"Hello Dave." Amanda said over the phone two days later, just after lunch. "I'm thinking I might stop by and visit tonight. Sheila is busy but I need to see Crystal to touch base to satisfy my supervisory requirement for the court. How about you? Have you missed me as much as I've missed you? Maybe you should be ready for me this evening. You know, all clean and submissive like a good slave." I barely choked out a simple "yes ma'am." She chuckled.
Leah shrugged when I told her. "Nothing I can do about it. You know she has full access to you and Crystal. If you really think you are suffering physical damage you need to say something. I'll examine you and decide if there is a problem. If I agree I can and will call Amanda off using you. If I think it is borderline, Mom and Amanda will examine you with me and we will discuss it. None of us are willing to risk a problem." Leah must have seen my expression. "Sorry slave boy. Such is the life of a slave. Deal with it. Neither your comfort nor your dignity is an issue. ONLY your health. And as much as it hurts, a few snaps with a rubber band will not cause lasting damage."
"You passed the slave handler's exam so you know the laws. Slaves get yearly checkups at a minimum. Any signs of physical abuse is reported. Between those exams it is your right to complain you are being abused. And you know being used sexually no matter how offensive you find it is not considered abuse by the law. But if you think you are in danger or are being injured, by all means report us for abuse. I'd personally like to see you get a few more years added to your sentence for making false accusations. It will give me more time to train and condition your ass. Plus your probation time will be automatically invoked unless they show we abused you." Leah said. I quickly told her I was just venting. "Oh I know. Just be careful how you vent and to whom. There is always respectful venting to me, what I call bitching, and how Amanda may interpret that same statement. I'm just making sure you know where you stand."
I grumbled about mental abuse being as bad as the physical. Leah almost laughed. "Dumbass, mental abuse is really the point. The law and society WANT mental changes in slaves. Now of course they don't rabid dogs running around, and if that happens, and a person goes off the range, they are either re-enslaved or put down depending on the crime. There are full courses in college on slave psychology. Studies galore done. They have half way houses and government sponsored programs to help slaves re-assimilate into society. For the most part they don't care if a released slave is a shadow of who he was as long as he does not commit another crime."
"Mom just called me to tell me she was coming over to visit tonight." Crystal said when she called a few minutes later. I told her Amanda had called me as well and I thought I was her intended target. "Well, I'm not going to take the risk and not be ready. You need to learn to always be extra careful. The very idea she called me is enough. We both need to get our asses flushed. I'll bet you I wind up licking Mom's pussy before she goes home no matter what she does with you."
Listening in on our conversation, Leah grinned. "I'd give odds she has both your tongues up her pussy tonight. Too bad you have nothing to bet."
We had eaten supper and cleaned up the kitchen before Amanda arrived. She gestured for us to follow her to my bedroom. I had already stripped the bed of everything but the bottom sheet. Crystal nodded at me to get my attention and began to strip. I followed suit. Amanda watched silently as we climbed onto my bed and assumed our proper positions on the end of the bed, kneeling with legs spread wide, hands behind our backs.
"I love it when your cock gets hard for me, Dave." Amanda said, smiling. "Not that I plan to use it. If you do a good job for me, I'll let this other slave get you off and feed you your cum. I'm sure her pussy is wet in anticipation." I kept my face forward but in my peripheral vision could see Amanda reach out. "Oh yes, it is like the Atchafalaya swamp, hot, wet and smelling mildly of fish." Amanda laughed uproariously. I knew Crystal had to be cringing at the comments, but I did not dare look at her to confirm.
"I am surprised your skin is so sensitive, Dave. Your little nipples bruised from only two little snaps of my rubber band. Let's see how your cock looks." She grabbed it and pulled it up and out for her inspection. "Yeah it is bruised too. Did it hurt too much to play with this other slave?" Amanda asked, looking at Crystal. "Ahh I can see from her expression it didn't slow you down much. Either she won't let you escape her playing with it or I didn't hurt it as much as you made out. You are still happily fucking away. Good. I only wanted to sting it to get your attention."
She examined both of us from head to toe commenting on bruises and sensitive areas. "Sheila told me you broke down and confessed to her how bad you felt about being a drug dealer. She said she thought your confession was genuine. I'm surprised. You only played lip service to me. Speaking of lip service, I want both of you to get busy. Do a good job and I will let you go for the rest of evening. Otherwise you'll both get a dildo up your bottoms." I guess our job was at least adequate because not long after, Amanda left.
"That is how it'll go most of the time once the novelty of fucking you wears off. I'm basing that on past history." Crystal said. "We degrade ourselves, clean ourselves out, and then don't get used. At least not anally. I can live with that." I wondered once again at Crystal's cavalier attitude. I'd had to lick my own mother a few times, the last time in her office to celebrate my passing my exam. I could not begin to express how much the idea much less the actual action bothered me.
"Don't think about it. Imagine it is just another pussy like mine or my mom's. I envision I am licking Leah or your Mom when Sheila or my mom use me or at least I try. Hell, I am one to talk about ways to cope. It always make me feel like shit. After three years, I still cannot get my head around what I have to do every few days. I can't just accept it is no big deal for my Mom to use me. And now my sister is in the mix. They have no problem with it at all. In fact they seem to relish the idea." I realized that despite her outward attitude Crystal still had a shred of dignity. She could not totally turn it off and think of herself as merely a slave play toy.
"I try to tell myself the mantra I've heard from other slaves. 'If you can't thrive, at least survive'." Crystal added.
I put that mantra to the test when Mom told me she wanted to 'talk' in my bedroom the next (Friday) evening. "Tomorrow I am going to give you, well, rather loan you, to Sheila for a week. The girl is a virgin. I think she wants the boyfriend experience rather than just get screwed to orgasm. I expect you to act accordingly. So does Amanda. Now of course the whole thing is colored by the events of the past week. Technical virgin or not, and I hope you realize that just means she has never had a real cock, she has learned a great deal about handling slaves. When she treats you like a boyfriend, play the part. And when she switches to treating you like a slave, be the best slave you can. This experience is for her benefit, not yours."
