Chapter 12

The breakfast for dinner idea worked out superbly, of course. The blueberry crepes in particular were delicious, as were the omelets that Josie cooked up for us. Of course, Pierre and Manuel assisted her as sorta sous chefs, given the necessary quantity for that size of crowd. In any case, it turned out beautifully and we all enjoyed the hearty meal with plenty of booze for anyone not pregnant. The rest of them stuck to sparkling cider and other such beverages, of course.

We all joked and flirted wherever we sat and ate, with everyone and their uncle going out of their way to tease me as well as each other. As people brought out the weed and smoked it in short order, that naturally relaxed everyone. A convivial atmosphere was present all around, with plenty of frivolity and mirth to entertain us. We were all naked, too, of course, which just added to the gaiety and sensuality of the occasion. Josie and Pierre were definitely excellent hosts to all of us, not even treating Manuel as the help.

Naturally, more than a few of them also sat on my lap while we ate and drank, taking turns so as not to monopolize me. No one wanted to be the jealous little bitch who ruined the fun and games for everyone else, after all. The overall attitude was one of “keep it cool, but keep it hot, too.” Before too long, my cock was very hard and I wasn’t alone in my arousal at all. Everyone was more than ready for another orgy when the excellent supper was consumed.

“So, if we all fucked you, Josie, how long do you think that it would take for you to get knocked up? I have in mind a gang-bang for you at some point in the near future to help you conceive. When that will happen, and whether or not you’re already pregnant by that point is hard to say, but it’s a fine excuse to do a gang-bang, anyway, right? Hell, I think that each of the ladies here should have a gang-bang at least once or twice with us ... and every man here should have a reverse one as well,” I suggested while everyone’s blood was up and pumping now.

“Everyone gets a gang-bang at least once? Sweet! Can we film it? I would love to film it! We should have gang-bangs for the new ladies, too, right, and also hold new gang-bangs for the old ones so that the novices can participate, too, right, bro?” Kara upped the ante, which I didn’t think possible prior to that.

“Well, sis, you know how to tweak a good idea and make it even better. But that’s why you’re my partner in this. We can devise plans and improve upon each other’s that way. I absolutely agree with that. So, maybe we should arrange for three gang-bangs per weekend. One on Saturday night, after supper. One on Sunday morning after breakfast. And one on Sunday afternoon after lunch. Which gives us time to recover Sunday night before getting up Monday morning for work.

“Which reminds me that I need to get a job now. I’ve graduated, after all. Conquering the world might take some time and I need to contribute to the family budget, to provide for us. It’s been a nice last summer break, but I need to do something with the daylight hours during weekdays. A lot has changed in the past month or so, but I would have needed a job pretty soon, in any case,” I suggested.

“Oh, I have the perfect vocation for you, bro. Pornographer. Take pics of us, direct amateur smut flicks, that kind of thing. It will bring in a lot more money than some minimum wage gig, which is what you’d get right now at your level of education and experience, you could use your power over us to make the operation run smoothly and efficiently, and we could all cooperate with you in this. Plus we could do our other day jobs, if we have any, in the meantime to help ease the transition,” Kara proposed with her delightfully lascivious mind.

“I’m game for that. Plus it tracks with our true professions: high priest of Baal and high priestess of Ashtaroth, respectively. And acolytes in the case of the twins. We also need to sell a bit of property to add to the communal fund, if you will, though we will also purchase some land near the Rockford estate in order to expand it. We might end up keeping some of these houses ... or reacquiring them later, but for now, we’re all living together, anyway. We have to manage our resources carefully and improve our mutual financial standing, if you will,” I stipulated with considerable pride in my sister’s acumen.

“What about my ... apartments?” Trina wondered openly.

“Don’t sell those yet. They’re lucrative. Same with your buffet, Damien. Keep anything profitable around for as long as we can benefit ... financially from it. And as long as we can use them to help recruit people, which we’ve proven that we can. If it generates continual income, there’s no need to unload it just yet. You being a landlady can be quite handy in many ways, trust me. You never know what we might do with an empty apartment, for instance,” I instructed my thrall, who beamed with pride at knowing what she added to the bottom line.

“With so many of my staff and patrons now being thralls, that’s an excellent way to help convert folks, isn’t it?” Damien grinned at that prospect.

“Yes, if for no other reason that it’s a social hub and you have plenty of knives with which to cut ourselves and make more thralls with our smeared blood. Plus, I want to use the location to increase the number of incidents of public lewdness and draw more publicity, so we can convert members of the Fourth Estate to our fertility cult. Of course, there will be a shortage of outrage and a lot more voyeurism involved, given the change of the past month, but that’s rather useful as well,” I gladly concurred with his thought process.

“Which reminds me that we need to seduce Henri, Claire, Dean, and several others. As well as Marilou. And her husband. Cliff Pratt. I don’t feel guilty about my intimacy with my boss, just that her husband was left out of it. Well, he can belong to Kara, while she belongs to you, my dear Master! I could tell that she was as attracted to you as she was a bit mystified by you. No shocks there, of course. You’re a young, handsome stranger who projects a strong sense of authority, even majesty,” Audrey told me while kissing my face repeatedly.

“Why, thank you, my dear Audrey. I love the way that you think ... and yes, owning Henri and his restaurant would be quite useful as well. We also need to add your ex-boyfriend, Silvio. He can even become your boyfriend again, as long as you both become thralls and you remember who is your Master and he who is his Mistress. Kara and I will take priority over your relationship. Oh, and that Teresa friend of yours would be another handy addition,” I reminded her as well.

“Plus, there are those others that I bedded over the last month. I’m sure that they’d be open to an encore, from what I’ve seen. And Henri’s wife, just to name a few. And the other staff and patrons of Henri’s, naturally. It could be very nice for all of us,” Audrey proffered, proving just how wild and wanton she truly could be, given a chance, “and I would love a reunion with Silvio in particular. Yummy.”

“Poor guy’s not gonna know what hit him until it’s too late, and by then, well, he’ll be in thrall heaven or whatever. None of you thralls seem to actually mind being ... thralls, after all. Not from what I’ve seen. You seem happier than you’ve ever been in your whole lives, in fact,” I smiled at Audrey.

“Touche. We love it! Who are we kidding! It’s a spectacular way to live, at least for us. We don’t have to stress over decisions. We just have to take orders, do our duties, and fuck around. By the way, I hope that we lure Mindy ... and Natalie into becoming thralls, too,” Uncle Spiro now added his two cents.

“She was quite delicious, and I don’t doubt that Natalie would be, too. Plus they’re friends of our daughters, our Mistresses, I should say. I don’t doubt that they would enjoy having their way with them. They seemed excited to learn that you bred Mindy, for instance, babe,” Aunt Sophia teased her husband as well as their dominant twin daughters now.

“We absolutely were thrilled, yes. And about Mrs. Erin Campbell ... and that Icelandic girl, Hildegaard what’s her name, and all of the others. We must absolutely convert them if possible. Particularly the Mormon missionaries, who need to stop wasting their lives on celibacy and proselytism,” Chloe asserted.

“Oh, and who were those snooty friends of yours, Kara? Shouldn’t they be added to the tribe, too?” Zoe asked my sister now.

“Oh, yes, Charlie and Daisy. Among others. Naturally. I look forward to the look of complete shock on their faces when they learn that my brother, who they only thought was my geeky cousin, proves to be their Master. Oh, and I propose that the two Mormon missionary guys become thralls to the twins, along with Erin Campbell, Hildegaard Whoever, Mindy, and Natalie. We can’t shortchange our acolytes, and their parents’ lovers seem obvious choices for their thralls,” Kara urged me.

“Yes, that makes complete sense. They can’t all be my thralls and yours. Most of them, sure. But some must belong to the twins. They are excellent acolytes, certainly so far. Maybe, once we expand, we will acquire more acolytes and they will have thralls of their own. That is one way to spread our influence over this world, don’t you think?” I encouraged my sister’s generosity.