Chapter 18

While the gruff older guy on my left buckled the collar around my neck, he asked the guy I only knew as 'Jack,' "How many women do you think you can handle, Lieutenant?"

Jack looked sheepish and replied, "I plan to stop interviewing now, Sir."

"It sounds to me like you still have a babysitter to exploit."

"That's collateral damage," Jack replied.

I rotated the collar a bit and asked, "Is it straight?" The little chick, Frieda, grinned. Well, she had my number...

Nobody else did -- except MAYBE Jack. You see, being picked up was a dream come true -- and if they weren't bullshitting me, it was more than I'd ever expected -- but the collar was enough...

Yeah, just the collar. I know, being a black woman, 'slave' ought to be a dirty word -- but to me, it wasn't. To me, the whole idea of being a slave brought excitement! I was soaking my panties, sitting there in that chair thinking about what Jack had ALREADY ordered me to do!

I was pretty sure little Frieda had my number -- and that made her the first. Boyfriends had worked around it, but they hadn't gotten it; even Nate, my missing husband, just thought it was dumb luck that I didn't bitch when he fucked around on me or he wanted something kinky; even then, the stupid bastard hadn't cared enough to hang around... You don't meet people who understand on the street -- and if you do, they're likely to just take advantage of you. Nobody expects you to want to be owned, to have a fire in your belly that can only be quenched by being forced to give it all by someone who will take and take and demand more -- and treat you like furniture in the process -- ESPECIALLY if you're a black woman! People just don't get it...

Jack -- well, the first thing Jack did the other night was rub my nose in the fact that I'd watched other women get used and abused and done nothing about it. Then Frieda had come along and stunned me again and again, apparently seeing right through me! "So how often do you have to fuck the bartender?" she asked, right out of the blue after discussing my husband and kids!

I didn't even deny it -- in fact, I went in to full confession mode and was brutally honest about it -- even the fact that I was gonna want Jock to stick his nasty little dick in me after watching Jack and his girls...

Frieda asked Jack if he was interested in me -- and it was a blow to me that he wasn't, but it wasn't a surprise. Still, I didn't expect him to ask after my schedule, and that brought SOME hope...

Tonight, with another woman and another -- well, two more -- men, Jack came wandering back in and was all friendly -- and the women were dressed for the bedroom, rather than a bar or a restaurant, so there was just NO WAY I could stay away -- it was too exciting! There was too much of a draw; Jack was the kind of guy who could make women get naked and suck and fuck in public -- didn't that make him MY kind of guy? He was for DAMNED sure the closest I'd ever come...

'Put on the dog collar and you're my slave...' That's what he'd said, in so many words. It's embarrassing to admit it, but Keisha and the kids were side issues; I sat there, fingering that collar, realizing that I was about to be freed! I know -- you're sitting there going 'Huh?' -- but I WAS being freed -- freed to do what I always wanted to do, freed to be what I'd always wanted to be! I settled that collar around my neck and glanced around, triumphant -- and at least two sets of eyes looked back with understanding in them...

Looking carefully down at the table top, I said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to go check on your dinner now... Master."

"Good idea," Jack nodded and waved me away and I got up to run my first errand for the man I HOPED would control me for the rest of my life...

Tara had no problem at all putting on that dog collar -- anybody could see THAT! I was more involved with dealing with the Major's comments as he buckled it on. Then she asked permission to go off and check on the food, and I let her go without even thinking about it.

Frieda sat there, shaking her head. "What?" I asked.

"You know, even if you WEREN'T going to take her, she'd have put that collar on," Frieda announced.

"Yeah, right," I replied.

But Frieda held my eyes. "I'm serious, Master. You KNOW she likes to watch; why do you think that is? It's because she wants it to be HER! You don't think she couldn't tell Jock to piss off? She WANTS him to dick her -- and she WANTS him to treat her like shit while he does it! She gets off on it!" She turned to Beth, "Am I right?" Beth nodded, her eyes hooded. "We've both got it, too, in varying degrees. I'm happy to do anything you ask because you're the best thing that ever happened to me and I don't have much in the way of limitations. Beth is happy because she wants to be your brood mare and she's totally in love with you -- but Tara will let you use her for a doormat because she LIKES being on the bottom of the totem pole!"

I frowned. "I never intended that."

Frieda leaned forward and said, "Well, get used to it. She's happy, because you are the closest thing to her ideal man she's ever run across. You're perfectly comfortable bossing women around -- out of habit, because that's how it is where you live. But she's used to the good ol' U. S. of A. where every woman is liberated and 'slave' is a dirty word and being a slave owner is up there with mass murder and pedophilia!"

Perplexed, I asked, "Are you sure?"

Frieda started poking the tabled top. "Master, when the time comes, she's not gonna just shuck out of her clothes, embarrassed -- she's gonna give you the best striptease she is capable of, with a big grin on her face. Oh, she'll BE embarrassed -- but she'll ALSO be hot enough to fuck the whole bar! Wanna bet on it?"

I frowned. "So..."

"So I might slip up at some point, and Beth still has a ways to go with being embarrassed or asked to do crazy shit -- but Tara will spread herself on top of the pool table and hang her head over the edge and take on all comers if you tell her to BECAUSE IT'S WHERE SHE WANTS TO BE!"

"That's a little extreme," I opined.

Frieda shook her head. "I bet NOTHING is too extreme. You got a slave there, Master -- the real thing. You need to, like, get it through YOUR head this time, because it's gonna make a difference."

I eyed her. Frieda seemed to have radar where the dark side was concerned; she could be right. What did that mean, exactly? At a guess, I needed to limit myself; stuff I might wave in front of Beth to embarrass her, Tara wouldn't even think about, if Frieda was correct. Well, I'd bought it; if it was more than I bargained for, then I would just have to deal with it...

Tara came back, wormed her way between Frieda's chair and the bench on my left and knelt. "Ten minutes, Master."

I nodded. "Very good. Go back to the chair -- we don't want Jock to get excited any earlier than we have to."

"Yes, Master." Tara got up and settled into the chair. Frieda sat there, grinning at me. Well, we had ten minutes...

When my new master released me, I went straight to the kitchen and told Pedro to make DAMNED sure he gave this order all prime cuts! Those dickheads at the bar could eat the stringy stuff; my Master deserved the best!

"Yah, fine," Pedro waved me off, then peered at my neck. "Whazzat? You go Goth?"

"It's a slave collar," I replied, fingering it. "Like it?"

Pedro eyed me as if I'd grown a second head. "You're a weird bitch, Tara."

"Yeah, maybe." I waved and headed back out.

Seeing an opportunity, I worked my way between Frieda's chair and the bench on my new master's left and knelt to deliver my report. Oddly, no one seemed surprised; I expected a gasp or two, but got nothing -- and didn't know whether to be disappointed or elated. My Master had me sit in the chair again -- not because he was embarrassed, but because he was delaying a possible scene with Jock. I liked that; he had a reason -- he wasn't just embarrassed... I sat and fixed my eyes on the table top.

"So, are you happy with this turn of events?" Master asked.

"Oh, yes, Master! Very happy!" I was ecstatic!

"Why, exactly? Because you're being extracted? Because your children are being taken care of? Look at me..."

My heart thudded in my chest. Had I done something wrong? "Those are important, but..." I steeled myself and made the plunge, "More important, I have a Master."

Master flicked a glance at Frieda. "What did you major in at college? Psychology?" Frieda grinned and opened her mouth, but Master was looking at me again. "What do you want from me?"

I was confused. "Why, nothing, Master. It all goes the other way! I want to give..." I ran out of words -- was there a better word than 'everything?'

Master eyed me, musing. "So it's my job to take..."

I blinked. "Um, yes Master." It hadn't occurred to me that taking could be a job...

Master Jack grinned crookedly. "Even I may not be as good at that as you've hoped, but we'll give it a shot. At the very least, if I can't fill the bill, you're a LOT more likely to find what you're looking for with us."

"What are your plans for me, Master?" I asked.

Master Jack shrugged. "Simple stuff. Keep you barefoot and pregnant -- raising kids. You'll answer to Beth, who answers to..." He flicked a glance at Frieda, "I haven't figured that out yet. There are two others... and Keisha, I guess. Any of you who are underemployed we'll find fun stuff for."

I flicked a glance at McGruff on my left, "That's a lot of slaves."

Master Jack didn't turn a hair. "I'm mildly augmented." Well, you heard tales... Confederacy Marines were supposed to be these never ending studs with cocks ten inches long and as big around as a Coke can -- which sounded like bullshit, but I remembered Master Jack dealing with Troy and Tony...

"He makes two look easy," Frieda related, turning to Beth, "Doesn't he, Sweetie?" Beth nodded.

Master Jack moved on, "With your kids, there will be four on the ground and another added in three months. After that, well, I don't expect Beth to wait long. Confederacy medicine takes some of the wear and tear out of pregnancy, so we could end up with a small herd. I want your experience backstopping Beth's natural affinity -- she's the Earth Mother type -- and we'll bring Keisha on line as things grow, if it all looks good. Right now, I have one concubine with management skills but not a lot of motherhood in her and one ditz that needs watching to keep her from fucking up; I'm hoping the second wave is an improvement."

He was SO matter-of-fact about handling a whole herd of women! Things were going to be just fine... "I can't wait," I croaked.

McGruff rumbled, "You can't dock her for enthusiasm." He tilted up his beer, draining it. "I needed that."

Master gave me a look -- which was all I needed. "Anyone else?" I asked, rising.

"I'll have another glass of wine," the third guy at the table said. Frieda called him 'Mr. H', I think. I had no more idea why he was there than I had about McGruff -- but I knew that McGruff was Master Jack's boss. Well, it would all settle out. I headed for the bar.

"What's with the collar?" Jock asked as I delivered the order.

"Something different," I told him, remembering Master Jack's injunction not to get Jock excited before I had to.

"Joining the club?" Jock asked, gesturing in the direction of the tables.

"Maybe."

"Don't let it interfere with watering the customers."

"We're soaking them for booze regularly -- and a meal, Jock -- don't worry, the house is getting its cut," I assured him. "The more I'm around, the more they order."

"Yeah, whatever." The beer and the wine set up, Jock waved me off.

I went back and delivered the drinks; Master Jack waved me into the seat again. I glanced around. "Can I ask?"

"Who's who?" Master Jack replied. "Except for the Major, who is a bigwig at the colony you're going to, we're all family, after a fashion. Beth and Frieda you know, at least peripherally. They aren't related, but they're sisters under the skin. Beth was the initial draw, but Frieda has proven valuable for what she has between her ears."

That surprised me; Beth was, well, plain, and a little porky -- and she had that lisp, too. Frieda was petite and had a certain Lolita look to her, even though she had some baby fat.

"Oliver," Master Jack waved at the other guy, "is Beth's daddy, and Vera, there, is Beth's momma. Oliver owns her, now, although they used to be married. We're kind of breaking everyone in, since we haven't left yet as would happen during a normal pickup. Oliver and I are getting a little entertainment and the girls are getting a chance to get used to being naked and following instructions -- no matter how embarrassing they are -- which will be valuable to them in their new positions."

"So it really IS slavery..." I mused.

"Well, if you look at it from a purely legal and cultural perspective, the answer has to be yes," Master Jack replied. "You don't have any rights that I don't grant you -- and as far as other people are concerned, that's effectively zero. I answer for your fuck-ups -- and I punish you as I see fit, within some effective limits put in place by the colony government. Make no mistake -- if the fuck-up is bad enough, you could end up dead, and my only punishment would be the loss of your service -- but that's a pretty serious fuck-up. From a purely functional viewpoint, however, you're the mothers of my children, and while that doesn't grant you any rights or privileges, I DO tend to get fond of women who populate my bed and give me kids. Besides, I like having harmony in my pod, and you don't get that sleeping with one eye open because you're wondering when one of your women will crack under the strain and go looking for a way to end it all for both of you." Master Jack eyed me, "Life might therefore be a little easier than you were hoping for."

I smiled crookedly. "I'll try to bear up, Master." 'So he DOES have some idea...' went through my head. "Time to check on things, I think, Master."

"Good! I'm hungry." I took this as the dismissal it was, got up, and headed off -- but I heard Major McGruff muse, "You know, I have a tough time dealing with my women -- they all seem to want things I have no time for. Maybe I need one of those..."

The food was up; I collected the first armload and delivered it to Master Jack, Oliver, and Major McGruff, on the theory that they were men and therefore more important. Vera looked a little pissy, but the girls didn't turn a hair. I gave Vera her plate first on the second pass -- but she needed to realize that she was a second-class citizen where she was going. I remembered Master Jack's comment that this was kind of a training thing -- and I hoped Vera was learning. When I was done, I stood there, expectant, but Master Jack looked up and said, "Let me get a bite in first. I don't want to be distracted."

That was fine; as before, I had this momentary flash of disappointment when I thought he was going to back off, followed by the realization that he was treating the whole thing matter-of-factly and still intended for me to strip -- just on his terms. "Drinks, anyone?" I asked. Frieda and Beth switched to Coke and Vera decided she wanted tea; Master Jack, who had sat out of the last round or two, ordered another beer.

Jock was more than pleased. "Well, it's quiet and they're spending money on drinks, at least. Think they're gonna start fucking those bitches?"

"I hope so!" I exclaimed.

Jock loved this. "You're a twisted cunt," Tara," he chuckled, "but then, if you weren't, you wouldn't have a job..."

He was right, for what it was worth. If I wasn't into watching the boys subdue other women -- and if I wasn't prone to being easily subdued myself -- Jock wouldn't have kept me around. Oh, I could have worked elsewhere -- but let's face it, watching Troy and Tony run off guys and then roll over their women got me off as much as it did the guys, and where ELSE was I gonna see that kind of thing? On the other hand, it was all gonna be over real soon... I collected the drinks and headed on back.

Master Jack took his beer and the girls took their Cokes and I put my tray down and braced myself with one knee in the chair I'd been sitting in and waited expectantly. Master Jack took a hit from his beer and sat back. "Take it over closer to Frieda so the Major and Oliver have a good view," he directed.

Did you ever want to do something real bad and just not have the guts? I'd always wanted to try my hand at peeling for guys for money, but couldn't bring myself to go walking in on Amateur Night at a strip bar. Now, though, the opportunity had come to me... "Master, can I have music?"

"Certainly, Hon." Master Jack reached in his pocket and pulled out a couple of bucks. "This enough?"

"Yes..." I took it, smiling, and headed for the juke box. There were a couple of good tunes for stripping on it; Troy and Tony sometimes used the music to humiliate their girls. I punched up, 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' -- not the newer version but the old Three Dog Night cut -- and hurried back to the table to be there before the intro finished. I planted both feet, grinned from ear to ear and started swaying and mauling my jugs. I was barely out of my blouse when the lyrics came to the part where the guy wants his woman to stand on the chair, but I went ahead and pulled the chair away from the table and stood on it. While it limited my motion some, I stayed on it, swaying, while I peeled my bra away, then sat to get out of my pantyhose, wishing I'd worn nylons and a garter belt. Master Jack was smiling, though, and that was all I needed to keep me moving and trying to look sexy! I'd never done this, so I probably made a lot of mistakes, but some things were obvious, like turning my back to Master Jack while dropping my panties so he could see my ass and my twat, and spreading my legs and peeking at him between them when they hit my ankles and I could step out of them. My juice ran down my thighs, making them shiny. I hoped to God Master Jack wanted to fuck, because I was burning up! I used the chair as a prop, straddling it and resting my jugs on the back while I played with my nipples and rubbed my gooey crotch and then turned it around and knelt on it with one leg while I showed off my ass and my wet twat. I had a ball!

I got applause, too! Master Jack grinned and clapped, and Major McGruff actually whistled! Oliver sat there smiling; I got the impression that he would have liked to go further, but something -- or somebody -- was inhibiting him. Some of the guys at the bar clapped and whistled, too -- and Jock kind of stood there, dazed... Somebody from the bar yelled, "Do you take tips, Honey?"

Master Jack smiled and said, "It's worthless where you're going, but it's a compliment. Go get it if you want -- let 'em tell you how hot you are. You earned it." I smiled and swayed over to the bar and let a couple of the boys maul my jugs and my ass and push a few bucks into my hand.

Jock was smoking! "This ain't a strip bar! Customers farting around is one thing, but you're on the payroll, and somebody could get stupid!" Now, I'd blown him behind the bar a couple of dozen times, and I hadn't been invisible, you know? But I knew the answer...

"I quit, Jock," I told him. "I got a better offer. That makes me a customer, and you're off the hook -- how's that?" I turned away and headed back to the table, ignoring his, "Hey, you can't..." while I waved my ass at him.

Master Jack cocked his head when I got back to the table. "What's up?"

"I had to quit, Master -- Jock said he couldn't carry strippers on the payroll."

"His loss..." Master Jack grinned and shrugged. "Come around here and let me feel the merchandise." I crawled onto his lap like a little girl -- and I'm not one -- and he grinned and got my jugs greasy, then licked them off, periodically shifting his attention to Beth or Frieda for a quick smooch to let them know they hadn't moved down the totem pole. At one point, he asked, "Do you do girls?"

"I can." I never had, but I didn't see why I should let that stop me. Guys had sucked my twat before and if they could do it, I could do it.

"Get used to the idea," Master Jack said, and for the next ten minutes, I lay with my head in Beth's lap and my hands under her translucent chemise, playing with her jugs. Mine are firmer, but hers were soft, which made them kind of interesting. Beth got a little hot, but Vera kept making snorts and other noises -- and any time she did, Beth would stop and get a grip. It kinda pissed me off, because Beth was stroking my face and playing with my hair and sharing my left jug with Master Jack -- and I think it kinda pissed him off, too...

When everyone had finished getting their fingers gooey, Master Jack sat back and stuck his fingers in my mouth, one by one, to clean off, then turned to Oliver and said, "Vera's still being a wet blanket, Oliver. She's too busy giving the other girls crap over what she thinks is proper behavior. Any ideas?"

Oliver looked down at me and I could see in his face that the girls hadn't been the only ones Vera had been inhibiting. "I'm open to suggestions," he said, poker-faced.

Master Jack eyed Vera and said, "The Major is looking for a little relief; Frieda volunteered, but she would, anyway -- and it wouldn't mean anything to her one way or the other. I could do Vera, but I'll be around regularly, anyway, since we're family. I'm thinking that having her do the Major might loosen her up."

Now, Oliver -- he went totally poker-faced -- but you could read it anyway; Vera was in for it! "That's an interesting idea..." he muttered.

"Frieda..." Master Jack had her lean over and whispered in her ear for a second, after which she grabbed the car keys and took off for the door at a dead run. Then he turned to Oliver. "We can handle some other issues while we're at it. I need to test Tara's fellatio, but you really shouldn't do without, so why don't you get something from Beth?" Beth's eyes popped and Vera started sputtering; Master Jack turned to Oliver and said, "May I?" Oliver nodded -- and I nearly got dumped to the floor while Jack leaned across Beth and slapped the living shit out of Vera!

Vera gave out a gasp and sat there for a second, then said, "Ollie! He HIT me!"

Oliver looked upset, but what he said was, "I really should have done that, huh?" Master Jack nodded solemnly. "Is it too late?"

"Maybe for that," Master Jack opined, "but you owe her a follow-up for embarrassing you and exceeding her position. Hang on a sec." I wasn't in a perfect position to see things, so I kind of leaned up and Master Jack let me sit up beside him. Frieda came pelting back into the bar, barefoot -- I noticed her high heels were on the floor under the table -- carrying a whip!

"This okay, Master?" she puffed. "It was the easiest one to get at."

Master Jack took it from her and offered it to Oliver. "I can have her go in the trunk..."

Oliver pursed his lips. "No, that one is fine..." He took it from Master Jack and turned to Vera, "Bend over the chair."

Vera went white! "Ollie, I..."

"You've made mistakes -- several mistakes," Oliver said, really coldly. "You need to refer to me as Master until you are better behaved. Now BEND OVER THE CHAIR!"

Vera got the hint -- and then she got ten good stripes across the butt! Shit, I loved it, okay? She bawled like she was ten, but it probably wasn't THAT bad... Then Oliver told her, "Crawl over there and give the Major anything he wants," -- after which he amended it with, "except anal, okay? I haven't had that yet," directed at the Major.

The Major just nodded, grabbed a handful of Vera's hair and said, "Open my pants -- let's see what ELSE that mouth of yours can do besides get you in trouble."

Master Jack turned to Beth, "Beth?"

Beth proved that she wasn't as stupid as her mother; she said, "Yes, Master," then turned to Oliver and said carefully, "What would you like, Daddy?"

Oliver looked like he wanted to backtrack -- but he knew better. "What your mother is doing, for now."

The Major deliberately got up and took the chair that Vera had been sitting in and pushed it back, then dropped his pants and settled into it and dragged Vera in where everyone in the bar could watch her suck his cock. "Push the table back so she has room," the Major recommended to Oliver, who shrugged and had Beth push the table back. I pushed OUR table back -- Frieda got out of the way -- and got down in front of the bench to get a look at Master Jack's cock.

While I was digging in his pants and working him free -- he was hard already -- Master Jack told Beth, "Get up on your hands and knees on the bench. Oliver, do you need to keep an eye on Vera?"

Oliver, who had gone on over to the dark side, it looked like, grunted, "I can turn my head..." He had Beth by her ponytail, but she wasn't fighting; she was holding her daddy's cock straight up so she could get her lips around it! I turned back to what I was doing -- and there was plenty there to keep me occupied, too! Fuck Jock! Master Jack had two and a half inches on him if he had a millimeter! It was cut, too -- no scummy foreskin covering everything tasty! This just got better and better and better...

I sucked that thing like there was nothing more important in the world than getting white master cum out of it -- and there wasn't! The only thing I could see was his belly fur when I looked straight ahead and his eyes when I looked up -- and if I looked offside a bit, I could see him pumping two fingers in and out of Beth's twat, which was probably the source of the noises she was making. I didn't SEE Jock -- but I heard him...

"Hey, y'all need to lighten up..." Jock's voice said from behind me.

"Give it up, Jock," Master Jack chided him. "You know and I know we aren't hurting business and this isn't the first little party you've had back here. What's the problem? Tara? Sorry about that... Oh! Let me guess -- you're not getting any, right? Frieda?"

"I'm on it, Master!" Frieda chirped -- and Jock shut up, except for the occasional mumble about how good she was doing. I tuned him out.