Chapter 9

“Money can’t buy happiness, but it can make you awfully comfortable while you’re being miserable.” ― Clare Boothe Luce

“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.” ― Mark Twain

One year later...

“Chet, Sally, Kelly, Morgan, Trudy, Connie, Katie, Martina, Melissa, Melinda, Nina, and Desiree, I have something to announce to each of you. I have decided that Chet should finally be allowed to breed. He should have some skin in this game now. Besides, I love the idea of mixing the genes up a bit. So, Chet, you will have your vasectomy reversed when possible. You’ll breed Sally first, of course, as she’s your main squeeze. Follow that with Trudy, Connie, Katie, Morgan, Nina, Desiree, Melinda, and then Melissa.

“We’ll have a big fucking brood around here, but that’s just fine by me. We’ll have the money, the resources to take care of them, especially between us. Well, especially with my funds, of course. Thanks for your patience, Chet. I’m sure that you understood that my breeding alone in the recent past was my way to assert my dominance and authority as the patriarch of this here tribe or clan or whatever you wish to call it. We’re basically a very large, extended family, of course. Any questions?” I announced it to the assembled group at breakfast that morning.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you’re cool with it, Master. It would be an honor. But what after that? Who breeds them next after I do?” Chet asked me, by now very comfortable with his role as one of my slaves.

Yes, by now, they were all collared and tattooed sex slaves, every last one of them. They served me, did whatever housework needed done, watched the brats, and whatever else I commanded them to do. They took turns cooking, cleaning, etc. There were only two babies by now, the twins that I sired on Melinda, Hilda and Zelda. The rest were toddlers now, from Hannah and Heather (my twins by Melissa), Jenna (my daughter by Trudy), Jessica (my daughter by Nina), Lauren (my daughter by Desiree), Becca (my daughter by Katie), Marisol (my daughter by Connie), Megan (my daughter by Morgan), and Vicky (my daughter by Sally), to Stacey (my daughter by Kelly). Everyone knew their place and were happy with it and we all did our part as co-parents, raising this brood as a team.

“After that, we’ll take things naturally or play it by ear, depending upon my whims, of course. Just as you’re ‘Uncle Chet’ to my brats, so I’ll be ‘Uncle Frank’ to yours, naturally. The kids will know nothing else, so they’ll be used to it. We’ll maintain our ironclad rule of not exposing them to anything that they’re not supposed to see, of course. The sex stays in the proper rooms except when the youngsters are distracted or absent for whatever reason, under the right kind of supervision,” I reassured my harem, even as my hand slid under every skirt in turns.

Luckily, the little ones were asleep right then. I had waited for all of them to go to bed before I held this meeting. It was still Sodom and Gomorrah in my house, as I preferred it, but I kept things discreet enough that I didn’t traumatize anyone. In that sense, it especially helped that I was ultimately in charge. I could set the rules, and while we discussed things freely, had safe words, maintained the principle of consent, yada yada yada, my word was finally law. It was understood that there were edicts that I would enforce and they all surrendered willingly to that dynamic.

“So, I will need to go under the knife again, but this time, to undo the last operation. It’s the only sense in which I envy Martina. She never needs to go under the knife again. Her fix is rather permanent, after all,” Chet alluded half-seriously and lightheartedly to Martina’s orchiectomy (castration).