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A week as a sex slave: Wednesday (cont. 8)
A week as a sex slave: Wednesday (cont. 8)
The drive home passed quickly and uneventfully. I noticed that the lights were off as I drove into the garage. Heading inside, I made it almost through the kitchen before I realized that master was still seated at the table, his glass of water replaced with a tumbler of whiskey.
"Oh!" I gave a start. "I didn't see you there! Why not leave a-
"Sit." master cut me off quietly. "We've got to talk about Mary and Alice."
I sat in the nearest bar stool and swiveled to face him. "Yes we do. We have got to get them both straightened out and-"
"Vars," he cut me off again," we let them do what they want to do. As parents, our job is to guide them toward a good life, not force it on them. We can show them the door, but they have to step through it. If they choose to go through another door, then so be it." He took a quick shot from the tumbler. "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't-
"You can't force them, but damnit, you tell them when they are making a bad decision!" I erupted. "You MAKE them understand that this decision will effect the rest of their lives and it is only going to cause pain and heartache and it will alienate them from a normal life! Both of those girls have just go TOO MUCH POTENTIAL!" I yelled. The sudden silence rang in my ears, and I sat back on my stool, embarrased at my outburst. The silence lenghtened, and we head footsteps come down the hallway, then down the stairs. Mistress glided through the doorway, concerned and alert. She pulled a chair next to her husband and faced me, the pair united.
"What was all the yelling about Vars?" she asked.
"Do you regret your decision, Vars?" master asked, ignoring his wife's question.
I sat, stunned by the question. "Thats not the same thing. My situation was completely different."
"Was it?" master asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, of course! My parents were too fucked up to notice that I was gone, I have no siblings.. Hell, mom is probably dead by now and no one knows. She's probably still in that goddamned house-
"Vars, you were a bright young girl who was unhappy with her lot. You wanted more, and we gave you that opportunity. Instead, you have wasted an education, and an education that was on my dollar I will remind you. You don't regret that at all?"
"You got me out. You gave me a chance at a real life. And no, I don't regret anything. Goddamnit, this isn't about me, its about Mary!" My anger began to boil again.
"Please, both of you!" mistress cut in. "This is about Alice and Mary: what are we going to do with them?"
"Mary broke the rules. Shes out." master concluded
"No, she's not!" mistress opined. "She has given us a grand opportunity!"
"An opportunity to get us all arrested!" master erupted. the couple continued to fight in heated tones, but my mind was elsewhere. I stood up and walked toward the two, their argument coming to an abrupt halt. They both looked at me as I stopped a few feet from them. I gripped the bottom of my shirt and peeled it over my head. My shorts weree next; they sailed across the kitchen as I kicked them off.
Standing, naked, before my masters, the couple who had given me a chance, I said "I know what to do. Trust me. Master, we have unfinished business. May I eat your wife as you cum in my ass?"
They sat, stunned for a fleeting moment. Mistress was sitting on the table in a heartbeat, legs spread and her nightgown hiked high. I bent and buried my face in her wet pussy, licking her furiously. Masters pants made a fwump! as they hit the floor, his rockhard dick soon back inside my ass. For a few glorious minutes all troubles were forgotten, and we were lost in the bliss of sex.
Too soon, I felt master twitch inside me and he filled my ass with his cum. Mistress had already had her orgasm and was laying flat on her back, breathing easily as she enjoyed the affterglow. Master collapsed onto my back, exhasuted. I propped my elbows on the table and laid my head on them, enjoying the feeling of his cock softening in my ass.
"Trust you, huh." master grunted. "Why?"
"Because I know what to do." I replied simply.
"And that is?" he prompted.
"We see if Alice really wants in. If not, she goes her own way and noone will believe her if she tells. If she does, we hold her to the most rigid standards."
"Rigid standards... and her parents?" mistress asked from the table.
"They have something in common with mine. I'll find out tomorrow. 24 hours and I'll know what to do with the two of them."
"You've got 24 hours Vars, and only because I love you. And if you are wrong..." master trailed off.
10/19/2005 11:06 pm
Behold, The amazing the power of a woman. Good luck with the 24 hours. I have enjoyed your story from the start. Truly looking foward to seeing more.|
10/20/2005 5:23 am
I love the way you work through problems! Sex solves all!!!|
10/20/2005 8:33 am
#1, you sure know how to break up a fight.|
#2 I hear the sound of the organ playing suspense music waiting for what is to come.
10/20/2005 2:15 pm
Damn, you have an unbelievable imagination.. Love it...|