C2 002

SCOTT

I was mostly listening to the music as I drove, but it wasn't so loud I couldn't hear my former slaves talking in the back seat. Their getting wet comment didn't escape my notice, nor did many of the other comments they made regarding the nature of their recently ended slavery. It sounded as if they still wished to be sex slaves and would welcome the opportunity to become one again.

Both of them said they understood why it couldn't continue, but sounded as if they'd leap headlong into slavery if they could. Maybe I was doing the wrong thing once more, bringing them to Brianna's where they'd be surrounded by beautiful submissive slave girls as they'd once been. I almost thought of turning around and going back home, but no, I knew how much Julia was looking forward to seeing Zoe again and I did need the paperwork.

The drive seemed shorter than usual because I started to dread arriving and it always seems those things you want take forever to get here and the things you hate, are but an instant. We pulled into the gated compound and Zoe was waiting for us to arrive. She was naked, as most of Brianna's slaves were on the estate. Zoe's pregnancy was barely visible. If I didn't know about it, I could easily have missed it, a slight swelling of the abdomen. It would have been invisible under clothes. It wouldn't be long before Julia sported her own. I'd always liked Zoe and could have easily seen myself with her if she hadn't decided she was into girls. In a way, it was good she was because then I would never have met Julia and I couldn't imagine loving anyone more than I loved her.

"Hello, Scott, Julia. Welcome. I'm so glad to see you both again." She hugged us both. "And who might this be," Zoe said, indicating Lisa.

"This is our friend and neighbor, Lisa McManus," Julia replied.

"Lisa, I'm pleased to meet you. Did they warn you we were primarily nude here most of the time? I can put on clothes if you'd be more comfortable that way?" Zoe said, taking her hand.

"Julia told me you were a submissive to your employer, so I suspected there would be attire indicative of that. You don't have to put on clothes for me. I just came out of two weeks of sex slavery myself. Julia and I were submissive to Scott. It ended yesterday."

"Scott, you dog. You told me about Julia's slavery, not that you had another slave as well."

"It was ending," I said. "Didn't seem relevant for a short conversation."

She turned to Julia. "Does this mean you and Lisa have had sex together?"

Julia blushed. "It does."

"Did you enjoy your walk on the other side of the street?"

"I didn't hate it," Julia admitted. "It was just part of my subservience. Being a slave makes you quite hungry for sex."

"Doesn't it though," Zoe laughed. "I'm horny all the time, and I swear my pregnancy makes it worse."

"That brings up an unexpected bit of news," I said. "Julia informed me yesterday I'm going to be a father."

"Really? How marvelous for you both." Zoe hugged us again, whispering congratulations in my ear. "Listen, why don't we get the business out of the way first, then we can catch up. I know I have a lot of questions, and I'm sure you do too. Let's go sit down at the dining room table. If you haven't eaten, I'm sure there's still something to be had, even if it's just fruit and pastries."

I was hungry. We hadn't eaten before we left nor stopped on the way. "Lead the way," I said.

Zoe led us to the dining room table. A gorgeous, caramel colored black woman was clearing some of the food away. She was naked as well.

"Bon jour, Monsieur, Maîtresses," she said upon seeing us. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, juice? I was making crepes today. I can make you some. I still have some batter left. Or we still have pastries and fruit; whatever you wish."

"Thank you...I'm sorry, your name is?"

"Chantelle, Monsieur."

"I'd love some crepes and coffee, Chantelle. Julia and Lisa, what would you like?"

"Have the crepes," Zoe suggested. "Chantelle is a world class chef. You won't be disappointed."

Lisa and Julia looked at one another and Julia said, "We'd both like the crepes as well, and some tea would be good for me." "Juice for me," Lisa said.

Chantelle nodded, saying "Very well," and disappeared in the kitchen.

Zoe started going over the paperwork. It was pretty straightforward. She told me to make sure I kept 51% of the company so I would always have control. No matter how much I liked and trusted Jerry, it was still my company and I should maintain it as such. Zoe had figured different prices for the company based upon how quickly Jerry purchased his shares as she said that unless there was a sudden crash in the housing market, my company was growing rather quickly and becoming more valuable over time. She calculated each percentage share as a portion of the expected value of the business. His 49% would be a lot cheaper to obtain if he purchased it all this year as opposed to chunk by chunk over the next several years. How much and when would be up to him.

Our discussion was interrupted when Chantelle returned with the crepes. The conversation died quickly.

"Oh my God," I said. "These things are heavenly. Thank you, Chantelle. They're melting on my tongue. What is it?"

"Smoked salmon and goat cheese crepes, Monsieur. They have a little garlic, baby spinach, red peppers, capers, and fresh dill is sprinkled on the top."

"Zoe wasn't kidding. You're a fantastic cook. I'm impressed. Are you Mistress Brianna's sex slave, too?"

"I used to be, Monsieur. I submit to Monsieur Sam now, and his wife, Marcia."

There was that Sam guy again. Who the fuck was he? I was starting to develop more and more questions for Zoe unrelated to business. It could wait until we finished anyway.

We went back to the paperwork in between bites of the food. I'd weigh three hundred pounds if I lived here and ate like this all the time.

It was all laid out with historical past growth and expected future growth. She said if Jerry got an attorney to look it over for him, his attorney could call with any questions, or Jerry himself could call. She'd be happy to answer any questions. She showed us all the places for our signatures and had marked them with tabs. There were a couple places Julia had to sign as she was nominally part owner in the business as well. Julia wasn't having any difficulty following along, so it would be clear to everyone.

"Any questions about the legal papers?" Zoe asked when we'd finished.

"Not about the papers, lots of questions about other things," I replied. "Who's the father again and did you undergo artificial insemination?"

"Oh, no. Did it the old fashioned way." She held up her left hand with a circle formed of her thumb and fore finger, and poked the finger of her other hand back and forth, mimicking the sex act.

"I thought you gave up men," I said.

"For everything but pregnancy, yes. Sam lives here now. Would you like to meet him?"

"I think I would," I said.

"Everyone's out by the pool," Zoe said. "I'll warn you, there are no clothes being worn there at the moment."

"Sounds like our Memorial Day party, Scott," Julia said.

"Yes, though I'm guessing it's like that almost all the time," I said.

"Pretty much 100% of the time," Zoe agreed.

"Before we go out there, could you tell us a little about him?"

"Of course. Sam and Mistress met at a BDSM convention in Las Vegas. Sam and Marcia lived in Florida at the time. They kept up a correspondence, and Mistress asked Marcia to model for the Nude for the Homeless benefit here in LA. They came out and stayed here for a few days during the time of the benefit during which Mistress got the permission of Marcia to have children with Sam. Marcia agreed she could because she couldn't give Sam children. Mistress had to consent to be Sam's submissive during their attempt at mating as Marcia felt more comfortable if Mistress had to submit. Their sex was productive and Mistress had twins. They came for the birth.

"During their second stay here, when Brianna delivered the twins, Marcia agreed Sam could father additional progeny if the slaves wished it. Monique, Adele and Ingrid became pregnant at that time. Riyuki became pregnant when we attended Sam and Marcia's going away party in Florida. Dorinda and I became pregnant two months ago. Only one other woman is interested in having children at this time, but she's undergoing counseling for a previous trauma and has not yet received clearance from the doctors. There's a chance someone else is the father of Monique's, Adele's and Ingrid's kids; there was another male participating in the stud farm, but it really doesn't matter. Sam will be the acting Dad regardless."

"Why the direct method of getting pregnant instead of in vitro fertilization?" I asked. "I thought you were done with guys?"

"You mean why fuck with a living, breathing person instead of lying on a cold metal table getting impregnated with a turkey baster?" Zoe asked.

"When you put it that way," I said, "maybe it's not so odd."

"Sam is a very nice man, as is his wife, Marcia. Chantelle, is also his slave. Sam knows we're all lesbian or bisexual, and he's always respected that. Every time he's been with one of us to procreate, he ensures there are also females present to put us more at ease and we enjoy it more. He knows we're in it for the kids and doesn't try to change us from what we are. The rest of the time, he leaves us alone and isn't pestering us for sex. Brianna wouldn't have invited them to live here if he didn't respect everyone's boundaries. Of course, with both Marcia and Chantelle to fuck, they keep him busy. He's actually been quite helpful in a lot of ways. Believe me, you'll like him. Be careful or you'll fall in love with his wife. She's as hot as molten lava. Everyone here loves her a little."

"Let's meet everyone then," I said.

Zoe took Julia's and Lisa's hand and led us out by the pool. Many naked women were cavorting in the water and there were five children. Brianna's twins looked to be over year old. There were three others who looked to be a couple months. The three youngest all seemed to be dining on fat nipples. The twins were crawling on a huge blanket set under a tented sunscreen, under the watchful eye of several people, one of whom was male.

"Shouldn't there be another baby?" I asked, counting in my head.

"You pay attention. She's asleep in the nursery, not feeling well today. Her mother is with her," Zoe said. "Let me introduce you to Brianna and the others."

Zoe led us under the awning and knelt at the feet of a lovely woman I recognized as Brianna.

"Mistress, these are my friends, Scott and Julia Rivers, and their friend, Lisa McManus. I believe you previously met, but it would be several years now, shortly after we moved here. Scott, this is my Mistress, Brianna Worth, her wife, Monique, slaves, Adele and Ingrid, our financial specialist, Sam Evans and his wife and slave, Marcia."

We were shaking the hands of each of the people as Zoe introduced us. As I shook Sam's hand, he said, "Thank God, more testosterone. I'm drowning in a sea of estrogen here," getting a quick laugh. Marcia was an incredibly beautiful woman. She had piercings in both of her nipples and it looked like she had a slave medallion hanging from a loop piercing of her outer labia. She looked like she could be a movie star, though I didn't remember seeing her in any movies or TV shows. She was kneeling by Sam's chair, sitting on her heels. They were holding hands. She said, "Any friend of Zoe's is a friend of ours. Please have a seat."

We all sat down and Brianna told Zoe she could take a seat as well. She gracefully rose and took a chair.