Chapter 64

Master was seriously pissed about the whole announcement thing Saturday; it was going to make collecting suitable playthings a lot more difficult. I think we both expected the Brocks to call begging off, but they didn't. Nonetheless, Master spent Saturday evening fussing and fuming -- and I ended up getting skewered in the butt while he bled off his excess irritation. It really wasn't that bad, once we got going -- maybe because I was trying to help and not going, 'Omigod! He's sticking that broom handle up my ass!' Penetration hurt some, and he wasn't terribly gentle, but once I was used to it, it started to feel pretty good! His balls banged my split and thumped against my clitoris -- and it wasn't hard enough to hurt, merely cause flashes; I realized that an orgasm was possible from anal sex, once I got used to the penetration phase. Probably, if I hadn't been a little behind the curve from that, I'd have managed one that time...

Master could be a study in contradictions. Awake, he would appear to be reluctant to give praise or even tolerance; he could be brutal and standoffish. Asleep, he would clutch me to him, trying to touch every available square inch of his skin to mine. Master had needs and desires -- and while they were sometimes complementary, they weren't the same...

Reggie was another point. Master was gruff with him, and called him names -- but the names were delivered in a tone that Reggie knew was more tolerance and amusement and playfulness rather than being abusive at all. Master cared -- and it showed, right through the gruff noises. He didn't have to -- Reggie wasn't his -- but he did, and Reggie -- and I -- knew it immediately.

I could question Master about this or I could keep my mouth shut; I chose to do the latter, instinctively. Digging in Master's background and playing psychoanalytical games was certain to piss him off, I figured.

There was nothing, awake or asleep, that Master had demanded of me that I wasn't prepared -- even happy -- to give. He could -- probably will -- find something -- but he hasn't yet. I've fully settled into what most people would consider to be a weird mind-set -- but I'm really comfortable with it! Master challenges me, and it's my job -- my goal -- to succeed at it, no matter what it is! The challenges are all a part of the thing -- I get my satisfaction from having succeeded. This whole couple thing, for instance -- it's a challenge. Master may not get what he wants from it. But I'm doing my very best -- and I get recognition for it, one way or the other. If I fail and he beats me -- or worse -- I'll have earned it. In the past couple of days, it has become clear to me that, brutal as he acts, Master is unlikely to kill me. Fucked in the butt? Been there, done that -- and it wasn't that bad. Rings in my nipples? Other women do it. Pulling a long, long train of guys? If that's what Master wants... What other threats has he made? Making me go naked doesn't seem to have any teeth as a threat like it would on Earth; everybody else in my situation is. Fucking me in VERY public places? We're past THAT, too! Oh, he'll find something; I'm kind of looking forward to it...

Sunday afternoon came and we were fashionably late -- maybe fifteen minutes -- an interval carefully calculated by Master to make the Brocks edgy. Master swept into the room, with me following at the proper location to be at heel. Right away, he had a complaint to offset anything Janine might have said about his late arrival: "The three of you don't understand the proper Presentation positions? Not even Attention? What have you been learning in classes?" He turned to me, "I thought they were knowledgeable?"

I shrugged; I was already AT Attention. "They were for me, Master."

"So you respect concubines, but..." Master glowered. I nodded to myself; Master was off to a good start... Meanwhile, Penny had flowed smoothly into Presentation One and Drew was settling into Attention to her left, leaving an open hole in the center for Janine -- who was angrily and clumsily settling in last. Janine was going to be a real lightning rod for Master's ire, I predicted. Master stood there, poker-faced for a few moments, then turned to Penny and said gently, "Attention will do for now. Thank you for that sign of respect." Penny beamed, of course, under the stroking. "Why don't you come around on my left?" he added, pointing. "Andrew, please mirror the position on my right. I want you all to be able to see one another." This put them in a 'U' with Janine at the base, facing Master directly, Penny kneeling facing him on his left, and Drew kneeling facing him on his right. Master was dealing with them very formally and very coolly -- with the exception of Penny, who was getting some warmth. Master turned to Penny and asked, "Are you wet?"

"Yes... Sir," Penny said carefully, nodding.

"Exactly right," Master approved. "I am not yet your master." Squatting, he added, "Let me see..." and slid his hand between Penny's spread knees as she knelt there. Characteristically, he didn't look at her; instead, he watched Janine directly -- but I think his attention was more on Drew, who he was watching out of the corner of his eye. I watched Penny's nostrils distend as she took a breath while Master probed her slit. Master removed his hand and smelled his fingers. "Very nice. What do you think, Andrew?" He shoved his fingers under Drew's nose. "You needn't tuck your erection, Andrew -- in fact, I'm interested to see what causes you to erect, so spread your stance..." Andrew did so, and his cock popped up; I doubt seriously if ANYONE could have avoided that under the circumstances, but it was STILL embarrassing for him to throw an erection at the smell of his daughter's juices. "Very fresh, don't you think? Go ahead, get a taste. I'm assuming that you haven't ever tasted your daughter's snatch..." Master poked his fingers at Drew's face -- and Drew opened up, then blinked stupidly, realizing what he'd done. Janine was almost purple in the face from watching this and not being able to say anything. "Clean them off, will you, Andrew? I'll want them clean for comparisons." Master looked down at Drew's erection, pointedly pretending to notice it for the first time. "You react like a male, at least. The smell and taste of your daughter are exciting, then? Go ahead, you can admit it..."

"Yes," Drew croaked, hanging his head.

"I doubt seriously that you'll be getting any, but you never know -- not that it will likely be any occasion for wild excitement on Penny's part if you do..." Master murmured, disparaging Drew's erection.

Turning to Janine, Master asked, "Is there a problem?"

Janine croaked, "No."

Master pursed his lips. "Sir."

"Excuse me?" Janine was clearly distracted.

"No, SIR!" Master rasped. "You need to pay attention to Penny -- she is properly trained and you are not..." Master paused. "Say it..."

"No Sir!" Janine's response was a bit surly. Master made shift to ignore it; I had a suspicion why, too... He didn't own the trio yet; Janine would need to be lulled into believing that she could get away with things. Penny was handled already, and Drew was a sheep; only Janine needed serious focus...

Master delivered that focus. "So, tell me, what do you have to offer, Janine? What makes you incredible? Why would I want to put up with Andrew for your sake? Why shouldn't I just make an offer to young Penny and leave it at that?"

I watched Janine rock. It took Master only seconds to put her in her place and make it clear that she needed to bring something to the table. "I... uuh..." Janine licked her lips.

"Are YOU wet?" Master challenged. "It wasn't clear to Bitch, here, whether you enjoy sex or not. Do you?"

"Well, yes..." Janine muttered.

"You're wet? Or you enjoy sex?" Master pressed.

"I... enjoy sex," Janine stammered.

"With THAT?" Master pointed to Drew's cock -- which I swear shrank visibly!

"Well..." Janine flicked a glance at her mate that contained some apology. "Some, anyway."

"Penny, please help your mother correct her position," Master said quietly.

Penny looked over at her mother, "Momma, you need to spread your knees. Mas-- I mean, Sir -- should be able to touch your pussy."

Janine spread her knees; Master squatted and attempted to reach in and directed, "Wider. You have big thighs. Have you always been big like this?"

Janine, for whom the shoe was DEFINITELY on the other foot, widened her stance further and mumbled, "No, Sir -- well, not quite, anyway."

I saw the next piece coming; Master turned to Drew and asked, "Is she telling the truth? Was she this big when you married her?"

Drew thought about it and actually surfaced some balls -- I think because he'd been pinged pretty hard a couple of times, "Well, not quite, maybe. She was always... sizeable."

"So if I bounced her back to eighteen, say..." Master asked, still pretending (and he WAS pretending -- he could have gotten in there) to try to reach Janine's vagina.

"She would shrink some," Drew replied. "Her breasts would look better, too." Janine blushed furiously, but she was too distracted with Master's hand to glare at Drew.

Master nodded. "Good to know. Maybe from the rear..." Master circled behind Janine. "Oho! What's this?" He looked at me. "Come here, Bitch! Why didn't you tell me about this?"

I circled around behind Janine and knelt up. "What, Master?"

"That's a LOT of ass!" Master remarked. "A regular tympani!" He grabbed a big double-handful. "What am I supposed to do with all that?"

"I assumed that you would find something, Master. Is it too big? Should I look for another family?"

"Hmmmm..." Master drew a fingernail along the crack of Janine's ass from the top past her cringing asshole and beyond, finally sliding it between her pussy lips. "Andrew, how much of this is likely to go away without serious modification?"

Andrew actually showed some teeth. "Thirty percent?"

"Damp, at least," Master muttered, while driving a finger deep into Janine's pussy. "So, did you own a dildo? A vibrator?"

Janine was starting to make little noises -- and Master's finger, driving into her to the palm, was making wet smacks. "Y--yes..." Janine gasped. She was looking at Master over her shoulder -- but facing Drew. I could see Master's play; he was isolating them already -- and giving them the wrong reasons to enter his service. Janine would do it to be vindictive -- and because Master was challenging her to prove her worth. Drew would do it, despite being belittled, to see what Master would do to Janine and get back a little bit of his pride, if only vicariously. Penny was the simple one; she believed -- more or less correctly -- that all she had to do was give Master her undivided loyalty and obedience.

"That explains why I'm not touching your cervix, I guess," Master mused. Drew flinched. "So, Andrew, how's her orgasmic response?"

"Okay, I guess..." Drew muttered; undoubtedly, it had been some time since he'd seen it. Both Drew and Janine were aware that Drew had entered a minefield; Janine gave a snort.

"Penny," Master directed, "Lie down on the floor in front of your mother and see if you can get your hand between her legs and get to her clit. You know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Yes, Sir!" Penny nodded brightly.

"If you can get at it, work it; let's see if we can get your mother off." After a moment, he added, "Do yourself, while you're at it -- I'll look over your mother's shoulder to see how you do." Penny obediently flopped on her back and worked her hand between her mother's thighs; Master gave me leave to rise and watch as she stuck her left hand in her own crotch. Janine started rocking and grunting and clenching her ass cheeks; Master leaned up beside her and said in her ear, "You can orgasm -- I want you to -- but don't break position; your hands stay on your thighs and you can't get up. Face forward..."

Seconds later, Janine began to shake and a red flush of arousal spread across her face, neck and chest. "I'm gonna... OGOD! AAAAUUUUGH!!!" Janine rocked and weaved and Master's fingers in her twat made wet, sloppy noises.

"I think we're done," Master mused. "Have you ever tasted your mother, Penny?"

"No, S-sir..." Penny was close -- very close, her fingers whirling over her clitoris.

"Lick your fingers -- get a good taste... Go back for more, if you like," Master directed. Penny did as she was told and you could see the effect on her; she sent her fingers back for a second sample and, sucking them, began to whine and arch herself, surging up from the floor and crashing back down, hunting for a cock that wasn't there... "Agh! Ugh! UUUHHH! OGOD! YYYYYYYYESSSSS!!!"

"Very nice," Master muttered. I had to admire his control; I wanted to finger myself, BAD!

"So, Andrew, have you had Janine's big ass?" Master asked conversationally. Janine flinched. "Eh, I guess not..." Master eyed Drew's cock and it was Drew's turn to flinch. "Maybe a little fun between the buns, huh?" Master wet a finger in Janine's juices and wiped her bung with it, then dipped into her for more and swabbed her anus again. "Has anyone been in there, Janine?"

"No," she croaked. Janine was wobbling some from the aftermath of her orgasm.

Master rubbed her crinkle with the finger. "Well, open it up for me; I can't pass on a target like that one... Push, like you're going to take a crap..." Janine was beyond arguments; she bore down and Master's finger pushed inside her. "Yeah. Messy. You didn't prepare for anal sex, did you?"

"No... Sir..." Janine was hurting some, but she was also surprised; apparently, it wasn't all pain... Master, satisfied for now with having forced the opening, merely worked on widening it.

"How does that feel?" Master asked Janine.

"I... I..." Janine gasped.

"Kind of odd, huh? I bet you didn't expect it to be that sensitive. Most people don't. Penny, let's tip the scales with a little more clit work, please..."

"Yes, Sir!" Penny went back to work. Janine started to wriggle and clench again.

"Feel the invasion?" Master murmured. "Fingers are easy; you get comfortable fast, after which it becomes pleasant... How's that?"

"Oogh! N--nice!" Janine gasped.

"I think we've all learned something today," Master mused, withdrawing the finger. "We're done, Penny. Please resume your position." Master eyed his finger, then eyed me. I'm not stupid; I opened my mouth. It was nasty, but I suspected that it was minor compared to what would happen to Janine at some point in the future when she left Master's cock gooey. Janine couldn't see it, but Penny and Drew could. "You really need to work on being clean, though. Penny, I assume you've trained for this? Including preparation?"

"Yes, Sir!" Penny beamed as she resumed her position.

"We'll have to educate your mother..."

Drew was straining at the leash, of course; he'd just watched both Janine and Penny masturbated to orgasm and his cock was rigid. Master circled back to his original position and eyed Drew's erection, murmuring, "I guess we should see your response, too. Bitch, wrap your thumb and forefinger around Andrew's scrotum at the base so he doesn't get too excited and go anywhere, then see if you can find his prostate with a finger. Andrew, you may masturbate..."

Despite my grip on his balls, Andrew groaned as he began; I spat on a finger and rubbed it on his asshole, trying to get it wet... "Use Andrew's spit," Master directed, so I moved the finger back and forth between Andrew's mouth and his asshole; he didn't seem to care how depraved it all looked -- he was too deep in trying to get off. I doubt that Janine had given him anything in the way of relief in some time. He accepted my finger without a whole lot of complaint, long nail and all -- and merely whined as I began probing for his prostate, then...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

"That's it!" Master cheered, "Try to hit Penny with some!" I could feel his balls climb up his scrotum and then release several times as he blasted away, his cum arcing onto the floor, most of the way to where Penny knelt. "Impressive!" Master mused. "Now we know how Penny made it into the world..." He looked around. "Nothing to wipe up with... Penny, would you like to taste Daddy's spooge?"

"Please, Sir?" Penny almost started hopping.

"Not from the source, now. You can lick his hand and you can wipe it off his pee-pee with your fingers, but no mouth on cock action -- understand?"

"Yessir!"

"Go to it." Master eyed Drew. "You, unfortunately, have another item to clean... Bitch..." Master waved and we both knew what was required; I presented my finger and Drew, grimacing, cleaned it. There was probably a lot more collected under my long nail than had been under Master's -- and I had gone quite a bit deeper... Master watched Drew and Janine watch their daughter collect her father's cum; I think Drew was happy to pay the price of the ticket, but Janine was thinking about that -- and what had happened when SHE got HER orgasm. It was going to be easy to turn Penny into a collection of fuck holes -- she was eager to get there. The effect on her parents as she sank deeper and deeper would no doubt be a part of Master's entertainment.

I watched Master watch Janine, gauging her, trying to decide what needed doing to ensure her vote. In the end, he decided to keep it verbal, "Well, you two will probably be some trouble, but Janine may be salvageable with some work and Andrew may yet prove entertaining. Penny, Bitch, we'll have our work cut out for us bringing them into the fold, but..." he shrugged. "I'm going to relax over here with Bitch; you three make up your minds. If your parents don't want to go, you and I can deal separately, Penny..." He turned away so that only I could see his tight grin. That last well-placed shot would do it, undoubtedly... We moved to a corner; Master settled into a chair and had me kneel between his legs, facing the center of the room while he mauled my nipples, making them itch and tingle and burn. I wanted him in me, bad -- and he knew it and he teased me quietly, his lips at my ear, taunting, while we watched the trio...

This guy was scary! He was a master manipulator; that much was clear. Penny was clearly happy to do anything he wanted her to do -- and there were extremes in the offing; Hell, there had ALREADY been extremes! Penny had masturbated me and sucked my pussy juice from her fingers, then cleaned her father's spunk from his gooey little cock! The problem was, the school had prepared her for a master and there he was and she didn't NEED us -- she could just say 'yes' and she would be gone! Our only chance to hold onto her and maybe limit things was to go, too...

I didn't know WHAT the Hell to do! The things he did to me -- the things he SAID to me -- were they the kind of 'testing' that represented the edge of the envelope for him, or were they -- as I suspected -- only a preview of things to come? What was his grand plan? The woman -- 'Bitch' as he called her -- seemed capable of doing anything -- and the stuff she said yesterday came back to me as just what she'd said it was -- a warning and an explanation. The things he did... I worried and pondered and guessed with the front of my mind, but the back kept whispering, 'He made you cum...' It was... disquieting. Drew could make me cum with his tongue, if he worked at it, but he seldom lasted long enough these days to make me cum with his cock; he was just too small and too fast and I had to be really close to make it -- just barely. Generally, it just wasn't worth the effort anymore. Sometimes I would just jerk him off, then go off and use the vibrator I kept in the bathroom to get mine. What if this guy wanted all kinds of weird shit? Hell, was there any chance he DIDN'T? The man stuck his finger up my ass on our first meeting! 'And he made you like it,' my hindbrain whispered.

What choice did I have?

I surfaced; I'd been ignoring Penny, who was bubbling all over the place. "Sweetheart, I'm sure he seems great, but there ARE other fish in the sea -- ESPECIALLY for you! This guy isn't your sort of normal, 'Let's fuck occasionally and won't you look cute pregnant' type -- he's going to want to do kinky things -- and I mean LOTS of them! I can't predict how far he'll go, but you could end up being the party girl for whatever they have that's closest to a motorcycle gang..."

"Oh, Mom! You make everything sound like 'Law and Order SVU!' So WHAT if he wants to get a little crazy! I want to live a little, not just pump out babies every nine months!" Penny objected.

"Well, be careful what you wish for!" I retorted, "You might get it!" I turned to Drew, "Well?"

"What choice do I have?" he whined. "I'm along for the ride -- and it could get bumpy! I don't stand a snowball's chance in Hell alone..." He eyed me. "What are YOU gonna do?"

"He scares the shit out of me!" I admitted, "But there's an attraction..." Drew looked down in the mouth; I'd hurt him without thinking about it. "I'm sorry, Honey," I muttered, mending fences; we needed to present a united front. "But it's better than if I hated the looks of him -- I have to sleep with him, you know..." That really didn't help...

"Yeah, lucky you. I hope to God I don't..." Drew muttered.

Somehow, up until that moment, I hadn't taken the idea seriously. I had this sudden vision of that poor bastard from last Sunday with Drew's face pasted over his -- and I'm not real proud of some of the feelings it provoked. I covered it by saying, "He let the woman poke your ass..."

"Yeah. I masturbated with a finger up my ass, rubbing my prostate..." Suddenly, I realized that Drew was scared shitless... The size of his cock had always been an issue, even when we were in love and Penny wasn't even thought of yet. This guy hadn't been careful of his manhood -- Hell, he'd fixed it so I wasn't, either!

"We don't have to do this..." I muttered. "There are other..."

"Yeah? Show me!" Penny hissed. I found myself wondering how she could be the soul of cooperation for that pervert, but her own parents were the enemy...

"You can do better, Sweetheart," I argued as gently as I was able.

"Can you?" she shot back. "This is the one and only guy who has made an offer! Maybe I can do better -- but I might have to leave you and Daddy to do it! Can you find anything better without me? Can you find ANYTHING?"

She had me there. SHE could find something -- probably fairly quickly. I MIGHT, alone. Drew wouldn't, probably -- and my chances were worse if I held onto Drew. Our best chance was to ride Penny's invisible coattails -- and thus far, this is where we'd gotten... This time next week, we would probably be in a transient hotel or barracks or something -- split up. We were halfway to the colony already -- or maybe more.

"So, Momma, what's so bad about him?" Penny asked. "He's been nothing but nice to me..."

"He really hasn't been that nice to your father and me," I pointed out.

"You're not trained. You don't know the rules," Penny argued. "That will get better. You act like he hit you or something; the worst he did was try to get you to call him Sir!"

"There is a threatening aura about him," I objected weakly. "He's rude and crude..."

"He's gonna run things, Momma -- he doesn't have to be nice. You don't like him because YOU can't run things -- well, you can't, ANYWAY! If you don't butt heads with him, he'll be nicer..." Penny retorted.

"What if he isn't? We get one shot, here!" I shot back. "If we guess wrong, we're stuck! Look at his other woman! Do you think she was BORN with the name 'Bitch?' What is he going to call me?"

"Okay," Penny said, looking away. "Tell him no."

I didn't like the look on her face. "Penny..."

"You don't have to mess with him," she muttered. "Go tell him no."

"What are YOU going to do?" I asked quietly.

"Tell him maybe."

"Jeezus..." Drew groaned.

"If you want, I'll ask him for you, Daddy," Penny offered.

"All right! All right! All right!" I conceded, rolling my eyes, "We'll say yes!" There was no talking her out of this and Drew would follow her if he could -- he HAD to! I had the option of going my own way, or bowing to the inevitable -- something I'd really wanted to do the whole time I was playing Devil's Advocate, anyway. Yeah, he scared me shitless, but there was an attraction, just as I'd told Drew... Taking their hands in mine, I led them to 'The Man'... As we approached, I looked closely at them; he had been playing with Bitch's nipples for a while... She was clearly shaking and aroused; the insides of her thighs were shiny with her juices. As we approached, he whispered something in her ear and let up -- and she slumped, visibly, but gathered her wits to pay attention...

"We accept," I announced.

The AI's voice boomed, causing everyone in the room to jump, "Affirmation must be executed on an individual basis." Was it my imagination, or did Bitch's lip quirk?

"I accept!" Penny was in a mad rush to get it out.

"I accept." Drew said quietly, looking carefully at no one.

"And I accept," I finished.

"Troy Powers?" the AI prompted.

"I accept all three," our new sponsor announced. "I like to be called Master -- so that's what you'll call me. Understood?" He eyed me directly.

"Yes, Master." I'm not a total idiot! The other two got it out, too.

"Kneel up again -- within reach. Bitch, up on the chair arm." We sort of did the horseshoe thing, just closer in. Troy beckoned and I knee-walked even closer until he stopped me by reaching out and collecting my left boob in his hand. He began kneading it. "Pretty big. Andrew, were they like this before Penny?"

"No..."

"You had more to say? Speak plainly," Troy prompted.

"I don't want to be rude."

"Given the choice between being rude and truthful and withholding information from me, I'd recommend that you be rude and truthful," Troy said quietly -- but there was an undertone, there...

"They weren't as nice as Penny's," Drew blurted.

"More like yours?" Troy asked quietly.

Drew flinched. "Yeah."

"So where did Penny get her tits?" Troy said lightly. "You didn't sleep around on poor Andrew, did you?" he asked me.

"Andrew's mother," I supplied. "She had those as a young girl. I saw it in pictures..." I HADN'T slept around on Drew -- but here I was, rushing to defend myself! Troy just pursed his lips and nodded. Letting go of my boob, he said, "I've seen your ass and those thunder thighs. Penny, get up, turn around, and bend over -- I want to see your clam. You, too, Janine..." After a moment, when we were both facing away, he added, "Andrew? It only seems fair..." I looked to my right and watched Drew slowly get up and turn around. We all watched over our shoulders as Troy fondled butt cheeks and probed pussies -- first Penny's, without probing her hymen, then mine; he stuck two fingers in me. Then he rubbed Drew's ass a bit -- not even playing with his asshole -- but I thought Drew was going to cry. "Okay, then, everybody up! We're going to Medical!" Troy announced. "Penny, one step behind on my left. Janine, you have the right. Drew, one step behind Penny; Bitch, you have the right rear. Don't let anyone get lost!" Off we trooped behind him... "If I stop, go to Attention where you are. Andrew, use the standard form outside my quarters -- hide your erection. Inside my quarters, you can spread yourself like a bitch."

He didn't rush, but he wasn't slow. At least three times, he stopped to see what we would do. I found myself hoping he took fifty pounds off me so I could kneel more quickly. I'm not real sure, but I think we took a roundabout route, too -- the AI wasn't directing US and so I wasn't certain -- but there were a lot of twists and turns... Finally, we made it.