"Julie, how well do you know Bill and Lynda?" Erik asked.
"Not really all that well, Master. Every dealing I've had with him since he took office has been professionally, so it's hard to know what kind of person he is. As far as Lynda, I know there was some trouble involving her and the owner of one of the mines here. The owner's son went to prison, the mine was closed, and nine months later, a very young Lynda was a mother. I think she's a nice girl, but not very popular with the town's people because they think she had somehow caused the mine to close. I don't know much more, Master."
Erik smiled softly. "Well you'll get to know them better; they'll be here after dinner."
Everyone stopped in shock, and stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. He gave them a sad smile. "Lynda is a lonely woman. She doesn't have many friends. When I went to ask them if they wanted their trucks plugged in, I caught the two of them in the shower together. Lynda answered the door in panties and a wet t-shirt. She didn't know that her t-shirt was wet and see-thru until I had her look in the mirror. She wasn't flirting with me, but she did want to say thank you for giving them the room.
"When I figured out that she had been in the shower with Bill, she panicked and was on the verge of tears, begging me not to tell anyone. I promised not to share that knowledge with anyone except you guys." Erik saw his mother turn pale, and Julie looked nervously at Tammy and Heather.
"Will you guys just relax? She isn't going to arrest us, or cause us any problems. She just wants to be friends, and to reassure herself about Tammy, and that Julie and Heather are doing this of their own free will. But mostly she needs friends that she can just relax around. She did tell me what happened to her when she was younger, so I know something of what she's gone through.
He took Lynda's wet panties out of his pocket and laid them out on the table, so everyone could see them clearly. "She gave these to me as a gift for 'my ladies'. She said that we could share what goes in them later. I would guess that she wouldn't mind a tumble in the sack with any of us that might be interested every now and then. She'd like to bring her daughter Kaylee by too. Does that sound like a person that is going to cause us problems?"
"No she doesn't, Master. May we get some clothes on before they get here then?" Olivia asked.
Erik just smiled evilly at her and took another bite of his supper.
"She's sooo hot!" Tammy said. "Do any ugly women live here?"
Heather chuckled, and Julie grinned. "Oh yes, Mistress. When Heather and I first moved here, I remember commenting on how anyone here ever had any children because the women were so ugly. Heather laughed for an hour, and almost every time she saw a local woman."
"When I learned later that, at the time, there were frequent power failures up here, I told mom that she had her answer. It was her turn to laugh for an hour!" Heather said still chuckling.
"Although, I'd have to admit, the female scenery around here has greatly improved over the last eight years or so. Some of Heather's classmates were pretty homely. Now though, I think there might be one or two ugly girls left in that school. The boys on the other hand are just like ninety percent of the men around here; painfully ugly, egotistical, abusive, alcoholic, loud-mouthed Bastards!" Julie said shaking her head ruefully.
"In other words, typical rednecks?" Olivia asked.
"I think that might be insulting the other rednecks, but yeah, pretty much," Heather replied. "If our relationship is ever discovered..."
"Then there will be a lot of rednecks either in the ER or the morgue," Erik said with considerable menace in his voice. "No one will ever harm any of you; if they do, it will be given back three fold. No one will ever insult any of you in my hearing."
Julie shivered at his tone of voice, and hoped she would never hear it directed at her. Tammy looked like she wanted to have her virginity taken; here, now please. Olivia looked at her Master, and wondered where her peaceful son had gone, while she slipped another paper napkin under her pussy. Heather's nipples looked like they could cut diamond and she was breathing deeply while staring at him intently.
"Uh, so ... what happens after Lynda leaves?" Olivia asked to relieve the amount of sexual tension building.
"The three of you will assist me in raping a twelve year old girl, whom I happen to love very much. By the way, Lynda wanted to watch that. Then until we can get the proper equipment, we'll have to do things the hard way, so Julie and Olivia will help me whip Heather, before we tie her up and I take both of her virginities and try to make her pregnant. Then, I need to complete a certain slave's punishment by forcing my cock up her ass while Tammy eats her dripping cunt. Then, if I still have the strength after all that, I need to take my newest slut's ass as well. Any questions?" Erik answered seriously.
For the second time during dinner, everyone had stopped eating, and was staring at him again. This time however, instead of fear, Erik saw unbridled lust, and a deep seated desire. He was in serious trouble when Lynda left... if his slaves waited that long.
Not much else was said the rest of the meal, at least verbally. Heather had decided that Erik needed to be fed by a beautiful naked nymph sitting on his lap. Since she was the perfect person for the job, she volunteered. She fed him a bite, then offered a small sip of his wine. When he took the sip, she leaned in to lick his lips clean, and kiss him, only to back away and repeat the cycle. When he caught her making the bites of food smaller and smaller, he chuckled.
He had her lift up so he could unbutton his pants and lower them and his underwear. He forcefully turned her so her nipples and breasts got pressed into his hot lasagna and lined his hard dry shaft up with her soaked back door. He pulled her back almost hard enough to penetrate her. She was shuddering in pleasure and praying he would pull her back and impale her.
He reached under her and forward to her dripping pussy, to diddle her prominent clit. She must have been closer than he thought because she immediately started a howling litany. "Oh! ... Oh my ... Oh FUCK! OH FUCK YES! MY MASTER! GODS YES! TAKE ME MASTER!"
He felt her rear hole stretching open to swallow him, and he felt her love juice flowing over his fingers and down his cock.
Once again his cock began to penetrate her. He stopped it though, and sat her back on his lap. She was almost in tears from desire, and the hot cheese dripping from her nipples certainly wasn't helping to douse her fire.
He used a rough paper towel to clean her breasts off, as she leaned against him shivering. He kissed her ear, and whispered, "Not quite yet, little slut. Your ass will be mine too, just not quite yet. I love you, and I want this to be special at least the first time."
"It will always be special if you are the one doing it Master. However, I understand what you want, and I love you more for it. I'll try to contain myself until you decide it's my time Master," she said softly back to him.
"Thank you my sweet, loving, slave. Now let's finish dinner, and no more making the bites smaller, or I won't take your asshole tonight," Erik said and bit her neck.
Her reply was to spear the entire piece of lasagna he had left on his plate and offer it to him. He laughed at her antics, and dinner proceeded ... well, not normally, but without any more distractions.
At seven, Heather answered the phone and, after clearing it with her Master, told Lynda that her Master was expecting them. However, only one person entered the office a few minutes later.
When she finished removing all the cold weather gear, and gotten used to the naked slaves running around, she explained that her father had begged off coming down, claiming to be overly tired from the day. Once she found out that neither Lynda nor Bill had eaten, Julie asked for, and received, permission to take a plate of lasagna up to Bill. Lynda found herself sitting at the table with a plate of food in front of her as well.
She seemed to have a hard time not looking at one of the nude women running around. She was amazed at Heather, who seemed to have developed an almost supernatural sense of where she was in relation to her Master. She also had the smell of a very aroused woman that Lynda was beginning to realize all these women shared.
It did unnerve her somewhat to realized she was one of those women. She had thought that maybe being alone with him in the room had been what had made her relax enough to let him touch her. Watching the loving way he interacted with these women, his women, she realized, made her sorry that she wasn't one of them. However, her body was still responding to them, to him, as if she were.
Her biggest worry had been that the little girl, Tammy, was being pressured, or otherwise coerced into having sex with her brother. However, Lynda had found that she had to constantly remind herself that Tammy was in fact only twelve years old, and not eighteen. Also, if anyone was being coerced, it was Erik. Tammy was definitely lobbying hard to put an end to her virginal status.
Age of consent might be the letter of the law, but this very intelligent, attractive, young woman was the exception ... to a lot of rules. Even Erik didn't seem his proper age. He acted and comported himself as a much older man. Hell, she knew men twice his age that acted like spoiled ten year olds!
The only clean clothes that Lynda had with her, had been the coveralls that she put on when dealing with accidents or other messy situations. She hadn't had any clean underwear except socks. Her panties were hanging in the bathroom of the motel room because she'd had to hand wash them. The pair she had given Erik had been a spare pair she'd carried for emergencies. Between Erik's visit, and what her father had done to her, those panties had been soaked. Since she had planned on wearing the coveralls anyway, she'd also washed her bra, and the other pair of socks just in case.
All that meant that she was totally nude under the coveralls that she now wore, and she covertly pulled the zipper down to between her breasts. She doubted that anyone would notice with all the model quality, nude women already running around, she still got a small thrill out of it.
Lynda wiped her mouth after cleaning her plate. She drank the last of her wine and was just sitting back, when a large, perfect set of breasts almost pressed themselves into her face. Lynda had to stop herself from simply sucking one of those plump morsels into her mouth, so she looked up into the twinkling, soft brown eyes of the their owner.
"My Master has a wonderfully hard cock for you to set on later, if you would like to have a more comfortable position to use me in," Heather said softly, winking sexily as she cleaned off the table.
Before Lynda could recover, Tammy sat down on her lap, facing her and, reaching into her unzipped top, took both hard nipples in her fingers. "Erik said you would like to watch him take my virginity, would you?"
Lynda's pussy was rapidly becoming a swamp, first from Heather's comments, now this little imp was all but seducing her. All Lynda could do was nod in reply.
Tammy smiled. "I think I might like that, however, I'd like for you to do a couple of things for me before I agree to let you watch him shove that wonderful pole of his up my tiny pussy?"
"Anything," Lynda replied softly as she was panting. Tammy was pinching her nipples, and caressing the woman's breasts as she worked the zipper farther down.
"Careful Deputy or you'll be wearing my collar before you leave here tonight. We wouldn't want that now, would we?" Tammy said looking into the older woman's eyes.
Lynda was so turned on that all she knew was this little bundle of warmth on her lap. "Yes," She replied breathlessly without realizing what she was saying. Her eyes had sagged almost closed as Tammy drove her fires higher. When she did realize what she had said, her eyes shot open to look at the smiling girl on her lap. "Uh, I mean ... Uh, no, we wouldn't want that. I meant, uh ... what would you like me to do for you so I can watch?"
"Well, I happen to think you are a very beautiful woman, so I would like you to get naked for me so I can enjoy looking at your body," Tammy said sexily to the older woman.
Lynda gently helped Tammy off her lap and stood, peeling the coveralls off as she did so. She was totally unaware that everyone else in the small apartment was watching the two of them closely.
When Lynda sat back down, her small lover gently caressed her now exposed breasts. "Very beautiful." Tammy said and snaked one small hand down between the larger woman's legs. "Oh my, someone sure is soaked! Is all this for me, pretty lady?"
Lynda was completely under Tammy's spell at this point, and was shaking with effort not explode in orgasm from how the girl was stroking her pussy. "Yes it is, baby."
It wasn't lost on Lynda that her own ten-year-old daughter was actually physically larger than the woman on her lap. That thought excited her more than a little, though she knew that her daughter was no where near mature enough for this.
Tammy leaned in and sucked on one of Lynda's earlobes. "I think I might need someone to suck Erik's cum out of my tiny little pussy later. Do you know of anyone that might want to do that, Sexy? I'm pretty sure it'd feel so good; I'd just have to return the favor. I'm developing an obsession for bald pussies you know."
While Tammy slowly drove their guest insane with desire, Erik led Heather over to the bed. Olivia and Julie followed holding hands. Olivia whispered something to Erik who smiled and nodded agreement. Julie took her daughter's hands and pulled her over to the big dresser, while Olivia dug around in one of her suitcases.
Erik sat on the edge of the bed and watched as the two older slaves prepared their youngest sister to give her virginity to their master.
Olivia brought over a pair of white thigh high stockings, while Julie pulled out a frilly lace bra and panty set. Olivia took the bra and helped Heather put it on; it wasn't easy since Heather had the largest breasts of all Erik's women. The bra was too small, but not really by much, since Julie had gotten it for her own ample chest.
Once Heather's glorious orbs were contained; Julie knelt to put the tiny thong panties on her baby girl. Just before she finished pulling them up, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss just above Heather's dripping slit.
When Julie once again stood, she picked up the last item she had set out. It was a simple white lace choker. Julie had tears in her eyes as she held the small piece of cloth out to Heather. Heather smiled back at her mother, now sister, and reverently took the strip of cloth. She kissed her mother softly, then kissed Olivia before stepping past them to kneel once again before her Master.
She knelt in complete supplication, and held out her hands; the strip of cloth rested across them in offering to him. "I am Heather. A simple, undeserving slave girl. I beg you Master to claim me as your own. I offer this simple piece of lace to stand as the symbol of your ownership. If you accept me, and place this around my neck, I will only remove it to clean it, and my body. From this point forward, if you claim me, I will wear this symbol forever. Please Master; take me as yours, forever."
Tammy and Lynda, having sensed something important was going to happen, had moved to get a better view of the big bed. Tammy had stripped out of her clothes, and was sitting on Lynda's lap, cuddling. They had stopped playing with each other to watch Heather give herself to Erik.
Without saying anything to her, or touching her, Erik quickly took off his clothes, since he was the only one still dressed anyway. He whispered to his sister, "Do you mind if she goes first, love?"
"How can I mind?" Tammy asked, smiling lovingly at him. "Show her how much you love her, Erik. I can ... occupy myself until it's my turn."
Erik kissed her tenderly, then once again took his place on the bed in front of the kneeling Heather. He took the lace with his left hand and one of her hands with his right. He pulled her up, removed the panties, and gently pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. He had her raise up so he could place the head of his cock at her opening after getting it covered in her slippery juice.
"Slave Heather, I accept you as a friend," he put a kiss on her cheek, as she watched him with tear-full eyes. "I accept you as a lover," He smiled at her, looked down at the genitals and nodded to her slightly. Her eyes got big as he put his hands on her hips and pressed her down, forcing his cock through her hymen and up her tiny passage to press against the opening to her womb.
Heather cried out in orgasm as the pain of her Master finally taking her pushed her into nirvana. She fought hard to remain aware of her surroundings though, at least for a few more minutes. She was shaking, and tears of utter joy and love poured down her face as she once again focused on her Master.
"I accept you as my mate, though I don't yet have a ring for you," he kissed her tenderly, and her shaking only got worse. "Finally, I accept you as my slave." He lifted the small strip of lace, and tied it around her slender, yet muscular neck, as she held her hair up.
Erik looked deeply into her eyes, and she looked back. "You are mine."
Heather saw desire, and lust, but mostly she saw the love he had for her, and the echo's of his love for the others. The bond between Erik and herself would be special, not like that between his other three ... make that four, lovers. She could feel the deep emotional link that went far beyond Master and slave, or Husband and Wife. Erik was her soul mate. "I am yours, forever Master. I love you."
"I love you too, Heather," Erik replied and unclasped the straining bra to release her breasts. Holding her still impaled on his cock, he stood, turned them around and lay her on the bed. He moved them so they were both on the bed, and kissing her passionately, began making love to this wonderful creature.
From the minute he lifted them, Heather had started to cum. She felt his cock press past her cervix when her weight mostly rested on their joined genitals. When he got her into position on the bed, and began moving in her, she realized that the previous orgasms had only been the foreplay for the main event. The pain from her recently deflowered pussy blossomed into a roaring, screaming, pleasure that only built and grew. Heather had never felt anything like this before, and was intensely grateful for whatever quirk of fate had let her keep her virginity for this man.
Erik could tell his lover was quickly reaching the point of no return, and he knew it was going to be a big one. He felt his own rapidly approaching peak, and knew he needed to get her there soon. Though somewhat difficult to reach, he kissed down to the area of her breast over her heart, and began sucking, hard.
Heather, who had been moaning louder and louder as her pleasure built, felt his lips on her breast, and the sharp pain of him marking her. The full, raw, tidal-force of her orgasm slammed into her like a tsunami making landfall. She screamed as her vision spiraled down into total blackness.
Erik felt the incredible tightness of her pussy get considerably tighter, and more moisture poured out of the girl. He had a hard time forcing his cock back into her, but was so close to cumming himself that he managed to, somehow. His balls spasmed, and he felt his cock pulse as the first spurt of semen left his cock deep in her newly opened vagina.
His own groan of completion was drowned out by the full throated scream Heather blasted out. For a moment, he was afraid he'd hurt her as she fainted, but he saw the tender smile on her sweat coated face.
He rolled to one side and tenderly brushed the hair out of her face that had stuck to her forehead. He felt the bed shift as someone gently climbed on, and looked up at Julie's tear streaked face. She offered him a damp, warm washcloth, and smiled tenderly at her daughter. "Thank you, Master. You granted her fondest wish."
Erik gently wiped her face, and chest with the cloth; kissing the places that he'd cleaned that he could reach, and waiting silently for his love to wake up.
"Yes, my Master," Heather purred before opening her eyes to look up into his.
"Yes what, my little slut?" Erik asked lovingly.
She smiled softly up at him. "Yes, my Master."
He chuckled and kissed her softly on the lips. When he pulled back, he winked at her, then gestured for Julie to come closer. When she was close enough, he guided her head to her sister-slave's slimy pussy. A moan escaped her, as the woman got busy licking up the tasty mess.
Erik had rolled more onto his back to make room for Julie and Heather. Looking beside him, he saw Olivia, kneeling beside the bed watching him. He reached out and gently took a handful of her hair. She tried to fight the grin on her face as he forced her face to his own sticky crotch.
Heather and he held hands and kissed while their mothers attended to them. However, loud moaning got their attention. Naked Lynda was sitting in the easy chair, with one leg up on each arm rest. Tammy was kneeling between her legs with one small hand stuffed in the older woman's very stretched pussy. Tammy was fucking the woman with her whole arm, and Lynda was cumming hard from it!
This chapter has been edited by BobMc.