Chapter 4

The girls and I had a long chat about their pasts and our new family. Ass had been heavily abused and used as a slave for many years. She remembered very little of her previous life, other than growing up near a lake. She had no idea who her parents were, or even what her real name was.

‘Butt’ was actually Betty. She didn’t remember much of her past either.

‘Pussy’ was actually Priscilla. Her family had moved from Mexico to Arizona, so her parents could get work picking vegetables and fruit. She had seven brothers and sisters, whom she hadn’t seen since she was kidnapped and made a slave three years ago. She wasn’t sure if she was in the country legally or not.

Molly was an only child and hadn’t seen her parents since she was abducted two years ago. Her mom was a doctor and her dad was mayor of a city in Vermont. Once she saw on tv her parents had offered a fifty-thousand-dollar reward for her safe return. Molly admitted that she pretended to love oral sex, to reduce the chance of guys wanting anal with her. She had a lot of bad experiences and was very afraid.

I told the girls that in the spring we would arrange for them to go back to their families if they wanted, otherwise they were welcome to stay with me. I reminded them any time other people were around, they should call me Gary. They could call me ‘sir’ instead of ‘master’ if they wanted.

“Molly, yesterday I had you stretch your butt and get ready to do anal with me today.”

“Yes, master. I think I’m ready, but I’m scared, really scared. Please don’t make it hurt?”

“Molly, Priscilla, Betty, Ass, I love all of you too much to hurt you on purpose anymore. None of you will get painful punishments after today. No more spankings, no more gross food, no more painful butt sex. At least not unless you ask me for it. I want you all to be as happy as you made me. You don’t have to do anal with me Molly. Give me a kiss.” She kissed my chin, then kissed the head of my cock, and sucked until I gave her a sperm sample.

When I finished, I said; “Priscilla, there are no more painful punishments. Your punishment for getting Molly drunk the other day, is that you’ll be the house whore tonight. If anybody wants some sex give Priscilla any kind of reward, cigarette, alcohol, or candy, and she’ll get you off any way you want.” I handed her a piece of candy and said, “Wrap your pretty little cunt around my cock, house whore!” I kissed her neck, as she giggled.

I kept Priscilla sitting still on my dick quite a while, as the other three gave her items and had her tongue-fuck or finger them.

After all three of the other girls had Priscilla get them off a few times, I slowly fucked her and watched her smoke until I came.

“Betty, get a washcloth and clean us up.” She did.

After lunch, I said; “Time for Ass and Molly’s ceremony.”

“Ass, do you want Molly to be your slave baby?”

“Yes, I love her.”

“Molly, do you want Ass to be your slave mommy?”

“Yes, I love her so much!”

“Molly, to show how much you want her to be your mommy, lube up your fingers and hands, then put as much as you can inside Ass. Put as much of your hand as you can inside her asshole, then try and climb inside her cunt with your other hand. Get your face in there.”

Molly gently tried to put as much of herself inside Ass as possible. “I wish all of me could have been inside you, mommy. I love you so much!”

“Ok, now remove your hands very slowly. This symbolizes Ass giving birth to her new slave baby.”

“Ass, put one finger each in Molly’s pussy and ass, and French kiss her to show her how much you love her.”

Ass did, for a long time, and brought Molly to orgasm.

“Any time Molly is afraid or uncomfortable, she can hug Ass and suck on her tits. If Molly gets any dangerous chores or punishments, Ass can do up to half for her. Any time Ass wants, Molly will lick or finger her to orgasm. Molly will light all of Ass’ cigarettes and take a puff each time. Any time Ass has any kind of sex, Molly will assist. Molly will always call Ass ‘Mommy’, and Ass will always call Molly ‘baby’.”

“I now pronounce you slave mommy, and slave baby.” They French kissed, then Ass hugged Molly’s face to her breasts a long time.

After dinner that night, I got everybody together in the living room. “We have one more ceremony today. I want us to become a family, and that takes trust.”

“Each of us will let all the others do any one thing they want with us. There will be no punishments for whatever you do. If you’re mad at somebody, or somebody hurt you and you want to hurt them back, you can. If we want to be a family, we need to show we can trust each other. If you are mad about something I did to you, here’s your chance to get back at me. I won’t do anything bad in return. Priscilla, go get the sex toys and lube. Butt, go get the punishment tools.”

“Ass, your turn first, do anything you want to me.”

Ass said, “Hold me, and say you love me. Please, I love you so much master!”

I hugged her tightly; “I love you being my slave too, Ass. You please me a lot.” I gently held her face in my hands and French kissed her.

“Betty, your turn. Do what you want with me.”

Betty walked to the kitchen, and came back with a plate, and put it on the floor. It had a big scoop of mustard and five pickles. “Eat!”

I reluctantly took a taste of mustard and ate most of a pickle. It wasn’t very appetizing at all.

“That’s enough. Now you know what it’s like.” She put the unbitten pickles away and cleaned the plate.

“I was trying to get you girls to tell me what you want, so I could help you get it, at least part of the time. I’m sorry it was disgusting.”

Betty hugged me; “I forgive you master! I love you.”

“You aren’t a bad slave. I know you’ll improve.”

“Priscilla, your turn.”

“Kneel and bend over, face on the floor.”

She smeared something gooey on my butt. I felt something small go in and out of my asshole several times.

“You made me do anal, and I didn’t want to!” She got a wine bottle from the kitchen.

I was very afraid, but managed to stay quiet.

“I was so scared, and you put your big cock into my tiny little hole!” She spanked each of my butt cheeks once.

She pulled my hair, and said; “And do you know what!” I started to shake a little involuntarily.

She held the wine bottle in front of my face, then moved it out of my line of sight, toward my butt.

“It barely hurt, and you were right. It’s ok with you, because you’re careful not to hurt me. Sit up.” I sat, and she hugged me. “Thank you so much! I love you master!” We kissed.

“You’re not a bad slave either, Priscilla. I’m glad to own you.”

“Sweet little Molly’s turn!”

Molly said; “I said I didn’t want to, and you made me smoke. It’s so disgusting and gross!” she went to the kitchen, and came back with a 2 liter-size mixing bowl.

“You don’t like sugary cereal? Eat it! Eat it all!” There must have been half a box of cereal in there, and only enough milk to moisten it a little. She had also mixed in a bunch of small candies.

I stirred it up and took a spoonful. VERY SWEET. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t too bad. I took another spoonful. SWEET SUGAR SUGAR. I struggled to eat a third mouthful. YUCK! STICKY! SO INTENSELY, CLOYINGLY SWEET! ACK!

I forced myself to take a fourth bite. I was overwhelmed and disgusted by the sticky, gooey sweetness. I started to gag a little. I felt like a taffy grenade had gone off in my mouth.

“Do you like it master?”

I shook my head, as I choked and tried not to vomit. “Please let me stop? Yuck! Please?”

“I’ll finish it for you, if you do one other thing I want?”

“Ok, ok, anything but more sugar!”

“Hug me and call me ‘baby’ the rest of the day! I love you master! I wish you were my daddy!”

“Yes baby, I love owning you too!”

“I won’t make you smoke any more as punishment. You just have to light your mommy’s cigs for her.”

“Thank you master! Thank you!”

The girls took their turns with each other. Most of them were “Hug me” or “lick me til I come”.

Priscilla told Betty, “Hug me and let me play with your tits.” It was nice watching them cuddle and fondle each other’s boobs. They told each other, “I love you!” and kissed a few times.

The interesting ones were between Priscilla and Molly.

Priscilla said, “Molly, I want you to eat three candy bars.” Molly smiled a lot, then Priscilla finished; “While you sit on the biggest dildo you can fit in your ass!”

Molly suffered through it, then told Priscilla; “Sit on the kitchen floor and smoke three cigarettes.” Priscilla smiled, and Molly continued; “After you drink three beers! No moving until you’re done!”

Priscilla drank unhappily, she didn’t like beer. She pissed herself while smoking the first cigarette, and Molly wouldn’t let her move until she finished all three. She sat in her puddle of piss at least twenty minutes.

I realized these two would take a lot more work.

I said “Clean up the floor, together. Molly, put one hand on the mop, Priscilla, put one hand on it too.”

It was pretty funny watching them try to work together, the mop went all over the place. Just cleaning the kitchen floor took them over ten minutes.

“I need to do something about your little feud. Until supper time, Molly will sit in Priscilla’s lap, facing her. Every time somebody says one of your names, you’ll kiss and say, “I love you.”

“But master...”

“I don’t want to master...”

“Stop! If you want to be part of a happy family, you have to do your part to make it happy. It’s not a punishment. I think after the first few kisses, you two will start to actually feel it, and “I love you” won’t just be something you have to say. To make sure, put your fingers on each other’s nipples. Gently! no pinching or being mean. Now French kiss for a whole minute.”

The two of them reluctantly did what I told them. After a little while, they actually started to enjoy it. I saw their fingers gently teasing each other’s nipples. I let it go well past a minute.

After awhile they moved their hands down to the crotch of each other’s jeans and started rubbing each other. Molly put her hand down the front of Priscilla’s jeans.

“Time’s up. Time was up five minutes ago.” I smiled and kissed each of them lightly.

“Since you want to anyway, strip, then fuck until you can’t anymore.”

I sat between Ass and Betty, as we watched the other two girls have some very hot lesbian love. They sixty-nined for a good half hour, and each came at least 4 or 5 times.

When they were done, I told them. “I guess we don’t need the kiss and say I love you part. Remember how this feels, soak it in. The next time one of you gets upset with the other, remember that she made you feel this good, even if something she does bothers you.”

“Betty and Ass got pretty hot watching you. I want you to show them how you feel, too. After dinner, Priscilla and Ass will French kiss for a minute, then do what they want, and Molly will do the same with Betty.

“In the meantime, I think we should clear the air about any bad feelings. If anybody makes you angry or upset, or hurt your feelings, I want us to be able to talk about it calmly, knowing we love each other. Say something like ‘It made me sad when you made a mess and I had to clean it up’ or ‘I was unhappy when I had to eat mustard and pickles.’ Nothing about the other person, just about your own feelings. Don’t say anything like ‘You’re a terrible evil person because you made me do laundry... ‘ Does everybody understand?” They all nodded.

“Ok, Ass, tell us your feelings, calmly please.”

Ass began, “I was really worried when Molly got drunk. I was scared she was going to die. Please don’t make worry like that!”

“Does everybody understand, does anybody have questions?” None.

Priscilla said, “I’m so sorry I scared you. I don’t want to hurt Molly anymore. I’m sorry. I love her now.”

Priscilla, Molly, and Ass hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks.

“Good, we’re communicating and understanding each other.

“Molly, do you have anything you want to talk about?”

“I’m sorry Priscilla, I don’t want to make you feel bad. I love you too.” The two of them hugged.

“And master Gary, I still want you to be my daddy. I love you too.” I hugged her.

“Do you have something to talk about Betty?”

“Well, I, uh...”

“It’s ok Betty. We love you, and you’re safe here. Please, what are you thinking?”

“Master Gary, I love you. You’ve been great to all of us. You give us good food and other things we want, and you’re not mean to us. Please don’t be mad when I say this. Slaves need a good master. Without a master they’ll die. We need you to be a good master. But you’re bad at it. No cages, no chains, hardly any punishments. You’re really good to us, but as a master you suck. I’m afraid you’ll fail us because you’re a terrible master.”

“Betty, I think I understand. Most masters are mean, and hit you a lot. Do you think I should do that too? We don’t have cages here, but why do you want them? If you really want to leave, you can. I want you to stay because you’re happy here.”

“But master, that’s not how it works! There are rules! Slaves have to obey or be punished! Please! Either be a good master, or find us one?”

“Does anybody else feel that way?”

Priscilla reluctantly nodded. “I’m a little worried too.”

“I want you to understand, you can be safe and happy being part of a family. You don’t have to be a slave to be ok. We can’t go anywhere until the snow melts in six months, and we have all we need right here. If you run off in the winter, you would be in huge danger. I don’t want you getting hurt. Can you at least watch how things go, before you try to leave or anything?” She nodded. “Promise me that you won’t try to leave until summer? If you are still unhappy and want to leave, I’ll give you some money and take you to Coldsaw in May, then you can try finding what you want. But don’t try to go until then. Promise me?”

Betty and Priscilla hugged themselves, nodded, and started to cry.

“I promise I won’t make you leave, and I’ll make sure you have food and anything else you need until then. I really hope you decide to stay.”

“I have gifts for all four of you, some things you need, since it’s winter.”

I brought in the boots and the fur hats. The girls were all very happy.

“I want to be sure you’ll all be safe. All four of you, promise me you won’t go farther from the house than the wood pile if it’s snowing.” I had a rope tied from one end of the wood pile to the back door, to find our way if the snow was blowing bad. “In a blizzard you can get turned around and lost, and go miles and miles in the wrong direction. If you get lost in the snow, you could easily freeze. The closest help is Dave and Mary, six miles down the road.”

“If the weather is good, don’t go any farther from the house than the wind generators on top of the hill, or the big tree by the end of the driveway? Please promise me?”

“I promise.” “I promise master.” “Yes master.”

A week after the big storm ended, the temperature warmed up to a nice four degrees below zero. I decided we needed some outdoor fun. “Since we have lots of snow, and it’s not too cold outside, we need to do an old tradition, the arctic plunge. I’ll start up the sauna. Once it’s nice and toasty, we’ll sit in there nude ‘til we get too hot, run outside and jump in the snow, and run back in the sauna. It’s great!”

The girls were less than excited, but went along with it.

They were dubious at first, but we had great fun running back and forth, jumping in the snow, rolling around, throwing snowballs at each other for a minute or so, running back in to warm up, then doing it again and again.

It would become a weekly tradition any Friday the temperature was above -10.

The Friday before Thanksgiving, we were having our usual nude snowball fight, when I saw a snow machine in the distance, coming toward us.