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.
