Part XV - 4: Slaves Young and Old

I woke alone in my bed at the North mansion, feeling completely rested and relaxed. I was so comfortable and at ease that I just laid there completely nude on top of the covers, not wishing to disturb the perfect stillness and peace after having such a wonderful dream.

My attention wandered around the room a bit, not really thinking of anything specific, just letting the objects in the room trigger whatever vague images and feelings they wished to give me.

But when my eyes fell on the tux which I had worn the night before, I jerked up to a sitting position to get a better look, then exclaimed, "Holy Shit! It wasn't a dream after all!"

After staring at the tux for a few more moments, I laid back down and had a good stretch. By the time I had finished, my little buddy was wide awake himself, and I struggled to remember where the twins were that day.

I glanced at the time and found they had they let me sleep in.

"Shit, they've never let me sleep this late. I wonder what's wrong?" I mutter to myself as I slipped over to the edge of the bed and got up on my feet.

As I walked to the door, I started to realize how quiet the place seemed. When I mean quiet, I don't just mean sounds, but symbols too. It felt as if the entire wing was empty besides me, and while I was used to that at the South mansion, I had never experienced it there at the North one.

There was one mind I felt coming closer, and it only took a moment to realize it was grandma coming to join me.

"Good morning, my youngest master," she said softly when she entered the room.

I was flat on my back with my hardon flying high in the air, for she had taken her son's plea of sucking me as something which overrode anything I wished, but first she was going to try it in a way that she felt would please me.

She had used her status as her son's favorite slave to have the first crack at me that morning, and since she knew I expected the twins to suck me off, she was going to attempt to sweet talk me into letting her do it instead.

"I'm as ready as I'm gonna be," I simply said with a sigh. "If you're gonna do it, then let's just skip the pleasantries and get it over with."

"You understand I must do it to please Charlie, don't you?" she said as she crawled onto my bed while shedding the skimpy robe which she had worn.

"Yes," I said, unable to keep my hardon going any longer. "Now suck me quick before I change my mind."

"Yes, master," she said with delight.

Her tongue began slowly lapping the side of my dick, then just as I closed my eyes to try and concentrate on the physical sensations I was receiving, she moved down to my happy sack and licked in a slow and steady motion that was unlike anything I had ever had before.

I kind of forgot about the discomfort I felt about who it was and why she was doing it, finding it resembling the twin's techniques yet having some important differences such as sudden changes of speed. She easily restored my hard on to full size, and kept it there while she cleansed my scrotum with care and built up my cravings and needs.

By the time she had finished with that and returned to my dick, I was beyond the point where it could disturb me, so I sat up and watched her begin to lick off the head of my cock.

I had never seen anyone make love to a cock like that before. While she was constantly increasing my arousal, I wasn't feeling frustrated like when the twins would work me up to hold me on the edge forever. I actually thought to glance at the clock as I laid back down covered with sweat, finding she had spent over twenty minutes on just the steady licking, but now she was slipping her toothless mouth over the crown of my dick's head.

My dad was right when he said it wasn't anything like what I had experienced before. It's very hard to describe what her smooth curved gums felt like moving slowly up and down the shaft of my dick, and the amount of suction she used made me wonder if my grandmother really could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

Yet all through the steady building of her speed and my pleasure, she never once gave my empathic senses anything to feel but a constant loving need to please. She didn't seem to be aroused by any of this at all, but it sure was making her feel happy and useful again, and I guess that's why I don't regret cumming as hard and energetically as I did.

But I did feel a little guilty once I collected my thoughts and looked down at her still cleaning my dick off. I couldn't help but shudder at what it all meant, then got a hold of myself and considered how to make the best of it.

My grandma felt a little panicked when my hands gently started pulling her up on top of me. She knew I would be very upset later if I lost so much control of myself to fuck her like she thought I was about to do. But she was incapable of refusing such a request and she became very confused at what to do.

When I laid her down on top of me with head just below mine, she was really confused a moment, then relaxed as I gently stroked her naked back and sighed.

She really was a loving and dear woman. Grandma just had different ways of expressing her feelings towards the people she cared about. After all, she had been raised to believe that her purpose in life was to provide sexual pleasure to her owners and their peers, and in many ways she was lucky that her son accepted her ways as he did. She would have never willingly accepted anything but the sex they had as the sign of his never ending love for his mom.

But I was determined that I could get her to accept my love without the sex being involved. And while we laid there nude, my hands caressing her elderly body without either of us getting aroused, I knew I was laying down the foundation towards my final goal.

Eventually she became restless laying on top of me so long, but she didn't want to spoil the mood I so carefully had been building up and offered to try and bake cookies for me which I instantly said no.

I carefully rolled her off me, then positioned myself on top of her with my lips kissing her squarely between her saggy breasts. Even to this day I don't consider my orally pleasuring her to be sexual in any way. I guess I finally understood what my dad had tried to tell me time and time again about how his sex with his mom was not really sex, but love.

I'm not going to go into any more detail of what all we did together that morning in bed, but I will tell you I never got hard, and therefore we didn't fuck. You see, we formed own unique way of expressing our love that wasn't sexual, yet I have no way of explaining why it wasn't when if I did it to anyone else it most certainly would have been.

Eric came over that afternoon to spend the day with us, and he was pretty chipper when he got there since I had purposely sent the limo with Carol and Vicki to pick him up. We were in the middle of mixing up our cookie dough when he arrived, and after sitting at the table chatting with us for a while as we worked, Eric asked if he could go play with the twins.

I told him I didn't mind one bit, then felt it disturb my grandmother for some reason.

"Grandma... Are you... jealous of the twins?"

"Jealous?" she said with a surprisingly hostile sound to her voice. "Why would I be jealous of those two pets?"

"They're not pets," I objected. "They're like sisters to me. But you're right. You're not jealous... You feel... You feel like they are an insult? A personal insult? Why?"

"You wouldn't understand my young master."

"Try me."

She looked at me for a moment, realizing I wasn't going give up without a more thorough explanation and decided she needed to sit down before saying anything more.

"I remember my first master taking me to his special room where all good slaves went to pleasure him. I think I was about three back then, not that I really know. He told me I was his greatest creation, the best of his long life's work, and I would be the mother of an entire new generation of sexual servants that would be his best products to offer the few who could afford his price.

"I suppose he altered my young mind at that point to desire sexually pleasuring him above all else, and from that day on I was one of three girls who he oversaw every stage of our lessons and personally nurtured us as we grew. We loved him and even to this day I think of him as my father even though he always had us call him grandfather. That was an honor in itself since all the other slaves had to call him master.

"We were like princesses among the other girl slaves. They adored us, they quite honestly were jealous of us, and for my entire childhood I never once doubted I would anything else but one of his favorites.

"I was so happy for Courtney when Grandfather announced it was time for her to have her first child. I was nine, and Courtney was sixteen, and Pollyanna was somewhere in between us, but I can't remember if she was two or four years older than me.

"Well, Courtney had twin boys, and Grandfather was very pleased with this. Over the next, oh... I'd say five years, Courtney had another little boy, then had set of twin girls after that. By the time I was fourteen, Pollyanna was pregnant for her first child, and shortly before I reached the age which I could bear children safely, Grandfather had lost all interest in me and was focusing on the Courtney's oldest twins.

"He sold me a year later, and I was passed around like some common slave. It wasn't until your grandfather accidentally made me pregnant with Charlie did I finally fulfill what Grandfather made me want all of my life. Charlie is my life's work and I don't regret one moment of it. But yet I still feel cheated by those darn twins Courtney had."

She waited for me to absorb all of that, then after I went over her story in my head again, I still didn't see what it had to do with Joy and Honey directly and told her so.

"I thought you knew," she said before cracking a grin on her face. "I suppose it wouldn't make much sense if you didn't know, would it?"

"What don't I know?" I whined.

"They," she said with a surprising amount of disgust while pointing in the direction of where Eric had gone, "are my Grandfather's so called greatest creations!"

"You mean... Gladius? No... He's too young. Gladius's father then? He was your... 'Grandfather'?"

"So now do you understand?"

"Yeah, I guess, but Joy and Honey didn't have anything personally to do with it. They're pretty much innocent."

"Timmy, you listen to me and don't you ever forget this," she said with such force that I shivered. "There is nothing innocent about any of my Grandfather's girls. They are Grandfather's girls first, and everything you believe them to be comes second to that. They can not be trusted."

"But... " I said as my empathic senses blasted the cold hard seriousness of her words. "But they can't control me anymore because I'm empathic, like them. They can't harm me."

"That is what they want you to believe," she said, looking over her shoulder with a sudden nervousness. "Timmy, I have just broken a sacred oath by telling you this. It's an oath which none of Grandfather's girls have ever broken before. Please don't speak a word of this to anyone, not even your father. It would endanger you, me, and whoever you tell."

I stared at her for several moments, finding myself unable to accept that she could possibly know Joy and Honey better than I did, or that there was truly a danger with the information she had given me. But I couldn't deny the unwavering truthfulness I had felt from her, and I knew that no matter what the real truth was, she believed in what she had said.

"There is more," she said, waiting for my response.

I went over and sat down in the chair next to her, peering into her eyes for a few moments before sighing and diving into her mind to prove to myself she had been misled.

But what I found only made me wonder if she did truly know of things which made the twins and even herself a possible threat to me and my loved ones.

Gladius, or at least the Gladius she had called Grandfather, had chosen my grandmother as one of his select favorites because of her mother's and father's strong empathic backgrounds. Courtney was in fact her half sister, having the same father but two different mothers, both having been empathic before Gladius enslaved them.

I understood a lot which apparently had not ever occurred to my grandmother. Courtney had developed her empathic abilities a few years before giving birth to her first set of twins. Gladius had expected Wendy, my grandmother, to develop empathic abilities rather than Courtney because of the way he believed the inheritance worked, but by the time Wendy had reached her sixteenth birthday, he was convinced she would never develop them, and he had been right.

Courtney's twin boys developed their own empathic abilities before they were two years of age, mostly due to Gladius's controlling their developing minds to mimic their mother in the way she thought and felt. The two boys were incredibly powerful by the age of four, and sadly enough Gladius found he could no longer control them and had them destroyed before they turned five.

Shortly before Wendy was sold, she witnessed the twin girls using their combined abilities to control their remaining brother, and I instantly recognized the expression on his face. It was the same one I had seen on Eric's, and most likely the same I had worn countless times myself.

"Why Charlie allowed them to tamper with you I'll ever understand," she said after I finished and sat back to relax and think. "Charlie knows most of it already, but what he doesn't know is Grandfather still has control over every one of his girls. Those two girls would betray him the instant Grandfather wishes it."

"Why are you telling me all this and not dad?" I asked.

"Charlie can't defend his mind as well as you can. I'm afraid to tell him, or let him explore that part of my memory. But you perhaps are the strongest voice I have ever met in my life. Guard this information with every ounce of your strength, my young master. If Grandfather ever found out, he would stop at nothing to make sure no one would ever learn of it."

The buzzer for the first batch of cookies went off at that moment, startling us both. We continued to talk as we finished our cookie baking, but didn't approach the subject again. I wasn't sure what I believed at that point, but just to be cautious, I followed her advice, never mentioning it to anyone else.

Once we had finished cleaning up the kitchen, Grandma went to take a nap while I checked on Eric and the twins. I couldn't help but feel disturbed from the way Eric just sat there mindlessly waiting for Honey or Joy to decide and use him again. Eric's mind was technically asleep, only having the most basic of instincts and emotions controlling his actions, and his emotions were entirely under the twin's empathic control.

Suddenly Eric leaned forward to lick Honey's clit with a slow and steady motion, his actions resembling the twin's own motions as he slowly began working her up to an orgasm. My disturbing feeling fell away as my curiosity grew, and it just suddenly hit me that it was Joy controlling Eric, and she was attempting to lower her twin sister into that deep trance-like state through Eric.

Joy finally noticed me standing there watching them, and after a moment she invited me to fuck Eric's ass. I was tempted, believe me I was tempted, but I decided it would be best to wait until later when he could enjoy it too.

That was the last time I allowed the twins to play with Eric like that. It wasn't just because of my grandmother's warning. I simply realized after Eric came to his senses that he seemed more anxious to "play" with the twins again than ever before, yet couldn't recall a single thing about what he did or why he wanted to so bad.

I found out that evening that my dad had given the twins a new freedom as his combined wedding and eighteenth birthday gift. I just so happened to look out the window as Joy and Honey were stepping out of a limo... with two guys I didn't know. The two well built college freshmen were checking the place out, their expressions displaying the relaxed mood the twins' blow job had given them.

I met the group in the main hall and questioned the twins on what was going on. The argument which followed between me and the two silent seductresses completely bewildered the two young men, for they never detected the twins' replies to my rather loud accusations and threats.

Nevertheless, they willingly followed the girls on their way to the study while I fumed and fussed, damning my father for giving them the freedom to go out and find their own playthings to seed and enjoy.

They avoided me the rest of the day, but woke me in their usual way Monday morning, and I guess they "talked" me into seeing it in a different way. The "discussion" was rather long and tedious, but it basically came down to this.

Joy and Honey had spent most of their life developing their empathic abilities for the purpose of seeding and controlling men for their master's benefit. I was pleased that they had finally stopped considering themselves as the property of my father, and they made me admit that as free human beings they had the right to use their talents as they saw fit.