Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 60

"I think it is perfectly okay," Sheila, Richard's female friend, was saying when I walked into the kitchen. She and Harper were sitting just outside the back door on a couple of lawn chairs and I could hear them plainly from the kitchen. They probably didn't realize the windows were open to allow some fresh air into the house. A screen does little to hinder sound.

I sat down to listen. I was glad my other girls had not started supper preparation yet. If I were caught violating the girls' privacy by eavesdropping in on their private, candid conversations, I'd be embarrassed.

I smiled to myself. Unbeknownst to them, I listened to my slaves all the time, but these girls were free. I felt a little guilty but soothed my disquiet by telling myself they are still minors, and I was merely looking out for their welfare by listening to their candid conversations. I was curious, and after all, I rationalized, it was my house.

Sheila might not be Richard's girlfriend, but she was his guest, and she'd been spending a fair amount of time at our house lately, to include eating supper each Friday when her mother was out. She'd been interacting with my extended family for weeks now, and I tried to treat her like any one of the other youngsters around.

"Slaves are meant to be used in whatever way the owner wants, especially sexually. It's part of the punishment for their crimes, just like spanking their butts when they disobey. They not only lost their freedom, but they lost the right to decide what happens to their bodies the moment that collar was fastened around their necks," Sheila was saying.

"I agree. And I have no objection for the owner to use them however he or she wants for herself, but I draw the line at whoring them out," Harper argued. "I know what the law states. I've read the slave owner manual so many times I can damn near recite it. I've also read so many of those online situational cases, it isn't funny. Like where it gives you a scenario and asks if it is legal, and after you answer, it gives you the rationale for why or why not. Yeah, prostitution is illegal but loaning a slave to a friend to be used sexually is fine. Again, I have no objection. You can't charge money for your slave's services but you can give those services away or trade them which is just a way around the regulations prohibiting prostitution."

"Well, in this case, the slaves' services are not being sold. They are provided as a bonus for a separate purchase. It's a fine line that is entirely legal and I think, perfectly acceptable. It's a great way to truly humble a slave." Sheila chuckled. "Just imagine it, one guy after another spewing into their mouths and the slaves having to swallow their spunk. Even if they loved sucking a cock, the humiliation of being used that way and by so many would be terrible. Humiliation is a great punishment for a slave and a perfect training tool to teach them their place in society. They deserve every bit of the indignation, just for being slaves."

"I'd love to watch the women your mom owns give blowjobs to the drunks at that bar. Buy a drink and get a blowjob. But even next week, after we hit eighteen and are legal to watch, we still can't because a bar is off-limits to those under twenty-one." Sheila laughed.

"That's another of those fine lines," Harper said. "We could go inside with the bar owner's permission, but we can't be served alcohol. I just don't like the idea of treating slaves that way. I think making women give blowjobs to strangers when they buy a drink is wrong on so many levels. I mean, maybe it's the idea of it being in public that bothers me. I'd never do it to my slave if I owned one. I'd keep her to myself. I mean, I'd share her with J, of course, but what we did would be behind closed doors."

"Her, huh? No male slave?" Sheila laughed. "I'd love to have either sex at my disposal. I'm still virgin and I intend to stay that way for now, but I'd love to have a slave service me orally, male or female. I'm really looking forward to turning eighteen so I can." Harper giggled and agreed with looking forward to turning eighteen to use a slave.

She did not mention her own virginity directly. "I'm not interested in dick," Harper said. "Not right now anyway. Plus, I've heard horror stories about male slaves not being able to be trusted. It's why so many people only keep females and let the males go off to work camps or wherever. And I don't have a boyfriend and no prospects for one in the near future."

"Yeah, right! I've seen the way you sneak glances at Richard. You are imagining his cock and what it would be like to suck it or have it up your pussy," Sheila giggled. "He could teach you things. You know he keeps Marianne and Geri happy. They work hard to keep him happy too." She laughed harder when Harper blushed but didn't deny it. "You want him and his cock."

"But having a free boyfriend aside, there are many ways to enjoy having a slave at your disposal. I read a paper once for a school essay about putting slaves to work. Richard told me Mr. Landry puts his girls to work and collects their pay. Well, he gives the slaves a fair share as an incentive to work hard. That's smart. You can do that with a man too." Sheila said, "My problem is my mom doesn't want a slave in the house, not even my sister. Crystal lives with another woman and her daughter. Our families are really close and the woman's daughter was my sister's college roommate. They still live together, so you pretty much know what that means. They are doing it. I'm sure Crystal is bi. She's had a few boyfriends too. I'm sure she has sex every way you could imagine as a slave. They don't even talk about it when I'm around, though, which is stupid. Mom says to wait until I am eighteen, and we'll talk about it. That's crap."

Harper giggled. "Yeah, you are supposed to refrain from doing anything sexual, but that doesn't mean you don't think about it! J and I want to get a couple slaves when we turn eighteen. You met Heather. We both want her, but we'll need another girl too. We can't use the one girl at the same time. Yuck!"

"Well, you could always let him have her early in the evening, and then when he's done, have her come do you," Sheila said. "Just have her brush her teeth first. You don't want to smell him on her breath. OH! I just realized what you meant. If you are into girls, you would do her too, not just receive. Yeah, following your brother would be gross. I'm not sure I'd want to do a female slave orally, but definitely not after my brother had her."

"Well, we still have a week to go. I do anyway. Not until next Friday. Your birthday is in three days, right?" Harper asked.

Sheila agreed. "I don't have anybody I can use. I like Richard, and I'm sure he could really rock my boat. Like I said before, he's been screwing Marianne and Geri, so he knows what he's doing, but I don't think I want him to be my first, ya know? We are friends, and I really like being with him, but not as a sex partner. We talked, and he feels the same way. We're just good friends."

"Really?" Harper asked. "I thought you two were an item and totally into each other. I mean you hang out over here with him all the time."

"No, we are just friends. I'm here because my home life kinda sucks. Mom is gone half the time. My brother graduated last semester and he didn't even live at home when he was in college. He just visited. My older sister is a fucking slave, which embarrasses the shit outta me. Well, it did. Now, as I get older, when I think about her, I want to slap the piss out of her or bend her over my lap and spank her bare butt." There was a short pause and a giggle.

"You really do like Richard don't you?" Sheila said. "You like him, but you weren't going to say anything because you thought he and I were in a relationship. Don't blush. I think that is pretty cool of you. Most of the bitches I go to school with would just jump right in the middle and try to take over. You have class."

"Don't tell him, please?" Harper half-pleaded. "I've been thinking I want a girlfriend, but then after I met Richard, I started thinking about being with him. I mean, he's even popped up in my dreams, not DOING anything but just being there, being with me."

"Don't worry. I think it's cool," Sheila said. "I like him, but he isn't for me. For one thing, I want to be in control of my relationship. You know, be the boss. Richard would never allow that. He might compromise and be equals, but I want to be in charge, the one calling the shots. Okay, I can see you wouldn't mind giving it up to him."

"No, I want to have an equal say in what happens in our lives," Harper pronounced quickly. "I want a guy who will listen to what I have to say. I think Richard is one of those. Please don't tell him I'm interested. If it works out, fine. I'll be around here a lot. If he shows an interest and comes to me, then fine. If not, oh well. He might not even like the idea that I am interested in girls too. I really like Heather. When she is around, I feel a tingle." Harper giggled. "More than a tingle, she makes me hot!"

"I don't think Richard would mind that. He has Marianne and Geri. You know they are all sharing a bed and that means those girls are doing each other." Sheila said. "I'm not ready to get screwed, but I want my cootchie eaten. I want it licked and my clit sucked until my toes curl. I dream about it, imagining how it has to feel so much better than rubbing myself with a finger. I've more than hinted to Richard that I'd like to have Marianne lick my pussy for my birthday present. He told me he didn't think it was fair to her. I don't see a problem with him sharing. Like I said before, slaves are meant to be used, and Marianne told me she's licked Geri and did it even after Richard screwed her." Both girls giggled. "Marianne and I used to be friends, but now she's a slave, and that means she ought to be used like a slave should be. I have to respect Richard's ideas, so in general, I treat Marianne the same as I always did."

"But getting back to where we were before, I still can't understand your objection to your mom sending her girls to that bar to give BJ's. Those old women have probably sucked cock more times than they can count. What's a few more? If your mom tells them to do it, then they go do it. Simple as that. I think it is fine," Sheila said. "One word of objection, and the girl would be over my lap getting her butt reddened. That's kinky too. I don't care about just dishing out pain, but think about the humiliation of getting taken over a lap and being spanked to tears. That really makes my pussy tingle. Doing it to a slave, not having it done to me, of course."

"But one of those women is my stepmom. Well, ex-stepmom, because her marriage was annulled when she got enslaved. I don't think Dad will like the idea of her sucking other guys. And Mom says she is going to rent Brook back to him," Harper said. "I think it will mess up their relationship," Harper explained.

"So does that mean you wouldn't sit on your ex-stepmom's face while you finger her? Or pinch her nips and slap her pussy to spur her on to do a better job?" Sheila giggled. Harper made retching sounds. "To tell the truth, I'd sit on my sister's face in a heartbeat. Just give me the chance. She put me through hell when she got enslaved. I was so humiliated when she became a convicted criminal. I'd love to pay her back just a fraction of what I felt."

Harper said, "I couldn't do that. Oh, here come the guys. We better clean up our talk. Knowing my brother, he was getting pointers from Richard about how to use Heather. We are really hoping Bas sells her to Mom. But Bas won't commit. He keeps saying he'll have to think about it. Heather told me he isn't using her. She says she hasn't had sex at all for a long time. Well, apart from her own fingers. I get juicy thinking about that girl."

I sat amused, listening to the two girls make plans for what they'd like to do once they turn eighteen. Sheila stated outright she was a virgin. Harper did not say the same, but I had the impression she had no experience either. She told me she got asked out often, but I'd been very careful to not even ask questions because of her age.

"Thanks, Uncle Bas, for letting us use your office to do our homework. I got most of my essay done. I'll finish it tomorrow night or Sunday," Tony said as we all gathered to eat. "Hey Heather, just because Lenore took Libby and Aimee away for the night, doesn't mean you can't still sleep in your own room. You can cuddle with me. I promise not to hog the covers."

"Not gonna happen!" I growled. Tony and his brother laughed, knowing their teasing got a reaction from someone. "Heather can sleep on the sofa since Beth took all her girls too."

"It was worth a try, Uncle Bas," Tony grinned. To Justin and Harper he said, "You shoulda seen your mom's girls! You missed a show! Instead of the normal slave girl outfits like Aimee, Libby and my mom's girls wore, Beth dressed hers in matching, pale blue bikinis. It was the first time we got to see the tattoos we'd been hearing about."

I knew there was no stopping the boy, especially when Justin leaned forward and said, "Yeah? What did they look like?" The boys had Harper's and Sheila's attention too. "Not the bikinis, the tattoos," Justin added, grinning. "Don't tell me you weren't gonna be a smart-ass and say 'Pale blue, like I told ya'."

Tony grinned back. "Well, we did not keep track of who had which ones," Tony said. "I was too busy trying to get a good look at all of them and they were moving around. Most of the women had big rainbows over their fronts, starting like at belly button level on one side and going across to the opposite shoulder, obviously across their boobs, which were covered, of course. A couple had lavender unicorns either running up the rainbow or a bigger one under it. I almost expected to see a leprechaun pop up! I mean the pictures were amazing! Really detailed."

"Yeah, I'd always thought of a unicorn as being sort of a horse with a single horn coming out of its head. These looked like a cross between a horse and a deer with big muscles," Bobby said. "Buff, ripped-looking males raised up and running." Harper asked how they knew the unicorns were males. Bobby giggled, "Because of the really BIG male parts under them, and I mean BIG." He laughed, holding his hands a foot and a half apart. "Their tails were up, and sparkles and stars were shooting out of their butts." I saw mouths dropping open around the table at the description.

The boys were being polite about the images. Each unicorn sported huge, dripping erections that extended halfway along their bodies. The unicorn's scrotum hung impressively underneath. These were not unicorn images designed to adorn a child's bedroom.

"Brook didn't have any tattoos, but all the other women had a tattoo on their stomachs starting just below the belly button saying, 'Property of Bethany'" Tony described. Harper could not suppress her giggle. She knew that only half the tattoo was visible. The tattoo continued below the bikini bottom to include Beth's last name, Edwards, and the woman's date of enslavement. "All their backs were covered too. Some of the women had butterflies. I mean flying and full-on with wings spread. Those butterflies almost looked real. Some were blue and black with little streaks of purple. I mean totally detailed, even showing the veins in the wings. Most had at least one flower with butterflies around it."

"Tell them about the hummingbirds," Bobby encouraged his brother, grinning.

"I was saving that," Tony said. "The ones who did not have butterflies had hummingbirds. They looked cool. They were a mixture of different types. I had to look up photos online and some of those tattoos looked exactly like those photos. Serena had a pair of birds hovering on each side of her lower back with their beaks sipping nectar from this flowering stalk that grew out of her butt crack. The flowers were a reddish orange, and the stalk had bright green leaves. Again, the flower was so detailed, it looked real. Some of the other women had flowers of different types up higher on their backs. Butterflies and hummingbirds was the main theme."

"Yeah, that was a lot prettier than the buzzard idea!" Bobby announced, cracking up in laughter. Justin asked what he was talking about.

Tony explained. "Last week, we were over for supper, and Ariel and Sheila, the other Sheila, came home all upset. They said, Tammie showed them the design they were getting across their backs. It was a gory picture of a buzzard eating a man as he laid screaming on the ground with blood spurting. We could not see the tattoos because their backs were covered by a big bandage, and Tammie told them if they removed the bandage, she'd make it worse. The caption was to read, 'Lawyers at Work'. Obviously, from what we saw today, what they got was hummingbirds of different types."

I decided to explain. "I saw the drawing Tammie made. It was more graphic than the two told the boys. It was a joke, of course. But to understand it, you need to know that Ariel and Sheila were divorce lawyers who almost always supported the woman in the case. They had a reputation for being man-haters. The picture Tammie showed the two was of a man lying on his back while a huge buzzard ate him alive. The bird had the man's bloody male parts hanging from it's beak." The table erupted in laughter.

When the noise subsided, I continued. "Tammie did not let them see what they were really getting until after she worked on them the whole next day. You can imagine how distressed those two were. Tammie called me and said the two women cried and thanked her for not messing them up when she showed them the real tattoos. She said after worrying and being so upset about the buzzard tat, the two women were happy to get marked with hummingbirds. Tammie's partner, Tina stepped in to help her detail all the tattoos. I know some of those inks are very special ones designed to be as vivid as possible."

"Yeah, like the bird colors almost looked shiny. And both Ariel and Sheila had a big tattoo down one leg of that statue of the blindfolded woman holding scales you see at the courthouse. It was kinda silver, grayish and black. I mean, it looks like real statues embedded in their thighs," Tony said.

"Do you think it proper for Mom to decorate those women like that, Uncle Bas?" Harper asked. I noticed she addressed me again as 'Uncle'. "I mean, those women are going to wear those tattoos for the rest of their lives. None of them, apart from Ariel and Sheila, are going to be slaves for a long time."

I was not really ready to address Beth's motivations, so I said, "You are going to have to talk to your mother about that. I've never marked one of my slaves," I said. "I take that back. Lana, Alecia, and Candace who now live with Lenore's mother, Paige, got tattoos across their chests. But that was because of what they'd planned to do to Paige."

"I think whatever an owner does with her slaves is okay as long as it does not violate the law," Sheila, Richard's friend, announced. "I mean, we know Beth shaved their heads, and I know that is temporary, but she owns the women, and what she does to them is up to her. The same thing goes with a tattoo. It is up to Beth to decide."

"Well, we are getting a little out into the ethics of all this," I said. "Five of you are underage, and while three will be eighteen in the next week or so, you two have three and four years left before you hit eighteen."

"Well, just under that actually, we are due birthdays in a couple months," Tony corrected me "And this is the same type of thing we talk about in social studies class at school. We have a whole unit each year on slave studies starting about the eighth grade." I reminded them we were not in school and they were exposed to slaves more than some of their peers. They got to meet and interact with slaves from a personal angle. That would shift perspectives from the theoretical. That got smiles and nods from Tony and Bobby.