Chapter 4

It had been a crazy couple of weeks adjusting to our new life. Little Katie seemed to be adapting well to her life of abuse as our slave. It didn’t hurt that after those first few days of nonstop sexploration that we began taking advantage of the other side effect of time travel.

Frankly speaking, I was rich. I’d bought Amazon, Tesla, and Bitcoin near their all time lows and now had a net worth numbered in eight digits. That made it relatively easy to get a birth certificate for Katie and now we finally had a ‘daughter’ of our own. After paying the premium to rush it, her passport arrived yesterday.

Kate and I had tried to have kids unsuccessfully for years and now we had this little creature out of time. While I was sure of what to do with her, Kate was not. She’d do what I wanted because I’ve conditioned her to do so for years, but I sensed turmoil beneath the surface. No real surprise there - after all, I was effectively molesting her and destroying her childhood. The wrinkle is that she was getting what she’d always wanted. Living out her adolescent fantasies of being kidnapped and ravished by the Pirate King. Maybe Kate was just jealous...

In any case, this underlying issue gurgled beneath the surface but was currently kept at bay by the preparations of setting out on the adventure of a lifetime. And lots of orgasms to muddy the waters.

I had hired a travel agent and set us on a path to see the world. Money opens doors people without money don’t even know exist. I’d always used whatever online booking service offered the best deal google could find, but a real agent could arrange things like private villas and charter flights and lease cars and hire guides and get us into off limits places.

I asked Katie where she wanted to go first and she said without hesitation ‘the azores.’ I knew that they existed but they’d never been on my radar.

“Why there?” I asked.

“Mom always talked about how great they were,” she shrugged. Kate nodded slowly, as if recalling a long neglected memory. “I wanna see if she was right.”

We scrolled through travelgrams and it did indeed look like a worthwhile starting point - a lush archipelago in the Atlantic with volcanoes and waterfalls. My agent, Lila, booked us a house in Horta, a small town on the island of Faial. She also arranged for a driver to pick us up and leave us with a small SUV so we could explore the island. All we needed now was to finish packing and get to the airport.

“Are you really just packing sex toys?” Kate laughed.

“Not just toys,” I said. “I have a couple days of clothes, too. But I hate hauling luggage and I can just buy us whatever we need, wherever we are. The toys might be harder to come by.”

I had a hardshell with rope, a short whip, and several plugs, dildos, and battery operated doodads the girls liked. Who knew when we’d be back and I certainly wasn’t going to stop being a pervert just because we were on permanent vacation!

Hours later, the girls had finished packing their suitcases as well. I can’t understand how it took so long for Katie considering she didn’t have that much stuff in the first place. I was used to this from my wife; it often felt like it took her longer to get ready for a trip than we actually got to spend on the trip itself.

Finally finished, I was ready to get started.

“Take off your clothes,” I told my girls. Kate rolled her eyes and complied. Katie peeled herself clean almost eagerly. “On your knees.” As they settled on the floor before me, I stroked their hair.

“It’s our last night here for a while,” I said. “Any special requests?”

“We won’t have a hard point where we’re going, will we?” asked my wife.

“I packed a ring. I think we’ll be able to get by, but it’s not gonna be this nice, I don’t think.”

“Then I wanna do some sporty up in the air rope,” she said.

“Sounds like a plan,” I bent forward and kissed them both. I crossed to the wall and took down several bundles of rope. “Lil bit,” I said, “you’re on your own for a bit. I might recruit you in a while, but for now...” She pouted and hopped up on the bed to surf on her phone - another new future thing she was enjoying.

I organized my gear and patted the mat in front of me. Kate crawled over and settled in seiza between my legs, her back leaning into my chest. I held her close for a moment, hugging over her tits and nuzzling her neck.

Picking up some rope, I quickly tied a takate kote, a classical japanese harness that held her arms behind her back and built load bearing wraps around her chest that I could hang her from. That done, I slowed down and we settled into a rhythm of touch and breath and pressure.

I led her through a series of positions we’d done before, though never the same way twice. I dragged her to her feet by the upper body harness and lifted her first by one leg and then the other, moving her body through the air forward and back, sometimes upside down. Kate loved the rush of blood to her head.

As I hung her in various positions, I caressed her flesh, I slapped her face, I choked her and kissed her. Eventually she was nearing the limit of her endurance - athletic suspension is challenging and I was making her work.

As she was hanging upside down from a single futomomo - folded leg tie - I attached a line to her chest and secured it to the bamboo pole above. I slowly lowered her leg, her body pivoting upright in the air from the attachment between her tits. She settled onto her knees, pulled into a bit of a backbend by the line on her front. I tugged her farther backward and rubbed my swelling cock against her face, her mouth opening and reaching hungrily for my meat.

I snapped my fingers to get Katie’s attention and motioned her over. She sighed dramatically, smiling, and put down her phone. She knelt right in front of Kate and placed her hands on Kate’s thighs as Kate struggled to suck my cock while she was bent backwards. I untied the last line holding her up and slowly lowered her, following her to the floor so my cock never left her mouth.

As I thrust in and out of Kate’s mouth, Katie worked to untie her elder doppelganger’s legs and I removed some of the lines from her upper body, keeping her hands behind her back, but relieving a modicum of the stress in her shoulders.

“What about you, lil bit?” I asked Katie. “You got anything special you wanna do before we head out?” I was beginning to slowly transition her from kidnapped fucktoy to real person and she was showing some difficulty adapting. She seemed to have almost totally embraced being a slave and any autonomy seemed to confuse her.

She mumbled something softly, her head bowed, as she worked at the rope.