Chapter 3: Troubles of Sexuality

May 1st - May 20th, 1988

I woke alone in my bed at the Marlfield mansion, feeling completely rested and relaxed. I was so comfortable and at ease that I just laid there completely nude on top of the covers, not wishing to disturb the perfect stillness and peace after having such a wonderful dream.

My attention wandered around the room a bit, not really thinking of anything specific, just letting the objects in the room trigger whatever vague images and feelings they wished to give me.

But when my eyes fell on the tux I had worn the night before, I jerked up to a sitting position to get a better look, then exclaimed, “Holy Shit! It wasn’t a dream after all!”

After staring at the tux for a few more moments, I laid back down and had a good stretch. By the time I had finished, my little buddy was wide awake himself, and I struggled to remember where the twins were that day.

I glanced at the time and found they had they let me sleep in.

“Shit, they’ve never let me sleep this late. I wonder what’s wrong?” I mutter to myself as I slipped over to the edge of the bed and got up on my feet.

As I walked to the door, I started to realize how quiet the place seemed. When I mean quiet, I don’t just mean sounds, but symbols too. It felt as if the entire wing was empty beside me, and while I was used to that at my mansion, I had never experienced it there at the Marlfield one.

There was one mind I felt coming closer, and it only took a moment to realize it was Grandma coming to join me.

Thoughts of the sexual play we had had the night before ran through my mind. I had crossed quite a few lines with her. For one thing, I thought she probably really could suck a golf ball through a hose.

“Good morning, Grandson,” she said softly when she entered the room.

I was flat on my back with my hardon flying high in the air, though the Grandson remark had made it droop a moment.

I replied just as softly, “Good morning,” as she crawled up between my legs.

As her tongue began slowly lapping the side of my dick, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the physical sensations I was receiving. Unlike what she had done in the limo last night, she quickly moved down to my happy sack and licked in a slow and steady motion that was unlike anything I had ever had before.

In the limo, I kind of forgot about the discomfort I felt about who it was and why she was doing it, finding it resembling the twin’s techniques yet having some important differences such as sudden changes of speed. Crossing a line in the dirt had never been so ... satisfying and easy. I knew I was giving in to one of the sins I had sworn never to do, but I wasn’t the boy I had been when I had sworn those things.

When she had finished making my scrotum tingle and returned to my dick, I sat up and watched her begin to lick off the head of my cock.

I had never seen anyone make love to a cock like that before. While she was constantly increasing my arousal, I wasn’t feeling frustrated like when the twins would work me up to hold me on the edge forever. I actually thought to glance at the clock as I laid back down covered with sweat, finding she had spent over twenty minutes on just the steady licking, but now she was slipping her toothless mouth over the crown of my dick’s head.

Didn’t I mention my grandmother didn’t have any teeth? Yeah, they were pulled when she was just a young woman by her second master. While her dentures did prevent her from eating a few things, she said she didn’t regret it.

My dad was right when he said it wasn’t anything like what I had experienced before. It’s very hard to describe what her smooth curved gums felt like moving slowly up and down the shaft of my dick. And the amount of suction she used made me wonder once again if my grandmother really could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

Yet all through the steady building of her speed and my pleasure, she never once gave my empathic senses anything to feel but a constant loving need to please. She didn’t seem to be aroused by any of this at all, but it sure was making her feel happy and useful again, and I guess that’s why I don’t regret cumming as hard and energetically as I did.

I did feel a little guilty once I collected my thoughts and looked down at her still cleaning my dick off. I couldn’t help but shudder at what it all meant, but then got a hold of myself.

My grandma felt a little panicked when my hands gently started pulling her up on top of me. She knew I would be very upset later if I lost so much control of myself to fuck her like she thought I was about to do. But she was incapable of refusing such a request and she became very confused at what to do.

When I laid her down on top of me with head just below mine, she was really confused a moment, then relaxed as I gently stroked her naked back and sighed.

She really was a loving and dear woman. Grandma just had different ways of expressing her feelings towards the people she cared about. After all, she had been raised to believe that her purpose in life was to provide sexual pleasure to her owners and their peers, and in many ways, she was lucky that her son accepted her ways as he did. She would have never willingly accepted anything but the sex they had as the sign of his never-ending love for his mom.

But I was determined that I could get her to accept my love without the sex being involved. And while we laid there nude, my hands caressing her elderly body without either of us getting aroused, I knew I was laying down the foundation towards my final goal.

Eventually, she became restless lying on top of me so long, but she didn’t want to spoil the mood I so carefully had been building up and offered to try and bake cookies for me which I instantly said no.

I carefully rolled her off me, then positioned myself on top of her with my lips kissing her squarely between her saggy breasts. Even to this day, I don’t consider my orally pleasuring her to be sexual in any way. I guess I finally understood what my dad had tried to tell me time and time again about how his sex with his mom was not really sex, but love.

I’m not going to go into any more detail of what all we did together that morning in bed, but I will tell you I never got hard, and therefore we didn’t fuck. You see, we formed our own unique way of expressing our love that wasn’t sexual, yet I have no way of explaining why it wasn’t when if I did it to anyone else it most certainly would have been.

Eric came over that afternoon to spend the day with us, and he was pretty chipper when he got there since I had purposely sent the limo with Vicki and Wanda to pick him up. We were in the middle of mixing up our cookie dough when he arrived, and after sitting at the table chatting with us for a while as we worked, Eric asked if he could go play with the twins.

I told him I didn’t mind one bit, then felt it disturb my grandmother for some reason.

“Grandma. Are you jealous of the twins?”

“Jealous?” she said with a surprisingly hostile sound to her voice. “Why would I be jealous of those two pets?”

“They’re not pets,” I objected. “They’re like sisters to me. But you’re right. You’re not jealous ... You feel ... You feel like they are an insult? A personal insult? Why?”

“You wouldn’t understand Timothy.”

“Try me.”

She looked at me for a moment, realizing I wasn’t going give up without a more thorough explanation and decided she needed to sit down before saying anything more.

“I remember my first master taking me to his special room where all good slaves went to pleasure him. I think I was about six back then, not that I really know. He told me I was his greatest creation, the best of his long life’s work, and I would be the mother of an entirely new generation of servants and protectors.

“I suppose he altered my young mind at that point to desire sexually pleasuring him above all else, and from that day on I was one of three girls who he oversaw every stage of our lessons and personally nurtured us as we grew. We loved him and even to this day I think of him as my father.

“We were like princesses among the other girl slaves. They adored us while being a little jealous of us, and for my entire childhood, I never once doubted I would be anything else but one of his favorites.

“I was nine when he announced it was time for Courtney to have her first child. Courtney was sixteen, and Pollyanna was somewhere in between us, but I can’t remember if she was two or three years older than me.

“Well, Courtney had twin boys, and he was very pleased with this. Over the next, oh, I’d say five years, Courtney had another boy, then had set of twin girls after that. By the time I was fourteen, Pollyanna was pregnant for her first child, and shortly before I reached the age I could bear children safely, my master had lost all interest in me and was focusing on the Courtney’s oldest twins.

“He sold me a year later, and I was passed around like some common slave. It wasn’t until your grandfather accidentally made me pregnant with Charlie did I finally fulfill what my first master made me want all of my life. Charlie is my life’s work and I don’t regret one moment of it. But yet I still feel cheated by those darn twins Courtney had.”

She waited for me to absorb all of that, then after I went over her story in my head again, I still didn’t see what it had to do with Joy and Honey directly and told her so.

“I thought you knew,” she said before cracking a grin on her face. “I suppose it wouldn’t make much sense if you didn’t know, would it?”

“What don’t I know?” I whined.

“They,” she said with a surprising amount of disgust while pointing in the direction of where Eric had gone, “are my father’s so-called greatest creations!”

“You mean Gladius? But he’s too young. Gladius’s father then? He was your first master?”

“Now do you understand?”

“I guess, but Joy and Honey didn’t have anything personally to do with it. They’re pretty much innocent.”

“Timothy, you listen to me and don’t you ever forget this,” she said with such force that I shivered. “There is nothing innocent about any of Gladius’s girls. They are Gladius’s girls first and everything you believe them to be comes second to that. They cannot be trusted.”

“But...” I stammered as my empathic senses blasted the cold hard seriousness of her words. “But they can’t control me anymore because I’m empathic, like them. They can’t harm me.”

“That is what they want you to believe,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a sudden nervousness. “Timothy, I have just broken a sacred oath by telling you this. It’s an oath which none of His girls have ever broken before. Please don’t speak a word of this to anyone, not even your father. It would endanger you, me, and whoever you tell.”

I stared at her for several moments, finding myself unable to accept that she could possibly know Joy and Honey better than I did, or that there was truly a danger with the information she had given me. But I couldn’t deny the unwavering truthfulness I had felt from her, and I knew that no matter what the real truth was, she believed in what she had said.

“There is more,” she said, waiting for my response.

I went over and sat down in the chair next to her, peering into her eyes for a few moments before sighing and diving into her mind to prove to myself she had been misled.

But what I found only made me wonder if she did truly know of things which made the twins and even herself a possible threat to me and my loved ones.

Gladius, or at least the Gladius she had called master, had chosen my grandmother as one of his select favorites because of her mother’s and father’s strong empathic backgrounds. Courtney was, in fact, her half-sister, having the same father but two different mothers, both having been empathic before Gladius enslaved them.

I understood a lot that apparently had not ever occurred to my grandmother. Courtney had developed her empathic abilities a few years before giving birth to her first set of twins. Gladius had expected Wendy - my grandmother - to develop empathic abilities rather than Courtney because of the way he believed the inheritance worked, but by the time Wendy had reached her sixteenth birthday, he was convinced she would never develop them, and he had been right.

Courtney’s twin boys developed their own empathic abilities before they were two years of age, mostly due to Gladius’s controlling their developing minds to mimic their mother in the way she thought and felt. The two boys were incredibly powerful by the age of four, and sadly Gladius found he could no longer control them and had them destroyed before they turned five.

Shortly before Wendy was sold, she witnessed the twin girls using their combined abilities to control their remaining brother, and I instantly recognized the expression on his face. It was the same one I had seen on Eric’s, and most likely the same I had worn countless times myself.

“Why Charlie allowed them to tamper with you I’ll ever understand,” she said after I finished and sat back to relax and think. “Charlie knows most of it already, but what he doesn’t know is Gladius still has control over every one of his girls. Those two girls would betray your father the instant Gladius wishes it.”

“Why are you telling me all this and not dad?” I asked.

“Charlie can’t defend his mind as well as you can. I’m afraid to tell him or let him explore that part of my memory. But you perhaps are the strongest voice I have ever met in my life. Guard this information with every ounce of your strength, my young master. If Gladius ever found out, he would stop at nothing to make sure no one would ever learn of it.”

The buzzer for the first batch of cookies went off at that moment, startling us both. We continued to talk as we finished our cookie baking but didn’t approach the subject again. I wasn’t sure what I believed at that point, but just to be cautious, I followed her advice, never mentioning it to anyone else.

Once we had finished cleaning up the kitchen, Grandma went to take a nap while I checked on Eric and the twins. I couldn’t help but feel disturbed by the way Eric just sat there mindlessly waiting for Honey or Joy to decide and use him again. Eric’s mind was technically asleep, only having the most basic of instincts and emotions controlling his actions, and his emotions were entirely under the twin’s empathic control.

Suddenly Eric leaned forward to lick Honey’s clit with a slow and steady motion, his actions resembling the twin’s own motions as he slowly began working her up to an orgasm. My disturbing feeling fell away as my curiosity grew, and it just suddenly hit me that it was Joy controlling Eric, and she was attempting to lower her twin sister into that deep trance-like state through Eric.

Joy finally noticed me standing there watching them, and after a moment, she invited me to fuck Eric’s ass. I was tempted, believe me, I was tempted, but I decided it would be best to wait until later when he could enjoy it too.

That was the last time I allowed the twins to play with Eric like that. It wasn’t just because of my grandmother’s warning. I simply realized after Eric came to his senses that he seemed more anxious to “play” with the twins again than ever before yet couldn’t recall a single thing about what he did or why he wanted to so bad.

I found out that evening that my dad had given the twins a new freedom as his combined wedding and an early eighteenth birthday gift. I just so happened to look out the window as Joy and Honey were stepping out of a limo ... with two guys I didn’t know. The two well-built college freshmen were checking the place out, their expressions displaying the relaxed mood the twins’ blowjob had given them.

I met the group in the main hall and questioned the twins on what was going on. The argument which followed between the two silent seductresses and me completely bewildered the two young men, for they never detected the twins’ replies to my rather loud accusations and threats.

Nevertheless, they willingly followed the girls on their way to the study while I fumed and fussed, damning my father for giving them the freedom to go out and find their own playthings to seed and enjoy.

They avoided me the rest of the day but woke me in their usual way Monday morning, and I guess they “talked” me into seeing it in a different way. The “discussion” was rather long and tedious, but it basically came down to this.

Joy and Honey had spent most of their life developing their empathic abilities for the purpose of seeding and controlling men for their master’s benefit. I was pleased that they had finally stopped considering themselves as the property of my father, and they made me admit that as free human beings they had the right to use their talents as they saw fit.

How could I argue with that? I mean, what right did I have to say my mother, father, and I could use our abilities the way we wished, but they couldn’t? Yes, I didn’t like how my dad still occasionally brought back a new girl who he had enslaved, and last month I nearly disowned my mother when I found she had “obtained” three male personal “assistants” to help her through the final few months of her pregnancy.

But they didn’t mistreat them, and while these people didn’t have the choice to be whatever my parents wished, for the most part they were happy with the arrangements and enjoyed the benefits they received while living their own life whenever their services were not needed.

So I gave the twins the benefit of the doubt, knowing they would only use their toys a short while before letting them go and getting someone new. I made it clear I would be extremely upset if I ever found they had seeded one of my friends without my knowledge, then promised I wouldn’t interfere in their affairs just like I did with my father.

It was lunchtime at school by the time we had all that settled, and after kissing and making up, I suddenly had a flare of guilt concerning the one slave I still had control of.

“Hello, Sandi,” I said as the group of girls walked outside after finishing their lunch.

“Tim!” the sprouting thirteen-year-old exclaimed excitedly. “Have you come for me?”

“Yep,” I said, noticing how the four other girls were checking me out and even lingering on my package. “I didn’t know you hung around with eighth-graders. Who’re your friends?”

“They’re not all...” she said, catching on a little late.

“I’m Kris,” a round-eyed brunette said while pushing her chest forward to show off her more mature cleavage.

“Hello, Kris,” I said as I took her hand and gave it a gentleman’s kiss.

“Pam,” the meek-looking blond said when my questioning gaze moved to her face.

“Nice to meet you, Pam,” I said as I took her rather nervously raised hand and kissed it like the first.

“I’m Mandy,” the tallest of the five said, presenting her hand to me.

“Mandy with the pretty brown eyes,” I said with a wink before giving her the courtesy kiss on the back of her hand.

“And you must be Karen,” I said before the green-eyed light brown haired girl could offer. “I’m glad to finally meet you.”

Karen asked timidly, “You know about me?” before hesitantly offering her hand.

“Only from what Brad has mentioned over lunch. He’s all the time talking about his sister and her cute friend who’s over almost every day.”

“Oh,” she said as I gave her hand a kiss and a half.

Kris asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

I said simply, “I’m here to pick up Sandi for her brother.”

Mandy asked, “Why couldn’t he come and pick her up?”

“Because he had a test and I’m on the way back from seeing the dentist,” I made up quickly. “Sandi, we have to get going now.”

“Yes, Tim,” she said automatically, taking the hand I was holding out to her.

The teacher who was on lunch duty nodded his consent as we walked past him, and once I had located the last of her teachers and made sure she wouldn’t be missed, I looked over at the curious but patient girl walking hand in hand with me.

“I see you’ve been quite an influence on your friends. I half expected them to reach out and feel my crotch after I kissed their hands.”

Sandi said somewhat expectantly, “If you like, we could have them come with us.”

“I don’t think so. I need to spend some time alone with you.”

As expected, she considered that to mean considerably more than I had in mind, but for the moment, I let her dirty imagination explore the possibilities.

I wasn’t all that surprised when as soon as I shut my door, Sandi began digging my cock out with a skilled hand.

“I’ve really made a mess of you, haven’t I,” I sighed after gently stopping her hand’s motions. “Sandi, is there anything besides sex you enjoy doing?”

“I love taking care of Brad. Showering with him and dressing him. I also love dressing up for him and then teasing him with my body when I’m getting him snacks. And sometimes we dance together. He’s so sweet ... I’d do anything for him.”

“What about your friends? Don’t you like doing things with them?”

“I like telling them about how good it feels to give blowjobs and fuck, and whenever I get one of them in the mood, I try to talk them into doing things with me. Brad loves it when I videotape one of my friends playing with themselves.”

I asked desperately, “Isn’t there anything you like to do that doesn’t involve Brad or sex?”

“I...” she said before concentrating very hard on my question. “I still like reading, but I don’t have much time to do that. And when my mom takes me shopping with her friends, I almost feel normal. I kind of like that.”

“That’s the kind of thing I was hoping you would say first off instead of having to dig for it.”

After a short quiet spell, I asked her, “Sandi, do you still masturbate?”

“Suzi told me to do it at least once a week.”

“What do you think about while you’re playing with yourself?”

“I think of Brad a lot, but sometimes I pretend I’m another boy’s slave, like one of the boys in my class. And I also sometimes dream of pleasuring you, especially after Brad talks about you.”

“Talks about me? How? I mean, what does he say?”

“Man, he’s all the time talking about how much sex you have and how great it would be if you would come over and fuck me. John’s not that experienced and I’ve been tutoring him. The few times we talked Joey into do fucking me, he doesn’t put much effort into it. Brad’s the only one who loves me enough to make it feel different. So could you?”

We had reached the apartment building we used as my official residence so I could go to Oakley Sr. I didn’t respond to her question as I wasn’t sure how to tell her I wanted to free her from her enslavement.

I shut off the engine before finally saying, “That depends on you, Sandi. What do you want? It doesn’t matter what Brad wants. All I care about is what you want.”

“I want ... I want to make Brad happy,” she said as I began pulling out the commands my mother and I had placed in her mind two years previous. “I want him to be proud of me and love me, and if you let me fuck you and you like it, he would be very happy and proud of me.”

“Okay then,” I said while canceling the last of the enslaving commands in her head. “Let’s go in see if there isn’t anything else you’d rather do instead, and if there isn’t, we can fuck for a while.”

“Yes, Timmy,” she said before frowning.

I ignored her reaction since I knew very well what she was frowning about but couldn’t help grinning a little as she hurried to catch up with me at the elevator. She hadn’t instantly complied with my order, and that fact was buzzing around her head even more than how she hadn’t felt rewarded by responding to me like a slave would.

In the basic two-bedroom apartment, I gave her simple little tasks that ordinarily any slave would do without being bothered by the tediousness and obvious waste of time they were. I was impressed with Sandi’s patience and self-control, but when I called her over from stripping and remaking the two beds, she let out an “Oh good,” which no slave would have ever done.

“Don’t you mean oh good, Timmy?” I said with a convincing stern face.

“Oh, sorry.”

“I’ll let it go this time,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her beside me. “Tell me more about what you like doing.”

“Yes, Timmy,” she said with a bit of a hesitation. “I think I like going over to Karen’s house and playing with her dolls. She has almost...”

She gasped slightly and just barely pulled away from me when I started fondling her left breast through her shirt, but she instantly recovered herself and continued.

“ ... almost twenty of them and they all have several sets of clothes. One time when she was changing a guy doll and I was changing a girl doll, I had my doll give her’s a blowjob, and after I told her what that was, I started showing her other things too. Sometimes I pretend Brad is a big doll when I’m dressing him, but he doesn’t like me thinking that way about him.”

“Is Karen your best friend?” I asked before pulling her shirt up without any warning.

“I, uh ... I guess so. Ouch. I mean, before I tasted that candy, Jennifer was my best friend. But she doesn’t like talking about sex with boys, and Karen seemed the easiest to...”

“What’s the matter, Sandi?” I said before giving her left nipple another lick.

“I ... I don’t know. I think something is wrong. Please stop doing that?”

“Don’t you like feeling your Master’s tongue on your body?”

“I ... I...” she said, extremely confused.

“Maybe you’re just nervous about me finally thinking of fucking you. Brad wants you to do it so badly, and you want to make him happy, right?”

“I guess that could be it,” she said before shuddering as I licked her nipple again. “It does make me feel kind of nervous, but now it’s starting to feel better.”

My sarcasm having backfired on me, I was tempted to go even further with her right then, but I realized to do so would probably just cause her to block out her discomfort out of habit and compound the problem.

“You were saying something about Karen being the easiest. Easiest what?”

“Easiest to talk into trying stuff.”

“Like what? Tell me what you and she did.”

“I asked her if she ever felt the tingles down there, but she wouldn’t say she had until I told her about how I like to play with myself to feel them. After that, she would ask me questions like when I did it last and if I had tried anything different that I hadn’t told her about before. It took me a couple of weeks before she agreed to let me show her and a whole month before she would do it in front of me. I got that on videotape though,” she said proudly.

I asked, “What’s the last thing you talked her into doing?”

“Letting Brad lick her. He was so happy that she finally let him do that. The next step is...”

She was frowning again, so I said, “What’s the matter, Sandi?”

“Huh?” she said, letting her confusion slip away. “I just was thinking how big Brad is, and how much it hurt when it happened to me the first few times.”

“You don’t like the idea of Karen going through the pain you went through, do you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Does making your brother happy mean so much to you that you would trick your friends into making the same mistakes you made?”

“I’m not tricking them into anything bad. I love the way my brother makes me feel. I want to share that with them, even if it means it hurting a little at first.”

“You like having sex.”

“Yes.”

“You like having sex a lot?”

“Yes.”

“Is it just sex with Brad you like? Or with anyone?”

“I ... I’m not sure. I think it might be anyone, but I know I love doing it with Brad.”

“What about me? Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Of course, you’re my...”

Again her face filled with confusion, her expectations and feelings conflicting with each other on the matter of my masterhood.

“Sandi,” I said looking into her eyes with compassion. “When I made you a slave, I did it thinking it would help you get better from what the dreams and those men did to you. I never meant for you to stay so focused on sex that you see it as something you should do all the time. I wish Suzi or I could have spent some of the last year with you and Brad. We would have made sure the two of you worked towards having you find other things to enjoy. You’ve focused so much on Brad and manipulated him that the two of you have lost focus on what you were supposed to be doing.

“We can’t change what happened, but you can still find other things to like besides making your brother happy and having sex. You’re as recovered from the fantasies and what those men did to you as you’re going be, and just you talking to me like this is the proof. You’re no longer anyone’s slave, Sandi. I’ve set you free. It’s up to you if you still want me to fuck you or not.”

“I’m not yours anymore? What about Brad? Am I still his?”

“No. You’re your own owner. You don’t have to call anyone master, and you don’t have to do what Brad or I tell you to do.”