Gotta Pay the Piper

"It'll be more fun to watch the video," I countered. "It's finally sinking in their lives have changed. They are worried."

Lenore said, "Okay give me five minutes to apply a little makeup around my eyes. I really need to get some rest one of these nights." I teased her about whose idea it was to invite two girls to our bed. She grinned. "Oh, it was totally worth losing a little sleep, but I have to at least try to look like I didn't spend half the night having sex."

I cued up the video. "We are so fucked!" Lana lamented. "You girls heard Paige. She's making plans to fuck us over!"

"Yeah, but we can't really blame her," Allie conceded. "We were going to totally fuck her over. I'd still do it if I hadn't got caught and convicted, but she came out on top. We lost. Makes me ALMOST want to curl up and cry but that is just not part of my nature either. I'll admit I'm pissing my panties to you girls, but I'll keep a brave face otherwise. Never let them see you down."

"Speaking of pissing," Candi interjected, "you heard Paige laugh about Sonya's punishment for rudeness. We are gonna have to be damn careful if we don't want to taste Paige's piss."

"Taste, my ass! She said 'drink' a little piss to make them think twice about being rude," Allie said. "That should tell you what she plans. I hope she never really talks to Anita Orville. I made that women seal her mouth onto my pussy and drink everything in my bladder quite a few times. Girl was green around the gills afterwards but she learned to control her mouth. I may have been the heartless bitch she called me but I was not going to let her say it. She learned to never even offer a cross word. And everybody knows Lana peed on Charlotte's face and in her mouth."

"What concerns me is the other thing Paige said about us practicing giving blowjobs," Candi said. "She said something about our future careers. You don't think she is planning on whoring us out, do you?"

"She can't do that," Lana said, shaking her head. "Not directly. Prostitution itself is illegal. Of course there are all kinds of ways to work around the law. She could lend us to a friend or something but nothing like setting us up in a brothel. And I'm not sure Bas will let her do that. He doesn't even share his girls with Richard. He doesn't touch Geri and that other girl. They are essentially Richard's property."

"I wouldn't mind hopping in bed with Richard," Candi said, grinning. "I bet a young kid like that would be a Hell of a fun ride. I bet I could turn him every which way but loose once I got my lips wrapped around his cock." The other two women laughed.

"If it'd keep me away from Paige, I'd fuck and suck Bas into a coma!" Lana offered. "But I doubt he'd let me near his cock again. He hates me."

"Can you blame him?" Candi scoffed. "We planned to fuck over his girlfriend's mother and talked about hurting Lenore if we could have gotten away with it. Trusting us is not on his menu. I hate the bastard got over on us, but I actually have to respect the guy."

"That is one thing we have to watch, girls. Try to not EVER refer to or even think of Bas as a bastard or Lenore and Paige as bitches. They own our asses. Our survival depends on them," Allie said. "We need to kiss ass, suck cock, or lick pussy. I hate to say it, but we lost and they won. I have no idea how but we gotta get on Bas' good side. Maybe if we do, he'll protect us from Paige."

"Don't count on that," Lana said, morosely. "You better just resign yourself to having Paige work us over. She's taking us away for a while. The only thing we can hope for is Bas stays our owner. Whenever we see him, we need to be not only polite but solicitous."

"Solicitous?" Candi asked. "Are we expanding our vocabulary? Say what you mean, kiss his ass and hope to at least get back into his good graces so we aren't completely fucked over. His girls all seem to love his ass. That has to tell you something."

"Yeah, even Geri seems to like him," Lana said. Candi laughed and said Geri loved getting Richard's cock. "Well, that too. She seems happier now than I've seen her in a long time. I mean, even as a slave she seems content."

"So, what do we do? We gotta have a game plan," Allie said.

"Like I said, we kiss ass. Paige is gonna screw us over," Candi said. "We take whatever she throws our way, try to smile, and survive. And for God's sake, girls, don't run your mouths and make it worse for all of us. We are already tatted up. We'll get our holes stretched in a heartbeat if we piss somebody off."

"No shit! If I'm gonna get my pussy stretched at all, I want it to be with an actual cock. And I sincerely would want to be able to feel it when I get fucked next," Lana said. "I wish you two had not gone that route of stretching out those sluts of yours." She shook her head, "Don't get me wrong. I'd have done the same thing to any bitch under my control and I didn't feel a bit bad pushing my hand up Slutty Sue's pussy. It's fun to be that empowered. But I sure as Hell don't want mine stretched out. And I don't want you two to come down on me when I drop to my knees and beg to suck Bas' cock. My new motto is gonna be 'ingratiate and cooperate'."

I turned off the video. Lenore laughed, "Not going to do them much good. Mom is still gonna fuck them over. I want to show this to Mom. She might make the girls an offer, AFTER she strips the hide off their carcasses and nails it to the wall a few times."

Knowing what I did, I watched the three more closely to see if their attitudes had shifted. And indeed, they were very polite all day. Candi asked Tammie to apply some of that cream to control the inflammation from her tats. I heard each of the three even offer to lick Tammie's pussy, knowing they would not earn any extra credit for their endeavors. "If we are gonna be marked forever, I want it to look as good as possible," was Lana's explanation. "I want you happy with me."

Tammie seemed puzzled at first. She'd told the girls several times, she was already bringing her 'A' game to create the best tats possible. She caught on quickly to the three's new agenda. In an aside to me, she said, "Those three are in full kiss-ass mode. They are scared shitless and will do whatever they can to stay out of any further trouble." Her grin told me she was amused.

I realized how much my other girls had caught on and were unsympathetic with the three's plight when Sue came home from her day working at Charlotte's Boutique. "Boss," she announced at dinner, "Charlotte received a new line of slave girl apparel today. She sent me home with a few samples. According to her, they are specifically for these three to wear." She waved her hand to indicate Lana, Candi and Allie.

She reached into a bag and pulled out a tiny sports bra and what looked like boy-shorts. I was puzzled. The clothes looked sized for a preteen girl. Lana spoke before I had the chance. "My right tit would barely fit in that bra, much less my whole upper body. You gotta be kidding!"

Sue smiled and said simply, "They stretch." She winked at me. "Charlotte had me try them on today. See how they are woven? They stretch easily and expand to fit but they are definitely form fitting. When you get them on, they are ultra-thin and conform to every curve. Paint would be thicker cover. Hell, you'd be able to tell a bulge from pussy hair if you still had any. I mean these things are advertised as being the very definition of form fitting. And despite being so thin, they are opaque. And although they are skin-tight, they are extremely comfortable." She handed Lana the bra.

Lana pulled it on over her head. It nestled her breasts. "Wow, your nips really stand up against the stretched weave of the bra, and there is no hiding those rings. I can even see the locking nut." Sue rubbed her finger across Lana's nipple and ring, then turned to me, "What do ya think, Boss? These clothes cover the skin but leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. You just gotta see what the panties look like. Talk about a camel toe! My clit is not that big, but I swore when I spread my legs I could almost see it pushed out against the fabric! I bet Sherrie would be a sight in one of these with that big clit of hers! I'd love to see that."

Sherrie smiled and shrugged. "I'll show you my clit in one of those pantie shorts, but you'll have to agree to lick it afterwards." Several of the other girls laughed at that and Angie wondered aloud if it would stimulate a clit or be too tight to move.

Rene countered that if it did rub the girl's clit it might be distracting. "You'd never get any studying done, Angie. You'd be hopping around all the time letting your panties jill you."

"Charlotte is hoping to start a new trend with this new line of slave apparel. She got the local distribution rights. The idea is to cover plenty of skin so they don't violate any sensibilities, but leave little to the imagination and let the girl's figure be seen. Perfect for slaves in public and can be worn in front of nuns or kids." Sue laughed. "I know I better start working out hard so I don't get fat. You could see that extra pound or two in those clothes. Sherrie has me working out with her. Well, she is working out and I am trying. I'm damn glad you set up that exercise area for us. Guess no fat slaves for you, huh?" I shook my head. "Well, I know a better way to lose weight. Well, more fun. Just invite me to your bed more. That is one Hell of a workout! Just putting in my request here. Selling clothes is not that taxing, mentally or physically."

"Yeah, you had to get your spiel in," Angie said. "Get in line."

Sonya told Pauline to unlock Lana's chastity belt so she could model the bottoms. The thin fabric was just as advertised. Paint would have almost made a thicker covering. Lana could not help but blush as the girls admired how hot she looked. "These outfits come in a whole series of pastels," Sue announced. "And yeah, they are low cut enough in front to show a little cleavage. Charlotte asked me to check and report back if their new tats were covered. Can I take a picture on my phone to show Charlotte tomorrow?" I told her to go right ahead. "She wants to send it to Paige. She's gonna let Paige have a few sets for cost if she wants to dress her girls in them. She wanted to get some with the store logo on the butt to use as advertisement, but the image gets distorted as it stretches to fit different size asses."

"Well, it might not be evident with the white ones, but if a girl got wet wearing one of the other colors, I bet you could tell," Angie said. Rene laughed and said everybody's pussy did not stay wet. "Yeah, like your pussy does not get wet every time you think of sex. Challenge time! If your pussy is not wet right now, I'll be your sex toy for the next week! But you'll be mine if it is." Angie declared.

"No bet!" Rene giggled. "Just thinking of wearing that tiny outfit out in public has me all gooey."

Most of the girls were enjoying the demonstration far more than the three. Pauline asked, "Did Charlotte say anything about wanting to use the three as models?"

Sue said, "Maybe later but she'll talk to Paige about that. This weekend she plans to have Cindy and Becky dressed up in different color outfits. One or the other will walk up and down the sidewalk out front while the other helps with sales. She said she knew we had pigs to process this Saturday. Her boys are all excited about that."

"Bet those boys would be excited to see a few girls dressed in those outfits, too," Carol quipped.

"Maybe, but that's the whole idea of the skin being covered. Perfectly legal for even minors." Sue said.

Sue mentioning the hog processing caught Lenore's attention. "I'm guessing you are planning to go shoot a few?" she asked me. I told her I was leaving as soon as I finished supper and changed clothes. "Wanda told me Derek and John Dubois have shot a few. The Dubois boys have been too busy with school."

I turned to Richard, "Do you have any exams coming up or do you want to go out tonight?" Richard grinned and said he could be ready to go in five minutes. All he needed to do was stop to pee.

Pauline leaned forward and told Richard in a loud enough voice to be heard by all, "Five minutes? It takes you that long to drain your bladder? You are too young to have prostate problems. Maybe some of these girls need to step up and give it a little exercise. Your two seem to be slacking a bit." Watching Richard blush, she continued, "Paige gave me some instructions for cock sucking training. Guess we have another reason to get the job done. Your health can't be neglected! I'll be around later with one of my girls and take care of you."

Neither Geri nor Marianne seemed happy with the idea. Lenore started laughing loudly. She looked at me and grinned, knowing her mother had started the whole idea of her girls sucking both Richard and me multiple times mainly to get my goat.

I told Richard about Paige's idea on the way to the Hacienda. I also explained about the conversation after supper the night before about Pauline and Tammie being allowed to go to work. "I wondered. Paige seemed to be getting ideas last night at supper. Both Marianne and Geri told me they would handle all my needs and said they would keep me too drained for me to have any interest to even try to get it up for the other girls. In fact, Geri started to actually get mad at the idea of her mother sucking my cock."

Richard started chuckling. "If, or rather when you marry Lenore, she'll be my aunt. What does that make Paige? My great-aunt? I'm gonna throw it back at her and tell her she needs to give me a hummer or two, so I can see if my Great Aunt still has game."

I told him to be careful, because Paige might not back down. He better be prepared for her to call his bluff. He grinned. "I can handle her."

Richard and I added three medium sized sows to the animals to be processed. "I hope those rafters can carry the weight!" I said to Derek. "What are we gonna do with all that meat?"

He shrugged. "I'll call Marc Hebert and see if he could use several coolers full and we'll give the rest to the guy at the food bank. Maybe we can work a trade for some crab and shrimp. I'm gonna have Clarice break out that big smoker she built. We'll start the ribs early. Maybe a couple loins." We sat and made plans how to utilize the overabundance of pork. Derek wanted to try his hand at spicy link sausage. We laughed and toasted our ambitions. "Getting our slaves to pay for themselves and growing produce or harvesting enough meat to feed them is our goal. And neither of us are lacking for money to finance the whole thing. Here's to fun endeavors!"

Saturday morning, Lana and the others surprised me with their enthusiasm. They stepped up as soon as we arrived and loudly offered their services wherever Derek wanted them. He winked at me and put them to work on the weighing and packing line. Derek knew about my surveillance cameras and my advance intelligence concerning the three. "I don't blame them for wanting to do whatever they can to stay away from Paige. I wouldn't want that woman in charge of my ass either!" he said with a laugh. I told him it would not help them much. "Yeah, I know. They are grasping at straws. They are hoping for any good word you might pass along to Paige."

The girls brought their 'A' game for the whole following week. None of them did anything to deserve a spanking or get her holes stretched. Mid-week Tammie announced the tattoos were finished. I was indeed impressed with her work and with Sarah Lafitte's help, introduced her to the artist who had tattooed the Hacienda girls. The woman was interested in expanding her own business. She'd been quite busy doing semi-permanent makeup but enjoyed inscribing other images into her clients' flesh. She needed to discuss her ideas with Paige since she was to be in charge of Tammie. I was pretty sure they'd reach an agreement.

Allie, Candi, and Lana each approached at one time or the other to beg me to reconsider turning them over to Paige. They were all careful to not say anything derogatory but instead, tearfully promised me they had learned their lesson and would be 'model slaves' if I would change my mind about sending them to live under Paige. Each also apologized to Lenore about everything they'd done and begged her to intercede on their behalf.

From what I gleaned from the camera feeds, they knew they were fighting a lost cause but all were so terrified of what Paige might have in store for them they were willing to grovel for a possible reprieve. I had no doubt their fears were justified.

Paige had made it clear to me what she did to the three would be solely her decision. I might not approve, but once she took them over, I was to 'butt out'. She also said that while her wrath was directed at the three, Pauline and Tamala would get still get caught up to some degree. She agreed to try to mitigate that as much as she could.

Pauline and Tammie would not suffer near as much. Paige liked the idea of Tammie working as a tattoo artist. Pauline, as her head girl, had to be above the others so she would enjoy special privileges. Pauline had sent out her resume to area businesses and already scheduled a few interviews. I suspected, with her credentials, the woman would have her pick of job opportunities.

The 'trio' as they were grouped, were little more than a set of butts to be spanked or holes to be used sexually in Paige's eyes. Those holes just happened to be 'surrounded by beautiful, sexy slave flesh which made their use just that much more desirable', as Paige expressed it. I cautioned Paige about violating prostitution laws or pushing the limits of slave abuse.

"I'm covered, Bas," she'd told Lenore and me in private. "I've conferred with both Lou Player and my cousin. I have a game plan. As a matter of fact, I am going to utilize some of your advice. When Pauline is otherwise engaged, Tammie is going to be in charge of the three. Not that I need to answer to the three for anything I do, but I will have a reason Tammie and Pauline are exempt from most of what I have in mind. I need them to supervise."

Two fifteen that next Thursday found Pauline sitting with me in the kitchen waiting for the three to get dressed and report. Pauline was casually dressed in a blouse and jeans. The three showed up wearing the tiny slave girl outfits Charlotte had provided. Lana wore a pink set while Allie and Candi wore blue and green respectively. The skimpy outfits were so tight they looked painted onto the women's skin. High heels completed their assemble. Even with their completely bald heads, their slutty makeup made them look like sex on a stick as all three were quite aware.

Tammie was away working with Tina Adams, the tattoo artist to set up their new studio. Paige had invested most of the money (subsidized with a loan from me) and technically owned seventy five percent of the studio itself. She left it to the women to order the supplies, equipment and needed furniture for their venture. I stayed out of how the money was to be distributed although Lenore had helped her mother work out the details.

"Please, Bas!" Allie begged. Her lips quivered. The other two looked ready to bawl themselves. Their fear was palpable. "We don't know what Paige plans, but please don't let it happen. We'll be good girls, we promise! Just keep us here!"

I realized it was not just they were afraid of where Paige had ordered Pauline to take them when Allie said. "I never thought I'd say this, but please let us wear those chastity belts. I'd even take a butt plug to deny access there. Don't let Paige turn us out as whores."

"Sorry girls," Pauline answered before I could, "Paige gave specific instructions for you to wear those sexy outfits. She wants you to look as hot as possible. That is why she sent those pictures of how she wanted your makeup done."