Chapter 6

During the following weeks, life took on a certain routine, if one can speak thus of my slavery.

I shave my hair every 2 days and I’m now able to do it without Grace’s help and without cutting myself.

I’m getting my new clothes every week and although from time to time I have to fuck or at least give a blowjob to the person there, it’s rarely Marco! Luckily, because the few times he’s there, he still reeks really bad!

I continue to teach without too many problems, although Sarah and Anthony’s group are forcing me to fuck with them every time I teach them. That’s not much of a problem now. I’m used to it and to be honest, I climax many time in these moments. Not to mention that Sarah eventually stopped pulling my hair! Eli Webb and Xavier Olson get better with my advice and make me cum almost every time they fuck me. As for Leo Wright, he now has a girlfriend named Candice Barnes, another of the students in the class he has with me, and he hasn’t asked me anything since.

Kylie studies very seriously and hardly need my help anymore, except for particularly difficult problems. Not to mention that she has already read almost all the material for her future history class. She will most certainly finish her studies at the end of the school year!

My job as a model for Lydia’s classes have also become easier and if I am really honest, I must admit that it has now become strangely exciting. Being naked in front of students, especially those in my math class, get me wet. I’m not sure if it’s because of them or more because I know that after the class, I will be fucked and get to climax, but I don’t care.

To break the routine, from time to time, one or more teachers bring me into a classroom and force me to have sex with them. Some are good lovers and I climax with them, but that’s not always the case. Because unfortunately too often, Charles Grégoire or James Morris, come with members of their band to fuck and humiliate me. I always have a bad time with them. They almost never make me cum and usually, they seem to do everything they can to hurt me.

With the exception of those, my university life is not so bad. Especially since my sex appetite has increased considerably in recent weeks. Much like the saying appetite comes with eating, having sex regularly made me want to have it more regularly.

Kylie helps a lot with that, as we continue to have sex almost every night.

But most of all, I always look forward to the evenings with Mr. Bentley. They always follow the same pattern:

When I arrive at his house, I undress, then he would order from a restaurant that did delivery. Usually fast food.

While waiting for the delivery, we always spend the time in the basement kissing and caressing each other.

When the food arrives, we eat together in the basement. After the first evening, he never again asked me to give a blowjob on the delivery guys. During the meal, we discuss everything and nothing. Stories of my childhood, of my family, but also of what is happening at the College and especially to me. Mr. Bentley rarely spoke about his personal life or the organization.

Then we make love. Sometimes at the same time as we watch him and the woman who looks like me as my twin in videos, but more often than not, in his room and then in the shower.

Then, at the end of the evening, he takes me back to the Reedland building and kisses me one last time before leaving.

Even though he’s old enough to be my father, and even though our master-slave relationship is probably very unhealthy, I realized after a few weeks that I was starting to have affection for him. If I’m honest with myself, I’d say it’s much more than affection.

I’m not sure, but I think that, in a way, he has affection for me as well. He never tries to humiliate me, seems to be interested in me, and always makes sure I orgasm when we have sex.

The Christmas holidays are just around the corner and Kylie, Grace and Jenna explained to me that during those holidays, with rare exceptions, it is a quiet time for slaves. I guess I’m the exception, because on the morning of December 3rd, I received a communication from Mr. Bentley telling me that on the last day of school for the holiday break, I have to go to his office, that I will be with him for the entire holidays.

To say I’m happy is an understatement! Yes, it would have been nice to have a leave like the others, but at the same time, I’m going to have several days in a row in the company of Mr. Bentley!

Except for the first night, which was a bit like the other Thursdays, during the holidays, the routine is very different.

The first difference is that we sleep together in the same bed and have sex several times during the night.

Then, during the day, we do different things. Reading in his library, playing games (especially Scrabble, but also chess and other boardgames) as well as watching TV shows.

We have breakfast together with cereal or toast and eggs. At lunchtime, I make the food, and in the evening, we order fast food.

Finally, in the evening, we make love until we fall asleep.

I realize that during these last few days, I have been fully happy for the first time since I was enslaved. To the point where I even forget that I am a slave.

It’s the evening of December 23rd and I’m getting out of the shower alone, because Mr. Bentley came out before me to answer the door that rang a few minutes ago. It’s probably the delivery of the restaurant that arrives earlier than expected.

When I open the bedroom door, I hear several voices, but I can’t immediately identify what they’re saying.

Then Mr. Bentley comes up the stairs and I know at once that something is wrong. He doesn’t smile and he doesn’t look at me at all. He goes to get my necklace from the vanity counter in the bathroom. He placed it on me without a word, then said in an angry and loud voice: “Come on Sigrid, move! Don’t waste my time!”

I’m surprised. Why does he speak to me like this?

I go down the stairs and I see Charles Grégoire waiting at the foot of the stairs with a big smile. Mr. Bentley, behind me, says, “The slut will be ready in a minute. Right, Sigrid? Come on, go put on your clothes, Charles is in a hurry!”

Charles adds: “Yes, you’re the surprise for my boys’ birthday!”

As I dress, I look at Mr. Bentley, but he doesn’t look at me at all. He smiles at Charles who is making jokes about what the twins are going to want to do with me.

I’m in shock. He played me! How could I have been so naïve? He only sees me as a slave, nothing else! Is it a perverse game for him? At least with Charles, James and the other masters, I know where I stand, they are mean and take advantage of the slaves without pretending to have feelings for us.

I leave the house, Charles following me, and I hear Mr. Bentley that say to Charles, “Have fun!”

There’s Grace in the car, but I’m too angry to talk and fortunately Grace doesn’t seem to want to talk either.

During the short trip, my anger turns into sadness and despair.

We arrive at a large house in the suburb of Whitefield and Charles walks towards the front door without looking at us. Grace moves forward first and I start to follow them after wiping away the few tears that have run down my cheeks without me noticing. I have to get my act together, what just happened shouldn’t have been a surprise after all! I concentrate on keeping calm, what follows will probably be very unpleasant!

We undress, then we follow him through the basement and enter in a wine cellar. At the end of the room, Charles pushes the wooden wall to open a secret door. After that, there is a corridor a few meters in length that ends with another door. That last door is made of metal and Charles opens it and we enter a large room.

A woman in her fifties whom I don’t know, but wearing a slave collar is in the room. She has a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a golden heart. Near her, there are two giant fake cakes, the kind that is used to popup women at surprise parties or bachelor parties.

Charles leaves the room, which locks with a code on a numeric keypad, saying, “Get the girls ready for the evening. The kids will be coming in about 30 minutes, so do it fast!”

The woman said, “Get on the bed with your butt in the air, I need to get you ready so you can get your ass fucked without too much trouble.”

She doesn’t say anything else and seems to be looking everywhere except me and Grace. I try to speak anyway: “I’m Sigrid and she’s Grace. Who are you?”

In a dry voice, she said: “It doesn’t matter who you are and who I am, get in the bed as I asked!”

So, I lay on my stomach with my buttocks in the air and Grace does the same next to me. The woman, without saying anything, prepare our asses to be fucked. Essentially, she shoves a syringe filled with some kind of viscous gel into our anuses.

Then she points to the fake cakes and says, “Now you’re going to each get into one of the cakes and I’m going to put the lids on. Be careful, because when Master Charles says: Here is the first surprise of the evening, you will stand up and with a big smile, you will say Surprise! and get out of the fake cake.”

“If you don’t want to suffer too much, I strongly suggest masturbating while waiting for master Charles to return.”

So, we each sit in one of the fake cakes and the woman places the lid on top. The position is not very comfortable and on top of that, there is a strong smell of urine in the cake where I am.

Still, I know that the slave’s advice is not bad. Because I don’t know about Grace, but I’m not excited at all. Often, when I masturbate, I think of Mr. Bentley, but now I’m still too furious to make it work. So, I think of Kylie and her soft skin and tongue on my clitoris.

I don’t manage to orgasm, but at least I’m wet when I hear Charles’ voice saying, “So this is the place where I use slaves when I’m home. Vincent, stand in front of this cake and you, Marc, in front of that one. Without further ado, here’s the first surprise of the evening.”

Immediately, I stand up and shout with a smile in my face: “Surprise!”

Then I pull out of the fake cake.

It looks like me and Grace could be cheerleaders because we’re doing this simultaneously!

Charles is with two young men who look enough like Charles that I deduce that they are his sons and not only that, but that they are identical twins.

Vincent and Marc move towards us.

Soon, the young man in front of me starts to manipulate me aggressively. First my breasts, then my pussy and finally, he sticks a finger in my anus violently. Luckily, the product that the other slave injected me with is working and it’s not painful, just unpleasant.

The slave in question is no longer there. She probably left when Charles and the twins entered the room.

The man in front of me removes his finger from my ass and places it in front of my face, saying: “Lick this, slave!”

I do it immediately, and even though it disgusts me at least it doesn’t taste anything.

Then, the twins bring us to the bed at the back of the room, placing us on our backs. Immediately, the young man shoves his cock into my vagina and starts to fuck me while continuing to manipulate my breasts without finesse, but less aggressively than before.

After a while, to my great shame, I start to enjoy the movements of the young man’s cock fucking me. But that’s when his brother says, “Vincent, shall we change places?”

So, it was Vincent who was with me. He replies, “Why not, I’ve never had a black woman!”

So, they change positions and Marc pushes his cock violently into me and leans over me, taking me by the wrists to put them above my head. He then leans over my breasts to take one into his mouth. He firmly sucks my nipple and for a moment, the pleasures are intense. But the next moment, he firmly bites it. I scream in pain and the twins laugh.

He continues to fuck me while holding my arms in place. He just caresses and licks my breasts for quite a while. I try to forget my fear of being bitten again and the pleasure starts to slowly build again. That’s when Marc bites my other breast and I scream in pain again.

Immediately afterwards, Marc said, “Come on, let’s change places again! I feel like biting into African meat!”

So, they switch places and after a while, and hearing Grace scream in pain repeatedly, Vincent come in me.

After that, they place us on our knees in front of them who are sitting on the bed and this time, Marc shoves his flaccid cock into my mouth and tells me: “Come on, you dirty whore, suck me and make me cum in your throat!”

Luckily, he doesn’t hold my head and lets me do all the work. I masturbate him while gently sucking on his penis. When he’s hard again, I take him down my throat with no problem.

Again, they change places, but it doesn’t change anything for me, they’re identical. While blowing him, Vincent says: “They’re really good dads! Couldn’t we keep them here?”

I hear Charles reply: “No, I have to bring them back, but we can certainly bring them back or even other slaves so you can play with them.”

When they ejaculate one after the other, Charles walks up to me and says: Come on bitch, you know what to do while shoving his cock into my mouth and down my throat. He must have been very excited to see the twins fucking us, because after a few minutes he cum in my throat.

I get out of Charles’ car in front of Mr. Bentley’s house about 2 o’clock in the morning.

I hurt all over, but much less than I thought I would after being fucked repeatedly by the twins and Charles. They used my mouth, my vagina, but also my ass.

I don’t know if it’s mostly the preparation the slave had made for us or that I’m more used to, but the ass fucking was much less painful than the other times. Not pleasant, but less painful.

The twins, with the help of their father, are definitely going to become top-notch bastards because after cummings in our asses, they forced us into position 69 to clean each other’s asses. Then they started fucking us again. At least that’s over for today!

As I walk towards the door of the house, I feel the anger rising again in me against Mr. Bentley.

I enter the silent house and take off my clothes before looking for the master of the house.

I find him quickly. He’s in the basement and collapsed on the couch. There’s an empty vodka bottle on the floor. I say: “I’m back! “ He doesn’t react and I lean over him and say again: “I’m back! “ while pushing on his arm, but he doesn’t flinch. Just to be sure, I place my hand near his nose and he’s still breathing, he’s just unconscious!

I could just go to bed, but I’m curious and I know I probably won’t have another opportunity like this again.

I sit down next to him and pick up the TV remote. I set the volume just high enough that I can hear what’s being said, but just barely. It takes a few minutes, but I finally find the videos with Mr. Bentley and my twin.

The first two I’m looking at are very similar to what we did together in the house, but there are others that are very different.

In the third video, Mr. Bentley and several men I don’t recognize are in a restaurant at a big table making jokes about the stupidity of women while my twin and three other slaves I don’t know are under the table giving blowjob to the men one after the other.