Chapter 18: SLuT Slave

Saturday, December 23rd. Lunchtime.
It was lunchtime by the time Dave and Olivia left the bedroom, having completed the first half of their impromptu testing of whether a woman who had been dosed with SLuT9 would secrete Serotoxin, one of the two active ingredients of all the SLuT formulas, and, if so, would it cause a reaction in her partner.

Both Dave and Olivia were relaxed, smiling, and freshly showered. They had already planned to do the second part of their testing where Dave would inject her with SLuT9 later that night if something else didn't come up before then.

Dave and Olivia made their way to the kitchen where the family normally gathered. Only Jennifer and Emily were there. They were making cold cut sandwiches to feed everyone for lunch. Dave gave Jenn a kiss on the cheek and Emily a kiss on the top of her head.

"You two sounded like you were having fun," Jenn said.

Dave leaned against the counter. He pulled Olivia to him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Jealous?"

"By the way, you and I need to talk. Alone."

Dave rolled his eyes. "Why is it that people keep telling me that today."

"My poor, abused master," Olivia said, snuggling closer to him.

"Emily, would you go down and tell the others to come up for lunch?"

"Yes, ma'am," Emily said and left the kitchen.

Dave turned to Jenn. "Emily's been like that," she said, "since she came out of her room about thirty minutes ago, offering to do or to help with whatever I was working on. All yes ma'am and no ma'am. A perfectly charming young lady. What did you do to my niece?"

"From the sounds of it, I finally got through her thick skull. Give it a while. She'll go back to normal. She's kissing up right now. I'm gonna go check the weather outside."

Dave and Olivia shared a quick kiss. Dave walked to the big window in the living room to look at the snow.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Olivia asked Jennifer.

"Not really. I'm almost done here."

Jennifer continued working for another few seconds then turned to Olivia. "I do have a question for you though. You and David said the SLuT9 made you a complete submissive."

"I was always submissive, Jennifer. The SLuT formula's just made me unable to resist in any way."

"Is that just for David, or anyone?"

Olivia stared at Jennifer for a second, then stepped closer so they were only inches apart.

"Jennifer, I've always found it best to just ask a question. Beating around the bush often doesn't get you whatever information it is you wanna know."

"Okay then. Are you interested in spending some time, alone, with me?"

Olivia smiled, reached up, wrapped a hand around the back of Jenn's neck and pulled the taller woman down and locked her lips to Jenn's. Her tongue darted into Jenn's mouth when it opened a little. After sharing a passionate kiss, Olivia pulled away and released Jenn's head. She then stepped back and leaned back against the counter almost right where she had been.

"The SLuT formula makes me submissive to anyone. It isn't person specific in anyway although Dr. Casey was working on creating a formula that would do just that. It's part of the reason I want a master in my life. Someone to protect me. Someone to make decisions for me that otherwise, I might allow a stranger to make for me. David is my master. I have ... sworn myself to him. I love and trust him. As for spending time alone with you. I know your mind was a little fuzzy the other night but I don't recall resisting at all when you ordered me to pleasure you."

It was now Jennifer's turn. She stood in front of Olivia. "You tell me to ask a straight question and then you give me a round-about answer?"

Jennifer pulled Olivia to her, their bodies pressing together,. She covered the smaller woman's mouth with her own. Once again their tongues darted in and out of the others mouth before Jenn pulled away and stepped back. "Now, was that a yes or a no?"

Olivia smiled. "If David agrees, I would very much enjoy spending some time with you."

Jennifer stared into Olivia's beautiful eyes, nodded, then returned to preparing the last of the sandwiches.

A few minutes later, the kitchen was abuzz as the four girls flooded into the room to feed. Olivia, with assistance from Emily, got drinks for everyone and they all gathered at the table with a heaping pile of cold cut sandwiches on a platter in the middle of the table, a huge bowl of potato chips sat to one side and paper plates were placed before each chair. They all dove in, grabbing handfuls of potato chips and picking their favorite sandwiches. Salt, pepper, mustard, mayo and ketchup were passed around as was a tray of toppings including lettuce, sliced tomato, and pickles.

"Isn't this a little extravagant, Jenn?" Dave asked once everyone was settled with the food and eating. "I mean, it's just sandwiches."

"It's not just sandwiches, Dave. This is a family lunch." She smiled and returned her attention back to her food.

The four teenaged girls largely dominated the conversation from that point on until everyone had eaten their fill. The four teens all finished, got up from the table, threw away their plates, and carried their drinks with them as they disappeared back down the stairs to the family room.

"David," Jennifer said when it was just her, Olivia and Dave at the table, "I know I've asked this before and you've always said no but this time, I would appreciate it if you would actually think about it seriously."

"What?"

"Move in with us. There's plenty of room here. You could keep your entire harem altogether," Jenn teased.

"My harem, huh?"

"Speaking of your harem. I wanted to talk to you about your latest draftee."

"Meg?" Dave asked.

Jenn nodded.

"Jenn, what could I tell her? She knows I had sex with Emily. She knows I had sex with you and she knows I had sex with Molly. You told her all that, right?"

Jenn nodded, although it was obvious she hated admitting to it.

"What was I supposed to tell her, Jenn? That I would fuck her mother, my sister. I would fuck her sister, my niece and I would fuck her cousin, my daughter, but I won't fuck her? How would that work, Jenn?"

"Damn it, Dave, she's my daughter and she's only sixteen. I know it's going to happen. I knew that yesterday when you told me of your plans for Molly. I knew Meg would eventually find out and want to try it also. But damn it, Dave, what am I supposed to do? You are such a fucking gentleman. You send my daughter to ask my permission? God, Dave, do you know what that makes me look like? If I say no, I'm a hypocrite because I fucked you and I let Molly fuck you. But what does it mean if I say yes?

"David, I knew there was a good chance you were going to end up in bed with Meg but did you need to rub it in my face? If you're going to do it, just do it. I can't make myself say no but I feel horrible when I say yes."

"Okay," Dave said, holding his arms up as if surrendering. "You're right, Jenn. I'm sorry. I didn't think about it. I was flying by the seat of my pants out there and..."

"Perhaps that's the key to this whole thing," Olivia, who was still seated at the table to Dave's left, said. "Perhaps you two, maybe all of us, need to get together and lay down the ground rules.

"Ever since you got the SLuT9 formula, you've been completely reactive. You've never managed to get ahead of events. You reacted to Emily when she dosed herself. You reacted to me when I made contact with you. You reacted to my telling you that I was now your slave. You reacted to Emily dosing Jennifer and you reacted to Molly's attempted blackmail. And, I don't believe any of those situations have been fully resolved in your mind, or anyone else's for that matter.

"You blame Emily for dosing herself and for dosing Jennifer and you still feel guilty for both, no matter how many times people have told you not to. You have hinted that you don't intend to send me away but I haven't heard the words actually come from your mouth yet. You yourself said your punishment of Molly went slightly askew and, while you don't feel guilty for having sex with her, you're kicking yourself for not effectively punishing her for blackmailing you."

"So what do you recommend, Olivia?" Jennifer asked.

"A conference. David is the obvious Alpha. Even if he wasn't the only male here, he is the one in control of the SLuT formula. Even if one of us managed to gain possession of it, it would do us no good because it won't work on David."

Olivia turned to Dave. "You must accept your place as the head of this harem you have fallen into. You must accept your place because, until you do, you are not going to have the peace that you so desire."

"What does that mean exactly?" Dave asked.

"It means, that right now, you still see yourself as the man you were ten days ago. You are not that man. You are a man who has the power to completely dominate any woman you desire, for any reason. The power is yours, but you feel guilty.

"You have had sexual relations with one of your daughters, one of your nieces, and your own sister. You feel guilty.

"You have me, a completely submissive slave, willing to do anything you ask, and you do nothing. You've made love to me two, maybe three, times in the days I've been here and not once has it been anything but straight sex. Granted, our first time was under unique circumstance but I am your slave. Yet I've been ordered not to call you Master." Olivia slid out of her chair and onto her knees beside him. "You treat me as your girlfriend or wife. I can be those things to you if that is your wish, but, before all else, I am your devoted slave."

"What do you want me to do, Olivia? Abuse you? Tie you up? What?"

"I think that's her point, David. It isn't what she wants. It's about what you want!"

Dave looked over to his sister for a minute, obviously still confused.

"Okay, fine. I'll show you."

Jenn rose from her seat and moved a little away from the table.

"Olivia," she said, putting some authority in her voice. "Get over here! Now!"

She pointed to the floor at her feet. When Olivia started to rise from where she was kneeling beside Dave, Jenn yelled. "Don't you stand up. You're my slave now. You crawl! Get on all fours, right now!"

Olivia fell to her hands and knees, her eyes on the floor beneath her and crawled until she was at Jenn's feet. Jennifer looked over at Dave. He was watching but she was pretty sure he hadn't fully realized what they were trying to show him. She turned her attention back to Olivia.

"You have until I count to ten to get those clothes off, slave! One ... Two..."

Olivia got up onto her knees and pulled the tee shirt off over her head, it was followed a second later by her bra.

"Three ... Four..."

Olivia immediately started working on the button of her jeans.

"Five ... Six..."

The button came undone and Olivia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and the panties beneath and pushed them down over her hips.

"Seven ... Eight..."

Olivia fell to the floor and rolled onto her back and kicked off her shoes.

"Nine..."

Olivia pushed the jeans and panties down her legs but one of the pant legs became entangled at her knees.

"Ten! Freeze!" Jennifer shouted loudly.

Olivia froze as she was. Her back on the cold floor, her pants and panties still at her knees and white ankle socks covered her feet.

Jennifer circled around Olivia, looking down at her. "Okay, we'll try this again, slave. You have until I count to ten to remove your clothes. One ... two..."

Olivia was naked before Jennifer got to six. She then resumed her position on hands and knees with her eyes to the floor. Without a word, Jennifer walked over to the kitchen cabinets and opened one of the drawers. She pulled out a plastic spatula, closed the drawer and then returned.

"Since it took you an extra six seconds to remove your clothes..." She brought the wide end of the spatula down on Olivia's left butt cheek with a loud smack. "You'll receive six swats with the paddle. Count the swats. If you don't count it, the swat doesn't count."

Jennifer brought the spatula down on Olivia's right butt cheek this time with another loud smack.

"Two, mistress."

"That's another three swats for cheating. I didn't hear you count that first swat and I told you, if you don't count it, it doesn't count. Now, begin again and remember, we're going to nine now."

"Yes, mistress," Olivia said, still on all fours and never bothering to look up.

Dave sat back and watched the show. He was curious how far the two women would go.

"Add two more for speaking without permission. That's now eleven," Jenn stated.

Olivia didn't speak again.

The spatula struck again, once more on Olivia's left butt cheek.

"One, mistress."

Jenn brought it down again, once more on Olivia's right butt cheek.

"Two, mistress."

SMACK! Left butt cheek.

"Three, mistress."

Dave was pretty sure he could hear tears in Olivia's voice. He started to get up to stop Jenn but a glare from her made him stop where he was.

"Sit down!" She stared at him for a second. "Were you going to come over and save your little slave girl, David?" Jennifer laughed. "Slave, do you need saving?"

"No, mistress."

"Slave, do you like being spanked?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Slave, am I hurting you too much?"

"No, mistress."

Jenn turned back to Dave and gave him a look of "I told you so." She turned back and brought the spatula down on Olivia's butt again.

"Four, mistress," Olivia shouted.

At seven, Dave stood up and moved so he could see Olivia's butt. Both butt cheeks were bright red and he could almost make out the pattern of the spatula on her skin. It was only then that it dawned on Dave that he was becoming very aroused at this scene.

"Eight, mistress," Olivia shouted as the spatula struck once more.

When Jenn's arm came up for number nine, Dave grabbed her wrist and pulled the spatula from her hand.

"My turn."

At first, Jennifer thought he was going to stop her. Then he gave her an evil smile, knelt down on Olivia's left side just beside her hips and knees, and brought the spatula down. Olivia screamed when the spatula struck the back of her left thigh. Dave pulled back the spatula and brought it down again, this time on her right thigh. Again Olivia screamed.

"You're not counting, Slave!" Jennifer yelled down at her, standing right over Olivia's head.

"That's okay," Dave said, starting to get into the act. "We can just start all over. Sound good to you, slave?"

"Yes, master," Olivia said in obvious pain but with a smile on her face, unseen by either Dave or Jenn.

Dave began again. But he varied his strikes, moving from her butt cheeks to her thighs and back to her butt cheeks randomly, not allowing Olivia to guess where the next strike would be, not allowing her to prepare. Olivia counted each one. When Dave reached seven, he dropped the spatula on the floor and began using his hand.

Olivia's arms gave out beneath her at the count of nine and her top half collapsed. Now on her elbows and knees, Olivia rested her forehead on her lower arms as she continued to smile, cry and count each and every smack. Olivia didn't become aroused from the pain but she knew full well that pain was part of being a slave. She smiled because Dave was finally coming into his role as her master, even if he was just role-playing for the moment.

When the count hit nine, Jennifer noted that all four girls were gathered at the kitchen door, watching the scene play out. All of Dave's attention was on Olivia so he didn't notice. Olivia had her head down and the tears blurred her vision. Jenn chose not to say anything. The four girls stood in the doorway, wide eyed and with mouths hanging open as Dave finished spanking Olivia.

When he was done, he stopped and just knelt there for a moment staring down at Olivia's red butt.

"I don't know about you, David," Jennifer said after a moment, "but that got me turned on."

Dave just nodded, absently.

"Why don't we take your slave upstairs and have her take care of us both?"

Dave looked up at his sister. For a long second their eyes locked. Then Dave smiled and nodded again. He rose from where he had been kneeling on the floor.

"Get up, slave!" Dave ordered. Olivia took a few seconds to catch her breath and regain her strength. Then she rose up, first on to her hands and knees, then up on to her knees and there she stopped. She kept her head down.

"All the way up," Dave told her, taking hold of her upper arm and helping her to her feet.

Olivia kept her eyes to the floor as Dave turned and noticed the four girls in the doorway. Dave hesitated for just a second, then forced his chin up, and still holding Olivia's arm, led her towards the door. "Get out of the way, girls," he told them.

The four girls moved out from the doorway and Dave led Olivia out of the kitchen, into the hall and down the hall. Jenn followed close behind. As she passed by the girls she scowled at them, making sure they didn't say anything to yank Dave from his role. They weren't going to say anything. They were all too stunned.

Dave led Olivia up the stairs, Jennifer two steps behind them, and led her to the master bedroom. He threw open the door and led her inside. Jennifer closed it behind her once she was inside. She locked the door and immediately began removing her own clothes. Dave led Olivia over beside the bed and only then did he release his grip on her upper arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jenn begin undressing. "Jennifer, stop!"

Jenn froze in place, having only undone two buttons of her blouse.

"Slave, go undress the mistress."

Without a word, Olivia turned and moved in front of Jennifer and began to undress her. Dave sat down on the edge of the bed after rearranging his hard cock for comfort and watched as Olivia removed all of Jennifer's clothes.

"Get in the bed, Jenn," Dave ordered once all of Jenn's clothes were on the floor.

Jenn just gave him a nod and climbed into the bed. She lay in the middle of the bed, her head on the pillows, her knees raised and her legs spread.

"Now, undress me," Dave ordered.

Olivia moved to stand in front of Dave and quickly undressed him. Dave helped her only when absolutely necessary, lifting his feet so she could remove his shoes and socks and standing up when she removed his pants.

Once naked, Dave ordered Olivia into the bed.

"Get between Jennifer's legs and start eating."

"Yes, master," Olivia said and quickly scampered onto the bed and between Jenn's legs.

There was no hesitation on Olivia's part. Once she was settled between Jennifer's legs, she dove in with enthusiasm.

Dave climbed onto the bed. He also got between Jenn's wide spread legs, moved in behind Olivia, grabbed Olivia's hips, and pulled her up. Olivia realized what he wanted and got up onto her knees, her tongue barely losing contact with Jenn's clit. Dave slid a hand between Olivia's legs and slipped a finger into her slit and felt how wet she was. Once assured he wouldn't hurt her, Dave moved closer, positioned his cock and started pushing into her.