Authors Note: Thanks again to Gamblnluck' for allowing me to play in his Slave Camp universe.
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Chapter 4 -- First day as slave owner
I had a hard-on watching the bouncing tits by the time the sixth and last touchdown was scored. Since this was an old game, I knew that was the last one, so instead of asking them to do something to me, I just told them to get on their hands and knees and I played sort of musical chairs by fucking them doggy style. A few strokes in each one before moving to the next. I lasted a few rounds of the girls until I came in Susanne.
I collapsed with exhaustion. That was one great football game.
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The day finally arrived, and we were picking up the girls at the Slave Induction Center.
One of the parents asked if they could be in attendance. I told them no, and just in case one of them wanted to stick their nose into this, I told them that if they did show up to stay out of sight, so they didn't make a scene with their daughters. I did add that if I did see them, then their daughters will get an increase in punishment. That shut them up.
Lisa and I arrived. As per the standard procedures process, the girls were naked except for their shiny new slave collars. They looked completely lost and on the verge of tears. This was the first time seeing them naked and I liked what I saw, but I will have more time later to enjoy the view. If I remember the process, they were stripped, tattooed on the inside of their mouths, collared with the metal slave collar, and given a half-level shock to test the collar and to let them know what it felt like to be shocked. The half-level shock knocks the slave to the ground and it typically takes 2 to 3 minutes to recover. They were also injected with STD immunization and birth control.
They had to stand there naked while the paperwork was processed. The collars and my identification were scanned and I showed them my Slave Owner's License proving that I had taken the owner training. Once done, the guards escorted them outside taking little liberties like leading them by pulling them forward by a nipple. At this point, we were allowed to give them their clothes to wear. I made them stand there for a couple of minutes in the nude while I gawked at them. It made them nervous. I wanted to play a mind game with them. Finally, we handed them their clothes.
They quickly got dressed, thanking us for the clothes and we headed to my SUV.
Jackie asked if we were taking them to our home. I said that we wanted to stop somewhere to eat first.
As we got in the car, I spotted Jennifer's mother. I guess Jennifer is going to get a little extra tonight.
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We arrived at the restaurant and got a table by the bar. I had something that I wanted to show them.
Now, I use the term "restaurant" very loosely. I discovered this place when I was doing a network and security installation at a local manufacturing plant. The office manager said that he wanted to take us out for lunch. He asked if it was OK to take us to a place that had lunch with a show. We didn't know what he meant and were nervous when he pulled into this "restaurant". This "restaurant" is on the wrong side of the word dive. During the day it serves food to the local industrial park, but at night it is a biker gang bar. He also provided us with an explanation as to why none of the external security cameras were to show the road. Evidently, there is some sort of agreement with the biker gang. You don't have security showing their comings and goings on the road, and they make sure that this is the most crime-free industrial park in town. The security cameras were more for employee theft.
Amazingly the food was actually decent, and the show, well the owner likes it because it draws in more business at lunch.
The waitress came over to give us menus. She saw the girl's collars. Making small talk I commented that I just picked them up from the Slave Induction Center. She asked if they needed menus or if they were going to be eating Slave Chow. The girls looked horrified; my guess is that that was all they had been allowed to eat since the trial. I made it look like that I was thinking about it and said that menus would be fine. I also ordered a round of beers.
We had all figured out what we wanted when the waitress came back with the beers. We told her our orders. I think that the girls were so happy to not be eating Slave Chow and instead eating real food that they hadn't noticed that their drinks were beers.
Julie spoke up, "We can't drink this, we aren't 21."
I told them. "As long as I am ordering it, the age limits don't apply to slaves."
They grinned at each other and drank their first beers--well first legal beers. I am sure that they had snuck some in the past.
At that point, a guy arrived at the bar with a slave following behind him being pulled by a leash.
I told the girls. "Watch."
The guy looks like he is in his late 30s or early 40s. He is decently dressed wearing jeans and a collared shirt. The slave looks like she is in her early 30s, but I know she is actually in her mid-20s. She is decent-looking but has a few extra pounds. She is wearing tight jean short shorts and a tube top. She would likely look much better if she wasn't wearing such slutty clothes. Her eyes looked tired and absent.
The owner goes to the bar and yells "I need a beer." A rather large 300 to 350-pound guy comes forward and says "Here" and slaps some money down on the bar. The bartender comes over, takes the money, and hands the owner a beer. The owner then asks the bartender, "Are we good Sis?"
She yells back "Yeah!."
The owner then yanks the leash. Pokes the slave in one of her tits and says "Full service."
The slave has a look of revulsion now. The large guy that bought the beer pulls her tank top down and roughly starts to play with her tits for a few minutes. He pinches them which produces a look of pain on her face, but she doesn't protest.
I take a look at the girls and they look shocked. I also see a tear going down Jennifer's face.
After a minute, the large guy says "Down." The slave looks to the owner with a pleading look, but the owner nods his head and points to the ground in front of the large guy.
She then reluctantly kneels, unzips his fly, pulls out the fat guy's cock, and then proceeds to give him a blow job.
At this point, the girls looked scared and had a flood of tears.
After what seems like an eternity, the guy finally comes into her mouth. She looks to the owner, and he says "Swallow." She does and shows the owner that her mouth is empty. She then stands and looks again at the owner. He nods and she then pulls her tank top up. The owner then starts to talk to another guy at the bar while the slave stands there looking depressed.
I speak up. "Girls." It takes a minute to get their attention. Lisa hands them napkins to wipe up their tears.
I say again "Girls." They finally focus and look at me. "I'm sorry to shock you like that, but I wanted you to see the reality that some slaves have to deal with. Yes, we will have sex, but I will never treat you like that. You are safe with us."
Jennifer asked, "But why does he do that?"
I answer, "Well, first because he can. She is a slave and must do what he tells her to do. The full story is that he is a fairly successful businessman. Several years ago his wife divorced him and took the kids and half of everything he had. Now he was a jerk to her, so he deserved the settlement that he got. However, he then got bitter and decided that it would be cheaper for him to buy a slave than to go through the marriage and divorce again. After he got the slave he figured out that in return for allowing someone to fondle her tits, he could get a free beer. So, for the last 2 years, he has come in here to eat lunch and drink one free beer. Then goes back to work. My understanding is that he also has her working as free labor in his office and has her suck cock and eat pussy as staff rewards."
Susanne sits up and asks, "But the blow job?"
"His sister is the bartender and is a single mother, so if you give her a $40 tip with the beer, you also get a blow job. He gets a free beer and his sister gets some financial help."
I wanted to keep things light at this point. I didn't want a scene at the Restaurant but wanted to give the girls a reality check of their situation. "Look," I continue, "you will be allowed to start or continue your college programs. We will get used to your new living arrangement over the summer but then in the fall you start college and if you keep your nose clean you will never be in a situation like that and you will have a bright future. OK?"
