The story continues. After discovering the true slave status of his stepmother, Alicia, and stepsister, Salena, erroneously believed to have been freed by his late father, he exerts his ownership and dominance over them. In the last chapter, after forcing them to accompany him to the town to sell one of the household slaves he then purchases evil harnesses for them with large imitation cocks inserted into their cunts and asses. Now they are inside the carriage with him under strict prohibition against cumming without permission no matter how aroused they might become.
Once they were inside the carriage, Dameon instructed the driver to take a different route back to the estate, one which led over a road much more pocked with bumps and holes. Then he watched with sadistic satisfaction as each bounce and lurch of the carriage caused each of the women new waves of sexual torment. Before long each was trembling and glistening with perspiration as they squirmed and clawed at the seats beneath them and juices of extreme arousal gushed from their cunts, leaking out around the object filling them and trickled down the insides of their quivering thighs. Their sore, filled, and stretched assholes only exacerbated their agony!
"P-please Master!" Salena begged in a hoarse whisper. "Please permit me to cum, Master!"
"Do you wish such permission also," he inquired of Alicia.
"Yes Master!" she nearly screamed. "PLEASE MASTER!!"
"I will think upon it," he teased. "Meanwhile keep in mind, both of you, that it is the whip if you disobey and do it without permission."
His stepmother groaned and hung her head in helpless misery.
"Master," his stepsister implored. "Why are you being so cruel? Have we not been obedient since confronted with our enslaved status? Have we been so bad to you in the past?"
"Bad, you ask?" he retorted. "Shall you tell her how bad you and she have been, Mother?"
"P-please Master," Alicia begged. "I only thought I was doing what was right, what was for your own good."
"By depriving me?" he asked derisively.
"Wh-what is he talking about?" Salena inquired of her mother.
"What she is referring to, Dear Sister," he snarled. "Is how she influenced my father against me."
"That isn't how it was," she said. "I merely --."
"SILENCE!" Dameon barked. The woman quieted immediately.
"I was 10 when Father purchased the two of you," Dameon continued. "You, Salena, were a ripe young slave girl only two years my senior. I looked forward to my 16th birthday when a male can legally own slaves. I asked Father to agree to give you to me when I reached that age and I think he would have granted my request." He gave Alicia an angry look. "But this bitch convinced him that I had not the right temperament to manage you or any other female property."
Salena silently reflected that her brother's present behavior toward herself and her mother bore out that assessment, but she dared not voice such an opinion.
"Consequently, he not only refused to give you to me but also forbade me to have any slave. So, while my mates of the same age were bedding and fucking their first slave holes, I was denied that right. To make my humiliation worse, shortly after denying my request he freed the both of you -------- or so I thought at the time!"
"But Master, -----" Salena began.
"But nothing!" he cut her off. "I was treated with disrespect and now the two of you are paying for it ----- and will continue to do so ----- DEARLY!"
The young woman said no more and they continued on in silence but soon her mother began to moan and rock back and forth. "P-please Master! Please permit it! I HAVE to, MASTER! PLEASE MASTER!"
"The only thing you HAVE to do, bitch," he growled in return. "Is whatever I tell you to do, and I choose to deny you permission."
"But Mas--!" But her words were cut off as she began to shake and buck, her back arched. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!" she cried out as the eruptions of involuntary orgasms ripped and tore through her helpless body, over which she had no control at the moment. When finally it ended she sat hunched over, shoulders slumped, head hanging, as she panted and gasped for breath.
"Disobedient slut!" Dameon cursed her. "You get the whip on your ass, back, tits, and cunt as soon as I have you inside."
For her part, Salena sat still and silent, acutely aware that it would take but just a little nudge for her to be pushed over the edge as had her mother. Silently she cursed her woman's body for being so susceptible to male domination and manipulation. She cursed herself for being born female and bemoaned the reality of her totally powerless status as a slave, a being under the complete and total control of the man who now owned her, externally and internally!
"Salena," Dameon said to his stepsister. "Come over here and sit beside me." Silently the young woman obeyed. When she was seated as directed her brother commanded, "Pull the hem of your gown up to your waist." The woman obeyed and the evil harness with the huge imitation penises filling her cunt and ass was exposed. "Part your knees." She moved them a few inches apart. SMACK! He slapped her hard across the mouth! "Wider!" Her mouth throbbing from the blow, she parted them as far as she could. "My, my," he remarked. "Look at how wet you are down there. You must really enjoy your new article of apparel. I'll bet you are extremely close, aren't you bitch?"
"Y-yes M-Master!" she panted. "Please permit it, Master!"
Instead of answering he reached down and took hold of the harness at the point where the penis filling her sopping cunt began and gave it just a little shake.
That was all it took! A series of explosive orgasms ripped through her body over and over again. She bucked and moaned as wave after wave of intense pleasure engulfed her. When it was over she sat slumped over in defeat just as her mother had.
