Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 61

I was surprised to see a car I didn't recognize pulling into the drive the next afternoon. Harper got out to greet me. "Hey Uncle Bas. Howya doing?" I asked her where her brother was. "He's staying in Baton Rouge this weekend. We have an exam on Monday and both of us have to do well on it." I told her I'd expect her to do well on every examination. "Well yeah, but this one is particularly important and the pressure is on. It is Economics 101. If we have a 'A' in the class, we can skip the final. J has an A minus. I am a couple points behind, right on the line. If I get an A on this upcoming exam, that will seal it. We'll have one less final to study for in a couple of weeks."

"I remember professors doing that when I was in college, too. So why aren't you home cramming with J?" I asked.

"Mom," she answered, half sourly. I was confused. "She told me they have another garden party scheduled for this weekend. She called me to ask if we were going to stay in Baton Rouge or come home for the weekend. She told me that she and Lenore were considering adding Heather to the group of girls they take if we aren't gonna be here. I told her in no uncertain terms Heather is ours to use. Heather told us in detail what happens at those Krewe functions and we, well, I don't want a bunch of old dykes messing with our girl. Mom disagrees and says if we aren't with Heather she is available for them to use. She added that it's not something Heather hasn't done many times before and while she might not like it, she hasn't broken or been worn out yet."

I asked what Justin thought. "He said 'Mom is gonna do what she is gonna do. She takes Barb along and lately, Ellie as well and they don't seem to mind. I imagine she'll treat Heather the same way.' He doesn't care if women mess with her as long as no men do. We also had a talk about Mom sending her seven new slaves to that bar. He doesn't like the idea of Brook going just because she is Dad's wife or rather ex-wife, but he seems to think it's perfectly fine to send the other six."

"I don't think it right to share the girls with strangers especially strange men. We talked about how you don't share your girls with other guys, not even Richard and how he'd never think to ask Richard to use Geri or Marianne, nor would he let Richard use Heather. I reminded him three of those slave girls have ex-husbands and they went back to live with them. He told me it's a guy thing but he didn't know those guys so he doesn't care. It's Mom's choice what she does with her slave girls. He doesn't want to get involved. He's no help at all." Harper shrugged and looked at me. "I don't want Heather used by other women either."

I didn't want to argue or point out I let Lenore do what she wants with our girls as long as no men are involved. I trusted Lenore to make sure our girls were not unduly abused. I helped Harper carry her bags inside. In addition to her normal overnight duffel, she had a second bag full of notebooks, texts, and her laptop.

Beth's slaves began to be delivered by their husbands. Each man simply pulled into the driveway to let the woman out. Larry Orville was the only man to even wave as Ariel and Sheila climbed out of his car. Each slave wore the skimpy slave girl outfit of sports bra and tiny boyshorts and carried only a toothbrush in a plastic cover.

The women had not had the opportunity to talk for several days and sat on one side of the living room to compare notes in low tones. None of them seemed happy to be there, which I found understandable. They'd all attended many garden parties but from the standpoint of free women. They were not looking forward to being in the subordinate position and subject to sexual servitude of their former peers.

Margie arrived with her mother Liz Broussard, both dressed in slave girl outfits. Harper stared at Margie. "That woman is not a slave. Why is she dressed like the others?" she asked me.

"She challenged Lenore and lost. They reached an agreement she will be Lenore's submissive for a period of time. You can discuss it with Lenore when you get the chance for the details. I'm sure she'll tell you about her history with Margie," I said. I realized that this was Harper's first time seeing all the assembled slaves together. Lenore's other slaves walked in the door together. I knew they carpooled.

"Seeing all these slave girls gathered confirms why my suspicion why Mom threatened to take Heather," Harper said. "She doesn't need another slave to make her statement. It's a power play on her part. It's not only to get me to come over more often, she wants to teach me a lesson. She's in charge and if I'm not here to use Heather, she will."

Beth more or less confirmed that when she arrived accompanied by Ellie and Barb. The two slaves paused to give Harper a hug before running to the room they shared with Lori and Kat to change clothes. "Ahh, I see you came over after all. I think Heather was getting a little bored and feeling neglected." Beth gave her daughter a hug. "I need to change clothes. Want to come with me while I do?"

I could see Harper blush at the idea but followed Beth to our bedroom. I looked around the room. Almost a dozen collared women sat talking quietly. Many had been in a dominant position within the Krewe a short time ago. This weekend they would be play toys for their former peers. Aimee and Libby, sat apart from the others, obviously wanting to have nothing to do with their former owners.

Beth emerged from the back, now wearing a brief toga and carrying a small duffel bag as she talked to Harper, "Paige expects me to put in an appearance so I'll go tonight and come home tomorrow afternoon, hopefully early. If Lenore decides to stay, I'll leave my girls with her. Otherwise, I'll let them go home."

"So, if this Ms. Paige tells you to do something, you do it?" Harper asked with a scowl. "I thought she is Lenore's mother and your occasional business partner."

"It's complicated," Beth said, blushing crimson. "But if Paige wants me to do something, I do it." Harper asked her if Paige was her 'dominant'. "No, this is political. But Lenore and I both go along with what Paige wants. I'll explain later." I could tell she was getting flustered with her daughter's attitude but trying to regroup. "I told you what I want you to do. If you are too busy this weekend, you can do it later. Plus Paige wants to have a talk with you. She can explain a lot of things."

"Like I told you, Mom. I have a lot of studying to do this weekend," Harper said tersely. "Even if I didn't, I have no intention to go to some garden party and watch you have sex with your slave girls or anyone else. Nor am I going to let you watch me get it on with anybody. You having an extra toga 'just in case' pisses me off. Have you no sense of propriety? No shame?" I saw Beth's scowl and wondered if she was going to bristle at her daughter's attitude. "I'll talk with Paige some other time, but NOT at a party with a bunch of lesbians screwing one another."

"And I'll try to do that task you want as long as it takes little time. I have to get some serious studying done." Harper was not happy with her mother. "I told you how important this exam Monday is for me. I'd be studying with J if you hadn't blackmailed me with Heather."

Beth frowned before she said tersely, "You say a 'bunch of lesbians' like that is a bad thing. Need I remind you of your sexual play last week with a three of Bas's girls? And Heather technically belongs to Lenore and is merely on loan to you and J. Lenore can use her slave as she sees fit."

Lenore came out of the back room dressed in a toga and carrying her own bag. She told me her plans the night before. We discussed the garden parties and her slaves. "I plan to come home as soon as I can Saturday. Mom wants us there to make an appearance. I'm still punishing Liz, Martha and Julie for screwing with me so they will attend and get used. I think one overnight and a little activity in the morning before we come home will get the point across for the time being.

I'm only taking Margie to help me transport the girls. I've eased up on her quite a bit. I have her stop by the office at least twice a week to touch base, but despite it being an order, it is more just a social meeting. Her husband managed to get his transfer approved, so once her family relocates, her life will smooth out. Of course, I've screwed with her, telling her she might get to grow pubes about the same time her daughters do. They aren't even in school yet."

I asked about what Paige was doing with Allie, Candi, and Lana. "They attend every garden party with Mom and she encourages them to be used by as many as possible. That is not a problem as they are quite popular. The three finally found employment. Lana and Allie are clerks processing invoices for a manufacturing company. Candi is a secretary at the same place so they commute together. They've been told their services as blowjob queens will continue but as long as they demonstrate a good attitude at home, she will let them off with only two Tuesdays a month. That is the slowest day of the week at the bar. If any one of them messes up, all three will work at the bar every Tuesday and Thursday for the following month." Lenore shook head. "Melissa loves putting the girls to work. As pretty as they are, they are quite popular there as well. I understand Melissa has started using the blowjob punishment with her own girls. If they don't hustle, they not only get their pay docked and their bottoms paddled, but they spend sessions during happy hour on their knees."

Melissa had explained the night before when I stopped by for a beer on my way home from hunting that a third of her waitstaff were her own slaves. They were expected to keep up with or exceed the free girls in the number of drinks they serve.

"It works out to be one hell of an incentive both ways," Melissa explained. "Everything is computerized when it goes through the cash register. I add up the drinks the free girls serve and get an average for the week. Any slave girl who falls below ten percent of that has to serve the free girls during breaks or when getting off work for the following week. Plus, she has to give blowjobs during happy hour twice during the week. There is no love lost and both groups are hustling their asses off."

She laughed. "For the past three weeks at least one slave girl has come up short. I'll bet not one of the free girls has gone home without having an orgasm or two at a slave's expense either. It's a better incentive than the tips. Do you have any girls who need a job?"

I told her no and even though I might want to find work for my students during school breaks to keep them busy, I would never let them be used by other men. Melissa patted me on the hand and said we might work out a deal to avoid that part. She'd heard my coeds were cute and knew they'd attract business. She told me to enjoy my beer and walked away humming.

The women finally left for their evening of fun and games. Tony and Bobby joined us for dinner as usual while their mother attended the krewe garden party with Lenore and Beth. They'd be going to the Hacienda with us to butcher hogs like every weekend. Sheila joined us for supper as did Laura Townsend.

"We're starting the push toward finals, Uncle Bas," Richard explained. "Harp told us about how some of her classes go. In college her grade rides on only three or four exams. In her economics class, she has one more exam and if she does well, she's excused from even taking the final. We have at least two more tests in every subject. The four of us all share five different courses. Sheila and Laura share a class on slave studies that Marianne and I don't have. We are gonna study a few hours tonight and then Laura and Sheila are coming back tomorrow morning for a marathon study session. We can't go to the Hacienda. I talked to Derek already and he is cool with it."

Marianne snickered, "Actually, what Derek said was he was gonna swat some butt if ANYBODY got a low grade. I tried to get him to say the lowest two scores but he defined low as being a mid-B. Everybody agreed to that as fair."

I was laughing. Tony and Bobby were beside themselves. "Bare butt?" Bobby asked. "I'd love to watch." He sobered quickly when I said we could include him and his brother in the challenge.

Sonya announced, "Challenges aside, many of you have finals coming up. Grades are important. Of course certain household tasks still have to be done. We need to eat and that means dishes need to be cleaned. We also need laundry done. But we will reduce it to a bare minimum. Make sure the Boss and Lenore have clean linens and clothes to wear and the rest of your tasks will be on hold until after finals."

"But I better not see a grade below a B. Anybody who gets a low grade will have a bare-butt date with my paddle. That includes every girl here OR boy!" She looked directly at Bobby and Tony who turned white before they blushed. "Understood?" I heard a murmur of 'yes, ma'ams' around the table. Sonya looked at me and winked.

As we ate dessert, I said to the boys, "You two will have to sleep on the sofa tonight. Harper is staying in the room you two normally occupy. She is studying for a big exam. Of course, you might try to convince her to let you sleep in the other bed in the room." I heard chuckles as a few voices told them that was unlikely.

The boys grinned and Tony said, "Unlikely means there's still a chance. Hey, Harp, we'll be really quiet so you can study Heather, uhh I mean study all night." The whole table erupted in laughter. Harper shook her head and told the boys they were out of luck.

After supper Tony and Bobby disappeared to play a video game. As soon as they were out of hearing, Harper leaned over to ask Sheila what had happened with the guy she'd talked about the previous week.

"The guy I like, Dave, got a two year enslavement. His stepfather got ten. Dave's mother is so upset, she's pretty much locked him away. He sleeps in their basement, an old root cellar. He comes out only to shower and go to work at their candy company. He's not even allowed to eat with the rest of them. Mom told me she hasn't even seen the guy," Sheila reported. "I can visit when Ms Angelle lets Dave rejoin the family. Do you guys know what slave camp is? Mom laughed as she told me that Bob, that's the husband, was going to spend a few days there to get taught a lesson."

Robin and Joanne looked at each other before replying. "Let's just say it is a parish-run event to orient slaves into their new lives of slavery. I can tell you it is harsh. I can only imagine what the men go through. It was terrible for us," Robin said.

"We heard Dave Angelle got in trouble and enslaved," Kat said. I asked if she knew him.

"Yeah, we had him in a few of the classes we helped teach last year," Lori answered. "He graduated last semester. He's a pretty decent programmer and a nice enough guy, at least to us. We heard he had an attitude about slave girls. We've heard stories about him and a few of his friends sharing his roommate's family's slaves. Apparently, use of the girls was a reward for good grades. Rumor has it the guys were pretty rough with the girls. Spit-roasting a girl, lots of spanking to spur the girls on, anal sex and that type of thing. But Dave knew better than to even tease us."

Sheila shrugged. "Well, he won't be doing anything like that in the near future."

All the slaves apart from Marianne would join me in the morning to butcher hogs at the Hacienda. I walked around the house late that night doing my final inspection. Harper emerged from the bedroom she shared with Heather to get a drink of water. I asked her how her studies were going.

"I'm about halfway through my notes. I miss having my brother to bounce questions off. We study well together. Uncle Bas, am I wrong to feel jealous about Mom taking Heather to that gathering? Everybody seems to feel slaves are nothing more than a commodity to use. Even the slaves seem to think that way. They may not like to be used certain ways but they feel it is up to their owner and just part of being a slave."

"I had no contact with any slave apart from Ellie and Barb. I mean growing up, I didn't even consider them slaves even though they wore collars. They were just them, ya know? They helped J and me and told us what to do. It was like having extra parents. They made sure we got to school on time and had clean clothes to wear. They'd even chew our butts when our rooms weren't clean or we forgot to do something. It was not until much later that we even really realized they were slaves. They were just a part of the family. I still can't see them as any different."

I had to agree. Growing up, we didn't have a single slave. I'd heard about them but the word was meaningless as it did not mesh with my own lifestyle, my reality.

"So how do you feel about Heather?" I asked. "She is a slave who has experienced the harsh reality of being used as one. I know she has told you and J about it. You are older now, on your own essentially, although you still have strong connections with both your parents. Now you are no longer underage, we can talk openly about the sexual aspects. I know you learned the theoretical and historical aspect of slavery in school."

"J and I wanted a slave to help around the apartment. We also thought having one for sex would be a bonus. I mean that is really the big reason most people get a slave, right?" When I did not answer, Harper continued. "We both researched the idea. We thought a slave roommate would be super. Get a girl to help clean and cook. Let her take classes so she has things to do and not be bored. Maybe even get two girls. Well, really, we'd need two girls. One for each of us to trade back and forth. I know you take Mom and Lenore to bed at the same time and I think that is cool. I just can't imagine J and I sharing a girl like that. Living as close as we do, I've seen my brother naked and he has seen me but playing with the same girl at the same time is not...uhh just NOT gonna happen. Using the same girl after the other just did would bother us, too. Having a single girl is impractical."

I asked her what she felt about slavery in general. "That is a hard one. It has become part of the fabric of our society. I am taking a class on it now. It is a sociology elective. Next semester there is one on slave psychology as a different humanities elective. Part of the class not only goes over the history but how it affects society. The theoretical is different from real life when you know a bunch of slaves and interact with them personally. And like on my birthday when those girls took me to their room. I had a great time. It wasn't me using them. They used me just as much. It was, well damn, the best I describe it is as a lesbian fuckfest with me in the middle. And that is something that from what I understand would have been taboo before slavery began. Sex is out in the open. Well, sex involving a slave anyway."

"I can have sex with every girl you have around here and it would just be considered me playing with a toy. Just a bit different than me masturbating. See? I can even say this to you and it is okay. Sex is more open nowadays than ever before. Anyway, back to what I was saying, I can mess with all the girls and if you had a male slave, I could even use him. Nobody looks twice or considers it a problem. A slave is a non-entity."

"But if I let Richard screw me, it is totally different. Well, it wouldn't be 'letting'. It would be an active, totally consensual thing from both of us. But we'd be looked at different. We'd feel different about it. It would almost be more than just sex, it would be a relationship. Sex between two free people is different than a free person and a slave. Same act, but everybody considers it different."