A Slave and Her Boy

The following stories take place entirely in the realm of fantasy. The stories represent situations that are often non-consensual, degrading to women, and discuss the owning of human beings as property. These elements are meant purely to sexually excite, and offer no reflection of my actual political or moral leanings. All characters involved in sexual activity are aged 18 or older.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

The red haired girl was physically withdrawn. Her knees were pressed together, her hands resting in her lap. She kept both eyes fixed downward, staring at the floor with empty silence. Her slumped shoulders and hanging head seemed to draw her form inward, giving her a tiny frame.

"Kate?" Winnie nudged her friend gently, prompting the timid woman, "Mr. Morgan asked you a question, kiddo." She spoke tenderly, like a mother prompting a child to address an adult. Kate did not respond. I waited pensively with my little group of slaves. Margaret stood nervously beside me, and for once I wasn't the only one who didn't know what to do with their hands. The beautiful blonde alternated arching her fingers and balling them in a fist, her mind working.

"Could she talk before?" Margaret asked, confused.

"Of course she could talk before!" Winnie snapped. Margaret recoiled in surprise. Winnie shifted back in an instant, softening for her friend.

"Kate?" Winnie's voice was more insistent, and she reached into Kate's lap, softly grabbing her hand.

"It's okay, Winnie. She's been through a lot," I said.

"Kate? You okay?" Ignoring me, Winnie grew more insistent. She touched Kate's shoulder, panic in her eyes. I stepped in again.

"She can ignore me. I'm really not mad-..." I tried to speak, but Winnie cut me off.

"It's not about you, Gerry!" She exclaimed sharply. Her eyebrows pressed together with worry, and she leaned in front of Kate, forcing eye contact.

"I need to know you're okay." Winnie demanded, her shaky voice cracking. Kate looked away, face devoid of expression. There was something terrifying about the vacancy in her eyes. Her body position was submissive and frightened, like a cowering animal. I sighed, equal parts nervous and concerned.

"Margaret, throw something together. We'll see if she wants to eat." I ordered. My slave wordlessly obeyed, setting to her task in the kitchen behind us. I leaned against the table, still watching the newest member of our weird little family. The only response Kate gave was an occasional blink.

"Maybe you should give her some space," I suggested to Winnie, "Let her breathe." Winnie watched her redheaded friend intensely, eyes locked on the poor girl's face.

Everyone was silent. Kate stared at the floor.

"Maybe it's you." Winnie suggested.

"Me?" I was incredulous. Winnie stood up abruptly, moving close and whispering into my ear.

"You might be scaring her.", She said, "Being the Master of the House. She's never had a kind owner." Winnie's whisper was stern, her eyebrows furrowed with conspiratorial severity.

I shrugged. Winnie's eyes flicked from me to Kate.

"Can you give us some space?" She begged.

"What, really?" I raised my hands innocently.

"Please?" Winnie begged.

"Uh, Yeah. I guess." Confused, I pushed off the dining room table, half expecting Winnie to change her mind. I paused at the stairs, hearing the pained whispers of Winnie, urgently trying to reach an unresponsive Kate. With a resigned sigh, I trudged to my bedroom and shut the door.

-

It was dark.

My skin was bathed, as was often the case, in the whitish LED glow of my monitor. One leg was kicked up on the desk. I rubbed my tired eyes, bored. On my screen, I clicked a tree. An avatar attacked the tree with an ax, and I got some logs in my inventory. I had plenty to think about, but it was easier not to. Gaming distracted me.

Just like old times, before I ever owned a slave, back when I had nothing to worry about.

I clicked the tree again.

I got some logs.

I clicked the tree again.

A gentle knock on the door startled me, and I lurched up, almost spilling out of my desk chair.

"Uh, who...-come in," I said. The door creaked open, and Winnie slipped swiftly into the room, her face twisting in a grimace as she saw the dirty clothes on the floor. I tore my headset off my head, swiveling to face her.

"Hey, what's up? How's Kate?" I asked. Winnie's eyes roved about my dark, isolated bedroom.

"You live like this?" For a moment, Kate was forgotten. Winnie grimaced at the mess I lived in.

"I guess so," I replied helplessly, kicking a pile of laundry with my foot. Winnie shook her head.

"I'm cleaning this up soon," She informed me.

"...Thanks," I never gave any thought to the junk heap. I had room on the bed to sleep in, and could navigate the short distance between bed and computer desk easily enough. For years, that had been enough.

Winnie shuffled through the ankle deep piles of dirty clothes, energy drink cans, and fast food bags to sit on my bed.

"Kate's okay, I think," Winnie began to explain, "She still hasn't talked, but she ate some."

Her face was downcast. The poor woman was weary and worried, carrying a heavy burden of concern.

"I don't know what's wrong with her," She said, "She won't even make a sound."

"Was she always pretty quiet?" I asked, "...When you lived with Henry."

"No more than a normal person. She had anxiety, but she was never catatonic." Winnie tried to explain.

"Yeah, I don't know," I shrugged helplessly. I had no doubt a normal person would have something really cool, inspirational, and helpful to say. Instead, I reached for my mouse to click the tree again. Winnie caught my hand.

"Gerry..." Her expression softened, a slight smile coming across her face, "It stinks in here."

"I got it, thanks," My face burned and I pulled my hand away, but Winnie apologized.

"Sorry! Sorry. I mean to say thank you." She corrected herself, still smiling. She grabbed my hand again, and I allowed her to hold my fingers in hers.

"I know you've got a lot of social issues. I mean, you live in this," She gestured vaguely around us, "It was really tough for you to stand up to Henry like that. It means the world to me. So thank you," Winnie smiled, glowing and warm. She rubbed my hand gently.

"Happy to help," I replied. She squeezed my hand gently.

"Hey, can I suck your cock or something?" She asked, "Not as a thank you! I just want to." Winnie's smile was beautiful. Her gentle, happy eyes ripped my heart up and shut my brain down.

"Uh... I..."

Damn it. Why did I never know what to do with my hands? The fingers Winnie held were clammy and weak, but the free hand was awkwardly hanging out, resting on my pants leg.

"Is this the part where you're too awkward to say yes?" Winnie asked, smiling coyly. I closed my mouth, which I didn't realize had been hanging open.

"...Yeah," I said with a laugh, "Guess I need to get over it."

"I think it's cute," Winnie laughed.

When she stood from the bed, Winnie's body was only a foot away from me. She pulled her shirt off over her head, spilling her boobs into my face. I didn't have time to react as she gently grabbed the back of my head and guided me into her cleavage. My face pressed flat against the squishy warmth of her tits, her chest lit by the LED glow from the computer game on the screen behind me.

"Is this okay?" She asked.

"P-perfect," I stuttered, my heart racing. Winnie was generously busty, and her boobs had big round areolas. I nuzzled her tits as she squished my face to her chest.

"You can keep playing your video game if you want," She said, "I'll climb under the desk."

"No, it's silly anyway," I replied, "We can do whatever you were thinking."

"Good."

Winnie sank to her knees in front of my desk chair, grabbing my pants. She pulled at the waist of my jeans, tugging them down past my knees. I leaned back, allowing my veteran sex slave to take the lead.

With my cock in her hands, Winnie wrapped her fingers around me, licking the flaccid tip. She teased me until I was erect, grasping the middle of my shaft in her palm and giving small, soft squeezes. I moaned in frustration.

"More?" She asked.

"Please," I begged.

Leaning forward, Winnie buried her head in my lap. My cock disappeared down her throat in one abrupt slurp. She surrounded my cock in the warm, wet sensation of her lips and tongue. I could only see the bun of light brown hair in my lap when I looked down, and I felt her nose press against my pelvic bone. I moaned louder, more guttural, shocked at how far inside of her I was.

Winnie released me from her mouth, leaving gobs of spit to roll down my cock. She grasped me firmly with one hand and stroked eagerly, smiling up at me as her hand created lecherous squelching sounds.

"Was that good?" She asked, wiping her lips with her free hand.

"Amazing," I breathed. My instinct was to grab her head and force that succulent mouth back down on my cock. I was so eager, my hips bucked gently against her grasping fingers.

"More?" she asked, still teasing me.

"More," I agreed.

Her lips sank to the base of my cock in an instant. I pushed my hips forward, offering every inch of my length in worship of my slave's mouth. She withdrew quickly, stopping when her soft, wet lips clamped around the head. Then, she pressed back down again, taking all of me into her mouth.

My body tensed, lifting my butt off the chair, pressing toward her with a raw need. Winnie bobbed her head, dragging her wet lips up and down my cock. I clenched my eyes shut and rolled my head back in pure ecstasy. Winnie's years of experience as a sex slave had given her incredible oral skills.

A knock on the door distracted me, though it did not deter Winnie. As I dropped back into my seat, her mouth chased me, and she once again buried her nose in my pubic hair as I retreated into the seat.

"Who is it?" I called, as if I didn't know.

"Gerry, it's Margaret." She answered.

"Yeah, I'm-, now's not goo-..." I was interrupted by the wet pop of Winnie's mouth releasing my cock.

"He's shy. come on in," she called. After a moment of hesitation, Margaret opened the door. Winnie didn't wait for approval, wrapping her lips around the tip of my penis and flicking her tongue against it repeatedly. I groaned involuntarily.

"Uh! Hi," I said. It felt inappropriate for Winnie to continue, but pushing the divine sensation of her mouth away for even a second felt completely beyond my willpower. Margaret's mouth opened as she watched Winnie blow me. The highly experienced Winnie turned her head to lock their eyes, my cock still in her mouth.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Margaret bowed politely, "I was going to offer the same service."

With dramatic slowness, Winnie detached her lips from my dick, paused, then licked the head with an exaggerated enjoyment, as if tonguing an ice cream cone.

"Plenty for both of us," She offered, laying a quick peck on my tip and smiling at Margaret. Always obedient, Margaret looked at me.

"Should I, Master?" She asked. I had neither reason nor willpower to resist.

"Yes," my voice caught, and I coughed. Winnie chuckled, reveling in the influence she was having on her master..

Margaret walked towards us, picking her way through the debris-strewn field of my bedroom. With her fingers wrapped around my shaft, Winnie leaned in to press her lips against the tip of my cock, kissing it sensually.

"Probably tough when you bring girls home, isn't it?" Winnie asked, watching Margaret struggle.

"I don't know," I replied. Winnie grimaced. It's difficult to emotionally recover from being looked at with pity by the busty topless woman who is sucking your cock.

Margaret dropped to her knees, crowding between my legs next to Winnie. Their shoulders brushed and bumped against each other, as my legs weren't flexible enough to give them much space. Winnie helped Margaret to pull her shirt free from her body, followed by unclasping her lacy back bra and tossing it to the side. With both of my women topless, I compared their breasts. Winnie's tits were big, round, and full, with slight sag to them. Margaret's were smaller, but no less lovely. Her breasts were perky and shapely.

The two squeezed closely together, in front of me. Winnie wrapped her fingers around the middle of my shaft and offered me to Margaret's waiting mouth. My beautiful golden-haired slave happily accepted, wrapping her lips around my cock, licking me gently. I moaned as a quarter of my shaft was engulfed by Margaret's perfect, plump lips. Winnie watched Margaret blow me. The older slave snaked her hands around Margaret, cupping and squeezing the breasts of her play partner. She laid slow, sensual kisses on Margaret's back and shoulders while she worked.

As amazing as this was for me, Winnie could only resist for two minutes.

"My turn," she insisted. Margaret released me from her mouth. Demonstrating her desire, Winnie deep-throated my cock the moment Margaret was clear of me, and I grunted with satisfaction.

"Oh, wow!" Margaret exclaimed involuntarily, watching her friend with jealous eyes. Winnie released me, smiling.

"Impressed?" She asked, jerking me while they talked. My hips bucked and my abs tensed while they objectively discussed the disgustingly wonderful things they were doing to me.

"Yes, for sure. I vomited going half that deep." Margaret replied.

"Best way to learn is to practice," Winnie pointed me towards Margaret, still stroking me.

Margaret scooted forward toward my chair, bumping shoulders with Winnie. With a determined look on her face, she opened her mouth, allowing Winnie to aim my cock between her lips. She slowly lowered her mouth over me, taking more and more of my cock until she was halfway to the bottom.

"Great!" Winnie exclaimed.

Margaret gagged, retreating and spluttering. She gripped my thigh tightly enough that her nails dug into flesh, fighting to catch her breath as she coughed.

"Well, pretty good," the more experienced slave chuckled. She engulfed me again, allowing me to slip down her throat with ease. The tip of my cock was becoming familiar with the tight squeeze at the very back of Winnie's throat, and I wanted to stay inside her forever.

"I don't know how you do it," Margaret said, "I feel like I'll never give a good blowjob."

"Hey!" I interrupted, "I think your blowjobs are amazing." I laid my hand on Margaret's, smiling at her. "Depth isn't everything."

"Thank you Master," She replied. She didn't seem convinced. Winnie released my cock from her mouth.

"Yeah, besides," Winnie said. She paused to slide the flat of her tongue across my testicles. "Gerry probably couldn't suck a cock to save his life," Winnie finished with a smile.

"Probably not," I agreed.

"Ooh, can we eat Margaret?" Winnie asked, her face lighting up with the brilliance of her plan.

"That sounds fun," I agreed, "Margaret, swap places with me." Margaret seemed nervous when she agreed, but did not hesitate.

After some shuffling about in the confines of my messy bedroom, Margaret plopped into the desk chair, her bottoms discarded and legs spread wide. Cautiously, she slid her but forward in the chair until her perfect cunt was presented to the room.

I wasn't quick enough to even drop to my knees before Winnie had buried her face between Margaret's legs. Winnie was voracious, her tongue sloppily lapping at the younger woman's pussy. Margaret gasped with surprise as Winnie licked her. Like me, she wasn't sure what to do with her hands while Winnie gave her cunnilingus.

I stared unabashedly at the lewd scene. Winnie ran her tongue up and down the length of Margaret's vulva, licking her fellow slave thoroughly. My heart raced, and my already erect cock absolutely throbbed. Watching Winnie eat Margaret's pussy was maybe the most arousing thing I'd ever seen in my life.

Winnie paused for a moment, resting her cheek on the inside of Margaret's thigh.

"You like watching girls play with girls, Gerry?" She asked.

"I-uh, it, um... wow," I was dumbstruck. Margaret giggled.

"I'm glad you like it, Master," She said, a broad grin across her face. Margaret rested her hand on the back of Winnie's head, pulling her in closer. Margaret's eyes remained fixed on me while she moaned with pleasure. It seemed like she enjoyed my approval more than she did the feeling of Winnie's mouth.

Cheek still resting against Margaret's thigh, Winnie stuck her tongue out and licked the side of Margaret's labia, eyes fixed on me.

"Will the master be joining?" she asked impatiently.

"What - both at the same time?" I asked.

"Sure," Winnie shrugged, "Margaret's pretty flexible. Right, babe?" In response, Margaret shifted forward, throwing her ankles out to the side and demonstrating just how flexible she really was.

Babe?

I thought.

I was very happy to help Winnie eat Margaret's pussy. Cheek to cheek and tongue to tongue, Winnie and I licked her cunt slowly and sensually, from top to bottom, attacking from both sides. Margaret sighed with satisfaction, giving small, happy squeals of pleasure and approval as we gave oral sex in tandem. I was pleasantly surprised to feel Winnie's hand reaching back between my thighs, squeezing my hard cock and gently fondling my testicles. No sexual position was lewd enough to sate Winnie's appetite.

I turned my head to Winnie, pulling her back from Margaret and pushing my tongue into her mouth. We kissed aggressively, our tongues covered in the taste of pussy. I cupped and lifted her massive tits, sinking my fingers into her generous bust.

"I need to fuck one of you," I eventually said, breaking my kiss with Winnie. Standing up, I tossed comforters aside and tucked the loose corner of a fitted sheet back around my bed.

As I reclined across the unmade bed, Winnie lost her shorts, leaving both of my slaves perfectly naked. The two most gorgeous women I had ever seen stood in my room, both eager to fuck my brains out.

"Who do you want first?" Winnie asked.

"One on my face and one on my cock," I said, "I don't care which."

I had forgotten that Margaret loathed making choices. Even after all this time with me, Margaret was still paralyzed at the thought of disappointing me. Naked and gorgeous, with perfect, high breasts and shapely legs, Margaret's body was quite a juxtaposition with the nervous look on her face. She glanced between me and Winnie, desperate for a clear command.

"Winner sits on his face," Winnie stuck out a fist, "On shoot."

I burst out laughing. It took Margaret a second to catch on.

"Shouldn't the winner get my cock?" I asked, shaking my head.

"I want to ride that jaw," Winnie winked at me.

"Like... Rock Paper Scissors?" Margaret couldn't believe what she was hearing. Winnie nodded.

"Sure!"

Margaret looked at my face, seeking always for her master's approval. With a smile and shrug, I approved the competition. They played a quick game of RoShamBo, Margaret's paper covered Winnie's rock. Of course, I would have been pleased with any outcome.

Winnie acted first. Standing on the edge of the bed, she bent forward and swallowed my cock to the base again, leaving a copious amount of spit as lubricant. Planting one knee next to me, she swung her other leg over and straddled my waist, facing me in cowgirl position. With a quick alignment, she sat down on me slowly, and I groaned with pleasure as her pussy enveloped my cock. Winnie's generous tits hung in front of me, and I helped myself to a double handful. The bumpy smoothness of her large nipples filled my palms as I squeezed her chest, and she smiled at me seductively.

With the headboard above me, Margaret opted to face Winnie, and gently placed a knee on either side of my head. She carefully sat back until her pussy touched my face, and I happily buried my tongue in her cunt lips. Both of my arms came up over her legs, grabbing her lithe, toned body and pulling her to my face. I held her with one hand, and let my other hand explore her perfect, perky breasts. My hands bumped into Winnie's, but we were both happy to share the real estate of Margaret's chest. We mutually groped her as Winnie lifted herself slowly and lowered herself, riding me.