Chapter 1

 

Their day began much more slowly and lazily than had been the norm previously. And it began much later too. When the rush to get Judy moved out of her apartment so the sublease tenant could move in ended, their lives took on a very different tempo. Today, as usual, they slept late and Scott wouldn't allow Judy out of the bed until they had a long and passionate session of love-making. He informed her that as his slave he would demand a similar session from her every morning. She accepted that boast but asked if that meant he would not ever have either of his other slaves in bed with him, or if that meant that she was ordered to displace whichever one it was that he had chosen to sleep with. Since he had no good rejoinder to that he ordered her to start sucking while he considered the question. She laughed, punched him in the arm, and got up. His only thought about that was surprise that she hadn't punched him harder. He dismissed consideration of that anomaly in favor of turning over, pulling the sheet up to his neck and settling in for another few minutes of staying comfortably ensconced in bed.

Her return from having taken a shower and the attendant noise of her rummaging through drawers to find something to wear disturbed him enough that he got up too. While he knew he didn't have to rush into his day, he wanted to eat a leisurely breakfast before he had to link up with Randy to do one more run of delivering to his customers. Since he had nothing else pressing to do, he had offered to help Randy with his deliveries. In addition to helping his friend, the customers were pleased to see him working with Randy. It gave them a heightened sense of confidence in Scott.

Both Judy and Scott had quit their jobs immediately after Judy moved in. Since Randy had said it would only be a few days before he moved out to join Lucas and put Scott on the payroll, Scott decided that he and Judy would take a short vacation. At least he would. He decreed that she had to continue practicing being a slave, so it wasn't as much of a vacation for her.

Scott quit his job on the Monday after Judy moved in. He opted to quit with a phone call, saying he was quitting immediately. That kind of annoyed his boss. While he honestly regretted losing Scott because he was a good worker, he knew replacing him wouldn't be all that hard to do. Scott's job didn't require even a high school diploma.

Judy knew that Scott wanted her to quit immediately also, but he agreed to allow her to continue as long as she needed to, since quitting on good terms was important to her. The only requirement he laid on her was that she be in full time residence on the day the two other slaves moved in. He cautioned that while he could put that day off after Randy left to join Lucas, he couldn't put it off too long. She understood that need and didn't argue. Scott had tried to keep her in bed for one more session that morning but she declared that one was enough for the moment, especially considering how available she would be in the very near future.

She went in to her job, got there only a few minutes late, then cornered her boss and said flat out that she was quitting and asked how much notice he needed. Without giving it any thought he instantly responded that it would take at least six months to find someone as good as she was, with great legs and as pretty, so that was what he wanted. She was used to him teasing her about something, but this was the first time he had commented so directly on her looks. She took it in the spirit it was intended and wasn't offended. In response she said that since he was beginning at six months she would have to offer six seconds in order to be able to compromise on something mutually acceptable. He laughed.

He studied her face for a few seconds, trying to decide how he should handle the situation. He knew she wasn't rich and that she needed to work, so he figured she was leaving for another position somewhere. That made him wonder if he should respond with a counteroffer to try to change her mind about leaving. Instead, he decided to ask her why she was quitting. It took her a second to respond before she answered with a huge, radiant smile and a soft laugh, "I suppose you could say I have a new job. I've moved in with Scott."

That made the idea of a counteroffer pretty much a nonstarter. He had known that she was seeing Scott exclusively, but he had no idea things had progressed to this level of seriousness. He presumed it was a precursor to them getting married because he couldn't think of any other reason that would require her to quit her job. He glanced down at her hand expecting to see a ring and was mildly surprised to not see one. He dismissed that thought and focused on the present situation. He was sure she didn't want to come in to work any longer, and with good reason. But she would out of loyalty and a sense of responsibility if he asked it of her, and he knew that too. That was one of the reasons why she was such a good employee. He made a quick decision.

"With you having moved in with Scott, I know you don't want to continue coming to work. I understand that. You have some vacation coming. I'll accept your resignation immediately and pay you for the unused vacation. Good luck to you and Scott, I wish you well. You have my sincere best wishes." She realized how he had misinterpreted the situation, but didn't correct him by telling him she was becoming Scott's slave, not his wife. And especially not that she was going to be one of three slaves. That would have freaked him out.

With their lives now settled into a quiet period until Randy finished whatever he needed to do before leaving to join Lucas and turning the Beautiful Bandits over, they enjoyed the unstructured, lazy, no pressure days while they lasted. With no demands on their time, they gravitated into staying up late and sleeping later. Scott teased her mercilessly about her needing to practice being a slave, but that actually made it kind of fun.

One morning Scott woke before Judy did. He lay quietly, not moving for a few minutes, trying to decide if he wanted to roll over for a few more minutes of sleep or if he should start his day. He opted for the latter by reaching over and nudging Judy. She never even opened her eyes. Instead, she turned her body to face him, reached out and pulled herself tightly against him. She settled herself comfortably nestled against him with no intention of opening her eyes for at least an hour. Scott had another idea in mind.

He reveled in the silky feel of her warm, soft skin pressed against his, and that reinforced his idea. He had adopted the habit of sleeping in the nude the minute he moved out from under his parent's wings. When he moved Judy in with him he demanded that she too sleep nude. He pointedly commented that the other two slaves would be required to sleep with him nude, so she had to also. She had objected mildly at first, arguing that that was then and this was now, but she very quickly grew to love the feeling of their naked bodies intertwined with each other all night long.

He brushed her hair off her face, contorted his body so he could kiss her cheek and shook her gently. She mumbled "Stop that. Let me sleep."

He shook her harder. She mumbled something unintelligible that sounded suspiciously like "Fuck off." He grinned at her supine form outlined by the light sheet they had covering them. Then, instead of shaking her again, he slid his hand along her body, brought it up to her breast and captured the nipple and squeezed it gently. "Wake up slave, your master wants your body. I think I'll begin with a blowjob."

She accepted the truth that he wasn't going to let her sleep, so she cracked an eye open, pulled away from him slightly, but did nothing to dislodge his hand from her breast and said almost petulantly, "I'm not a slave yet."

"Sure you are. It was a week ago that I welcomed you to your first day of slavery."

She rolled away from him, winding up on her back, saying sarcastically, "You say the nicest things."

He followed after her, positioning himself directly on top of her. He used his knees to gently spread her legs. She could feel his erection and as he settled lower he softly prodded her with the tip. She laughed quietly, seductively. "Is this the master demanding use of his slave? Even before she showers?"

He maneuvered his body to put his tip on the entrance to her pussy and pressed hard enough that it began to enter slowly. She raised her hips enough that she met his demands and made it easier for him to enter her. She moaned deeply as he slid into her.

Almost without giving his actions any conscious thought, his body knew what to do and he fell into a slow tempo of fucking her. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly and met his thrusts with her own. Before she too deeply aroused and had gotten to the point that she wouldn't want to quit in the event he took her seriously, she teased him. "What happened to the threatened blowjob?"

"Later," he murmured, "for now I've decided my slave will service me this way."

She gave him a squeeze with her arms. "I was hoping you would feel that way." They settled into a slow, languorous bout of lovemaking.

He helped her clean up the breakfast dishes and told her his plans for the day. He said he would lock the chain around her ankle before he left to collect the other two. She understood the necessity of being chained when he returned because it wouldn't make sense for her to have been free during his absence. He said he would take one of them... he told her he had decided on Emily... with him when he went out to do his first solo delivery.

When he knew he would get the Bandits full-time while Randy was gone, Scott had given a lot of thought to how he wanted to treat them. There was no question that they would be made to be obedient, his only quandary was how to best attain that goal. He had to make a decision of course, so he devised a plan and went for it. He decided that he would make it clear to them that they were nothing more than owned property, and to accomplish that he had chosen to go to Sam Bunnlep first because Randy had told him that Sam had mentioned on a number of occasions that he was envious of Randy having the two babes as his prisoners, and in particular, Emily.

Scott had decided to set the tone of the Bandits time with him starting right at the outset, and Sam's attraction to Emily offered a pretty good way to do that. Besides, Sam was an ornery old bastard and Scott figured he would act exactly as he needed him to.

Judy grumped a little at not being chosen to accompany him, but she had no idea what his plans were for Emily. He patiently explained that it wouldn't make sense for him to not take one of the Bandits instead of her because since Judy had been his prisoner and slave for a while, he was supposed to want a different girl to fuck if he was staying in character. She knew that already and actually would have told him to change his choice had he said she would accompany him. But without telling him any of that she grudgingly accepted that logic. Then he swatted her ass, telling her to stop busting his chops. She grinned, sashaying out of his reach. "Since this is maybe the last time I can do that I might as well take advantage of the opportunity."

When he brought the Bandits home he locked Brandy onto her ankle chain then told Emily to change out of her maid outfit into the tight shorts and the bare midriff tee shirt he previously had Judy prepare. As planned, the outfit was tight and very revealing. He outfitted her with a belly chain that had very short chains connecting the handcuffs to her waist at her sides. It wasn't particularly comfortable but it made her look good while making her very helpless. Then he took off to make the delivery to Sam.

When he stopped at Sam's, he reached across her and pushed the passenger side door open. He released her seat belt then told her to get out of the pick-up while he made the delivery. She knew there was no need for her to be out of the truck other than to be put on display. She had come to more or less expect that. Being annoyed at being treated that way did absolutely no good, but it still annoyed her.

She extended her long, shapely, bare leg out the door and swiveled in her seat to shift her weight to where she could get out. Sam saw the leg coming out and stopped what he was doing so he could take a long hard look at the beauty emerging. When she got her feet on the ground she arched her herself backwards to make her long hair fall behind her as she shook her hair out, trying to dislodge a strand that was tickling her nose.

She knew her actions were putting on a sexy display but the hair was driving her batty and she had to do something to fix it. Sam neither knew nor cared why she was doing what she was doing, he was just enjoying the sight of the large, upthrust breasts and the skin of under-boob that was being exposed.

Having successfully solved her problem, Emily looked around, saw Sam staring at her, threw him a nasty look, then turned away. When he had first seen Emily he wondered if the rumors about prisoners in the Bayou being used as sex slaves were true, and if it was, why had Scott brought her along? She obviously couldn't help with the delivery, chained the way she was, and dressed the way she was spoke volumes that the rumors were true. He hoped the rumors were more fact than fiction. Unfortunately, he realized, the nasty look he had gotten pretty convincingly said the rumors weren't true, at least in her case. That disappointed him.

The flash of disappointment caused him to call out to Scott. "So why did you bring the filly along with you? Locked up the way she is she can't help you unload."

Scott grinned because it was exactly the kind of opening he had been hoping for. "I brought her along in case I got horny and wanted a blowjob or a piece of ass. Why? Do you want some of that?"

Sam's hopes were surging. "That's a mighty fine looking filly you got there boy. I wouldn't turn down fucking that."

Scott pretended to give that a moment's worth of thought then answered. "How about we say fifty bucks and you can use any hole you want?"

She had been annoyed at being put on display, then maddened by being referred to as a filly, and incensed at being referred to as "that". She was almost enraged by the whole scene as she was discussed like she wasn't there and referred to as a barter object to be fucked by whoever wanted her whether she wanted to or not. She erupted, not only from the insult she thought had been given to her, but also because they weren't in the Bayou at the moment. She knew that from having seen the change of jurisdiction announced on a sign on the side of the road as they drove past it.

Being outside of the Bayou meant that if she could get the cops involved it wouldn't be Jethro. Being offered in prostitution was illegal, and if the customer was a halfway decent guy he might not overlook that it was being done against her will. He might make a report to the police and that would get her interviewed. That would be all she needed. She accepted that it was a very unlikely possibility but it was worth a shot. All she had to do was object. She objected.

"Now wait just a damn minute! I never signed up for 'on call status'. I'm not some whore you can make a few bucks off of. I don't want to do it."

Sam shook his head and turned away. Then he turned back toward Scott. "I ain't gonna rape her, but she sorely needs her attitude adjusted. Bring her back when she's in a better frame of mind."

Scott would have been very pleased if she had acquiesced without an argument. Very surprised, but still pleased. He had expected her to show some resistance, and that was fine too, because whether she gave in or argued, either way would have given him the basis to set the tone for her and Brandy's enslavement to him. She had chosen the hard way. He wondered if, because of Emily's choice and the punishment it would garner, if Brandy would take the easy way. He expected she would. He called back to Sam as the man walked away. "I'll do that Sam. In point of fact she did sign up for on call status but evidently she doesn't think that extends to my friends or whoever I want to offer her to. I'm sorry she's being so bitchy about it, but I'll fix that."

Emily glared at him as he strode over to her. He grabbed her arm roughly and painfully, then yanked her strongly, almost dragging her as he pulled her, getting her back into the pickup. With her hands handcuffed at her sides, fastening the seat belt over her was as good as tying her to a chair.

He and Sam finished unloading the delivery, settled up, then he got back into the driver's seat. He didn't threaten her or say anything to her, he simply started the engine and drove away. He drove to Randy's house.

Randy's home was locked but the workshop was not. Scott headed for the workshop, again dragging the reluctant Emily without regard to the force he was using or the pain he was administering in that process. That pain was insignificant compared to what was to come. Emily basically knew what was coming and began pleading for forgiveness before he got her out of the truck. Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

She knew where he was taking her and what was there; the only thing she didn't know was specifically which instrument would be used to adjust her attitude. Regardless, she tearfully swore obedience and begged to be taken back to Sam so she could demonstrate the sincerity of her repentance. He looked at her almost as though he was considering her offer. Then he dashed her hopes as he turned away and reached for the lifting harness while saying: "Emily, I'm happy that you've come to your senses and don't need to be convinced to act the way a slave should. But keep in mind that you failed to act that way with Sam and that embarrassed me. You know failures need to be punished so I have to punish you for that."

She made the mistake of reflexively backing away when he came toward her with the harness. While backing away she pleaded for him not to put it on her, still hopeful of avoiding the impending punishment. That was the wrong thing to do. She might have been successful if she had gotten on her knees and begged from that position, but backing away was her worst choice. With no warning he punched her in her stomach. He hit her very hard and was ready to do it a second time just as hard, but stayed the punch when he saw that he didn't have to do it. She had doubled over from the first hit, and stayed doubled over. At that, she almost puked. The punch had taken her breath away and she had no fight left in her. He put the harness on her while she continued to mumble apologies and begged for forgiveness.

He hoisted her into the air, tied ropes to her ankles and used them to hold her legs widely apart. She expected a lecture about the need for her to be a good slave, or perhaps threats about what would happen in the future. He didn't waste his breath. As soon as he had her positioned where he wanted her he slid the pony under her and lowered her onto it.

The ride began to hurt almost immediately. It produced the unique and terrible kind of hurt that only a pony can produce. The pain began focused on her crotch and didn't move from there as it intensified. After that it only got worse as it spread elsewhere.

She berated herself severely for having been so stupid as to have brought this punishment onto herself. Then she forgave herself despite how much it hurt, because it had been a good idea and worth trying. It was only a matter that some good ideas didn't work out. She wondered if she would ever be able to say the right words to buy a reprieve from a punishment. She didn't think so.

Once he had her enduring her punishment he didn't say a word to her, he just left. She watched him walk out the door and something about his attitude told her that she was in for a long session. She was. He drove home for a late lunch.

Lunch was nothing more than a bologna sandwich and a Coke, but that was pretty much his normal fare because he loved it. Afterwards he had Brandy suck him for a while, but he chose to not cum. He had only wanted to kill a few minutes and that seemed like a good way to do it. When he thought enough time had elapsed he put a belly chain on her, identical to the one he had outfitted Emily with earlier, and took her to the car. This time, using Judy's car, he drove back to Randy's. He left Brandy buckled into the front seat while he went into the workshop to fetch Emily.

Getting Emily off the pony was even easier than getting her on it because he didn't have to subdue her first. She walked a little funny as she headed toward the car and Brandy noticed it. She knew that Emily had to have been riding the pony the entire time he had been home, and that scared her. There was no other conclusion but that Emily had been punished the entire time she had been in the workshop. That conclusion was also pretty self-evident based on the tear tracks down Emily's cheeks, and her red, swollen, eyes. Her difficulty walking was a pretty clear indication that she had been on the pony. She planned to confirm her conclusions with Emily as soon as they were alone. Assuming she was right about that, then clearly, Scott wasn't one to be trifled with or shown disobedience to, because clearly, he meted out serious punishments.

Emily saw Brandy sitting in the front and also saw that the trunk lid was slightly raised. Scott had released the latch but hadn't fully opened it. Prodding Emily along, he bypassed the car door and went straight to the trunk, opened it fully. then pointed, wordlessly telling her to get in the trunk.

Sam heard the sound of a car approaching. He wasn't expecting anyone, so curiosity compelled him to walk to the front of the barn to look. He didn't recognize the car and watched it with curiosity as it stopped, then as the trunk lid popped open. Before Scott got his door opened, the trunk lid was pushed fully open from the inside. Then he saw Emily's head as she sat up to look around the yard.

When the car had stopped and Scott released the trunk latch from the driver's seat, Emily couldn't wait to get out of the hot, stuffy, trunk. She pushed the lid up with her foot and peered over the edge. She recognized Sam's place, then saw him standing not too far from the slightly ajar barn door. Seeing Sam was all she needed to know. She threw a leg over the edge of the trunk, then more or less rolled herself over the edge. With her hands handcuffed to her waist, that was the only way she could get herself out.

After getting her balance on her feet, she raced over to Sam. He watched her running to him and had a pretty good idea what had happened after she had left earlier. She reached him, went to her knees in front of him, looked up and begged. "Please fuck me, sir. However you would like. I can give you a blowjob to start if you like, then you can cum in any hole. Please say yes and fuck me."

He grinned as he looked down at her. "I see you've had your attitude adjusted. It becomes you, pretty little thing like you on her knees begging to be fucked. I'll bet he told you you'd be adjusted even more if you couldn't get me to fuck you, didn't he?"

"No sir, he didn't. He didn't need to. I realize how wrong I was earlier and I want to make amends, it's only right that I do." Then the implications of his phrase 'pretty little thing' registered in her brain. She switched from pleading to being seductive. She stood, moved to press her breasts into him and smiled. She sensuously licked her lips, lowered the pitch of her voice, and tried to convey a burning need in her for sex. "I'm really good in bed. The worst part about fucking me is that you may never ever be satisfied with another woman again. Want to find out?"

He had an amused look on his face, making her think that he wasn't fully convinced. She gave it one more shot. "If I had my hands free I would already have your cock in my mouth. But I can't do that without your help. That's the bad news. The good news is that many men really enjoy fucking a woman in bandage. Here I am."

Brandy watched Emily's performance with dismay. She could overhear what Emily was saying and while she didn't know what had transpired earlier, she could make a pretty good guess that Emily had been offered to this man and she had refused. No other guess made sense. Extrapolating from that, it appeared that Scott had given her a ride on the pony as punishment and an 'attitude adjustment' and it had worked. That added certainty to her earlier thought that Emily had ridden the pony. That wasn't particularly surprising. Whether her guesses were close or wildly off the mark, one thing was painfully clear; Scott wasn't playing games and he wasn't to be taken lightly. She wondered if being his prisoner might actually worse than being Randy's. She ceased that useless speculation. Whether he was worse than Randy, or not, was irrelevant; she and Emily were going to be his slaves and there was nothing to be done to prevent that. And, more the point, he was to be obeyed.

Scott had planned to offer Sam his choice of either prisoner, but seeing how Sam was looking at Emily changed his mind. Sam looked over at Scott, nodded toward Emily and asked, "Still fifty bucks?"

Scott shook his head. "Nah. Free. I owe you an apology and she's going to give it to you."