Chapter 2

“So, just how old are you, Ms. Martin?” Mia dared to ask Dinah as we headed back to my place.

“Forty-one, but still fertile, at least for now,” Dinah reassured us as I led my captives inside.

“Okay, that’s nice, but for now, let’s get busy putting each of you in the right frame of mind. You must realize the significance of your loss. You are now my slaves. Yes, slaves. Quite legally, I now own you from top to bottom. I can legally do whatever I please with you. You belong to me. Now, as I understand the law, all of your possessions are mine as well, which is good because I could use resources like that to sustain four slaves properly.

“I want to check each of your accounts and see what happened to them in the wake of your enslavement. I need to know what I’m getting, after all. In the meantime, I’m going to donate or sell your clothing, except for what is required for rare occasions when necessity forces you to clothe yourselves. That won’t be often down south here, will it? Nah, I doubt it. We live in good ol’ Louisiana, after all.

“If I want you guys to walk naked from one end of the parish to another, you’ll do it, and I might. I won’t rule it out. For now, though, I want each of you to bend over the furniture here in front of me. I want each of you to spread your butt-cheeks, too, and show me your cornholes. Yes, Marcel, that includes you. I want to see how clean your tushes are. That will let me decide what to do next with you,” I commanded my new chattels, each of them visibly nervous as the full impact of their choices sank in with them.

They weren’t free to determine their own lives, anymore, and they were now my private property. I literally owned their asses. I could do as I pleased with them. I could spank them, fuck them, finger them, etc. They had quite literally surrendered the booty, in every sense of the word. They were mine. They were my fucktoys now, my personal playthings.

“Well, well, not too bad. Still, just to be safe, I want each of you in turn to bathe. Each other. Marcel, Mia, shower together and wash each other. Dinah, Lauren, do the same when they’re done. I want you four to be clean as a whistle, though I don’t know what’s particularly clean about a whistle, far from it. It seems pretty damn dirty, if you ask me,” I told my four sluts.

“Do you want access to my bank account now, Master?” Lauren rushed to comply with my whims.

“That would be a start. Text me your bank password,” I instructed my girlfriend and she winked at me as she did so, “not bad. That supermodel cash certainly did you some good.”

“Try mine!” Dinah urged me, sending me her password.

“Even better! Well done, but now that’s mine. Just as well. The care and feeding of slaves ain’t cheap. Let me see here. Pretty sweet! And it’s all mine, I see. I wonder if the State will act upon my legal rights and if so, when. Now, Mia, Marcel, your turns. Let’s see those passwords,” I ordered my sister and her beau.

Not surprisingly, Marcel was a bit low on the cash side, but he had some savings left. It was clear that his recent gambling issues had drained him, even if he hadn’t managed to ruin himself yet. Perhaps this whole incident was a cry for help. Well, he would get more help than he could ever imagine. Mia wasn’t too badly off, but it was apparent that she was negatively affected by her boyfriend’s gambling debts.

“Overall, not too bad. Thank you for your obedience. Now, spread your cheeks again. There, there. That’s right. I just wanted another good view of your cracks. Very nice. Now, Marcel, Mia, go take your shower together,” I ordered the happy couple.

Marcel and Mia grinned at me before they raced to the shower to clean up. It was obvious that they delighted in their new status and situation, even if Marcel had taunted me with the prospect of submitting to him sexually. On some level, my sister and her beloved found themselves to be somewhat thrilled by the reality of their new lives of bondage. I had to wonder what was at work there, but it was a promising start.

“So, I note that your natural hair color, Lauren, is not that far removed from your auntie’s red. A chestnut brown, that is. Hardly shocking, given that you’re aunt and niece. And the freckles on Dinah, the farmer’s tan on Lauren ... delectable!” I commented while pinching each lady on the bottom, “so nice that I can finally, legally do that to at least some ladies without anyone objecting to it.”

“True, Master!” Lauren licked her lips as she wiggled her tush in an inviting manner.

Dinah took things a little further by reaching out to gently stroke her niece’s butt, which just excited both of them more. I laughed and swatted Lauren myself, followed by her aunt. I then kissed both women on the backs of their necks before grabbing their buns again. They squirmed as they realized that I was in a playful mood, at least right then.

“Kiss your niece, right on the mouth,” I instructed Dinah, who eagerly planted a lip lock on Lauren, “with tongue.”

Sure enough, both women let their tongues dance together, exulting in the forbidden thrill of Sapphic incest. Dinah was the younger sister of Adelaide Martin, Lauren’s mother, had babysat all four of us at times, and had taught us chemistry in high school. Adelaide had never married, but she had been the principal at the same high school in those days. Many rumors swirled around the sisters, both of them in fact, not least about their sexuality and promiscuity. How she became principal was anyone’s guess, but at least in that role, she was respected until she strangely skipped town just four years ago.

“What would your mother say to this?” I teased Lauren.

“She’d probably join us if she could! Too bad ... I’d love to make out with Mom!” Lauren confessed now.

“I did ... several times! And yes, she’d totally dig this whole fucking scene! Yes, honey, we were lovers ... my sister and I. Why the hell shouldn’t I take her daughter as a lover, too? Yes, many of those crazy rumors about us were true ... including that we had a contest to get pregnant by Greg, Lauren’s birth father. He was a mystery man, too, which just made it so much hotter!” Dinah admitted to both of us, just as Mia and Marcel finished their shower and joined us.

“Well, in that case, make sure to have lots of fun in the shower as you two bathe, okay?” I slapped both of them on the ass as they went to replace my sister and her beau under the jets.

“Well, that was a revelation, wasn’t it? I wonder what Greg’s last name was, or did they not care?” Mia snickered as I pulled her closer and gave her a French kiss that reminded her who was in charge.