AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a multi-part story and needs to be read in order. The series is set in a near future alternate world where incest is legal and criminals are sentenced to terms of slavery rather than jail or prison per se. Because this is Literotica, there is a lot of sex. No rape or violence, reluctance at worst.
That said, one of the many good suggestions of my editor was a brief recap of what has gone before. However, to get the most enjoyment of the story read the earlier parts first.
Penal Slavery Pt. 01- Brooke, Mark, and his twin sister Beth are sentenced to penal slavery for their crimes. They are stripped, flogged, barcoded and collared and then needed to make atonement before starting their sentence as sex slaves.
Penal Slavery Pt. 02- The collared trio are transported to the Lodge to serve their enslavement. Including a picnic. With a special dessert.
Penal Slavery Pt. 03- Arrival at the Lodge and in processing of the slaves begins.
Penal Slavery Pt. 04-Slaves servitude at the Lodge begins. Red gets a surprise that rocks her world.
Many thanks to ZZchromosome for his insightful comments and edits that helped make this a better story. Sorry this is running behind. Life has been a bit crazy of late.
If you enjoy this series try Mom and Daughter Face Penal Slavery, set in the same universe. The next chapter there will be character crossovers so you might find it interesting.
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"I have a meeting in thirty minutes that's likely to run a couple of hours. Do you want to stay in the room and rest or be released to guest service till 5:00? I figure we can have dinner, then meet Nympho, Poseidon, and Carousel back here at 6:30."
"I probably should go. I don't want Carousel spreading gossip that I am slacking. Nice kilt. I like the way the red, blue, and black weaves together."
"Thank you. I'm glad that they are making a comeback. They are not only comfortable, but useful around the Lodge."
"How so?"
A mischievous grin crossed Jack's face, "Red, I will let you find out at dinner."
Jack continued as he slid his wrist comp on his forearm and belted on his sporran, "Afternoon Guest Service will be starting soon. The pool area is on the way to my meeting. I will drop you off there and confirm that you are still checked out to my room."
Brooke gave him an impish look, "I was thinking, instead of going I could stay here, watch videos and jill off till you get back. Who cares what Carousel says? Do you think room service delivers vibrators and bonbons?"
"Vibrators are in the toy drawer over there. I suspect that bonbons are possible. Lazy slaves that missed exercise today need to do something to burn calories." He gave her a swat on the ass. "Get moving!"
They were both laughing as they left the room. Brooke was a little surprised to see that they were taking the stairs. Responding to her remark, Jack replied, "I believe that you can never get enough exercise. Plus, I love watching your ass when you walk."
Brooke tried to put a little extra roll to her hip as she went down the stairs. As she got to the door she felt Jack come up behind her and tease her damp cunt. He put a wet finger in front of her mouth, "Lick it."
She sucked and licked her juices off his digit. Brooke figured it was psychological, but she swore her slave cunt was better tasting than the taste of her free pussy the times when she licked her fingers after masturbating at night.
"God, I wish I could skip this meeting."
Jack opened the stairwell door and turned down the hall to the first-floor rooms into a large lobby. Brooke was amazed by the rich woodwork and marble flooring. The stone floor was a bit chilly for her bare feet and she was thankful for the rich thick carpets. Jack spoke,
"This is the original lobby built in 1897. There are several interconnected wings and a total of 600 rooms. The slave quarters were in the basement and housed 400 under less than ideal conditions. Today it's used for BDSM dungeon spaces, and the IT spaces. The current slave spaces predate the current collar and tracking technology and the security is a little bit of overkill."
"Dominus, when that cell door slammed when we first got here I realized that I was a convict serving time. My cell is windowless, and I can't even go outside without permission. Even with meeting you and the sex, I wish I had never gotten drunk that night... " Brooke replied in a small voice.
"Which is probably why we have next to no recidivism from here. Red, you can't undo the past. But you're making the best of the present. As for the outside...I might have something to show you later."
Brooke continued to follow Dominus Jack's directions walking through the lobby. According to the lodge rules, slaves were to walk behind and to the right of the domini. Paradoxically, slaves are to walk in front of guards and follow directions. Brooke suspected that her dominus' military and law enforcement background made it impossible for him to do anything else. Of course, on the other hand, he said he liked to watch her barcoded ass.
Presently, he directed her down a hallway with what looked like conference rooms on one side and a glassed-in gym space on the other. She noted that the equipment was oriented to some spectacular views.
"It's really nice when the sun comes up. You will see when we work out in the morning."
"Dominus, I am sure that I can give you an excellent morning workout."
"No doubt Red. But you really don't burn that many calories during sex. You will have to exercise daily."
"Nympho is not going to like that. She's convinced that she will be buff by the end of her sentence from all the sex."
"Oh, she will be. Three hours of exercise a day, six days a week will do that. Especially when her collar will jolt her to keep her from slacking."
"And I already agreed to be her exercise buddy. I love her, but she can be a whiny bitch during a workout."
"Interesting. Halt, turn to the right. Before you enter..."
"Once I go through that door, I am just another convict cunt being delivered to suck, fuck, lick pussy, and take it up the ass on demand."
"Insolent, but correct. Through the door, slave."
Brooke saw a sign saying, AQUATIC AREA, STAFF ONLY. Entering the door, she saw a desk with a stocky man 'of a certain age,' as the Brits like to say, with close cropped salt and pepper hair, heavy on the salt. He looked up.