Penal Slavery Pt 07

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a multi-part story and while each part can stand alone, it 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.

If you are starting with this part, here is a brief recap of what has gone before.

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.

Penal Slavery Pt. 05-Red learns more about her slavery. A domina gets her comeuppance.

Penal Slavery-Part 6-The slaves experience how the Lodge motivates the slave staff to exercise. Red serves justice.

Many thanks to everyone who has waited for the next installment. I would promise everyone that I will be more regular with installments going forward, but that just seems to encourage Murphy to shout "CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!" But I will try.

If you enjoy this series, try Mom and Daughter Face Penal Slavery, set in the same universe. This chapter has character crossovers, so you might find it interesting.

Thanks to ZZchromosome, Carl Bradford, Dannicalli299, and Mr. Smith for all of their helpful and insightful comments and edits that always help improve my stories.

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Once the door to Jack's room shut, Brooke felt Jack's hands grab her and toss her on the bed. She lay there as the man frantically kicked off his shoes, stripped off his pants and unbuttoned his shirt before stopping midway to grab her ankles, spread her legs and plunge his hard cock into her cunt.

He fucked her hard, almost desperately. Her inner slut enjoyed the pounding dick in her cunt. The small part of her still capable of logical thought was growing alarmed. Was this some sort of goodbye fuck? Was he getting rid of her, after all? Her orgasm pushed her misgivings aside as Jack collapsed on top of her, his own release just moments behind hers. He rolled off of her and as he did; she turned to face him.

"May this slave speak?"

Jack grimaced at her. "I thought we talked about this. While we are in private, you're always free to speak your mind."

"I just wanted to be sure. You seem upset about something."

"I am. But not with you. Make some coffee and order dinner. I'm putting something more comfortable on. I'll talk about my day over coffee while we wait for Fatale, Nympho and dinner."

Brooke was relieved that the Lodge room services guide was identical to hotels she'd stayed at with her parents on vacations. The remote brought up the room service menu on the HD3D screen and allowed her to navigate it.

The choices overwhelmed her. She turned to Jack to see him finish unbuttoning the rather rumpled dress shirt. He had donned a khaki-colored kilt with pockets. Seeing her indecision, he spoke up.

"Order what you want. "

Brooke returned to scanning the offerings. "Herb roasted lamb chops with asparagus and stuffed baked potatoes. Spinach salad.... Cherry cheesecake and tea and coffee to drink?"

Jack burst out laughing. Turning at his guffaws, she saw him work to regain his composure, finally saying, "Good choice, order two. Except make one dessert blueberry cheesecake and an order of decaf tea and coffee. "

"What do you think Fatale wants?"

"That's why I was laughing so hard. You haven't been here long enough to notice, but penal slaves and free staff get only the base menu items. Rice rather than potato dishes, green beans, corn, and peas, rather than things like asparagus. And chicken rather than prime rib or lamb. Fatale loves lamb. And asparagus. And only gets it when a guest orders it for her. Which doesn't happen all that often. Good choice, by the way. Margo may get on my and my dad's nerves, but her lamb dishes are really excellent."

"So make it three?"

"No, I think I will have the smoked trout filets with wild rice and broccoli with melted Swiss cheese. I will also have the cherry cheese cake with tea and coffee. Salad too. Specify a selection of dressing. Any idea what Nympho would want? I don't want to wait dinner."

"I will order her the same as me. We both like lamb and asparagus."

Brooke used the remote to set up the order as Jack finished changing out of his office attire. She had meant to ask about that this morning since Jack seemed to favor the polo shirt and khaki pants or kilt ensembles common with the domini staff. Later. Finishing the order, she clicked on the send icon. The screen showed "UNAUTHORIZED." with the classic sad trombone sound coming out of the speakers. An unpleasant tingle went down her spine.

"Sorry. Wasn't thinking." Jack fastened the kilt and strode barefoot to Brooke, taking the remote from her hand and clicking on the order button. He specified a delivery time of 6:15 PM on the confirmation screen that now showed on the display.

"Security feature. Only the registered guest or approved staff member can order from a room. The system specifically excludes penal slaves from placing room orders."

"That.... actually makes sense."

"Yep. Particularly situations when domini keep slaves in a room all day."

"So no ordering bonbons," Brooke smiled, but part of her felt the collar around her neck tighten a bit with the further realization that she was less than she was before her enslavement.

Jack seemed to sense her thoughts and continued as he made his way to the freshly brewed coffee, "One thing that you can do is order commissary goods."

"You mentioned that with the sunscreen. I remember reading something in the orientation. We can talk about it later. I really want to know what's bugging you. If this slave can be so bold."

"Come here little convict," Jack had two cups of coffee, which he sat down on the side table next to the couch. Taking a seat, he patted the space beside him. Brooke compiled and took the steaming cup her dominus proffered to her.

Jack took a sip of his coffee and sighed. "You brew an excellent cup. And you brewed an entire pot." He turned to look at her. "First, I hate suits. It reminds me of having to go to court or funerals. Neither of which I am overly fond of. I had to dress today because dad and I were on a videoconference with the Corrections and Slavery executive committee about the direction of the Lodge in general and my pet project in particular."

"The sex slave bootcamp?"

"Right. The Lodge has been extremely profitable to the state. Financially, along with reduced recidivism. It's a benefit to state and county employees, the judiciary, and law enforcement. The place is a moneymaker. Domina Peck has been very successful in filling our normally slow periods with conferences and meetings of state, county and city governments and agencies. However, we have a fair bit of unsold rooms, particularly in the off season. The committee wants to expand our reach a bit and open up the lodge to private sector meetings."

"And the committee sees the presence of young, trained penal sluts as a draw," Brooke recalled their earlier conversation.

Jack laughed, "Exactly!" He then got serious. "The chairman wants me to do an in- person presentation to the full committee at their meeting three days from now. I need to leave the day after tomorrow morning. At least we will get one night in the new digs. I can have you assigned there to sleep, but you will return to general use until I get back around 9 pm on Friday night."

Brooke pondered for a moment. "I really don't want to sleep alone. Would it be ok if I can stay with Nympho, Poseidon and Carousel?"

"Sure. I suspected that's what you would say. I don't want to sleep alone either. That's why I'm leaving as soon as the committee meeting is over rather than spending another night at the capitol." He smiled. "I find the thought of sleeping without you extremely distasteful. I wish there was some way I could do the whole thing in a day."

"I'm going to miss you, too."

"It would probably be better that you spend some time in the general population. We have some staff members who monopolize particular penal slaves to where it causes some resentment."

"Bet.. Nympho mentioned something about that. She heard at lunch about some slave cunt named Poms who works in IT. The director keeps her 24/7 and never lets her go to the cell block. Nympho said that there was some muttering that she never has to do afternoon guest service either."

"It is within the director's prerogative. But between you and me, it creates some friction with the staff and other slaves. I quit pursuing it when dad bluntly told me he approved of Director Goff's reasoning."

"I have the impression that when the Colonel makes up his mind, that's the end of the discussion."

"And you would be right. Change of subject. Woody would normally have never wound up at Hidden Hills. Partially because of age. More because of being convicted of a violent offense People who get collared because they get involved in a bar fight where someone dies rarely make good pleasure slaves. Dad, Mom actually, requested him. Woody was a military reservist at the time and his CO knew Dad."

"How old was he?"

"Barely nineteen. The circumstances of his conviction were a bit odd. The deceased was the worthless only son of the mayor of the county's biggest town. Who also just happened to be the town's major employer. From what dad said, it was at worst manslaughter. If not outright self-defense. Long story short, Woody took a plea for ten years instead of risking twenty or even thirty years at hard labor. Dad was able to get him provisionally assigned here."

"He seems like such a nice, easy-going guy. Wait, nineteen? I thought the Lodge liked young sluts."

"Now. When he got here, he had a giant chip on his shoulder. That chip nearly got him shipped right out again. Marcie Taylor was the head of food and beverage at the time. She saw something in him and took him under her wing. I strongly suspect she eventually took him into her bed as well. She got him back on track. He finished college online and turned out to have a real knack for tending bar and the business end of food and beverage." He smiled. "Eighteen and older slave cunts are a real asset. Teenage slave cocks, on the other hand, can be a touch aggressive. Especially when they realize that they're bisexual for the stay."

Mark's resistance to swallowing his first dick and being sodomized flashed through Brooke's mind. Makes sense. "What happened to the domina? Cancer?"

"You're right. About three years ago, Marcie developed uterine cancer. Woody took on the day-to-day business work with her signing off on major decisions so she could keep her position."

"She didn't take leave?"

"No point really. She could still do her administrative work. Dad allowed Woody to live in her apartment to help with her personal care. He even got him permitted as her driver. And to wear non slave clothes that covered his collar while he accompanied her to doctors' appointments and the regional hospital for chemo,"

Jack chuckled. Brook looked at him quizzically.

"That didn't sound hilarious."

"No, but it reminded me of having to reacquaint Woody with wearing underwear and pants. I had just been discharged from the Army and was visiting. I loaned him some of my older clothes. We are about the same size. He zipped up without putting on shorts first and it.... was painful."

"Ouch. So the treatment failed?"

"Actually, she did great at first. She went into remission and started gaining weight back. Six months ago, it came roaring back." Jack's eyes looked a bit shiny. "She passed pretty quick after that."

Brooke reached over and hugged him. Looking him in the eye, she said, "You really care for the people here. Free and slave."

Jack smiled wryly. "Dad told me once that most men and women got their collars because of bad choices. Penal slavery is not only a deterrent, but a time where a person's decisions are taken away with their names in part to let them see firsthand the consequences of their choices. But they are still people."

"You've been giving me choices."

"True. But letting you decide where you sleep is one thing. A choice about how your body is used, the work you're assigned, freedom of movement in the Lodge." He waved his hand at the HD3D screen. "Ordering room service. That is something else entirely. If you had a choice, would you want to pack a bag and go to the capital with me?"

A knock at the door cut off Brookes' reply. Jack looked at his wrist comp. "It's a little early for Fatale. Enter"

The door opened and Fatale entered the room. As she shut the door behind her, she remarked, "I know I'm early. My afternoon appointment ended with twenty minutes left, so she could get ready for a dinner party."

Jack stood up as she entered. "Great, that gives us more time. Coffee?"

"Please. Decaf if the dominus allows. Where do you want me?"

"Sit anywhere. Dinner should arrive in about twenty minutes. Do you need to freshen up? Red, how about you?"

"No thank you, dominus," the two women chimed in unison.

"Ok, let's get down to business while we wait. "

As Fatale took the armchair next to the couch, Brooke got up and made the elder slave a cup of coffee.

"Fatale, how do you take your coffee? Dominus, would you like a refill?"

"No, thank you."

"Cream and sweetener, dear."

Brooke returned with the coffee, handed the cup to Fatale and resumed her seat next to Jack, snuggling up next to him on the couch. Jack gently stroked her hair. Brooke found it oddly comforting.

Fatale took a sip, her face expressing glee at the flavor. She sat the cup down and addressed Jack, "Dominus, how can I help you?"

Brooke sipped her own cup of coffee, savoring the rich aroma as Jack explained his idea about a sex slave boot camp run from the Lodge.

"What do you think?" Jack asked as he finished up.

"Dominus, if this slave may be candid, it is long overdue. I had just turned eighteen when I was enslaved. The system was not as, shall we say, considerate of the state's animate property as it is now. The state didn't care that I wasn't in a good place mentally. Relieved not to be sent to Dante, I love seeing the sun. But I still thought my life was over. I actively considered suicide. I was lucky that some of the older slaves took me under their wings. Lucker still, I learned to not only enjoy sex but made a lifelong study of pleasure. Even then, the library was well stocked and had a lot of interesting volumes for a naïve young girl whose first sexual experience was her wedding night."

Jack seemed blown away by Fatale's words. He started to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Enter," he called out, "This should be Nympho."

Beth came bouncing in like an eager schoolgirl. Her mood reminded Brooke of the time a boy had asked Beth out for the first time. "toddler on a sugar high," was putting it mildly.

"Dominus, thank you for allowing this slave to eat dinner here."

Jack looked puzzled. "Nympho, I thought you were here to pleasure me and eat out Fatale and Red during dinner. All I was planning to feed you was my cum. Wasn't that what I told you, Red?"

"I recall something about you making use of the slave cunt."

The look on Nympho's face was priceless. She lowered her eyes and sunk to her knees in front of Jack and flipped up his kilt, exposing his cock. Beth lowered her head and opened her mouth.

Brooke froze. Jack had used Beth during the atonement and didn't seem to have any qualms about using Beth's ass when she was eating out Carousel. Now Brooke wondered why Jack had directed Brooke to fuck Beth with the dildo instead.

For the first time since Brooke met him, Jack looked confused. His face telegraphed someone who realized that a joke had gone too far. But didn't know how to reel it back.

A hearty laugh caused everyone to stop and look at Fatale, who was laughing uproariously.

"Forgive me dominus, but the looks on everyone's faces were hilarious."

Jack smiled ruefully. "Nympho, your takeaway here is to be careful what you ask for."

"Dominus, you mean I can't suck your cock? Ouch!"

Brooke was looking at the red handprint on Beth's upturned ass and feeling the sting of her palm before she consciously realized that she had slapped her friend's ass. Hard.

"Beth! I mean Nympho, I am so sorry.... OWWWWWW!." Pain coursed through Brooke's spine. As quickly as it started, it ended.

"Red, NEVER strike another slave in anger!" Jack thundered at her. "Being told to during sex by the domini is one thing. The responsibility is on the domini. Slaves striking each other, or fighting is a huge offense and can lead to flogging, extension of term, or even a transfer to another facility. Don't get me started on assault on the domini..."

Brooke looked at Jack with tears in her eyes. He looked and sounded stern, but she couldn't miss the fear in his eyes. Like he had ruined everything.

"Jack is absolutely right," Fatale chimed in, "A slave at the Lodge has a great deal of freedom compared to other penal slaves. That comes understanding that we never, ever physically fight or hit each other, much less the domini," she smiled mischievously, "Unless they tell you that is what they want you to do."

Beth turned and hugged Brooke, tears running down her own face. "I am so sorry, Brooke. I know how possessive you can get. I was trying to get one in on you," she pulled away and looked Brooke in the face, "that hurt, bitch," the sting of the words offset by Beth's smile.

"Ill be right back," Jack declared, walking out of the room.

As the door shut, Fatale said in a tone that brooked no argument, "Girls, on the couch."

"Yes ma'am," the two chorused and obeyed. Once they got settled, Fatale continued.

"Red.... Brooke, you and Jack have a difficult and tricky path to follow for the rest of your enslavement. You're a slave cunt. He's not only a dominus, but well on his way to being the deputy warden of this prison. As pretty and plush as most of the Lodge is, it's still a prison for us. By the same token, Jack is an official charged with running it. You're a collared and barcoded inmate. Whatever you two share privately, he has to be in charge and follow the rules in public. Even if the public is just your friend and an old slave cunt."

Brooke tried to keep her voice even, "Fatale, I know that but..."

"No buts. He actually let you off easy with just a shock. Never mistake that liberty for license. Especially if you have feelings for him. As I think you do."

"Feelings hell, I know my BFF. She's got it so bad that she's already mentally picking out baby names," Beth smirked.

"Beth, I have known him for less than a week. That's hardly enough time to decide that I want to have his babies." Brooke remembered her collar monitored at least sound. Even alone, she and Jack were never really private. She wondered if he had let her jealous outburst slide, it would have gotten back to his dad. Beth's response snapped her back to the conversation.

"Honey, Fatale is right, and you know it. You are feeling something and it is not just lust for his equipment."

"Wellll..."

"Girls, Jack will be back in a minute. Beth, what I said to Brooke goes for you, too. While it's good that you are so accepting of your slavery, it's not all sex and orgasms. You should never presume an invitation or ask for one like you are a free woman because you aren't. You're a slave cunt and you don't get to decide or even ask for anything."