Dameon Claims His Birthright Ch 03

Recap: In an imperial society Dameon, an 18 year old, upon the death of his wealthy father, learns that his stepmother and slightly older stepsister are, in fact, slaves rather than the free women they purport to be. Now they live as his slaves though he permits them to continue the sham of freedom in front of others.

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They ate in silence with mother and daughter too frightened to utter a sound while Dameon sat smug in the knowledge of his total control of the situation. "Whenever there is anyone else present the two of you will address me as "Dear Son and Dear Brother," he commanded. "Unless of course I have revealed to them that you are my slaves. Is that clearly understood?"

"Yes Master," his stepmother replied without looking up at him.

"Yes Master," his stepsister answered.

He leaned back in his chair reached down, opened his pants, and took out his cock. "Would you like a sweet dessert, mother?"

Gulping down her embarrassment, Alicia replied as she knew she was required to, "Y-yes Master."

"Your lovely daughter was honored with its taste yesterday and it was indeed sweet, was it not, sister?"

Her head bowed, Salena murmured, "Yes Master."

"You see," he addressed Alicia, "Your daughter confirms it. Crawl down under the table and find out for yourself."

"Y-yes M-Master." she replied and obediently got down on her hands and knees beneath the table.

"See you do an extremely pleasing job," her stepson warned her. "Else poor little Salena may be subjected to another session with the whip ---- this one on her slutty tits!"

His stepsister whimpered as a shudder swept through her!

"I will be pleasing, Master!" Alicia hastened to assure him as she crawled toward him. "Please do not whip your sister again, I beg of you!"

When she reached him she reached up and began gently stroking his hairy balls as she ran the tip of her tongue slowly up and down along the underside of his rigid shaft ----- the way her late husband had required her to do whenever he wished to be worshiped orally.

"Ah," Dameon purred pleasurably. "A good start. Now take in my cock. There is nothing like having an adoring pair of slave lips wrapped around a cock first thing in the morning to properly stimulate it."

Alicia opened her mouth wide and slid the huge male member inside until it filled her mouth then began sucking as she continued to fondle and caress his testicles. Dameon grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down farther until he had forced his way into her throat and she had to struggle in order not to gag. "All the way, bitch!"

Alicia ministered to her cruel stepson / master frantically, servicing him as a supplicant would a god.

Then it began! ------ Just as she feared it would! --------- KNEW it would! It began as a warmth deep within her loins but soon increased until it was a raging inferno engulfing her entire female soul! She despised her body for reacting this way to rough dominance at the hands of a male ----- HATED it! --------- but there was no denying it ----- or preventing it!

"Salena," Dameon commanded. "Crawl under the table, lift our dear mother's gown, pull down her panties and check her cunt. Tell me if it is wet."

"Y-yes Master," she replied as she got down on her hands and knees and began crawling toward her mother. Upon reaching her she dutifully raised the gown and slid the panties down. When she saw the glistening wetness there a tear slid from her eye and down her cheek.

"Well?" her brother demanded. "Is it wet?"

At first she considered lying but he could easily find out the truth for himself then it would probably mean punishment for the both of them. "Yes Master," she finally murmured.

"Is she gushing?"

Salena hung her head in shame. "Y-yes M-Master."

"Reach between her legs and insert three fingers."

"Oh PLEASE Master!" she begged. "Please have mercy, Master! This is our MOTHER after all!"

"Have you forgotten the whip?" he asked her menacingly.

She whimpered and did as commanded. Alicia was indeed sopping wet and her clit and pussy lips were swollen. She jumped slightly as she was invaded.

"None of that!" Dameon rebuked her. "Stay concentrated upon the task I have given your mouth. What happens to your cunt is for me to decide!" To Salena he commanded. "Begin playing with her. Get her so hot she is about to explode!"

She obeyed and soon her mother was squirming and humping on her hand while still sucking frantically at Dameon's cock and ministering to his balls.

"Here it comes," he said at last. "Gulp it all down!"

Then he began shooting globs of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it all greedily, Salena's fingers inside her now driving her wild!

"P-please Master!" she begged when he withdrew from her. "Please permit me to cum, Master! PLEASE MASTER!"

"Permission granted," he replied as he stood and put his manhood back inside his pants.

Beneath the table his stepmother literally EXPLODED on the hand of her daughter! Her dripping, throbbing pussy clenched and clenched around Salena's fingers as shuddering wave after shuddering wave of carnal ecstasy crashed into and buffeted her helpless body. When finally it ended she collapsed in a panting, totally spent, COMPLETELY ASHAMED heap on the floor as Salena knelt above her. Both slaves were weeping.

"Get up," Dameon commanded. "Remove your panties, mother, and you take yours off, sister, From now on the two of you go bare assed at all times."

When they had both obeyed and were standing before him, he told Alicia, "Go fetch the dark slave. We are going to take her into the square and sell her. With some of the proceeds I am going to purchase some delightful toys for the two of you with which to entertain me!"

He pulled the bell cord used to summon household slaves. In a few minutes the naked blond slave returned. "Yes Mistress?" she inquired of Alicia.

"Address me," Commanded Dameon. The girl glanced at Alicia. But before she could nod, Dameon continued, "If you look at her once more when I give you a command you will be whipped!"

"Yes My Lord," she replied. Then, remembering, hurriedly corrected herself, "Master."

"Go tell one of the man servants to hitch a team to the carriage and await us in front."

"Yes Master."

In a few minutes Dameon, Alicia, Salena and a black slave girl of about Dameon's age approached the carriage as a man in bright red livery clothing stood holding open the door to the large carriage. The slave was a gorgeous black woman with ebony hair and skin of a deep mahogany hue. She was naked with her wrists chained behind her back and a huge chain wrapped around her throat and secured with a heavy padlock beneath her chin. She stood silently with her head bowed.

The carriage driver held out his hand to help Alicia up onto the step and into the carriage's enclosed passenger compartment (the driver's seat was on top and in front.) but Dameon stepped forward and informed the driver, "I will enter first."

Confused, the man looked at Alicia. "It shall be as my Dear Son wishes," she said, unable to look the man in the eye. Obligingly he stepped aside as the young man climbed aboard. Then he helped Alicia and Salena aboard and finally roughly hoisted the black slave inside, closing the door behind his passengers.

Once inside, Dameon, Alicia, and Salena seated themselves on the seats which were facing each other on either side of the compartment. The chained slave girl knelt on the floor between them, that being the proscribed place for female property to ride. Alicia and her daughter found themselves unable to look at the black girl, knowing that, by all rights, they should be down there with her, being, in truth slaves, whom Dameon was merely permitting to impersonate free women ------- for now!

"Bitch," Dameon said to the girl. "Kneel with your knees wide apart." Once she had obeyed, he turned to his stepsister, "Salena, get down there and stick some fingers up her cunt. See if she is still intact or has been broken in."

"Dear Brother," she replied hoping she was being tactful enough. "She was part of the stock of a brothel when Father purchased her in order to take her out of that cruel environment. She is certainly no longer a virgin." She was hoping to spare the poor slave the humiliation of an intimate inspection.

"Do as I say," Dameon insisted.

"Yes Dear Brother," she replied as she knelt down in front of the girl's now open thighs.

The chained slave was puzzled by what seemed some new relationship between the young man and the two free women. She had never seen them display so much deference toward him. True, he was now man of the family and entitled to heightened respect but this went beyond that. This was more akin to how slaves behaved toward their owner.

She let out a gasp when Salena's fingers invaded and penetrated deep within her most feminine recesses, exploring and probing.

WHAP! Dameon back handed her across the side of the head! "Keep quiet unless someone addresses you!"

"Y-yes My Lord. I apologize."

WHAP! Another back hand! "Address me as Master!"

"Yes Master."

Salena removed her hand from inside the girl. "She has been broken in, Dear Brother."

"Spread her cunt lips so that I can get a look," he commanded. Then to the girl, "Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue."

She obeyed and Dameon took a good look at her exposed pussy, gaping mouth, and stretched out tongue. After he had had a good look he told her, "Turn around so that your ass is facing me and bend over as far as you can. Once again she obeyed until her rear was pointed in his direction and her forehead was touching the floor.

"Salena," he told his stepsister. "Spread her ass cheeks as far as you can so that I can get a good look in there."

"Y-yes Dear Brother," she deferred and bent to her task. Dameon took a good look then told his stepsister, "That will do. She has nice, fuckable holes. She should earn me a good price. Get back in your seat."

"Yes Dear Brother."

The black woman resumed her upright kneeling position but continued to hang her head in shame and humiliation.

A short time later they arrived at an establishment which dealt in the buying and selling of slaves. "Remain outside," he commanded Salena and Alicia.

"Yes Dear Son."

"Yes Dear Brother."

With that, he took hold of the end of the girl's neck chain and led her inside. After some time he emerged without her, carrying a large stack of Imperials, the common currency of the empire. "Come," he commanded the two women. He led them down the street to a shop specializing in sex toys men bought for use with their slaves. Once again, he bade them wait outside. They did so, becoming increasingly concerned as to what wicked devices he might be purchasing with which to torment them.

"This way," he commanded leading them down the street further and down an ally. They soon found themselves in a narrow, deserted alleyway.

"Mother," Dameon said as he reached into the bag and took out what seemed to be some sort of harness device. It had what appeared to be a belt with a strap with both of its ends attached to the belt so that when the belt was held as if around a waist, the strap would run between the legs. On the inside of the strap were two long, wide penis shaped protuberances pointing upward and inward. "Lift your gown above your waist. "

"But Dear Son," she replied in shock. "Someone might see me!"

"OBEY!" he snapped. "And address me as you were told when we are alone!"

"Y-yes Master." she then obediently lifted the hem of the gown until her legs, ass, and cunt were exposed, looking around nervously and praying that no one entered the alleyway.

"Move your feet apart," Dameon commanded. Once again the woman obeyed and her stepson reached down and put the strap between her open legs. Then, roughly, he shoved one of the imitation penises deep within her cunt and the other one up her ass. She yelped with pain and he slapped her across the mouth commanding, "Shut up!" Finally he buckled the belt portion around her waist effectively anchoring the fake cocks securely inside her. "Now you may lower your gown." She did so, glad to be covered again but extremely uncomfortable at being filled and stretched in both holes.

Dameon removed an identical device from the bag and told his stepsister, "Your turn now."

Once both women had been impaled upon the evil harnesses he told them, "From now you wear those at all times unless I remove them."

"B-but Master," Salena protested. "What if we need to relieve ourselves?"

He grinned evilly, "Then you will just have to ask me for permission to take it off. Come."

With that he led them back toward the waiting carriage. Each step was painful for the women. But more than that, it stimulated and aroused them. They began to moisten and their heartbeats hastened. Heat rose in their faces. Hotter and hotter they got until, after only a short distance, sexual hunger was raging within them, the need to cum growing and growing.

Knowing the emotions boiling within each of them, Dameon remarked, "No cumming without permission. Disobey and it is the whip for you!"

Both slaves whimpered. Could they obey that command of denial? COULD THEY?! ------ Or would their bodies betray them and cause them to cum involuntarily ----- in public?! ------ Resulting in a whipping for doing it without permission?!!!!!