Lenore and Sonya both called me to let me know they were almost home. I was not far behind. When I pulled in, their cars were parked in the driveway. Sherrie and I went inside. I wanted to introduce her to Sonya and the girls. Lenore had gone to change her clothes and Sonya was in the kitchen checking on progress there. I took Sherrie into the kitchen and got her a beer and after giving a quick introduction, asked her to step out the front door to keep watch for Gretchen. I showed her the button to open the gate. I knew the girls would be talking about the new addition to the family and chomping at the bit to meet her.
Part of me was curious about what Joanne and Robin might be telling the other girls in the kitchen. I realized their comments might make things tough on Lenore. On one hand I wanted to protect Lenore. I really did love her. But at the same time I wanted her to toughen up. I needed to rely on the woman and I could not if she could not stand up for herself. I had planned to keep these slaves around for a long time. I could always get rid of all the slaves but Joanne if need be to protect Lenore. but did not want to do that. Re-homing Joanne would be too much for me guilt-wise. I had sworn to my late wife I would always take care of her (our) daughter and sister. I meant to honor that promise. I had to find another solution.
I went back to my bedroom. I met Lenore who was just leaving after changing her clothes. "I hope you know what you are doing, Lenore." I said quietly. "I had a talk with Sherrie on the way home. She went into much more detail than you did about what happened in New Orleans."
"I'm a big girl, Bas." Lenore said, defensively. "Yeah, so you heard the full story about what a submissive slut I am or was. You knew that anyway. I gotta own it. I might have made a mistake inviting Gretchen over. I may get embarrassed if our girls get ignorant and open their mouths in front of her. That is a risk I am willing to take. Of course I'll spank them later but that won't do me any good at first. I've been thinking about this and made some decisions. You don't need you to protect me."
I told her Sherrie wanted to confirm what our girls told her about how we made sure everybody enjoys themselves when we take them to bed. I added what Sherrie asked about her 'taking a little more' and seducing Lenore into being submissive. "I'd have been stunned if she does not try to do exactly that. I am perfectly aware of her intentions. Well, what I anticipated would be her intentions. Lou proposed Sherrie might not have me on her radar at all but I knew otherwise. She left me a few messages to call her in the past year or so. Some ordering me like I should be under thrall and some inviting. I knew what she wanted and never returned a single call. I am a little puzzled she asked your permission. I thought she'd be less blatant. She must be very sure of herself." I started to protest, "But" "But nothing Bas. Stay out of it. This is my problem, my challenge. Let's go greet our guests."
We heard Gretchen come in the front door followed by her two slaves. "Glad to have you here, Gretchen." Lenore greeted the other woman, playing the hostess. "Come on into the kitchen. Ahh Richard! You know Coach Prejean here. Why don't you get her and her girls something to drink. We have hard liquor, beer and a few types of soda. Of course we can also brew coffee." Gretchen said she'd love a beer and followed Richard through the doorway.
I paused to hear Lenore address Sherrie. "Well, it's good to see you not crying and worrying about Gretchen piercing your nipples and other goodies and marking your ass." Lenore greeted Sherrie as she gave the muscular blonde a hug. Sherrie returned the hug and without releasing the hug, kissed Lenore fully on the mouth. "Yep, now you have to worry about ME piercing you." Lenore continued, with a grin.
To give her credit, Sherrie did not miss a beat. "You may own my ass legally, but I am soon gonna own yours in every other way that counts." Sherrie declared. "I've wanted you for over ten years, ever since I watched you and Jessie playing your games. I'm sure you noticed I hung around more when Jessie was in charge and it was your little bare pussy out in the open." She laughed heartily.
I thought Robin and Joanne were going to fall over in astonishment when they saw Lenore and Sherrie walk into the kitchen arm in arm. Gretchen smiled at the pair but did not comment. I wondered what Lenore might have explained to her. I suspected at least a heads up about their prior connection. Lunch was surprisingly enjoyable with all the drama hidden.
"Did you three learn anything at slave camp or did I waste my money sending you?" I asked. Then I grinned, "I know Beth learned to pay attention when Lenore suggests she do something. I'm sure that laser was not pleasant."
"No, kidding." Beth grumbled. "It was worse than a sunburn. My skin felt scalded after that technician burned up my hair follicles. Plus I got strapped twice soon after. It hurt to sit on those plastic chairs in the classroom. I was still really sore the rest of the day, particularly when..." she cut off her statement and looked at Carol. "Okay, I know it is going to come out sooner or later. Carol, your mother decided to have sex with me. Well, more accurately she used me to get her off. Us slaves were sent to the staff lounge and your Mom came in to play. Not only did I have to eat her out, but she rubbed and slapped my sore skin. We discussed what she did later. She punished me for the way I treated her, Rene's and Angie's moms in the past." Carol began to apologize for her mother's actions. "Not necessary. I fully admit I was a bitch to them and I apologized. I've treated others worse for less reason."
"You said you got strapped twice that first morning." I asked. "Why?"
"The first time for not being hairless down there and needing to be lasered. The tech warned me if I made noise while she worked, I'd get more than the five smacks I was already going to get. I barely kept from crying. Then I could not hold the first part of the enema. I cramped so bad. I shit myself. The tech hosed me down and gave me another five swats. I was so sore by then, I just screamed and bawled. Then she started the soap part of the enema all over. I barely held it in the second time and I knew I had to be pretty empty. Well, of poop anyway. It was terrible."
"How about you two?" I asked Joanne and Robin. "What was the most, I guess you would call it memorable part of slave camp?" Both girls immediately said the clean out area where they were flushed and scrubbed. Teri and Sherrie were nodding their heads in agreement.
"I never felt so helpless, so USED in my life." Joanne said. "It was totally demeaning not to mention painful. Beth was right. I'm not sure how I managed to hold that soapy solution in. It burned and I cramped so bad I just knew I was going let loose any second. I was sure I was leaking some. They bound our hands behind our backs and hoisted them up in the air to force us to stay bent over. My shoulders burned and ached. I tried to close my legs a little to raise myself up just an inch but was told if I moved, they'd shove a bigger nozzle up my ass."
"The regular one they used was big enough." Robin said. "I mean it was huge, maybe an inch or more across. And they did not work it inside slowly. I know it was lubed because I watched them rub some lube on it when she did the girl in front of me. She pushed and pulled a couple times and then jammed it all the way up. I barely kept from screaming but I cried. They took the nozzle out for us to sit on the pot and every time it went back up for the rinses, it hurt all over again."
"They did us three times. The first day, Saturday and then again this morning. When I went through the induction center, they did us almost every day, because new girls were arriving daily." Teri, the girl Gretchen bought from Rick, explained. "I guess they kept track because some mornings they called out numbers and let us stand aside and just did certain girls. That was the only break we got."
"One girl did not pay attention when her number was called. She got the whole procedure and then was strapped afterwards in front of us all for not getting in the right line. The guard knew full well the slave was supposed to skip that day. She said it was the girl's own fault she got the extra treatment. And a lesson for all of us to pay attention to orders."
"The last day, the morning of the auction they washed us out again and then had us apply makeup. They wanted us to look good but not too slutty so we'd get a good bid. Any girl who looked too slutty would go get it scrubbed off and try again. Three girls were sent back to the wash room. They came back crying. They not only got their faces washed, but had to endure the whole enema process. The techs used big bertha on them their second time through." Robin explained big bertha was a huge nozzle in comparison to the normal ones which was big enough to hurt.
"I bet the girls were careful with their makeup the second time." Brenda commented.
"Most of the girls helped each other because the lighting made it hard to see with those wall mirrors. I think they are really one way mirrors." Teri said. "Those three girls were pretty rude to everybody so I suspect another girl, their first makeup helper, sabotaged them deliberately. But nobody said anything. We were all too worried about the auction."
The girls' comments confirmed what Rachael had said about the clean out and bathing area being the number one thing to break down a slave. I intended to have a private conversation with Joanne and Robin later about what else they learned. I wanted to observe them a bit first for any changes in attitude.
