This comes after "Life in the Hall of Pleasure," and from here on out I will keep naming them this title in multiple parts. The only exception will be prequels or side stories.
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Liz and I only came out of our room to use the bathroom or get food. We slept and cuddled and fucked when we wanted too.
I had missed her more than regular food, more than freedom. She looked a little tired, and as if she had aged a bit, but she was so beautiful, and her body had held up, even her ass which I had seen prolapsed in the wreck room (the nickname I learned about later, for the room the used up cunts were kept in for extreme use) seemed to be in good shape, although we didn't put anything in each others asses anymore.
It had been at least two weeks, when we heard a knock on our door. We were cuddling in pajamas, I sighed. I hadn't even seen my new owner since we arrived the first night, only Liz.
"Come in," Liz answered, and the door slid open softly and our owner stood, fully dressed in khaki pants and a button down shirt.
"Hello sweethearts," he had always had this soft tone except the night I made the deal for Liz. That night he was more dominant.
"Hello, sir." I said sitting up, wanting to behave to keep Liz.
He smiled and said, "you don't have to call me Sir. You can call me grandpa."
There was no shame or humility left in either of us and we nodded.
He then brought us into the kitchen to discuss our new setup. He had food waiting for us on plates, and the three of us ate and he talked.
"I hope that you both have enjoyed a little break after what I can only imagine was a grueling work cycle." His tone conveyed that he was downplaying our horror to allow us to not revisit it.
"Yes, Grandpa, it was very good." I said meekly, worried about what was coming next.
"You will have freedom to move about the grounds as you wish, however your collars activate five feet from the fence. I have a pool, you may swim as you like. There will be three rules to obey."
I nodded along silently.
"First, when I ask you to assist with my urges, you will do so. Second, you will cook lunch and dinner for me, you may split up duties, and clean the house. Third, the property has a caretaker, he is fully aware of who you are, but he will remain anonymous to both of you."
"So he won't get to fuck us?" Liz asks gently.
"He will get two hours with either or both of you at the end of his work, and you will be blindfolded. You are to obey him as you would me during those times. That is the final rule.
One man couldn't possibly be as cruel and degrading in a couple of hours as countless men had been so far. I ate slowly my toast and egg.
"There is one other matter that I want to discuss."
Liz looked nervous, but nodded.
"Do you want to know how old you are? You were both taken on your eighteenth birthdays, and I have records of all of it, and I can tell you how old you are, but that reveals how long you were in the Hall of Pleasure..."
"I want to know please..." I said before thinking. The question was something I had pondered long and hard when I had energy to think, and I had even looked at myself in the mirror since arriving at Grandpa's home. I didn't know.
He looked at Liz, waiting for her answer, and she silently nodded.
"Alison, sweetheart," it was the first time I had heard a man use my name since being taken, "you turned twenty eight years old, last month."
I started to cry, I had been a cunt slave for ten years, and I wasn't sure I was done being one. Liz rubbed my back and we both looked up at Grandpa.
"Liz, you'll be thirty in about six weeks." For some reason she didn't seem to react to it, as if she had some idea.
We finished eating in silence, and Grandpa looked at my tits a few times. He had been so gentle that I forgot he was a predator, like the rest of them.
Grandpa asked us to stay in his room that night, but it sounded optional. Liz and I didn't want to test our new freedoms, and decided to join him.
Liz made dinner, a fantastic coq au vin, and I couldn't believe how good of a cook she was. After dinner, we swam, my first swim in a decade. She had picked out a bikini and a one piece for each of us. I opted for the one piece, and she followed suit.
We kissed and swam, and talked. I would hold her hand whenever I was close enough. Grandpa came out with towels for us when the sun had fully gone down.
We each peeled off our bathing suits, and wrapped the fluffy towels around us. Grandpa took the wet bathing suits, and said he would put them in the wash for us.
