Authors Note: Thanks again to Gamblnluck for allowing me to play in his Slave Camp universe. Also, thanks for Gamblnluck, Harga and Sigmanfraud for their feedback.
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Chapter 19 -- And things were going so well
The school year started well. The girls started their classes.
Things were pretty busy at work, and I didn't have much time for anything else. My phone rang, I picked it up and said, "Hello, Jim speaking."
The voice on the other end said, "Jim, it's Samantha. I am a bit disappointed you haven't called."
I chuckled to myself, "Sorry, things have been crazy, and I thought with you starting school this week, you might be a bit busy."
She replied in her sexy voice, "Well, I'm not busy, so how are you going to make it up to me?"
I knew I was in trouble. "Well, how about dinner on Friday night? I'll take you somewhere nice."
Samantha agreed, and it was a date. I guess Lisa was a bit more on the ball and had already called Brittany. She was also going out.
On Friday night, you know, Lisa and I had this great big house with these great big beds. What did we do? We all went back to Samantha, Brittany, and Louanne's apartment. Carl was also there. The screams coming out of those three bedrooms that night would have woken the dead.
There is a huge difference when you are in bed with a free person versus a slave. With a slave, the pleasure of the slave is incidental. You can give if you want, but you don't have to. With a free person, one that you care about and are trying to establish a relationship with, you are spending more time trying to figure out what they like. And I tell you, Samantha liked a lot.
However, it wasn't meant to be, and it was all Louanne's doing. I guess Lisa and I weren't as interesting as two of the other members of the college football team's offensive line that was playing with her boyfriend, Carl. That all three were being scouted to go pro, obviously didn't hurt.
It was OK. It was fun for the short time it lasted, but it wasn't meant to be.
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School was going fine over the first month or so, there were a few occasions when one of the girls needed their ass peppered with spanks, but for the most part, they were doing well until one night...
After class, the girls were to come either to one of the stores or directly home. They were to check in and text us to let us know where they were. One night, I didn't get Jackie's text.
Now, the girls still didn't know about the cameras in the house. I had seen them whispering or noticed when they stopped talking when Lisa or I came into a room. We knew they were hiding something. It wasn't either of our birthdays, so it was something else they should have told us. They needed to ask us first for permission if they were planning anything. I checked the video and got all the details. I didn't want to tip them off on the cameras, so we let things play out.
I texted the girls and asked if they knew where Jackie was. They said that they didn't. They just fucked themselves. If they had come clean, they would have reduced their punishment for keeping secrets from us--particularly this kind of secret.
I checked the tracker in the Slave App and found Jackie's location. I didn't know where Lance lived at the college, but now I had a good idea. Lance was the student Jackie had classes with, and we ran into him and his mother at the beach during the summer. I heard his name on the recordings.
I told the guys in the office that I had an errand to run and wouldn't be back in the office today.
I followed the tracker and eventually came to Lance's room in his dorm. I knocked on the door.
Lance opened the door. He said, "Hello?"
"Lance." I said, "Do you have something of mine in there?"
He stared, puzzled, at me for a second and then clued in. He opened the door fully to let me in and said, "Yeah, Jackie is here."
I walked in and saw Jackie sitting on the bed. She was wearing her clothes, so nothing inappropriate had occurred.
I looked at Jackie and said, "First, before I ask Lance anything, I want to tell you that if I am correct, you are not going to like what you hear us talk about. I want to remind you that if you get pissed and decide to attempt anything against Lance or myself, you will get into a world of trouble and an extended sentence. Do you understand?" I don't think there will be an issue here, but she could react to what they are planning to do with her, or it may never have dawned on her that as a slave, you really can't believe that you can have a meaningful personal relationship with anyone.
Jackie looked a bit scared and nodded her head.
I added, "Jackie, you are also to stay quiet until someone asks you a question. Do you understand?"
She nervously nodded her head again.
I turned to Lance, "Lance, first, you are not in any trouble here. You may be thinking of doing something that I think you should have asked me about first, but you have not done anything that could get you in trouble. Do you understand?"
Lance said, "Yes."
I asked, "Would you mind if I video-record our conversation? If Jackie decides to do something stupid, I want proof of it."
Lance shook his head, and I turned on my recorder. I also wanted a recording of this to play for the other girls later.
I paused a minute, "OK, Lance, I am going to ask a few questions, and I want you to answer them as truthfully and bluntly as possible. I need Jackie to hear your answers. OK?"
Lance nodded his head again.
I looked at Jackie, "Lance, are you interested in having a relationship with Jackie?"
He got an odd look on his face. "You mean other than sex, right?" I nodded. He said, "No, why would I?"
I could see a frown appearing on Jackie's face.
I asked, "Can you explain that?"
He looked a bit nervous. He glanced at Jackie and then back at me, "Well, she is a slave, right, so she is only good for sex. Why would you want a relationship with a slave? She isn't free for like ten more years, and at some point, I'll want to get married and maybe have kids. Why would I want to wait ten years."
I could see Jackie starting to cry.
I kept an eye on Jackie. In the video recordings, there was a mention of a party that Lance was holding that the girls wanted to go to. Jackie was in Lance's room to get the details.
I said to Lance, "OK, you don't want a relationship with her; obviously, you haven't fucked her, so what is your interest."
Lance smiled. You know that stupid frat boy type look where they have this perfect plan that is so fucked up that it only makes sense to a guy that only thinks with his dick. "OK, so I kind of help out with this semi-pro ball team here in town. In a few weeks, they are having their season-end party, and they asked me if I could help out with the entertainment, so we were thinking, you know Jackie and Julie are sisters." I nodded my head, "So, everyone has fantasies of sisters. We would order them to strip and then go down on each other."
I glanced over at Jackie; she had a horrified look on her face.
Lance continued, "Then once everyone was ready, we would start fucking them. You know, once you fucked one, you go for some drinks, then once you are ready again, you fuck the other."
I thought I would string him along. See how far they had thought this through. "The two of them are pretty identical. How would you know which one you fucked?"
Lance laughed. He was into this. "That's easy. You just always have them in the doggy position. Easier to fuck their faces or fuck their pussy or ass. Once you are done, we will have markers, and you can just write your initials on their backs."
I wasn't getting mad at Lance. He was just a stupid kid, and I stopped this before it could go that far. This was more to demonstrate to Jackie and the girls that life wasn't normal for them.
I asked, "So what about Jennifer and Susanne?"
He smiled again, "They would just be icing on the cake. They would also be naked. They would be fucked by whoever wants them. Some guys know that they can go, you know, three or four times in a night, so while waiting for Julie or Jackie, they could fuck one of them. With Susanne's tits, I know there are a few guys that would like to tit fuck her."
I looked at Jackie; she was full-out crying at this point.
I looked back at Lance, "What do you know about slave ownership? I know your mother has slaves, but do you have a license?"
Lance looked puzzled, "Well, my mother doesn't allow us to play or fuck her slaves. I don't have a license, but what is there to know?"
I sighed. I thought as much. "Well, do you know I can track their locations? That is how I found you tonight."
He looked surprised, "I didn't know that."