The problem with writing a very long story is you forget details like last names. Even though I frequently look back at previous chapters, I still miss things. I know some will find those discrepancies and comment on them. In the last chapter I gave Derek the last name of Robichaud, a common name in Louisiana. In chapter 1 his name was given as Thompson... oh well. I'm not getting paid for my stories. I write them for fun. I have based some of my characters on actual people I have encountered over the years. None have been slaves of course.
I realize my stories are not jerking off fodder. They are more character studies with, hopefully, an interesting enough plot. I hope you enjoy my stories, but if you don't, feel free to go read something else.
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Derek hustled back to his car. He was glad he had automatically put his keys in his pocket this morning. He had not needed them since he had merely tagged along as Wanda drove to work. He needed to make the trip home, get Karen and return. Lou and Helen both told him to not dawdle. It was half past noon. Lou had one o'clock appointment with one of her clients. Helen was busy working on the paper work to enslave Lisa according to her plea deal. She had a clerk working on the paperwork to correct Karen's age in the system. To save time and effort she wanted to present both cases to a judge this afternoon.
Kat had been given a study guide that covered the basic requirements to pass the written examination to become a slave owner. She was supposed to have passed the test the previous week before she took possession of Cheryl. She had barely passed the exam and apparently had not absorbed the information. Helen pointed out that a person needs to pass an exam to drive a car. They have to learn the rules of the road. Owning another person should be taken at least as serious. Helen said the judge would likely question Kat's qualifications to own a second slave considering the debacle at hand and might quiz her. Kat glanced briefly over at her mother who was now sitting in the corner tearfully regretting her actions.
Kat knew her mother's fate relied on her ability to impress the judge they would be meeting and convince him she was capable of monitoring a slave. Helen had hinted but not said so in blunt terms. Lou took her aside and explained the situation. She had the feeling neither older woman liked her or respected her. They were going through the motions of helping her simply because of contractual duty. Part of her was hurt. She felt isolated without real emotional support. But the intellectual portion of her mind knew she had not shown she deserved their respect either.
Privately, Helen did not care if the judge agreed to award Lisa to Kat. The information the state required for the basic license only covered the basics. But they were important. That idea a college educated person did not or could not learn and retain the basic requirements affronted Helen's sensibilities. The way the plea deal was composed, if the judge deemed Kat was incompetent as a slave owner, Derek would be awarded Lisa. He could then do with her as he desired, keep the bitch or sell her. She did not say any of this aloud. She knew Lou was a good enough lawyer to know the score and it was her job to brief her client. When Derek had groused about did he have a choice in the deal and Lou told him 'No" she had had barely restrained herself from laughing. She suspected there was far more to their relationship than met the eye. She knew Lou. They both were frequent attendees at the local bar where the legal community met to blow off steam and informally discuss past cases. She wondered how a confirmed lesbian in a solid relationship with another woman got this close to a man.
Lou had obviously set Derek up as a leader or at minimum, a mentor. Helen had not seen a bit of communication between the two but Lou had made choices for the old man. He might very well end up with another slave he was not counting on. Helen figured it was toss-up Derek would be Lisa's owner at the end of the day.
Yes, to be sure a lawyer is supposed to have his or her client's best interests in mind. But when dealing with slaves those lines get blurred. What might be best overall, is not always going to make everybody happy. And Kat did state she wanted her mother to be owned locally. She used the words 'if she was a wimp and let her mother manipulate her' but the way the law worked that was the same thing as being considered incompetent to handle a slave.
Derek understood Lou needed the back up plan to keep her client off the public auction block. He had no idea Helen had set him up. His attention right now was split between the road and cell phones. Both Karen and Cheryl had phones but they were not on his account. He did not even know if they were still in service. It frustrated him to not be able to call either slave to tell them what he wanted them to do. They were the only ones left at home at this time. Sarah already left when her tried her number. She said she had some business to take care of but refused to elaborate when he asked. "It's a surprise, Sir" she had said. The coy use of the word 'sir' told him he was involved in some way.
Once more he shook his head, amazed that Sarah and Lou would ever consider including him in their life. He was growing more and more fond of the two women. Despite his trepidation about becoming a father at his age, he was privately pleased. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. He would have an heir if either one or both really did get pregnant. They had both slept with him over the weekend but their sex play had been restricted to oral and manual play at his insistence. Both women had openly stated they hoped they were 'knocked up". Sarah had even laughed speculating aloud about sucking Derek until he came and then spitting his semen into Lou's pussy. "I think your saliva would be spermicidal." Derek had offered, laughing. Sarah had pouted a bit and then did what she had proposed. A little later after Derek recovered, Lou did the same thing to Sarah. Both women had giggled and suggested he just do the deed the right way.
Derek drove through his electric gate and parked in front of the house. Sometimes the area looked like a parking lot when everybody was home, but now only the pickup truck sat there. He saw Karen in the garden and called to her. She stood and picked up the small rubber mat she used to protect her knees as she knelt on the ground. Derek enjoyed the sight of her nude body as she walked towards him. Her breasts swaying from side to side. He guessed she might be as much as forty pounds heavier than the woman who divorced him all those years ago. Despite his active sex life, he still felt a little twinge for the woman he had married forty years ago. He had no love for her anymore, but the reaction was automatic. He had spent fifteen years of his life married to her.
She was sweaty and dirty. She had smudges of soil on her knees and a few streaks on her arms and torso where she had scratched or rubbed herself with dirty fingers. "Go inside. Take a fast shower and get dressed in the outfit Caroline left you." he ordered. "You have ten minutes. You can brush your hair in the car." Karen gave him a quick 'yes, sir" and hustled inside. She had no idea what was going on but was not about to question his orders. She had been spanked twice in the past forty eight hours she had been there when she questioned a directive. Neither punishment had been harsh. But submitting to even slaps on the butt was demoralizing. It was the indignity rather than the pain that reduced her to tears. Being the only slave required to stay nude also bothered her.
The other slaves seemed to love Derek. Well, all but Rhonda who quietly admitted to being more than a little unhappy as she had been separated from her husband but still resigned that she was now only an owned slave with no choice. She admitted that her condition could be far worse and expressed her desire to remain owned by Derek instead of anybody else. Karen semi-understood the sentiment after hearing the full story. Caroline told her of course she would have preferred to be a free woman who might have married and had children of her own. But Derek was kind and decent, treating her well. Almost like an equal when he asked her for her opinion. "Yeah, he blistered my ass when he first brought me home. I could not wrap my mind around being a slave. Since then it has been like a big family. He lets me go to school and live sort of a regular life. No social life though. I talk to the other students about class work but they don't look past the collar on my neck."
Wanda seemed to be the happiest. "Of course, I wish I was not a slave." she had said when Karen asked. "But Derek is fair. He let me go to work which makes me feel useful. He even tracked down my daughter to notify her where I was and has invited her to visit. You want to know how I cope? I go to work and come home like most normal people. Just the way I did for years as a free citizen. I can't go where I want of course but my day to day life is pretty normal. In my mind, I put Derek in the role of a friend with benefits. I jump at the chance to have sex with him. I want him happy with me. To be honest, you fucked up by leaving Derek. Unless your husband is some kind of a saint. Derek is a nice guy. I've told him several times I wish I had met him years ago. Oh yeah, he has ordered or allowed stuff I don't like. You'll learn about that. But all in all, I like living here."
While Karen got cleaned up, Derek checked on Cheryl. The open door to the main steel building told him where she was. She was on the elliptical trainer. He watched her for a few seconds. She wore a bra and a tight pair of shorts. Her bruised body was not pretty but her shape was very nice. She stopped when he called out to her. "Hello, Master!" she addressed him. He suspected she had read stories online about the proper address slaves should give their owners. Derek preferred his slaves call him by name. Sarah and Lou used the 'sir' when they were playing their roles as his unofficial slaves.
"I wanted to get in some exercise. Rhonda said light exercise might even help me to heal." Cheryl said. "Caroline told me to make sure I log it. She thinks Karen might claim some of my time on the meter as her own. She didn't. She logged her own time earlier today." Derek knew Caroline was clearly making sure her position of head slave was clear-cut and undisputed by the others. She was working overtime to make sure the household chores were taken care of. He took her aside and told her in private to relax and concentrate on her studies. He knew she was trying her best to keep the household running efficiently. He would help her manage things. She had thrown her arms around his neck and kissed him to thank him.
"I want to thank you again for rescuing me from Kat and her mom. I think they would have killed me before long." Cheryl sincerely stated.
