Before they were allowed to go to their room for the evening, Sonya sat the new girls down and explained the house rules and assigned them their work tasks. She warned them she could and would paddle them if they stepped out of line or did not become team players.
"Even after their paddling, those new girls are trying to play hard ass," Sonya reported after she dismissed them, "but they will come around. They obviously hate the idea that an inferior person such as myself could give them orders but none of them could hide their fear either." Sonya grinned. "I think they were trying to act tough for each other. I like Pauline. She has a good attitude. I emptied a few drawers for her clothes and gave her some closet space. She is putting her stuff away now."
"The fourth girl, Tamala, isn't going to be much a problem either. She's pretty much resigned to being a slave, knowing her past caught up to her. You could tell she is a hard-core lesbian from the way she was eyeing each of the younger girls. I'd be curious if she's ever had sex with a man. You might want to give her a little experience, Boss." Sonya grinned. "If you don't want to include Lenore, call me. I'd love to watch her suck a cock the first time and coach her along." Sonya giggled. "I considered giving her a little time away from the other three and have her serve me and maybe Pauline tonight. I'll have to think about it."
I wished later Sonya had done exactly that. If she had made Tamala serve them, it might have made Pauline's job much easier.
After breakfast, I had a few errands to run. First on my list was to get the four new slave's cell phones transferred to my account. I asked them for their passcodes. I also wanted to get their driver's licenses reinstated. A slave driver's license had the photo turned ninety degrees on the card like an underage driver. I'd learned the slave did not have to be present as long as I had her slave number and was the registered owner. The motor vehicle department would use the photo on file to issue a replacement.
I returned home mid-morning and handed out the licenses and returned the cell phones. "You may not have heard. As Lana knows full well, I check cell phone usage. I read all text messages and you better have my permission to make a phone call unless it is to a member of our family. The only reason you have these at all is I want you to be able to call for help in case of an emergency when I allow you out on your own."
"What about calls to our lawyers?" Allie asked. "Larry Orville is working on our slave estates and we might need to have some contact."
I suspected she wanted to contact him for other reasons but said, "Normally, a slave has nothing to do with how his or her estate is handled. That is between the assigned estate agents and the slave's family. But you do have the right to talk to your lawyer during the first week of your enslavement. I also have the right to be present when you meet with him. You can ask Lana how I was there when she talked to her lawyer. Orville is not going to be able to do much for you, but I am going to be busy with other matters for the rest of this week so I am going to allow some contact. I'll warn you now, don't abuse my generosity."
I knew that statement would get the same response as telling a couple toddlers not to touch the candy you left on the table in front of them. I wanted to see what the women had planned. I noticed Pauline seemed to be unusually quiet. Her hair had been recently combed. I noticed her nipples tented her t-shirt and it was evident she wasn't wearing a bra. Going braless around the house was not unusual for my girls, but I thought I'd remembered she'd been fully dressed that morning. When I looked closely, her eyes were red and I assumed she'd been crying.
After I dismissed the girls, I called Pauline back and told her I wanted to talk to her in my office. "So what happened?" I asked.
"Nothing happened," she answered almost too quickly. Then, "I can handle it. I just have to figure out how. I've been in tough situations before, but not quite like this."
"Pauline, when I ask a question, I expect an answer," I said. "I may decide to not get involved or I might decide to step in. Now, tell me why you have been crying and why you are not wearing a bra like you were this morning."
"You noticed I'm not wearing a bra?" she asked incredulously and glanced down to see if her nipples were that erect. They seemed to stand up even more. "Alright. Tammie happened. After Sonya and you left, she came into my bedroom to remind me of our former relationship." At my puzzled expression she said, "I know you were listening when I confessed to Laura Hebert. I told everybody Tammie and I were in a lesbian relationship when the rape occurred. I also said she was the dominant partner. By dominant I mean she was the defacto boss not as in dominant versus my being her sexual submissive."
"There was more to the story than I told before. When I went back and confronted her about her tattooing Hebert, she took things a little further than I revealed. She was more aggressive than she'd ever been. I told you all about her slapping me, which she did, several times. What I did not tell was how she stripped my top off me as I stood there crying and she pinched my nipples and shook my tits. She asked me how I'd like them tortured as I was raped like we'd done to the girl. Of course I was upset and wanted to avoid that at all costs. Tammie told me to keep my mouth shut or else. She'd got a taste of being sexually dominant and I could tell she'd enjoyed it. I avoided her after that, especially when I received that other warning and knew I was in danger."
"When we met again last week, she didn't tell me about her sex life but I could tell she had at least role-played dominant/submissives games since. She had that look on her face like I was a target. This morning when she got me behind closed doors, she grabbed me by my hair, pushed me onto the bed and held me down as she slapped my tits. She'd heard that girl, Joanne, laugh about my being head girl of the rapists. She said that was not going to happen and told me I would not give her orders. She was the boss, always had been and always would be. She stripped me and pinched my nipples until I agreed and then made me eat her pussy. She ordered me to not wear underwear until she gives me permission. That would demonstrate my submission."
I was not happy. "Pauline, in my household that does not work. Last night I heard a few of the girls discussing why some are bald and how those rings I removed from Sherrie's nipples came to be there in the first place." She nodded. "Now that was a slave trying to intimidate a free woman. But I will not tolerate slaves forcing themselves on other slaves either. Sex itself between the girls is consensual unless of course ordered by one of us free people."
