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I’m dusting up the library while everyone’s out, I don’t think they went to school or ‘work’ as usual though, but none of that concerns me at the moment, I’m more preoccupied with what was so important and secret enough that the doctor couldn’t talk about it in front of the others. My aunt hardly keeps anything from the other two, and most business is talked openly, even with us slaves present. Like we’re ever a treat… Books, I don’t even know if these are English books that I’m dusting, I can’t read after all, but it doesn’t matter because I have no use for books, those are for free people. I just have to keep them dust free.
Time passes slowly without any superiors in the house… *Ding Dong* the door bell? Odd, everyone knows no one of importance is around at this time. I walk as quickly as I can in these stilettos to gather up all the work slaves back into their chamber. *WHACK!! A hard and cruel whip from 5 feet away to the back of one of the maggots by May* Quickly you cocks, back into your cages now! Maybe that whip was a little excessive, they know by now to run back to their cages at times like this, but I have to make sure they don’t try anything; it’s my life on the line as well. *With a cruel rage, May whips the slaves randomly and with great speed to hurry the four legged creatures’ paste to their destination; they don’t walk down the stairs, but rather fall in and pile on top at the bottom. May, locks the door and walks over to greet the unknown guest.*
“Oh my, you’re one fine bitch aren’t you!” A tall black man stands in front of me, taller than me, at least 6’3” and well built too; did he just call me a bitch? Not that I’m insulted, but I wasn’t expecting this. Without further hesitation, my Mistresses aren’t at home presently sir, but may I inquire on the nature of your business please? “And well trained, listen here I’m not a salesman, I’m a guest at this house so invite me in” I wasn’t told of any guests, but out of fear of punishment, I greet him in and take his coat. “Wait for the lady as well, I need to take a piss,” said the new Master (apparently). Out of the car a woman steps out the other guest, my brain rushes uncontrollably, it can’t be; it’s my mother!!!!!
No, please let it not be her, maybe she just looks like her, it’s been a long while since I last saw her, maybe I’m mistaken. But as the familiar lady walks closer towards me, there’s no doubt it’s my mother. What do I do, does she know, if not do I tell her of all the cruelty I’ve faced at the hand of her big sister, is this my chance at freedom? Can I even be free after all these years of enslavement, and under my special conditions can I afford to be free? Every possible thoughts, all the questions, and things to say rushes trough my head, all along I’m begging to myself not to submit this time. Not now, I can’t be like this with my mother too, please I must fight my years of taming, I must… But the closer she got to me, the more my slave sides took over, my last remaining will to fight submits. I convince myself that after years of slavery my old self is dead, in any case can I truly tell my mother the truth, after this long she comes out of rehab and for me to put this burden onto her. So I fought back all my rivers of tears backs, and simply: Hello Madam, can I please take your coat.
She stares at me while I take her coat, I can’t really see her eyes with those thick designer sunglasses, I simply stand in front of her waiting after putting away her coat. “My goodness!” she exclaims, did she recognize me!? ”I knew what I agreed to, but to see you like this, it’s shocking and scary!” What!? I’m confused, what does she mean by she knew what she agreed to!? Did she know all along!? Pardon Madam? Only words that my maid self filters out, leaving locked away all the anger I really feel inside. “You must be really confused honey, make me a tea and meet me in the living room…” I hurry to the kitchen to make them some tea; I couldn’t help the tears falling into the tea cup, even though I’m done with the tea I kept stalling in the kitchen not prepared to hear whatever she had to say.
I walk in and both of them are sitting, flirting with each other, and my ‘mother’ giggling. “Ah some tea, please come sit next to me I have much to explain,” I sat next to her with my heart ready to die. “Now now ‘May,’ that’s your new name right? You know you’re supposed to kneel down on the floor, and not sit on the furniture.” How degrading, your own mother telling you this, I knew she never cared about us much, but I always convinced myself it was a result of her drug addiction. “Oh honey, don’t cry, you see I was in a bad shape, so when my sister contacted me and offered to help I felt it was finally my chance to get out of that shit hole, and save you and your sister as well, but my sister had a condition…” I just stared at the wall listening to the horror of my predicament. “Well she didn’t have a problem taking in your sister, but she didn’t fancy boys so she’d only take you in if she could put you to work around the house, you have to understand that at the time I didn’t realize just how she’d use you! I just figured helping around with chores, but at the resort she’d send me letters on your progress till one day she came to see me about adopting your sister in order to offer her the best life she could ever dream of, and also taking me in into her house, only under the conditions that I agreed to let her do this to you…” And you agreed you cruel cunt, of course those words never came out, but only more blank stares. “Don’t be like that, if you were still out there you’d probably be dead, you and your sister, or worst in prison as someone’s bitch. Either way, you’d ended up someone’s bitch. This way at least, your sacrifice provided a good life to your sister and I, and you yourself have a good life. Look at you, your pretty like a supermodel, and not like a sissy boy like you used to look like… The mean streets would have eaten you up.” That’s her reasoning? What did I ever do in my past life to deserve such cruel women surrounding me? “You can say that again, she sure is sexy like them Victoria’s Secret angel’s!” Said her new boyfriend (I suppose), “oh now Troy that’s my… never mind, come May let it out, let your pain out this one time…” rather than let my anger out, I simply laid my head on her lap and cried away.
My mother, the woman who gave birth to me, sold me to slavery for a life of luxury for her and her daughter. Yet, I can’t hate her, as I cry on her lap, the thought of seeing her again after so long still rejoices me. She’s no longer an addict, she looks happy; at least some people are… The moment didn’t last long; my sister came back, they all did, she ran kicking me away to her. As I suspected they didn’t really go to school…
“Mommy!!! You’re back!” Just like that I went back to being the freak of nature slave maid, nothing to be concerned about. Unlike me, she greeted my sister with multiple kisses and long hugs, she introduced her boyfriend to my aunt and the rest, they all talked away, me just standing in the background with my head bowed awaiting orders.
“I presume everything is worked out?” my aunt inquired, “yes I think it is sis, May go fetch us some lemonade…” my mom said, I looked at her eyes, and a sense of command took over her, the woman that allowed me to cry in her lap was no longer there. Yes mistress, who am I kidding this is my life from now on, I should stop hoping for anything else, when I die I’ll probably serve them in the afterlife like slaves served their Pharaohs in ancient Egypt.
“Wow mom, your boyfriend sure is cute,” said my sister as I walked in with the lemonade, “haha, I’m taken little girl” Troy sure seems to be a hit. “Hey mom, watch this, this is so cool, hey cockslut strip naked now!” Ordered my sister, and so I slowly removed all my clothing neatly folding them to the side, old trained habits die hard. “Oh now lil sis, don’t look away, you have to get used to this if you’re going to live in this house, might as well do it now,” said my auntie to my mother.
“Bitch, get on all four, arch your back, spread your legs, let those balls hang freely, make yourself presentable!!” Ordered my cousin, “come now Troy, I’ve seen you stare at it all this time, come examine our bitch, we paid a lot of money for quality work.” Troy walked near me and laid his hands on my back, and his other hand on my tits, like a judge at a dog show he proceeded to examine me. Caressing his giant hands along the outline of my back to my ass and grabbing my cock along the way. “Fine specimen you own here ladies, quite the workmanship, and a respectable cock for such a feminine creature; all tough I don’t think anyone would like a cock that has bruises and wounds all over,” commented ‘judge’ Troy. “Oh yes, aren’t those tits just so succulent, haha I’m sometimes jealous of them, even though I still have time to grow, come on mom come pet it…” My sister replied, sitting next to me fondling my breasts while petting my head. “Go to mommy bitch, go lie down next to her!” I walked on all four towards her and lied on my back to her like a dog would do. “Go on sis path it, you knew coming here what to expect…” encouraged my aunt. As I lay there, my mother with a disgusted face fondled my dick with her feet, almost rubbing them like someone might rub a dog’s back lying under them. She then laid her other feet on my chest, feeling my breasts, “I have to say, it does look far better then what I imagined, I was expecting a monstrous she-man…”
“Come here bitch, show our guests a trick!” My cousin called over holding a large Champaign bottle, I knew what was expected of me. I crawled over to her and took the bottle, then I kneeled in front them, all five sat comfortably awaiting a show. I took my right hand and spit out as much saliva as I could on them, my hands were oozing with gooey saliva, then I proceeded to slipped it down towards my ‘pussy’ and started to lubricate it, all along my mother stared at me in amazement. I slipped one finger, forcing it in and out to relax my anus, then stuffed subsequent fingers until my entire fist was in there. All the time, sucking and licking the bottle to lubricate it as well, after which I pulled out my fist from my ass, settle the bottle on the ground pointing up and got on top of it. With my two hands, I spread my ass cheeks wide apart, opening my anus as much as I could, and just sat on the bottle, slowly forcing it in, my eyes were tearing of pain, but my clit was rock solid. “Oh my god it likes it!! That’s gross…!” Said my mother, the lowest point of my life, I pushed the bottle all the way to the bottom of it. “Stop there, let the bottom stick out of your cunt, slut. Now I want you to shake your bitch ass to make it pop HAHA, yes do it!” The cruelty and degradation of my aunt never seizes to amaze me. I got on all four and started to jiggle my ass like I was a 2$ hooker hired to please a room full of men. The pressure kept on building, until it finally popped violently causing the bottle to blast out of my ass like a rocket, leaving loads of Champaign dripping out of my bloodied raped asshole. “HAHA!!! The slut did it, it actually did it,” exclaimed Troy, and everyone else including my mother laughed. “Good girl, bitch wants a treat?? Bark if you do, go on bitch bark!” My sister commanded, I barked for her with little voice I had left battling the burning pain from my ass. “Come here mother, lift up your skirt and urinate in its mouth, the bitch loves urine!” My mother was stunned, “That’s gross, and I’m not doing that ewww.” My sister was a little angry, “aww mom thinks that’s gross, well I guess you’ll have to settle for this then, open wide bitch!” She dropped her pants and as I awaited her urine, instead she turned around and stuffed her ass to my mouth, and suddenly a foul hotdog like shaped shit dropped into my mouth. “HAHA, you weren’t expecting that weren’t you, don’t you ever forget your place you cockslut. Even mommy is in on it now, so never forget your place from now on, and also don’t forget your appointment about your clit at 3pm.” Said my aunt, all the while my mother and Troy watched in amazement at me munching down my sister’s shit. I guess it was only a matter of time before I was eating shit too like the work slaves, but at least they don’t know about it. “What a mess you did, go wash your mouth, then come lick this floor clean… you shit eater.” Said my mother as she and Troy were led out on a guide of the mansion.
To be continue
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