A House of Slaves
Chapter 03 Sisters (How strange is life?)
Kate woke, and for a few moments lay in confusion in the darkness, her mind cloudy and her thoughts in disarray. Gradually, with a sick and gnawing feeling in her guts, the realization came to her of where she was and what had happened to her.
She focused then on the naked body pressed against her own; the basement was cold and the two women had a blanket to lie on and only each other for warmth. Last night when they had been placed in their ‘cell’, as Kate thought of it, their hands had been tied in front with cord. Despite the poor sleeping conditions, both women had fallen asleep fairly quickly, pressed together.
Now, slowly remembering with chilling horror the events of the previous day, Kate felt empty; blank; wooden. What would happen to her next? Did these men plan to keep her here? Would anyone ask of her? After the ‘engagement’ with Captain Dzyuba last night, there would clearly be no help coming, she was sure, from any official sources. The man could probably spin her disappearance any number of ways, if anyone asked.
Thinking of that time with him, a wave of nausea suddenly swept over her. He had smelled of urine and body odour as she sucked his short, fat erection. But that wasn’t the worst of it, for he had then done something to her no one else had done, to that point; he had fucked her.
Facing her away from him on her knees dog-style, he had pounded her from behind, a handful of her hair as a hand-hold, and he had ridden her hard, collapsing and lying on her back after his orgasm, his foul breath invading her nostrils as he used her as a cushion.
She could still hear his voice; “Fuck it, Slut. Fuck my cock, you fucking whore. Fuck like the slut-dog whore you are. You bitch. You cunt…” And on it had gone, Kate wondering then what she had done to earn his apparent hatred.
The rest of the night had been mostly uneventful until it was time for Anna and Kate to be taken downstairs. Just before that happened, Brandon had led Kate to one of the bedrooms on the main floor and had then fucked her just as aggressively as the captain, but without all the name-calling, but in a variety of positions. It was like she was a new toy and he wanted to try all her gadgets; missionary, dog-style, cowgirl, reverse-cowgirl, standing up, on her side, whatever.
Brandon was big and muscular and Kate felt like she had just survived a wrestling match by the time he finally covered her face with his cum, before whispering in her ear, “Sweet dreams, Slut. More fun tomorrow.” He then left her to the woman to clean up, which was when Kate heard the name again; Aquina.
Now, Kate heard steps on the stairs, but lay still on her side. Then the crate was opened and Aquina spoke. “Time to get up, Slaves.”
A few minutes later the two slave girls were standing together in the shower stall, cool water cascading down their bodies. They were to wash each other completely, including their hair. They were slave sisters, Bitch and Slut, and they were to respond to those infantile names, or face punishment.
With their bodies washed, Aquina now directed Kate to bend forward and spread her ass. Anna was then instructed to clean her sister’s asshole with a soft brush. Up to then, Kate had never had anything larger than a finger in her anus, and resisted when Anna began to force a plastic object into her.
Aquina took Kate far enough away that Anna could not hear, “Okay, listen to me. Look at me. Are you going to give up?” she asked. Kate looked down; was she? Aquina carried on, “I get it; you want to punch someone, scream, rant and rage, but they’ve got you, Kate. This sucks the big one, but you can quit or you can survive, but making things difficult for me will not help you. Understand, this will be lousy for a few days, but, I believe, it will slowly get better, but only if you make it. Will you cooperate?” Kate nodded, somehow finding comfort from this woman. “And remember, if you are a problem when the men are around, I will punish you, and it will be real.”
Kate nodded again and they returned to Anna, and Kate stood still and allowed the woman to shove the plug and the brush in and out of her tight opening.
In a moment, they had switched positions and Kate was reaming Anna’s ass. Since Jake had used her ass frequently for sex or torment in the previous few months, Anna did not react to this, which earned her praise from Aquina. Each woman then used a safety razor to remove any hairs from around their pubic area and ass.
After drying each others’ hair and putting their slave collars back on, the women were taken upstairs where they began to fix breakfast for Brandon (who had moved in and was now living in one bedroom) and Kevin, who had spent the night (and Aquina, as well as themselves.)
Their modest breakfast was placed in large dog bowls on the floor, right beside the water bowls that bore their names: ‘BITCH’; ‘SLUT’.
Although completely disgusted, Kate was also starving and she ate the scrambled eggs and bacon mixture and would have eaten more if it was offered. She would learn that left-overs from the men’s plates would also be given to the slaves.
When the men awoke and came to the table, the ‘slave girls’ served them their food and drinks and then waited in the ready position by the table. After the men had finished a leisurely breakfast, first Brandon, then Kevin, took Kate into the side bedroom and fucked her. Kevin tied her to the bed and raped her anally, slapping her ass (still tender from the previous day, although not marked nearly as much as she expected) repeatedly.
Once the dishes were cleared away and the floors cleaned and vacuumed, Aquina took the women to the same bedroom the men had used with Kate. She had them lie together on the bed. She reminded them again they were slave sisters who needed to care for each other. They were encouraged to kiss and fondle, which they did. Their love-making progressed to where they had their faces between each others’ thighs. Anna came first, moaning loudly and bucking her hips as Kate sucked her pussy lips; after months of nothing but brutality from Jake, this was wonderful for her.
Anna then helped Kate to a mild orgasm, her gentle licking and sucking of Kate’s clitoris actually being the most arousing thing the woman had ever felt in her limited sexual life. Her orgasm came in a gentle wave and left her lying somewhat bewildered on the bed; how could she experience any pleasure in this house of abuse?
Aquina then fastened Kate spread-eagled to the bedposts and took Anna out, chaining her to one of the pillars. She then went back and sat on the bed beside Kate.
She stroked her legs gently, then teased her nipples, then stroked her fattened labia, then her nipples again, gradually building up the pressure and intensity there and on her vagina in general until she was satisfied that Kate was ready. Aquina then removed her own clothes and climbed on top of Kate, grinding the curly, dark hair of her pussy onto Kate’s bald mound while devouring her mouth and tongue with intensity and urgency, like someone starving.
Unbelievably to her, Kate had a second and more powerful climax, lying beneath Aquina’s lovely body, the horror of her situation somehow removed briefly in the passion.
Aquina now untied Kate from the posts but bound her wrists in front with a loose cord, allowing some movement. She then lay beside her, nuzzling Kate’s neck and face with soft kisses.
Images of herself, in her younger years, came briefly to her. She had known pain, misery, even terror; she was not immune to this woman’s despair.
She now whispered to the side of Kate’s face, “I know all this is revolting, horrifying; it must be, and, um, I’m sorry for my part in it, but there it is.” She paused, as Kate, uttering a kind of choking gasp, clung to her. “But you can survive this, you will…with my help. I will care for you…Kate. Yes, you are Kate, not Slut. I will help you…Kate, but you must obey me, so these men do not interfere, but leave me in charge. You need to understand that.”
“But how, mmm, can you say that, after what you’ve… done?” Kate whispered.
It was a fair question, Aquina considered. “Life is complicated, Kate. We do what we need to survive, all of us, as I said to you. You can make it or you can quit. These men don’t seem to care. But, for whatever reason, I do. And I must play their game, for now.”
After a moment, Aquina turned Kate’s face, and placed a loving kiss on the waiting lips. Kate opened her mouth and returned the kiss with force and, taking a chance, whispered in Aquina’s ear. “I want to believe you, I do. I want to trust you, and, um, I will obey you. But please…please save me.”
She then pressed her face against Aquina’s neck and inhaled her fragrance. Amazingly, given the desperation of her situation, the feeling she felt at that moment, in Aquina’s presence, was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life.
She was in hell, most certainly, but she had a guide.
It was Saturday, and the ‘boys’ were planning a night in, with guests. They would play poker, and invite two men; one would be Captain Dzyuba and the other was a young lawyer who had begun working for one of the more successful District Attorneys in the city.
Aquina, who had learned to keep her thoughts to herself until absolutely necessary, was considering. This slave women thing (it was originally party girls, the crates were really more for show; she hadn’t really anticipated anyone living in them long-term) wasn’t exactly what she’d agreed to or discussed, earlier, when she and Brandon came to an arrangement. But she knew she would be counted on to get any girls ready for tonight and the men, including truly disgusting ones like Dzyuba and Jake.
She sighed softly; Anna and Kate were kneeling now in front of her, in their ready positions, while Aquina sat smoking a long, slim cigar. Kate found the aroma, as it wafted to her, pleasant, as she grasped any distraction from this reality, however temporary.
In her life, Aquina had experienced much ‘sexuality’, starting very young, and now was flexible in her consideration of it, all of it; she was also not judgemental; to her that gained nothing. People did things for personal reasons, sex or otherwise; that was life.
And she was sympathetic to these women, even as she was involved in their entrapment; how devastating must this be? She got that. But Aquina had suffered her own abuse, had got through it, and considered herself stronger in the end. So, while she may not have ‘signed on’ for this, specifically, this managing of ‘slave girls’ was now part of the package and so she would be efficient about it; for now.
And she was also practical; she knew she was not yet ready to be independent, at least as independent as she planned, financially, and she was counting on this partnership to get her there. And she could only help Kate and Anna, in the end, if she had a place of value in the men’s organization. It would take her strength, resourcefulness and even ruthlessness, to see them all through this in one piece.
As Aquina stubbed her cigarillo out, she spoke in a quiet, business-like way, as if they were planning a staff party. She had considered her words; she was not, generally, an impulsive person.
“Okay, Kate and Anna,” she said explicitly, “this is about survival for you two, right? You are under the control of men who have plans…dreams. They are impatient and won’t put up with any shit, but if you do as they expect, things can work out for you, in the end, by playing the long game.”
She fixed them both with a look, and they both looked down. “Remember, men are all little boys at heart; they grow tired easily. Wait these ones out and they will tire of you, sexually anyway, and then look for new interests. And then I will quietly find something else for you. I know it’s hard to believe, but I am on your side.”
Kate’s mind was spinning; there was so much she wanted to ask this exotic, mysterious woman. Why, for example, did she seem to enjoy what she did to them, yet speak like this, with compassion? But Kate kept silent; she needed to learn more.
Aquina had paused, looking at and evaluating the two women, subservient before her, motionless but for the rapid rise and fall of their breasts. Her words had disturbed them, Kate more than Anna, but they had also given hope. It was, as she said, just a case of survival; for now, that was all she could offer.
“Now, I want you to give your sister comfort,” Aquina began again. They were kneeling close together and she simply turned their heads. Anna barely hesitated before leaning forward and placing her warm lips on Kate’s, who responded; this comfort was a positive thing, whether she chose it or not. There was no point in fighting, not this certainly.
They kissed and nuzzled each other for several minutes, before Aquina broke them apart. To be truthful, Anna was enjoying this…tenderness, very much after her almost two years of relentless oppression. Bizarre as it was, this current servitude was better, for her.
Aquina now spoke as a teacher to her pupils, warning them. “Also remember, that as sister’s you have each other’s backs and share each other’s pain. The…boys…have decided that you will both be punished whenever one does something unacceptable. Keep in mind that if you have made a mistake, you will pay for it. But so will your sister; I will administer the punishment, and I will be firm; if not me, it will be them, and I am much better with it, trust me.”
This was actually Aquina’s plan; the ‘boys’, in truth, had no plan other than having as much sex as possible. If she could just have the women cooperate, she would gain time.
While they had been having their ‘lesson’, Jake and Eric had arrived, and Aquina noted that, smiling ruefully. “Time now to prepare lunch for your…masters,” she murmured.
The evening was going well. A basketball game was playing on one wide-screen television and a hockey game on the other. Captain Dzyuba, Brandon, Kevin and young lawyer Adam Abrahmson were seated around a regulation card table playing Draw Poker.
The two naked slave girls, who Abrahmson had trouble keeping his eyes off of and focused on his cards, were busy getting drinks and filling snack bowls; emptying ashtrays (Dzyuba smoked, Eric was smoking Aquina’s slim cigars, and Kevin was smoking weed) and sometimes performing sex acts on each other as directed by one man or another. Jake particularly liked seeing his wife on her knees licking Kate’s ass.
The game had been going for a few hours and it looked like Abrahmson was getting low on chips and Dzyuba was cleaning up. This was interesting because Brandon was a good poker player, yet was not winning. The sudden roar from Dzyuba indicated he had just nailed the last pot.
The men gathered up money and drinks and headed for the couches. Brandon gave Aquina a look and she moved over beside Abrahmson and spoke into his right ear. A few moments later he was heading down the hall, Aquina by his side and the two slave girls following.
They entered one of the bedrooms and the two naked women knelt in the ready position, while the young lawyer was helped off of his sports coat by Aquina who settled him into a leather chair by a small table. She then spread a white substance on the table and handed Abrahmson a rolled up twenty. After he snorted the coke, Kate and Anna removed his shoes and Aquina left. She would be able to observe the action from her office.
As Aquina watched the screen on her computer, Brandon poked his head in. “Everything going well?”
“Yes,” she replied, looking up at him, as the screen showed a naked Abrahmson being sucked by both women in turn, a broad smile on his youthful face. “Everything is as you boys hoped, although at some point, we need to talk.”
Brandon regarded the beautiful woman, then patted her shoulder and wandered off.
On the screen, Anna was trying to mount the young man, but couldn’t as he was having difficulty maintaining his erection, and the two women needed to stop and suck him frequently to stiffen him up again. He still had a wide smile on his face, however.
Having this man involved in their affairs would definitely help them.
Aquina went to the wet bar in the main living room. Here, the men were watching sports, drinking and talking loudly. She poured herself a Tequila before returning to her office as she wanted to watch how the two women were working together.
As she sat down at her screen, the young man the camera was focused on groaned loudly as the two women successfully pumped his cock. As they cleaned him up, he lay peacefully, an even broader smile now plastered across his boyish face.
Sunday was to be a busy day, and for Anna, a remarkable day. It was busy, because Aquina, with help, was planning to clear out Kate’s apartment. The plan was to use it as the place to house some of the young women the boys planned to use in their activities. It was remarkable for Anna, because for the first time in over a year she had clothes on and was out in the world.
Aquina, Kevin, Eric and Anna were all at Kate’s, bagging stuff up and clearing it out. It was to function like a furnished hotel suite; furniture, appliances and nothing personal; maybe some decorations for the wall. Kate’s police uniforms and work wear would be transferred to the party house; the plan was to have her continue working and just appropriate her earnings. The rest of her clothes and stuff however, she would not be needing. At this point, at least.
Anna was busy bagging these; Eric and Kevin had already removed some larger items, there wasn’t really much, and Aquina had the personal effects. Anna would clear out the bathroom cupboard and they would pretty much be done. What would happen to Kate was unclear.
It was in the future, and that was one of the things Aquina needed to discuss.
Back at the house, Kate was now kneeling naked chained to the pillar in the living room. She had not been told anything; she simply knew she was alone. She noticed someone coming her way and as usual her heart began pounding with dread. It was Brandon (he and Jake, apart from her creepy captain, had the most effect on her) who went past her to the kitchen, but in a few moments returned, placing a chair near her and sitting down.
He had got himself a coffee and was just sitting there drinking it and looking at the naked woman chained before him. He liked this feeling of control; more actually than the naked body, although he did reach out and fondle a breast, squeezing the nipple hard as a little reminder of his power, pushing Aquina’s ‘look’ from his mind; he knew she was not good with all this, but he would worry about that later.
“So, little slut,” he began, in his characteristic drawl. “Here you are. Not too good for us now, it seems.” And he chuckled at his own lame comment, swallowing some more coffee. Kate of course made no sounds, although she wanted to scream obscenities at his smug face.
He leaned forward, so that smug face was right beside hers, his breath on her cheek. “Do you want to know our plans for you?” He asked quietly.
She did, desperately; and she didn’t; not knowing allowed some hope.
“Well, we are going to let you stay on at the squad. But of course we’ll be watching you… All. The. Time. Now, just something to have in your mind as we give you a little freedom.”
He placed his laptop on the floor so Kate could see it without moving. A video was playing and on the screen appeared a room with four beds, with curtains separating them. On the beds were four women, naked and tied to the bed frame, three facing up and one facing down.
Within a moment, a man entered and walked to one of the beds, dropped his pants, climbed on top of the woman and began fucking her. She was one who lay face up, and as the man fucked her, he also choked her, slapped her face and spit on her.
After he was done, he climbed off and wiped his penis on her face. During the time man one had been fucking, a second man had entered and gone to the woman tied face down. The camera panned slightly to include this action, which clearly showed the man fucking the woman’s ass.
After man one had left, two women came in, untied the woman who had been used first, dragged her to the corner and literally hosed her down, making her lie with her legs spread. She was given a towel to dry with and then hauled back to the bed and tied down, ass-up this time.
Brandon closed the laptop. “What I showed you is a place right in this city run by two thugs who I know, very well. One of the four girls in this shot actually was an informant of ours who lied to us, and this is her punishment.”
He paused, and Kate knew he was staring at her. “It will be your punishment, too, if you try anything while at the station. You will just disappear, as far as anyone knows, but this is where you’ll be. This is a promise. We have cameras in the squad room and we will watch you. Any effort to reach out to anyone and that will be it for you. Understand?”
And with that he pulled her head around by her hair so she faced up at him. “Understand?” he asked again.
Choking down her fear and hostility, she answered, “Yes…”
“Ye-yes, sir.” She corrected herself.
“That’s better. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to our…Slut, would we?” He whispered, giving her nipple another nasty twist.
Kate and Anna huddled together. Tonight, Anna’s hands had been bound behind her, while Kate’s were bound in front, allowing her to put her arms around Anna, which was how they were lying, pressed together for warmth and comfort. It had been an easy day for them sexually. Perhaps it was all the drinking, etcetera the ‘boys’ had done on Friday and Saturday, or the fact that Monday was a work day for everyone, or that the novelty of the slaves was already waning, as the woman Aquina had suggested. Whatever, neither slave girl had ‘serviced’ anyone, sexually anyway, that day.
Lying there together, Anna thought of how strange life could be. Here were the two of them; for Kate, this was a nightmare. But for herself, Anna found this new life much preferable to her old life with Jake. Her days then had been long, lonely and boring, waiting with dread for his return, for the constant degradation and abuse, and the nasty sex.
While she still needed to deal with degradation and abuse, she was now lying against someone she felt tenderness for, someone who responded to her, someone whom she had given pleasure to and who had given pleasure back. She kissed Kate’s face now and Kate responded by nuzzling her face into Anna’s neck and then kissing up until she settled on the mouth, which she kissed tenderly.
For Anna, in this dark place, she was feeling some happiness, something that she never believed possible again for her; a feeling that almost brought her to tears.
How strange was life?
(End of Chapter 03)