won a
couple of the judges over.
You must know by now that
conversations between your owners are not of your concern and you must
not eavesdrop on what they have to say. And especially not discuss
their conversations on unsecured messaging systems like this!
I suggest you forget about your dark mining fantasies, Mr Troggy-floss,
or whatever his name is, and concentrate on being somewhere near to a
useful slave. Maybe even take more tips from slave A6. I studied you
hard in the week you were with me, and I was exceptionally disappointed
in what I saw.
If I find you have been listening into your
owner's conversations again I will suggest to them an extended
conditioning should be in order for you. I'm surprised your mistress
hasn't conditioned you anyway as part of your change of ownership back
to her!
Keep me appraised at what is going on in school.
Mr. J Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE: New Term
Sorry Sir, I will not listen to their conversations again.
I did my very best in the sex round in the games sir, maybe that was
what saved me. Luckily I was tested last which gave me a bit of an
advantage I think. I could see the other 2 contestants, they were also
tied up like me, hanging from the ceiling of the large round cell, so I
could see them endure everything. They were very stoic, not making any
noise at their torture. Brave little things, both of them. But I
realised that no matter how many times they were spanked, how many
clips were put onto their dicks and nipples, how many fingers up their
arses, the judges looked disappointed at the lack of response they got
from those boys. I knew that screaming would be bad but I tried
whimpering at my tortures, like I was almost enjoying it and people
seemed to engage with me more. Perhaps that won them over and maybe
helped deliberations on later rounds. It certainly didn't get me any
points in the night rounds because the cooking game was rigged, but I
possibly did win some of the judges.
What they didn't tell
anyone was that not only were the judges tormenting us, but the VIPs
were allowed into all the night tasks, watching us cook and clean and
the sex round. This meant that after the judges had 'tested' us, the
VIPs were allowed in to play with us. It was awful, worst of which was
the spectacularly over privileged Timothy Storring from school had
managed to get VIP tickets, so was able to witness and partake in my
humiliation. He seemed to enjoy the other 2 slave boys too. Of course,
he wasn't going to show off that teeny dick of his fucking anyone, but
he did take great pleasure in edging me when I was in the sling being
fucked by the other VIPs and judges before they were offered their
private sessions. I hate that boy so much.
You wanted an
update on school sir. Now that I'm only in my loincloth there
humiliation seems to have slipped back a couple of months, and stepped
up a few notches. My celebrity status since the games has turned
awkward. It just means more people want to 'play' with me than ever.
All this with this term's added humiliation of people screaming
“nnnggaaaaah!” at me then falling about laughing.
I know
they're referencing my humiliation during Collosemo because while i was
laying there in that packed stadium being publicly fucked i could hear
the sample of my own voice screaming that same yelp played over and
over again to guffaws from the crowd. So yes, i know the school yard
yelps are directed at me. Actually though, when you consider i got an
inner-ring-side view of the amazing Fire of Fight round, a viewpoint
many of these kids would sell a leg for, I consider that enduring these
shouts from them is a small price to pay. Well, if I ignore the whole
public fucking and my displayed erection to that massive crowd of
course.
Doug still isn't talking to me, and Miss Carrie and
her friends seem to have nerded it up in classrooms for a few break
times now, meaning i'm back being everyone's bitch during break when
none of my permanent masters or mistresses show up. Well, not
everyone's, mostly Storring's!
I've so far spent 2 morning
breaks with Storring now, he seems to have got over his fear of my
mystery protector, whoever that is, and is unfortunately back in the
picture. It was too good to believe he'd stay away from me forever. I
think he also feels more emboldened than ever because he was able to
play with me during the games with his VIP ticket!
You might
wonder how when there's a school of over 600 people he manages to get
to me so successfully. Its simple, he's the only one who programmed me
to answer to his whistle. So, he sees me at break looking for my
mistress or any of her owner-badged friends, and as soon as I look like
i've lost them he whistles. He whistles and I obey. A lot of this
conformity was brainwashed into me early on this year, I just can't
seem to pretend I don't hear his whistle. As soon as I hear it, I must
remove my loincloth to show i'm under command then I run to him, my
junk all bouncing about for all to see. He seems to love that bit,
watching my cock bounce its way over to him before I drop to that awful
Asian squat position he likes so much. I'm sure his enjoyment in that
position is because he can see my cock visible as it points at the
ground from any angle he surveys me from.
Well, visible until
he starts whispering into my ear about how I belong to him, his
subversive little voice drilling his thoughts into mine and causing the
usual annoying and uncontrolled erection. It remains visible alright,
but only from the front, amplified by its engorgement. His new
humiliation for me in this state is to scream “nnnggaaaaah!” at the top
of my voice while wanking for him as he pours pancake batter over my
head to the delight of his now regrowing entourage. I don't know how he
is always so prepared for our sessions, but he always leaves me with a
more permanent reminder of our time together in the form of something
gooey dripping off my head for the rest of the day. Pancake batter and
“nnnggaaaaah!” are definitely going to be the humiliation themes of
this term!
I think the Storring break- torture may soon be
over though. Miss Carrie has told me that she's agreed for me to sub
for Dan, my friend, well, my favourite temporary-master, for the rest
of this term. That means she has given him an owner's badge, and I'm to
find him and work for him whenever I am not with her. Dan, is running
for the role of next year's head pupil and presumably he's asked Carrie
for me to work for him on his campaign. I'm so excited to work for him.
Voting is in a couple of weeks, and the headmistress will announce the
winner in assembly on the first day of next school year.
Having Dan as a badged owner means that no matter who takes temporary
ownership of me in school, as soon as he arrives on the scene he can
recover ownership and take me away from them. Perfect! Carrie, a couple
of her friends and Doug can all do this already, as you know, and will
take priority over Dan, but that's not a problem. Dan having priority
over everyone else in school is absolutely fantastic!. I think being
rescued by Dan from an awkward temporary ownership will be far less
embarrassing than needing my little sister to do it. I think he'll make
a perfect head pupil too.
On a home note, dad has
organised a trip for us to the Dorridge's farm. I think its the first
miss Carrie has heard of it as she seemed really angry when he told
her. He said there was someone he wanted to show me to. “To get an idea
for more income.” It was the last bit about income that sounded wrong,
like he'd just made it up on the spot to make his story more plausible.
Miss Carrie asked him if this was about Plan B” Whatever that
meant. Her dad looked a bit shocked by the remark, like it was a secret
she shouldn't know about. But he seemed so off-guard by the question he
agreed to allowing her to come. It seemed obvious this wasn't the
original plan, but he seemed to be trying to prove h had nothing to
hide.
The meeting is set for Friday evening so I'll tell you what happens after that.
slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE New Term
Boi
As you have already been told, any issue between your owners is NOT
YOUR CONCERN. Go to the Dorridges as ordered and behave. Do exactly as
you are instructed, everything will go smoothly and we will all get
what we want.
Mr J. Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE New Term
Dear sir
I'm sorry I sounded like I was complaining to you about the family I
serve. They are a wonderful family and they have taught me to use only
what i've been given and want only what I can have. There are no
problems with any part of my life. A life which belongs to them sir.
I Went to the Dorridges as ordered and showed off that I can have sex
with a girl and was watched by a man who was going to give some work.
Nothing seemed to be wrong at all sir I had a lovely time.
Serving Dan at school is turning out to be a pretty good assignment,
apart from the odd issue. As a slave i'm not allowed to instigate a
conversation with anyone so I mainly give out information for him and
answer people's campaign questions when they ask me what he stands for.
He even said he'd let me wear the loincloth all the time, he says his
badge tells everyone who's commanding me so I don't need to be naked as
a demonstration. He's awesome!
There are some awkward
moments when people ask me what I would do if I was head pupil, which
is an odd question to ask a slave. I try to tell them Dan's policies,
but some people really press. Dan always intervenes and gives me
permission to answer candidly with my thoughts. He's so self assured he
doesn't mind. honestly, I think its the first time a lot of people have
heard me speak. I know the first year students have never heard me talk
because my slavery started the day they joined. Well, many have heard
me scream “nnnggaaaaah!” but not actually speak. Regardless how
humiliating I feel about what they did to me in Collosemo, i've gained
a little bit of celebrity status in school from it.
Anyway,
Dan has offered to add some of my ideas to his policies. i'm not sure
if it was always planned, or just said out of guilt. But its good
anyway. He seemed to have taken all my ideas onboard, except for the
bit about all slaves wearing full school uniform and not being ordered
around and never being naked. He says that's only something my primary
mistress can decide. i guess he's right, but its a shame though.
So, that's school for now. We're half way through one of the shortest
terms, things feel relatively good , even Doug has got over the bathing
issue, and there seems to be no sign of the images from Bradley's awful
pancake batter campaign, so hopefully he didn't win and the images will
be buried for ever.
All round a good term so far!
slave
From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: New dangers
Hi Master Bailey Sir
I'm not sure if I was supposed to keep messaging you after I had
finished training for the games, so sorry I haven't written and I hope
you'll accept this message. You're a great slave psychiatrist so I
thought you would benefit from this message. I can't tell it to Alpha
master Jim anyway, he says my place is to just accept everything that
happens to me so I feel like you are the only person can tell what's
really happening.
At school i'm helping Dan's campaign to
become the next head-pupil. Its largely going well. Initially he let me
wear my loincloth when I was giving out information for him which was
great. This was until one day one of the third-year girls started
heckling us and asking if I was always going to be his 'bitch' if he
won the election. He told her “yes” and that I was “more than a bitch”
which was nice to hear. He also said I was an “invaluable and
intelligent helper”. That's one in the eye for everyone who think all
slaves are stupid! The girl then asked if I was always going to be
wearing the loincloth. When he said “yes” she called out.
“If Dan
wins then no one will be able to see casper's willy again, he'll keep
it to himself”. People got pretty wound up and started booing us
moaning that there was no point voting for Dan. Dan didn't seem to know
what to do, he just stood there, I thought we'd lost them until I felt
the familiar feeling of the loose end of my loincloth bow being pulled,
the string dropping and the whole cloth swooping away like a ghost only
to be snatched up into the air to a rousing cheer. My denuder was none
other than Dan! I just stood there with my dick on show feeling utterly
humiliated and betrayed. The rest of the break I just stood there
telling people his manifesto promises while people fiddled with my
willy. I was rock hard by the end. I don't think anyone listened to a
word I said. They all had a bloody good grope though. Each campaign
session has been nude ever since. I stand completely naked and answer
manifesto questions while my dick and bum are mercilessly played with
and ridiculed. I've talked to a group while receiving a slowly poured
pancake batter shower, had my arms posed while I spoke, leaving me more
exposed and ridiculous. I've had someone waggle my willy in time with
my words, like a phallic ventriloquist act, and even had someone clamp
my own hand round my dick and started it pumping, in an unspoken
directive, leaving me monologuing a complicated answer while wanking
for the crowd. Sometimes I have to stand on a box for the discussions,
other times I go on hands and knees while Dan stands on me, using me as
a box. Its pretty brutal, but away from those sessions Dan remains
polite and respectful to me, and often apologises for what I go
through, often while refitting my loincloth for me. I have no doubt
that Dan will protect me if he becomes head pupil.
At home,
Miss Carrie and her dad seem very strained since I returned from the
games and dad has made connection with an acquaintance of Alpha master
Jim's. This person has presumably requested a meeting with Carrie's dad
and me at the Dorridge's farm.
Miss Carrie was very wary of
this planned visit and insisted on accompanying us, refusing to let me
come if she couldn't go. All said and done I think I performed well at
the meeting. Some things were said that I didn't understand, i'm not
sure what my goal really was there, but i've learned enough to be left
quite unnerved and pretty worried about what might happen to me in the
near future.
We arrived at the Dorridge's, and immediately
Miss Carrie and her dad went into the big house while A6, the
Dorridge's annoyingly prim and perfect younger replacement slave for
Eetu, pulled me by my leash round to the stables for disinfection.
There was to be no measurements or tests this time as they've already
catalogued all my vital statistics. This time it was just left to their
slave A6 to disinfect, shave and scrub me ready for whatever was
planned. And scrub me he did!. Immediately each arm was cuffed and tied
to pulleys in the roof of the barn. He used these to keep my arms up
and out of the way giving him unhindered access to my entire body. I
endured the disinfectant foam which he rubbed into every part of my
body and left in place before pulling the arm straps higher while I
stepped up onto a box. From there A6 gave my genitals and anus special
attention, I don't know if this was his orders, or he was just enjoying
his lofty position over me, but his fingers were well inside me and my
dick was well kneaded by the time he'd finished with the foam before
starting on shaving me, not that there was any hair on my dick to
shave, Carrie and her friends generally see to that.
As if
there wasn't enough foam on my genitals already he called on a young
stable girl to spread and rub shaving foam over them which he then
corrected and re-spread before slowly and deliberately shaving them. I
don't think the girl was necessary, and I don't think A6 did either. By
the way he kept looking at me while she was handling my bits it was
obviously a power game on his part. She was used further to hold my
dick during the shave before being dismissed, and I was told to step
down from the box for the shampoo and rinse round.
While he
scrubbed me in the most humiliating way he could I tried to ignore the
ignominy and asked what was happening today. His first response was to
just squeezed my balls, pretending it was part of his scrub routine.
The second time I asked he admonished me. “Your purpose here is none of
your concern. A good slave NEVER initiates a conversation with a
superior!” he snapped waspishly How can what i'm going to do not be my
business? I noticed how he reminded me again that he is superior to me,
the little shit! That little bit of training making him an 'A' class
has gone right to his head! Forget the fact i'm about 4 years older
than him! In this hierarchy it all boils down to a letter of the
alphabet!
After a hose rinse and a brisk towel down, like he
was preparing a racehorse, he led me into the house by my lead and
through the many corridors toward the sound of polite clinking. We
stopped outside the dining room door and he knocked respectfully. As we
waited he brushed my hair with his hand, brushed my crack and set my
dick hanging central to my balls, constantly fiddling with my body for
an illusive perfection only he would recognise if it arrived. The doors
opened and he led me in through the doors just as the appetizer plates
were being cleared. I remembered this room from before. This was where
I lost my girl-sex virginity as my little sister watched whilst eating
chicken supreme.
“Ahh....casper!” said a voice, not particularly to me, just an observation.
“Put it over there by the fire A6” Lucy's dad's instructed. A6 complied
with a little more correction of my dick then backed away leaving me
naked to the scrutiny of the dinner party guests. I know very well now
to leave my hands at my sides while my nude body is being surveyed.
Around the table were Lucy Dorridge, miss Carrie, Lucy's mum and dad ,
Carrie's dad and at the end of the table was a mystery man, all sitting
facing me, the fireplace and the infamous rug where I assume I was to
perform on again. I noticed A6 had also positioned himself with a good
view of the rug and was sporting a quite prominent boner inside his
well starched trousers.
“Hands on your head casper, legs apart” Carrie said, to which I complied, now feeling even more exposed than before.
Another slave was brought in, a young girl. “Ahh...Amelia... This is
Amelia Anschaffen.” said the man “She's one of ours, of course. No
training assessment designations in this profession.” he continued,
presumably referring to the A, B, ..E, F letters normally given to
slaves like A6 and E2, or just plain zero in my case! “I thought we'd
give your boy a little tester, see what you think”
I wasn't sure
what he was expecting anyone to 'think', they'd all already seen me
impregnate a gaggle of girls whilst tupping in the oubliette a few
months ago as a family outing, and my sister had also watched my
virginity exorcism on this exact same rug some time before that.
“Well get on with it then boi” he demanded, as though we should have
already been grinding meat. “Think yourself lucky boi, there's many
free people that'd pay handsomely for a session with Amelia when she's
working”
Those people weren't me, I prefer my partner's sex
organs outside the body. As usual I settled my mind thinking of Dan,
Doug and Eetu, and yes, I admit, I thought of slime and goo too, I
might as well admit it now the whole world knows! I was hard in no time
and gently mounted Amelia who had already taken up a pose on the rug
just in time for the diner's main course to arrive. “Slowly boy, this
is not a race, There's no prizes for cumming first here” The man
scoffed. I took it that unlike my first encounter in this room, I was
only fucking for their entertainment, as opposed to 'getting a result'.
Assuming her 'profession' meant he didn't want her to get pregnant and
lose valuable revenue later, or he was pretending that he didn't want
her to get pregnant. “These two would produce rather beautiful slaves,
don't you think?” he threw out to the table as a discussion piece,
betraying his pretence that he didn't want me fertilising her.
Once again, to add to the degradation of fucking in front of my family,
we fucked and writhed to the sound of knives and forks clinking against
china. These noises punctuated by some polite chatter between the
guests. Every now and then there was an order or position for us to
perform barked at us. Think of it like the worst game of Twister ever!
We went on being prominently inconspicuous during their meal until the
man left the table and approached us. I thought the best thing to do
was to pretend he wasn't there and just kept on fucking.
It
was easier said than done! Fucking in front of my family while a
stranger's face was mere millimetres from mine, scrutinising my every
pore, wasn't easy. He stroked my cheek with his hand, the cheek on my
face that is, while I continued to fuck forcing myself to be oblivious
of his presence. The same hand then brushed down the length of my back
pausing to read the Braille lines of my whip scars.
“Yes... I need guarantees against that kind of damage” Dad said.
“Nonsense” Said the man “Its merely.......patina!” he concluded with a
little laugh, writing off the pain that had caused the lines in a
single flippant remark. “What an exquisite piece..” he continued still
looking at my face “It would be a shame to take such a beautiful
specimen out of circulation Bill.” The man said to dad whilst gently
clamping my shaft between his thumb and finger, sampling its movement
as it slipped in and out of the girl. He carried on like this for quite
a few seconds, holding it and staring at my face before lightly pushing
me back with his clamping hand until I slipped out of Anna completely.
“Casper Anschaffen” he pronounced “sounds pretty good, wouldn't you
say?” While now running his clamped hand up and down the full length of
my shaft. He let go and pressed the hand against my nostrils. “She
smells lovely doesn't she” he partially enquired.
“Sir” I replied, neither agreeing or disagreeing.
There must have been some special look going on between the party
guests because after a slight polite cough Mr. Dorridge suggested to
Lucy that she show Carrie around the stables, a sight she must have
seen many times. Lucy appeared to either know what was going on, or was
as compliant as the slaves, but with minimal fuss miss Carrie was
escorted out of the room. All this time the man was again holding my
dick and stroking the end with his thumb. He ended the pause and
resumed his monologue, or sales pitch.
“Casper Anschaffen, A
natural pleasure slave name I'd say, of course you can change its name
to anything you want, Spike Anschaffen, Zeep Anschaffen...think of it
like YOUR branding over the boy.” The man continued as he pushed my
dick back into girl and pressed a finger of his other hand up into my
hole, gently thrusting to regulate my fuck tempo. “We will run it all
for you, and you can get home visits from the slave from time to time
too if that's what you need, schedules permitting of course. Naturally
a proportion of the credits earned by the boy will be yours, minus
expenses and fines. The important thing would be keeping the slave in
circulation, but away from general public where it might get
confiscated. With no lifelines left, its an easy target for Compliance
Control now. They'd think nothing of conjuring up a reason to
confiscate it. “ He paused “Look, pleasure slaves in our compound can
not get 'blipped' or reported. Punters are not allowed to bring ANY
devices into the compound. This is as safe as casper can get” he
finished triumphantly “Its a good offer Bill!”
“I don't care
about visitation rights.” dad snapped “Look, I don't really think I'm
comfortable with any of this,” dad continued. “I thought we were here
to discuss Jim's.. I mean a different proposal.”
“Like I said
Bill, you'd be depriving so many by taking this out of circulation.” He
sounded desperate with the thought, but then changed tone. “Boi! finish
the job, she could do with some time off anyway.” I knew what that
meant, and saw to it to get this humiliation over as quickly as
possible. He returned to the table but now sat with his back to us
facing dad square-on.
“It was just an idea Bill! “ Mr.
Dorridge said “You needed to hear other options.” Dad made some
disagreement noises as his response. “Look, what you want is extremely
dangerous Bill, You might need to set your sights lower.”
“I
still say designating the boy as an Anschaffen is the best outcome you
can hope for right now. What you want is wasteful! We can offer you
some continuation with the boy. What you are talking about is like
banishment. Or worse. Your plan is not called the end of all slaves for
nothing” The mystery man forced.
I feel like I finished the
deed at the right moment. My standing up seemed to punctuate their
deliberations. The man turned and ran his thumb round the inside of my
foreskin, checked the sticky residue on his thumb print and snorted a
kind of satisfaction. I assume this was his test that I hadn't faked my
orgasm.
“Yes, and I thank you for your time. But I think my
mind is made up.” dad interjected, sounding slightly disturbed by the
man's insistence. “So, when shall I expect that call from Mr.
Trigo-Fess?” he asked of both Mr. Dorridge and the man, now not knowing
who was in charge of his failing negotiations.
“I'll start
make arrangements for you.” Mr. Dorridge replied “You'll hear soon. I
mean this seriously Bill, GOOD LUCK! We're in new territory now, you
could lose it forever!”
When we finally returned to the
car Miss Carrie seemed very upset for what seemed like a range of
reasons. Her rage at dad seemed to switch between his bad business
sense for not demanding payment for the impregnation, his 'clandestine'
plan, whatever she meant by that, and her 'humiliation' at being sent
out of the room. I don't think even she knew what she was most upset
about. There was finally a silence before she started yelling again
that “the Dorridge's desserts were 'to die for' and she missed it”.
Dad just took the verbal pounding and seemed miles away in thought.
So apart from miss Carrie subsequently torturing me to find out what
I'd heard in the meeting while she was out of the room, that has been
the end of that saga!
I've not heard any more of the man, or Mr. Dorridge.
I know this family have humiliated me but I don't really want to leave
them. I don't want to go to the mines and get injured in a horrible
accident, and I really don't want to go with that horrible man. I'm
scared I'm going to be sent away. Please can you help me? Talk to Jim
or something. Tell them I'll do anything. I'll even beg cousin Bradley
to fuck me every night if it will keep me in the family. I'll beg him
to do all the things to me he loves doing. I don't want to leave!
Bailey Please me
Slave