Alaine arose from her chair and took her mug to where John was sitting. "Which way do you want me facing, Master?"
"You may watch," was his reply. Alaine set her mug on the table and then straddled John's legs, facing away from him. She reached down and grasped his cock, which was already quite hard, and guided it into her sex as she lowered her body. She too was already quite wet and the shaft slid into her body with a single stroke. Then she started to slowly ride up and down the rigid pole.
Jenna came in next and followed the same routine of filling her mug and then sitting at the table. She was only wearing pajama tops but they extended down to mid-thigh and provided her with the necessary modesty.
John looked around and smiled. It might be an unconventional family, but it was very much a family, nonetheless. Alaine and Kim were fitting in perfectly and were almost like two additional daughters to him, although they would be two very incestuous daughters if they were.
That left Angela. She was his wife and the mother of his children. But how did she fit in now? It was clear that Jack and Jenna viewed her as just another slave. Did that mean that her days as a mistress were over? It would be difficult for everyone to allow her to keep switching back and forth between mistress and slave. And he wasn't sure if there was a role between the two extremes. He would have to think about it and make a decision.
If she was to be a mistress, then she shouldn't be kept naked and Jack shouldn't pound his cock into her whenever he got an erection. If she was to be a slave, then certain aspects of her life would have to change.
He would think about that another time, though. In the meantime, he just sat back as Alaine rode up and down on his shaft and watched the gold hoops attached to Angela's beautiful breasts swaying back and forth.
God, she has a great body, he thought.
Chapter 6
Angela couldn't understand why she was being so compliant. Why was she letting everyone treat her this way? Why didn't she have any will power? What had happened to all of her spunk and fight?
John had talked to her and informed her that she was to permanently be a slave from now on, both when she was on the island and when she was off. She would have her two slave sisters and would have two masters and a mistress when she was at home: John, Jack and Jenna. He told her that he would talk to the girls and inform them of the change so that they would not be confused.
He had told her that he was doing this for her own good and that it would be too stressful for her to keep changing back and forth. Now, she could settle into the contented and carefree life of a beautiful sex slave.
How would that reduce her stress level? What was stressful was having her son fuck her at every chance he got. What was stressful was having her daughter slap her and make her sleep on the floor. What was stressful was being naked all of the time and wearing that damnable nose ring that Jenna kept having the girls install.
Why was she letting all of this happen to her?
She used to think that she had several options available to her. She could accept life as it was. She could move her family in hopes that they could all hide under new identities, but she knew that would be difficult. Or she could leave her family and run away and hide.
But now she realized that she only had two options: accept her fate as a slave or leave her family and run away. It was clear that moving her family would change nothing. They were enjoying having her as their sex slave too much.
But why was she letting her family do this to her. Why wasn't she fighting or at least resisting. But she already knew the answer to this, deep down inside.
She was owned. It had been a foolish mistake to go to Cuchilla but she went. It was her own fault. She went to Cuchilla. She was captured. She was enslaved. She was sold. And Cedric bought her.
He could have kept her with him on the island but he graciously allowed her to return to her family for periods of time. But he also made it quite clear that he owned her always. He expected her obedience always and he would not tolerate any misbehavior. She still had the fading bruises on her ass to remind her of that. And he also said that if he learned of any misbehavior when she was not on the island, he would have her collected and returned to the island where he would deal with her infractions.
She did not want to risk being taken to the island for punishment. Cedric was a good owner, she thought. He was kind and caring and she had never seen him show anger. But she knew that he was capable of harsh punishment and, therefore, was careful not to provoke him.
It was an odd kind of slavery, however. She was not caged or shackled. She might be put in bondage from time to time by one of her owners but she knew that was mostly for their entertainment. She did not have a little poisonous capsule implanted on her body like Alaine and Kim did. So she could have run away if she chose. It was almost as if she was on her honor to remain a slave.
She was even allowed to leave the house on her own. She did the grocery shopping and ran other errands. She could even go clothes shopping if she wanted to but she had very little need for clothing these days. Her clothes shopping had been reduced significantly from earlier days due to her new station in live. And she was allowed to spend time with her friends. To all outward appearances, Angela was a normal, wealthy housewife who just happened to take long vacations by herself several times each year.
She was naked but for her collar when she was at home. But she could wear whatever she wanted when she went out.
She could even take one or both of her slave sisters with her when she went places and she frequently did. It was always such a treat for them to be able to put on nice clothes and go out. Jenna did her best to make Angela feel like she was the lowest slave in the household but Alaine and Kim looked up to their former owner as if she was their big sister.
The only problems with taking her two slave sisters out was that she had to keep an eye on them constantly. She was not worried about them running away. They had already proven their loyalty to the family. She did have to worry about them becoming too affectionate, however. A year and a half as slaves had turned them into pure sexual beings. On a recent day on the town, they were having lunch at a restaurant. Angela had to use the ladies room and when she got back to the booth, Alaine and Kim were in a heated embrace and Alaine had already unfastened half of the buttons to Kim's blouse and had reached into the blouse to fondle her sister's breast.
A week earlier, Angela was driving the girls through town with Kim in the front seat and Alaine in the back. Alaine had started the foolishness that time. She reached around the seat and grasped Kim's breasts, squeezing and pinching and stroking them through the blouse. Kim was giggling and wiggling and squealing. Angela told Alaine to stop horsing around with Kim. This caused both girls to start giggling and they turned their attention to Angela. They had Angela half undressed by the time she was able to pull into a parking lot and stop the car.
During the weekdays, the three girls frequently had a lot of time on their hands. Jack and Jenna would be in school. And John would frequently be meeting with clients or traveling. Alaine and Kim took great pleasure in pouncing on their ‘big sister' and torturing her with their lips and tongues. They always kept their girl orgies secret but it happened often. Angela became convinced that her two slave sisters had been transformed into wanton nymphomaniacs.
Sometimes they would even invite Jill to participate. Jill was a neighbor who John had invited over before Angela left for her trip to Cuchilla. Jill had been a frequent bed partner of John and Angela even before the slaves were bought. Even now that the house was full of available pussies, she still snuck over whenever she could. Her husband never knew of her erotic trysts but she participated in the Dawson sex fests whenever she could.