Chapter 14
Caged Mouse
"Slow down!" Taryn chastised Owen in a motherly manner.
"Relax," Owen replied with an unimpressed smirk.
"You're going too fast on these windy roads!" Taryn urged again.
"Yes, Mother," Owen replied in a droll tone with a smirk.
"There's no need to swear!" Taryn replied in disgusted shock as she looked at Owen in disbelief.
Taryn huffed and turned away from Owen and looked out of the passenger window of the minivan as it sped down the windy country road. The trees that lined the road blended together and almost became one, but after a moment she could tell that the minivan had slowed down to a much safer speed. Still saying nothing she glanced over at Owen who wore a smirk on his face. Taryn could tell that he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. The pair shared a smile, yet no words were said, and the moment was over as quick as it began. Owen looked back to the road as Taryn looked out the side window again, and each were lost in their own thoughts.
It was Monday, the day after the confrontation with Harold at his church and the night had been a flurry of activity. A heated family discussion was had over who was going to go and see Rebecca. Everyone had a good reason as to why they should go and what had started this animated discussion was Owen's declaration that he was going up to see Rebecca alone. Family togetherness and compassion for Rebecca and her plight overruled their desire to submit to Owen and obey his every command. Owen did not blow up and lay down the law but rather respected that the issue was important to the family. Instead the family discussed the issue at length but in the end, the only way to arrive at a compromise was for everyone to go.
So here they were, Monday afternoon driving into the country with everyone pilled into the Minivan. Taryn glanced over her shoulder and saw what she expected, Karen sitting in the middle of Veronica and Rosina. All three women were asleep and all three were snuggled together in an unmistakably intimate embrace. Rosina was rested up against the window of the minivan. Karen was slumped and leaning against Rosina with her head resting on the younger woman's shoulder dangerously close to her nearest breast. Veronica was using Karen's right breast as a pillow, her mouth was open slightly and the drool was already starting to wet her mother's dress.
Taryn smiled a mischievous smile to herself as her playful side came out to play as she glanced over at her son, her Master, who was driving the minivan. Unbuckling her seatbelt she said nothing as she slid out of her seat and onto the space between the two front seats.
"Please, Master, my I worship you?" Taryn asked submissively, with a hint of lust flavouring her voice.
"Yes, Red you may," Owen replied in a commanding tone of voice with a smirk on his face.
Owen reached down between his legs and eased the seat back, before he raised the steering wheel up. Taryn took advantage of the room he had made as she moved her head in to the area of Owen's lap. As Taryn unfastened Owen's belt-buckle, Owen set the cruse control before allowing Taryn to pull his pants and underwear down. Once his pants were down around his ankles, Owen spread his legs and settled back in the seat.
Taryn moaned in satisfaction as she reached up and grasped Owen's thickening cock in her hands and marvelled at how much she still lusted after her son's cock. It was long since such thoughts sparked even the slightest hint of guilt or doubt in her mind that she was doing what she was born to do. Taryn opened up her mouth and wrapped her lips around her son's cock and felt and overwhelming sense of completion to be one with him. Taryn closed her eyes and proceeded to deep-throat her Master's cock from memory. Owen sighed and let his head flop back and enjoyed the moment, as the woman who knew how to suck his cock the best was at that very moment doing her best work yet. Owen had to snap his head back up to keep his eyes on the road, as Taryn's heavenly work still emanated glorious pleasure from his cock.
The jerking and slight weaving of the minivan brought Veronica out of her sleep, and wondering what was going on. Waking up with her cheek on her mother's breast was always a welcome sight and she smiled to herself. Veronica lifted her head up and looked at the front of the minivan and saw Taryn kneeling beside Owen's chair, and everything became apparent. Veronica chuckled to herself as she watched a mother give her son road-head.
Veronica might have felt a twinge of jealously if she hadn't been snuggled up to her own mother, with whom she has had sex with countless times. Each time they had had sex was just as special to Veronica as it was the first time. Veronica rested her head back on Karen's breast and eyed up the nipple with desire as temptation whispered to her to taste the nipple.
Veronica kissed the exposed top of her mother's breast with all the love she possessed for her mother, lover and fellow-slave. With all the desire and lust she possessed Veronica's lips never broke contact with Karen's skin as daughter kissed her way towards her mother's nipple. Karen started to stir and wake up and strangely found herself excited as pleasurable sensations drifted through her body.
Karen looked down and saw that her dress was pulled down exposing her breasts. Veronica was already latched on to her right nipple and was suckling it like she had done when she was a baby. Karen stared at her daughter and started to squirm in her seat as her lust and desire was instantly aflame. Karen looked at the image that a year ago would have scared her silly and almost pushed her into a mental breakdown the first time they actually had sex. Now she simply felt the love of family and spouse for this woman and indeed everyone in the minivan.
"Jeez, Dee-Dee, you could have any woman you want with the way you suck tits!" Karen said with pure lust as she looked into her daughter's eyes who was looking back at her as she licked circles around her right nipple.
"Right now, the only woman I want is you," Veronica replied with a slur as she continued to lightly kiss her mother's breast.
"OOOOOHH! BELLA BOOBIES!" Rosina squealed in delight as she made her awaked state known by squirming around and latching onto Karen's left nipple.
"Don't you ever get tired of that joke, Cat!" Karen groaned in reply as she settled into an upright position as the two younger women continued to suck and play on her breasts.
"I'm as tired of that joke, as I am of your titties!" Rosina said, briefly pausing her in her oral pleasing of Karen's breasts.
Karen, Rosina, and Veronica laughed as Rosina threw herself into the sucking and licking of Karen's breasts, and Karen had to surrender to the pleasurable sensations that now overwhelmed her. Karen just laid there, put her hands out to her sides and grasped the top of the bench seat.
Veronica and Rosina looked at each other and winked as they both sucked on a nipple at the same time. Breaking contact with Karen's skin at the same time both Veronica and Rosina were drawn to each other. The two younger women kissed each other with passion and love, a love that they shared for each other and everyone else in the family. When the kiss was over they winked at each other and resumed their pleasing of Karen. Rosina continued to suck, lick, tongue and caress Karen's breasts while Veronica repositioned herself between her mother's thighs, and licked her lips, before licking Karen's nether-lips.
"Ooooooooh Fuck yeah! Eat me, baby, eat me, Dee-Dee!" Karen groaned out as she snapped her head to look down at Veronica as the younger woman pushed Karen's legs further apart.
Veronica giggled to herself and she beamed with self-satisfaction and pride as she licked the length of her mother's slit. Veronica always prided herself as a woman who was an expert at drawing every morsel of pleasure out of a woman's body. Karen was a special case, however, being that she was her own mother, Veronica always took every instance to show her mother just how good sex between them was. A small part of her wanted to drive her mother to constantly lust after her, to make Karen a slave to the pleasures that only Veronica could give her. Veronica still wanted to wield some sort of power over her mother: the power of pleasure.
As Veronica suckled on Karen's clit, as if it were a third nipple, Rosina was suckling on one of Karen's real nipples. Rosina liked to watch the face of her lover for clues as to if she was doing things right or not. She liked to see, the effects of what she was doing, was she bringing them pleasure or not? Words of encouragement might sometimes lie, for the benefit of the one giving the pleasure, but the face, in the throws of passion couldn't lie. Karen's eyes were tightly closed and her face was awash with so much pleasure it was almost overwhelming, made evident by the way she squirmed and twitched.
In the time since she started living at Karen's spa Rosina had grown attached to Karen, looking at her as an Aunt or surrogate mother. In the time since Karen had submitted to Owen and become her fellow-slave, Rosina had grown to love her as a lover and spouse. The lovemaking they had shared when it was just the two of them was slow, unhurried and on an even keel, as partners, as equals; a rare thing that they both treasured, yet never vocalized.
Karen was much older than Rosina and that might put her in a position of power. Yet Rosina had been involved with Owen longer than Karen and therefore had a leg up with her "seniority" in the family. They both were submissive woman, so neither of them wanted to take control or dominate sex. Taryn and Veronica had a Dominant streak, and had a natural pull to take charge of sex, in the absence of a higher-ranking Dominant. While Karen and Rosina liked submitting during sex and never resented Taryn or Veronica for their Dominant side, the embrace of a true equal lover was a refreshing change and a made their love for each other that much stronger.
When Rosina felt a hand gently stroking her hair, she knew whose hand it was, and what the gesture signalled. Rosina looked up into Karen's eyes and found the older woman looking back at her, just as she had expected. Their connection and love was wordlessly expressed in the loving gaze that Karen gave Rosina at that moment, and it was reflected back to Karen in Rosina's eyes. With a loving smile, Karen guided Rosina's head closer to hers, Rosina licked her lips and did not resist. Their eyes never wavered from staring deep into each other's eyes as they drew closer for the much anticipated kiss.
Sparks flew as their lips first touched and their passions exploded as they kissed with and urgent need to taste each other. Karen threw her hands around Rosina and pulled her young lover into a tight embrace, as Rosina clutched Karen just as tightly. Hands roamed over each other as their bodies were pressed tightly together, trying to meld them into one entity of love and pleasure, lips never breaking contact.
Veronica didn't mind or wasn't jealous of the passionate embrace that Karen and Rosina shared but she did mind Rosina's hip bumping her head while she tried to continue to eat Karen's pussy. Deciding to make her presence known, Veronica reached between Rosina's wet thighs and started to play with Rosina's pussy. Rosina's only response was to moan her approval into Karen's mouth as those two women continued to passionately kiss.
The heat increased as Karen reached down to the bottom hem of Rosina's dress and pulled up. In one swift and well-practiced motion, Rosina was nude, still kissing Karen and her dress was carelessly discarded somewhere in the minivan. The touch of hot, nude female flesh pressed up against each other was an exquisite feeling that both Karen and Rosina enjoyed for a moment before Karen grasped Rosina's torso and lifted. Knowing what her lover wanted, Rosina scooted up so that her breasts were eyelevel with Karen. Karen moaned in desire as she stared at the breasts displayed before her with pure lust.
"Hello my beauties, mommy's missed you!" Karen said in a low, barely audible, husky tone of voice before she attacked Rosina's breasts with passion, intensity and hunger.
For a moment three sets of lips spoke their love and desire without words as the three women made love to each other. Veronica ate her mother's pussy and was happy to do it, drawn there by her lust for the woman and the sweet taste of victory, encapsulated in her mother's pussy juice. Karen made love to Rosina's breasts with the hungry passion, true desire and fixation she had for the younger woman's body and the kinship they shared. Rosina could only stand there, waver, squeak, moan and groan her desire. As two women made love to her at the same time, Karen sucked on her breasts while Veronica finger-fucked her pussy.
Somewhere, lost in all this passion was the fact that Owen had indeed cum not once but twice. Two times Taryn happily suckled the nectar of life from Owen's cock, pausing for a moment between the two blowjobs she had given him. Taryn had developed a habit to swallow some of Owen's cum almost daily and her hunger for his cum had grown to the point of addition. Taryn didn't merely want Owen's cum, she needed it! She needed it so badly that if she went more than three days without it she started to suffer withdrawal.
Owen looked down at Taryn who was licking his cock clean after the second time he had cum and his cock was too sensitive for touch right now. With a pat on her head, Owen signalled for Taryn to stop sucking his cock. Taryn simply rested her head on his lap and looked up at him with eyes of love and devotion, content to be in his presence. They shared a look that expressed their genuine love and were happy in the knowledge that their bond was the deepest because they were the first. They were the first of the family to hook up, Taryn saw herself as a pioneer of sorts as she had the vision and courage to explore this relationship, and was proud of all the good that had resulted. She loved her fellow-slaves as the lovers, spouses and family members that they were, but her love and devotion to Owen was borderline worship.
Drawing Owen and Taryn out of their private moment was two women screaming though orgasm, clutching each other for deal life. Karen almost suffocated in the breasts she desired most as Veronica mercilessly continued to eat Karen's pussy from one orgasm to another. Rosina bumped her head on the roof a few times as she thrashed about on the captive hand that still somehow thrust repeated into her pussy, driving her mad with passion and desire.
Taryn watched Karen and Rosina orgasm, and the way they moved created the illusion that they were indeed one entity of love and pleasure, sharing the same orgasm. Bodies can only take so much pleasure, however, before they lifelessly give out. Once it was over Karen and Rosina slumped together as they breathed heavy, trying to recover.
Veronica paused in her licking Karen's pussy clean when she felt the sensation of being watched. Veronica turned and looked over her shoulder as she withdrew her slick hand from between Rosina's legs. Veronica smiled a seductive smile at Taryn as she brought her hand slick with Taryn's own daughter's juices and started to lick them clean with long, slow sensuous licks. After two licks extended the hand to Taryn, offering the mother a taste her own daughter's juices.
The effect on Taryn was evident as her face filled with lust, yet knowing her place she looked up at Owen who continued to drive the minivan, now completely nude from the waist down. Owen glanced in the rear view mirror and then over at Taryn's imploring look as he chuckled.
"Sure Red, go play," Owen said with a light-hearted laugh.
"Thank you, Master!" Taryn said with an expression and tone which beamed with gratitude.
Taryn didn't need to be told twice and in a flash she had closed the distance between herself and the slick hand. Taryn licked Veronica's hand clean and Veronica also started to lick that same hand clean of Rosina's juices. Once the hand was clean, Veronica lowered it and the two women stared at each other, just inches apart. Taryn reached up, grasped Veronica's head firmly and directed the woman's head so she could lick Karen's pussy juices now smeared all over the young woman's cheeks. When Veronica's face was clean, Taryn pulled Veronica in for a passionate kiss which drew Veronica's passion and sexual tension built up over the past while out.
Karen and Rosina cuddled and held each other, lovingly enjoying the bliss of afterglow from the explosive orgasms that they had just shared. Both Karen and Rosina genuinely wanted Veronica to experience some pleasure, because of their love for her and because of the pleasure she had given them.
Taryn lifted her dress up and off of her body and three women's eyes were fixed on their Mistress's body, trying to get a peek of her now nude treasures. Veronica moaned in lustful hunger as she paused, drew back to drink in the delightful sight of Taryn's body.
"Oh, Mistress, may I PLEASE worship your tits!" Veronica said in a submissive, reverent, yet lustful tone of voice, speaking directly to Taryn's breasts as she strained not to lean forward without permission.
"Give us some space, into the back with the two of you!" Taryn commanded as she glanced up to Karen and Rosina.
"Yes, Mistress!" Karen and Rosina replied in unison, trying hard not to sound too excited at the prospect of some private time together.
Without another word, Karen and Rosina climbed over the bench seat and into the back bench seat of the minivan. Once there they laid down beside one another, with Karen against the back of the seat and Rosina pressed up against her. They looked at each other with all the love they felt for each other and their world shrunk down to the two of them in that back seat. Rosina leaned in and Karen met her half way for the beginning of the soft, slow and romantic kiss, the first of many they shared that day.
As soon as Karen and Rosina had vacated the bench seat, Taryn moved up to sit on it and looked down at Veronica with a self-satisfied smile. Taryn could see the desperate desire on the face of the young woman, who dutifully restrained herself from touching Taryn's body without permission.
Taryn felt a connection and kinship with Veronica that she didn't share with anyone else in the family. They both were Slaves of Owen, but they also had a Dominant side, something that she didn't share with Karen and Rosina. Taryn looked on Veronica as a daughter of sorts, a younger image of herself and it was this that was the foundation of their special bond. Taryn wanted to nurture and develop Veronica's Dominant side and had given her some pointers and training as they practiced on Karen and Rosina.
The added kick, what Taryn had not admitted to anyone, especially to Veronica was the fact that in this case, she was dominating a Dominant woman. That made anytime she spent with Veronica that much more exciting and hot. Just knowing that this woman kneeling before her, eagerly desiring to serve and please her in anyway Taryn wanted was enough to make her pussy wet. Taryn looked down at Veronica and said nothing to Veronica for an excruciatingly long few seconds.
"Do you now?" Taryn replied with a cocky grin on her face as she looked down at Veronica who remained kneeling in the proper submissive position, looking down.
"Yes, Mistress Red, more than anything," Veronica said with a slightly hurt tone of voice.
"What are you?" Taryn asked in a firm tone of voice as she looked down at the bowed head of Veronica.
"A faithful Slave of Master," Veronica replied in a humble and submissive tone of voice.
"Then why do you kneel before me? Why do you serve me?" Taryn asked in a firm, yet husky tone of voice, as she rubbed her thighs together.
"Because Master has placed you in authority over me. He has made you his Mistress, to have power over all his Slaves. It is therefore my duty to serve you, and while I happily obey any commands Master gives me, I also serve you because I want to . . . I need to serve you Mistress," Veronica replied with her head bowed yet her tone of voice conveyed her conviction.
"Why do you need to serve me?" Taryn replied in a husky tone of voice that she strained to keep firm and commanding as she tried to pleasure her pussy by squeezing her thighs together.
Veronica lifted her head and looked right into Taryn's eyes as she spoke with love and conviction. "I need to serve you, Mistress because I have learned so much from you. You have taught me how to be both a good and faithful Slave, and how to be a good Mistress. Without you, I don't know how I would have been able to resolve the conflict between my Submissive and Dominant sides. I need to serve you, Mistress because I love you!"
"Then put that tongue of yours to good use and worship your Mistress!" Taryn said as she threw her legs apart and scooted her rump forward, putting her pussy lewdly on display.
"Gladly, Mistress!" Veronica replied as she lunged forward and buried her face between Taryn's legs.
Veronica licked at Taryn's already drenching pussy and giggled to herself at the evidence, literally on her tongue, that Taryn wanted her as much as she wanted Taryn. Taryn looked down and saw Veronica lapping at her pussy with her eyes closed, and still doing an expert job of licking pussy. Taryn marvelled at how intimately the young woman knew the most intimate region of a woman's body. In the few short seconds of Veronica's pussy-licking Taryn's whole body ached for the young woman and her body started to twitch from the intense pleasure stirred up.
As the Minivan turned off the main road and onto the private road all four women seemed to notice the considerable change in speed and looked up from their respective places in the minivan. Heads popped up from opposite ends of both bench seats. The flush, pussy-juice smeared faces of all four women made evident that they had all been sixty-nineing.
"Are we there already?" Rosina asked as she looked out of the nearest window.
"We've just turned onto the driveway. You might want to make yourselves presentable," Owen laughed as he looked at a pair of nuns leisurely walking down a path near the side of the driveway.
"Are you saying you don't like the way we look?" Veronica teased in a laughing manner as she thrust her chest out and held an obviously fake pout.
"I like you just the way you are!" Taryn replied with a laugh as she leaned in and started to suck on Veronica's tits.
"The nuns might not agree with you," Owen replied with a laugh as he smiled at another passing pair of nuns.
"Yeah, true," Taryn replied in a slightly melancholy manner. "Let's get cleaned up," Taryn said over her shoulder to the other women in the minivan. "And you might want to put your pants on, Master," she added to Owen with a smirk on her face.
By the time Owen pulled into a visitor's parking space in front of the main entrance to "St Majella's Home For Troubled Women," everyone was presentable. All four women were dressed in their dresses yet they reluctantly replaced their Slave-Collars with the short gold chain necklaces they wore in their place. The women had grown so accustomed to having something snugly fastened around their necks that they always wore either their Slave Collars or the matching gold chain necklaces.
As they passed through the doors of the cold stone institution, they walked in their usual order: Owen at front, Taryn and Karen behind him and Rosina and Veronica behind them. Upon immediately entering the main entrance the group walked up a wide, half-flight of stairs to what seemed to be an elevated main floor. Once up on this level there was a large, oak, reception desk and seated at this desk was a nun who was very old and looked long past retirement age.
"Hello, I'm here to visit a friend of mine, Rebecca Moore," Owen said in a pleasant and polite tone of voice to the old nun seated at the desk who seemed to ignore Owen's presence.
"That's nice. Who are you, dear?" the old nun replied as she continued to slowly tap away at the ancient computer before her.
"Owen," Owen replied calmly, wearing a smile on his face that tried to hide his frustration.
"Who did you wish to see, Opie?" the old nun said as she finally turned her attention to look at Owen.
"Rebecca Moore, and my name is Owen," Owen replied with a strained calm that was only betrayed the slight twitching of his left eye.
"Sister Clarice, do you have a moment, dear," the old nun said over her shoulder to a group of nuns working in an office behind her.
"Yes, Sister Greta," a young, thin looking nun said as she approached the old nun.
The nun approaching the front desk looked to be too young to be a nun, yet she did have the pure and innocent look that one would expect from a nun. It was impossible to tell from the nun's habit she wore, but she looked to be quite thin and small, appearing to only come up to Owen's shoulder. Her smile and angelic face was her most charming and disarming qualities. "Oscar, here wants to visit your friend in room two forty-three," Sister Greta, the old nun, said to the young, Sister Clarice.
"Oh, how lovely! She doesn't usually get visitors, I'm sure you will make her day!" Sister Greta said with a bright smile as she turned to walk out from behind the desk. "Follow me," she added as she walked towards a nearby large set of stars which lead to the second floor, and there was a noticeable sway to her hips as she walked.
"Thank you," Taryn said to Sister Greta before she turned to follow after Sister Clarice and Owen. "After you, Opie!" Taryn said with a giggle in Owen's ear and Owen only scowled in reply.
"So how do you know Rebecca, Opie?" Sister Clarice asked as she opened the door to the hallway on the second floor.
"I am a friend of hers, and my name is Owen," Owen said in a thinly disguised, frustrated tone of voice.
"I'll tell you a secret, Owen, I heard your name right the first time, and so did Sister Greta. She just likes to have a bit of harmless fun now and again." Sister Clarice said with a light chuckle, as she turned back to Owen and put her delicate hand on his arm.
"I see," Owen said with a laugh and shake of his head.
Owen and the rest of the family walked down the hallway, following Sister Clarice, watching the doors, counting up until reaching the right one.
"Rebecca, you have a visitor," Sister Clarice said as she turned and walked into room two forty-three.
For Rebecca time slowed to a crawl and almost stopped altogether as Owen walked into her room. Rebecca was sure that her mind had finally snapped and she was now hallucinating during the day rather than just dreaming of her Sir at night. All the sleepless nights and nightmares had worn away at her shattered psyche until her mind couldn't take any more; Rebecca was sure of it. Rebecca looked at Owen and screamed out the terror that had filled her heart in the few short seconds that Owen had filled her vision. Rebecca was startled at the crowd of people who rushed to her side and screamed again as Sister Clarice, Owen and the rest of the family rushed to calm the now hysterical Rebecca. Everyone tried to calm Rebecca down but since they all talked at once, all Rebecca heard was a wall of noise and all she saw was a jumble of faces. One word and one face cut through the din and confusion, however.
"Mouse, it's me!" Owen said as he held Rebecca's face and made her look at him.
"Sir?" Rebecca, said in confusion as she stared, dumbfounded into Owen's eyes.
"Yes, it's me. I came as soon as I heard," Owen said with a calming tone of voice as he smiled at Rebecca.
"H . . . How did you find me?" Rebecca stammered, her mind still a jumble of conflicting feelings and emotions. "I . . . I never told you . . ." she added but felt silent, pausing to relax into Owen's embrace.
"Harold told me," Owen said with a smirk on his face as Rebecca just looked at Owen with a shocked and confused expression.
"It seems you gave her quite a start, but she's better now," Sister Clarice said with a nervous tone that she attempted to lighten. "I'll leave you, but try not to excite her, any more," she added as she stood up, glancing back and forth between Owen and Rebecca with a knowing look in her eye.
"I am sorry about that, but it was quite a shock, to see him," Rebecca said to Sister Clarice in an embarrassed tone of voice.
"I understand," Sister Clarice said with a calming smile before briskly leaving the room.
"What are you doing here?" Rebecca asked Owen as the door closed behind Sister Clarice.
"I could ask you the same question," Owen said as he put his hand on Rebecca's pregnant gut.
"I . . . I . . ." Rebecca stammered, not knowing how to answer the question.
"Harold told us about the divorce, and about your pregnancy, but I want to hear what happened . . . from you," Owen said in a calming tone of voice as he continued to embrace Rebecca.
Taryn, Karen, Rosina and Veronica all found places to sit around the room and looked at Rebecca expectantly. Rebecca was about to talk but looked around the seemingly full room for so intimate a conversation. She just looked at Karen and Veronica and then to Owen with a puzzled and disapproving look on her face.
"They're family," Owen assured as he squeezed Rebecca in a calming manner.
"All of them?" Rebecca asked as she looked at Karen and Veronica.
"Yes," Owen replied with a confident smile.
"I can understand how uncomfortable you are, given that you don't know all of us. Why don't we go first and tell you how things have changed in our lives since we have seen you last. Then perhaps you will feel comfortable enough to tell us about what has happened to you." Taryn said with a warm and understanding tone of voice, and in response, Rebecca only nodded.
What followed was a brief description of how Veronica and Karen joined Taryn and Rosina in being Slaves to Owen, as well as how the new family formed. Rebecca said nothing while everyone talked, and just listened intently. When the talk was over Rebecca had a shocked and disturbed expression on her face as she looked slowly around the room and then up into Owen's face and shook her head.
"You haven't changed at all!" Rebecca said with a shocked tone of voice as she moved away from Owen. "In fact you've gotten worse! Not only have you twisted your own family with your sickness, now you've gone and infected others and dragged them down into your pit of perversion!" Rebecca said as she struggled to get up and briskly walk across the room but needed Owen's help to get all the way up.
"You didn't have a problem with it when we were together! You called me for help, remember? I came as soon as I heard! I am here to help you, so why don't you tell me what you're doing in this place," Owen said as he stood up to square off against Rebecca.
Rebecca opened her mouth to scream at Owen to get out but those words died on her tongue when she looked into Owen's eyes. As hard as she wanted push Owen out of her room and out of her life, she couldn't muster the strength to do so. She was still disturbed with Owen's incestuous relationship with his mother and sister and now that he had caused a mother and her daughter to join them in a larger incestuous relationship. The pull Rebecca felt towards Owen was still strong and now that she was all alone in the world, without a husband or any family to cling to, that pull was stronger than ever. Owen's powerful presence and strong arms looked oh so good to a submissive woman who faced the cold hard world on her own.
Owen's question reminded her of just why Rebecca was in this cold, institution, she was here to get help to rid herself of the dark urges which had brought them together in the first place. Rebecca still wanted to be a good, upstanding, Christian woman and finally close the chapter on this nightmarish part of her life which had only brought her pain. Yet even as this thought entered her brain she knew that her submissive side had not only brought her pain. She remembered fondly her time serving her Sir and the child growing in her belly could not be blamed for how it was created. Part of her wanted to kneel at his feet and give herself to him completely; let him decide what was best for her. Yet the religious part of her knew that she had to push such thoughts out of her mind, for the sake of her child, she swore to be a good and wholesome mother.
"I am here because I need help, I need to be a good person again, I need to get rid of these sinful urges, so I can make a good life for me and my child," Rebecca replied in a hurt tone of voice which wavered with shame.
"Whose child is it, anyways?" Owen asked in a confident tone of voice as he leaned in.
"H . . . Harold's" Rebecca lied with an obviously uncomfortable air about her, her gaze darted to the other side of the room.
"Harold told us that the child wasn't his; so let's try again, whose child is it?" Owen asked again in a firmer tone of voice.
"Yours," Rebecca said as she buried her head in her hands and started to cry as she sank down into the nearest chair. Veronica happened to be sitting in that chair at the moment and had to vacate it quickly to get out of the way of the descending, distraught, pregnant woman.
"Mouse, let me take care of you, both of you, like I should, like I want to," Owen said in a loving tone of voice as he kneeled down beside Rebecca and wrapped his arm around her.
"NO!" Rebecca said as she shoved Owen hard to get him away from her. "Will you please leave me alone! If not for me, then for the sake of our child! Stay away from me and let me raise this child right! This child is all I have left in the world. Please keep your sickness far away from us!" Rebecca said in amongst sobbing before she broke down into tears.
Owen felt as if he had been kicked in the gut and sat back and stared blankly at Rebecca, who cried and barely noticed the comforting embrace of Veronica. Rosina and Karen hugged Owen as a show of support while Taryn moved over to kneel in front of Rebecca and embrace her. When their eyes met, neither woman knew what Rebecca was going to do, but after a moment, the sincere, empathetic expression won the sobbing woman over. Rebecca threw her arms around Taryn and sobbed harder into the woman's embrace.
"Give us a moment, please, Master," Taryn said to Owen with a soft tone of voice.
"Sure, I'll just go for a bit of a walk," Owen said as he got up and walked calmly out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Rebecca cried on Taryn's shoulder and all of the tension, frustration, fear, anger and confusion that had built up in her over the past few months came flooding out of her. Rebecca was so consumed by her own pain and tears that she didn't notice that, at that moment four women surrounded her and hugged her. For a woman who felt all alone in the world she failed to grasp that four women were, at that very moment, giving her what she had missed and desperately needed: love and understanding. It was a short while later that Rebecca started to slowly calm down and come back to her senses.
"Now that you've had a good cry, do you feel better? I know I always do," Taryn said in an understanding tone of voice as she wiped the tears from Rebecca's cheeks.
"Yes, actually," Rebecca replied with a chuckle.
"Good, why don't you tell us what happened with Harold?" Taryn asked calmly as she still smiled warmly into Rebecca's eyes.
"When I first found out that I was pregnant, I knew it was Sir's child. Harold had a Vasectomy after our last child was born, but I was able to convince him that it was a miracle, that God had blessed us with another child. For a while this child brought us closer together and everything was fine," Rebecca said with a calm tone of voice but bowed her head and fell silent.
"You did what you had to do, you were trying to save your marriage, quite understandable," Taryn said with a reassuring tone of voice.
"After Harold had his annual physical, our doctor told him that he still could not father children . . . he came home and exploded. I told him everything, about the dark urges, going to Heather's, Sir, the child . . . everything. I had hoped that he would understand and forgive me . . ." Rebecca's words trailed off and she sobbed a few sobs as the same of the moment came back to her.
"There, there, you did the right thing," Karen said as she squeezed Rebecca, in a show of support.
"It didn't do me any good. His reaction went from bad to worse. He threatened to divorce me right then and there. I begged him not to give up on me, that I was a different woman that I had changed. For a week we tried to make things work but he told me that he couldn't look at me, carrying another man's child, which only reminded him of my sin and betrayal. He made me come here, to rid myself of my dark urges, have the child and put it up for adoption. He told me that after I did all that, then he would take me back. A month after coming here, Harold told me he couldn't stand to be with me, and he put some divorce papers in front of me and he told me to sign them . . . I did," Rebecca said in a morose tone of voice.
"What did he leave you with? What about the kids, when do you see them next?" Taryn asked with a concerned tone of voice.
"He took everything, he even took full custody of the kids," Rebecca said solemnly, looking glum and depressed.
"That's not right! He took advantage of your emotional state, we can get them back!" Karen urged with an insistent tone of voice.
"No, Its for the best," Rebecca replied glumly. "They're better off without me, I'm sick and diseased," Rebecca said and hung her head in shame and sobbed a few sobs.
"No, you're not!" Taryn said firmly, looking directly into Rebecca's eyes as she spoke.
"You don't understand. I still have the urges! I still miss him! I still need him!" Rebecca cried in shame and buried her head on Taryn's shoulder as she cried out her tears and frustration.
"It's natural to still love an ex-husband. Even after Tony left me, I still missed him for quite some time. It will pass in time, there's nothing wrong with you, it's natural," Karen reassured Rebecca as she rubbed the woman's back in a soothing manner.
"No! Not him . . . I . . . I miss . . . Sir," Rebecca said in a low, meek and utterly embarrassed tone of voice.
"He misses you too," Taryn replied in a comforting tone of voice after a moment of pause.
"I can't be with him! I can't give in to those urges! It isn't right, it isn't normal!" Rebecca strenuously protested as she glared defiantly at Taryn.
"You're right . . . it isn't 'Normal.' Our family isn't 'Normal.' The four of us are Slaves to the same loving, caring, wonderful Master. We serve, love, and take care of him and he guides, loves and takes care of us. We all love each other and look out for each other. It may not be 'Normal,' and it may not be for everyone, but I have never felt so loved in all my life, I wouldn't change anything for the world," Karen said with a confident, considered and loving tone of voice as she looked into Rebecca's troubled eyes. "What difference does 'Normal' make, if you can be loved for who you are?" she added and paused to let her words sink in.
"Think of your children! They will be horribly scared and deranged, if you raise them in this environment!" Rebecca rebutted as she glance between Taryn and Karen.
"That's not true! How can children be anything but wonderful if they are raised in an environment which is built on an, and surrounded by love! Dee-Dee and I are not 'scared and deranged!' Sure, we love and care for blood relatives in a way that most people consider 'Not Normal' but we still know what is right and wrong and we are not twisted! We are loved, and have a very firm family bond now. This is a tighter and more loving family than I have ever known and I would love to raise children in our family," Rosina said with a passionate tone of voice as she looked at Rebecca with an unwavering gaze.
"That's all well and good for you, but I don't know if I could handle it. I have nowhere to go. I belong here until I am healed," Rebecca said with a subdued tone of voice, as she looked down.
"You belong at home with us! You are having Master's child, let us take care of you!" Taryn said in a warm and imploring tone of voice.
"No, I couldn't!" Rebecca replied with a waver in her voice and a tear in her eye.
"Do you really want to have your child, alone in this cold place, or at home, surrounded by family?" Karen asked in an urging tone of voice.
"I have no family," Rebecca said sadly.
"Yes you do . . . if you want one," Taryn said and all four women hugged Rebecca tighter and moved their heads in so she couldn't put her head down.
"I just don't know. What you say sounds wonderful, I just don't know it's for me," Rebecca said with a worried tone of voice before she sighed, "But I really don't like it here and I must admit that the urges haven't diminished since I have gotten here," Rebecca admits with a troubled tone of voice with a slight smile on her face.
"You don't have to decide anything right now, just come home with us and let us take care of you. It's the least I can do," Owen said and five pairs of eyes snapped to look at him closing the door behind him.
"I . . . I really don't know," Rebecca says with wet eyes of fear and trepidation as she looked at Owen.
"Your future is still yours to decide. Come and stay with us with no strings or expectations. You will be a guest in our home. You can stay as long as briefly as you want . . . it is up to you," Owen said in a confident and loving tone of voice as he smiled a charming smile at Rebecca.
"Really? You won't make me d . . . do things for you?" Rebecca asked with a dubious tone of voice.
"I promise. It is time for me to take care of you. Trust me, Mouse. Come home," Owen said as he opened up his arms to Rebecca and her heart fluttered.
For the first time in quite some time, she felt loved, wanted and accepted. Owen didn't want her to change or expected anything from her; he just wanted to take care of her. Rebecca started to struggle to her feet but this time it was remarkably easy, with the help of four women who surrounded her. Rebecca walked towards Owen and once his arms surrounded her, all her worries drifted away. She was in her Sir's arms once more and she couldn't help but feel anything but loved and cared for.
"Thank you, Sir," Rebecca said with a relieved tone of voice as a tear left her cheek and disappeared into Owen's shirt.
"Relax," Owen replied with an unimpressed smirk.
"You're going too fast on these windy roads!" Taryn urged again.
"Yes, Mother," Owen replied in a droll tone with a smirk.
"There's no need to swear!" Taryn replied in disgusted shock as she looked at Owen in disbelief.
Taryn huffed and turned away from Owen and looked out of the passenger window of the minivan as it sped down the windy country road. The trees that lined the road blended together and almost became one, but after a moment she could tell that the minivan had slowed down to a much safer speed. Still saying nothing she glanced over at Owen who wore a smirk on his face. Taryn could tell that he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. The pair shared a smile, yet no words were said, and the moment was over as quick as it began. Owen looked back to the road as Taryn looked out the side window again, and each were lost in their own thoughts.
It was Monday, the day after the confrontation with Harold at his church and the night had been a flurry of activity. A heated family discussion was had over who was going to go and see Rebecca. Everyone had a good reason as to why they should go and what had started this animated discussion was Owen's declaration that he was going up to see Rebecca alone. Family togetherness and compassion for Rebecca and her plight overruled their desire to submit to Owen and obey his every command. Owen did not blow up and lay down the law but rather respected that the issue was important to the family. Instead the family discussed the issue at length but in the end, the only way to arrive at a compromise was for everyone to go.
So here they were, Monday afternoon driving into the country with everyone pilled into the Minivan. Taryn glanced over her shoulder and saw what she expected, Karen sitting in the middle of Veronica and Rosina. All three women were asleep and all three were snuggled together in an unmistakably intimate embrace. Rosina was rested up against the window of the minivan. Karen was slumped and leaning against Rosina with her head resting on the younger woman's shoulder dangerously close to her nearest breast. Veronica was using Karen's right breast as a pillow, her mouth was open slightly and the drool was already starting to wet her mother's dress.
Taryn smiled a mischievous smile to herself as her playful side came out to play as she glanced over at her son, her Master, who was driving the minivan. Unbuckling her seatbelt she said nothing as she slid out of her seat and onto the space between the two front seats.
"Please, Master, my I worship you?" Taryn asked submissively, with a hint of lust flavouring her voice.
"Yes, Red you may," Owen replied in a commanding tone of voice with a smirk on his face.
Owen reached down between his legs and eased the seat back, before he raised the steering wheel up. Taryn took advantage of the room he had made as she moved her head in to the area of Owen's lap. As Taryn unfastened Owen's belt-buckle, Owen set the cruse control before allowing Taryn to pull his pants and underwear down. Once his pants were down around his ankles, Owen spread his legs and settled back in the seat.
Taryn moaned in satisfaction as she reached up and grasped Owen's thickening cock in her hands and marvelled at how much she still lusted after her son's cock. It was long since such thoughts sparked even the slightest hint of guilt or doubt in her mind that she was doing what she was born to do. Taryn opened up her mouth and wrapped her lips around her son's cock and felt and overwhelming sense of completion to be one with him. Taryn closed her eyes and proceeded to deep-throat her Master's cock from memory. Owen sighed and let his head flop back and enjoyed the moment, as the woman who knew how to suck his cock the best was at that very moment doing her best work yet. Owen had to snap his head back up to keep his eyes on the road, as Taryn's heavenly work still emanated glorious pleasure from his cock.
The jerking and slight weaving of the minivan brought Veronica out of her sleep, and wondering what was going on. Waking up with her cheek on her mother's breast was always a welcome sight and she smiled to herself. Veronica lifted her head up and looked at the front of the minivan and saw Taryn kneeling beside Owen's chair, and everything became apparent. Veronica chuckled to herself as she watched a mother give her son road-head.
Veronica might have felt a twinge of jealously if she hadn't been snuggled up to her own mother, with whom she has had sex with countless times. Each time they had had sex was just as special to Veronica as it was the first time. Veronica rested her head back on Karen's breast and eyed up the nipple with desire as temptation whispered to her to taste the nipple.
Veronica kissed the exposed top of her mother's breast with all the love she possessed for her mother, lover and fellow-slave. With all the desire and lust she possessed Veronica's lips never broke contact with Karen's skin as daughter kissed her way towards her mother's nipple. Karen started to stir and wake up and strangely found herself excited as pleasurable sensations drifted through her body.
Karen looked down and saw that her dress was pulled down exposing her breasts. Veronica was already latched on to her right nipple and was suckling it like she had done when she was a baby. Karen stared at her daughter and started to squirm in her seat as her lust and desire was instantly aflame. Karen looked at the image that a year ago would have scared her silly and almost pushed her into a mental breakdown the first time they actually had sex. Now she simply felt the love of family and spouse for this woman and indeed everyone in the minivan.
"Jeez, Dee-Dee, you could have any woman you want with the way you suck tits!" Karen said with pure lust as she looked into her daughter's eyes who was looking back at her as she licked circles around her right nipple.
"Right now, the only woman I want is you," Veronica replied with a slur as she continued to lightly kiss her mother's breast.
"OOOOOHH! BELLA BOOBIES!" Rosina squealed in delight as she made her awaked state known by squirming around and latching onto Karen's left nipple.
"Don't you ever get tired of that joke, Cat!" Karen groaned in reply as she settled into an upright position as the two younger women continued to suck and play on her breasts.
"I'm as tired of that joke, as I am of your titties!" Rosina said, briefly pausing her in her oral pleasing of Karen's breasts.
Karen, Rosina, and Veronica laughed as Rosina threw herself into the sucking and licking of Karen's breasts, and Karen had to surrender to the pleasurable sensations that now overwhelmed her. Karen just laid there, put her hands out to her sides and grasped the top of the bench seat.
Veronica and Rosina looked at each other and winked as they both sucked on a nipple at the same time. Breaking contact with Karen's skin at the same time both Veronica and Rosina were drawn to each other. The two younger women kissed each other with passion and love, a love that they shared for each other and everyone else in the family. When the kiss was over they winked at each other and resumed their pleasing of Karen. Rosina continued to suck, lick, tongue and caress Karen's breasts while Veronica repositioned herself between her mother's thighs, and licked her lips, before licking Karen's nether-lips.
"Ooooooooh Fuck yeah! Eat me, baby, eat me, Dee-Dee!" Karen groaned out as she snapped her head to look down at Veronica as the younger woman pushed Karen's legs further apart.
Veronica giggled to herself and she beamed with self-satisfaction and pride as she licked the length of her mother's slit. Veronica always prided herself as a woman who was an expert at drawing every morsel of pleasure out of a woman's body. Karen was a special case, however, being that she was her own mother, Veronica always took every instance to show her mother just how good sex between them was. A small part of her wanted to drive her mother to constantly lust after her, to make Karen a slave to the pleasures that only Veronica could give her. Veronica still wanted to wield some sort of power over her mother: the power of pleasure.
As Veronica suckled on Karen's clit, as if it were a third nipple, Rosina was suckling on one of Karen's real nipples. Rosina liked to watch the face of her lover for clues as to if she was doing things right or not. She liked to see, the effects of what she was doing, was she bringing them pleasure or not? Words of encouragement might sometimes lie, for the benefit of the one giving the pleasure, but the face, in the throws of passion couldn't lie. Karen's eyes were tightly closed and her face was awash with so much pleasure it was almost overwhelming, made evident by the way she squirmed and twitched.
In the time since she started living at Karen's spa Rosina had grown attached to Karen, looking at her as an Aunt or surrogate mother. In the time since Karen had submitted to Owen and become her fellow-slave, Rosina had grown to love her as a lover and spouse. The lovemaking they had shared when it was just the two of them was slow, unhurried and on an even keel, as partners, as equals; a rare thing that they both treasured, yet never vocalized.
Karen was much older than Rosina and that might put her in a position of power. Yet Rosina had been involved with Owen longer than Karen and therefore had a leg up with her "seniority" in the family. They both were submissive woman, so neither of them wanted to take control or dominate sex. Taryn and Veronica had a Dominant streak, and had a natural pull to take charge of sex, in the absence of a higher-ranking Dominant. While Karen and Rosina liked submitting during sex and never resented Taryn or Veronica for their Dominant side, the embrace of a true equal lover was a refreshing change and a made their love for each other that much stronger.
When Rosina felt a hand gently stroking her hair, she knew whose hand it was, and what the gesture signalled. Rosina looked up into Karen's eyes and found the older woman looking back at her, just as she had expected. Their connection and love was wordlessly expressed in the loving gaze that Karen gave Rosina at that moment, and it was reflected back to Karen in Rosina's eyes. With a loving smile, Karen guided Rosina's head closer to hers, Rosina licked her lips and did not resist. Their eyes never wavered from staring deep into each other's eyes as they drew closer for the much anticipated kiss.
Sparks flew as their lips first touched and their passions exploded as they kissed with and urgent need to taste each other. Karen threw her hands around Rosina and pulled her young lover into a tight embrace, as Rosina clutched Karen just as tightly. Hands roamed over each other as their bodies were pressed tightly together, trying to meld them into one entity of love and pleasure, lips never breaking contact.
Veronica didn't mind or wasn't jealous of the passionate embrace that Karen and Rosina shared but she did mind Rosina's hip bumping her head while she tried to continue to eat Karen's pussy. Deciding to make her presence known, Veronica reached between Rosina's wet thighs and started to play with Rosina's pussy. Rosina's only response was to moan her approval into Karen's mouth as those two women continued to passionately kiss.
The heat increased as Karen reached down to the bottom hem of Rosina's dress and pulled up. In one swift and well-practiced motion, Rosina was nude, still kissing Karen and her dress was carelessly discarded somewhere in the minivan. The touch of hot, nude female flesh pressed up against each other was an exquisite feeling that both Karen and Rosina enjoyed for a moment before Karen grasped Rosina's torso and lifted. Knowing what her lover wanted, Rosina scooted up so that her breasts were eyelevel with Karen. Karen moaned in desire as she stared at the breasts displayed before her with pure lust.
"Hello my beauties, mommy's missed you!" Karen said in a low, barely audible, husky tone of voice before she attacked Rosina's breasts with passion, intensity and hunger.
For a moment three sets of lips spoke their love and desire without words as the three women made love to each other. Veronica ate her mother's pussy and was happy to do it, drawn there by her lust for the woman and the sweet taste of victory, encapsulated in her mother's pussy juice. Karen made love to Rosina's breasts with the hungry passion, true desire and fixation she had for the younger woman's body and the kinship they shared. Rosina could only stand there, waver, squeak, moan and groan her desire. As two women made love to her at the same time, Karen sucked on her breasts while Veronica finger-fucked her pussy.
Somewhere, lost in all this passion was the fact that Owen had indeed cum not once but twice. Two times Taryn happily suckled the nectar of life from Owen's cock, pausing for a moment between the two blowjobs she had given him. Taryn had developed a habit to swallow some of Owen's cum almost daily and her hunger for his cum had grown to the point of addition. Taryn didn't merely want Owen's cum, she needed it! She needed it so badly that if she went more than three days without it she started to suffer withdrawal.
Owen looked down at Taryn who was licking his cock clean after the second time he had cum and his cock was too sensitive for touch right now. With a pat on her head, Owen signalled for Taryn to stop sucking his cock. Taryn simply rested her head on his lap and looked up at him with eyes of love and devotion, content to be in his presence. They shared a look that expressed their genuine love and were happy in the knowledge that their bond was the deepest because they were the first. They were the first of the family to hook up, Taryn saw herself as a pioneer of sorts as she had the vision and courage to explore this relationship, and was proud of all the good that had resulted. She loved her fellow-slaves as the lovers, spouses and family members that they were, but her love and devotion to Owen was borderline worship.
Drawing Owen and Taryn out of their private moment was two women screaming though orgasm, clutching each other for deal life. Karen almost suffocated in the breasts she desired most as Veronica mercilessly continued to eat Karen's pussy from one orgasm to another. Rosina bumped her head on the roof a few times as she thrashed about on the captive hand that still somehow thrust repeated into her pussy, driving her mad with passion and desire.
Taryn watched Karen and Rosina orgasm, and the way they moved created the illusion that they were indeed one entity of love and pleasure, sharing the same orgasm. Bodies can only take so much pleasure, however, before they lifelessly give out. Once it was over Karen and Rosina slumped together as they breathed heavy, trying to recover.
Veronica paused in her licking Karen's pussy clean when she felt the sensation of being watched. Veronica turned and looked over her shoulder as she withdrew her slick hand from between Rosina's legs. Veronica smiled a seductive smile at Taryn as she brought her hand slick with Taryn's own daughter's juices and started to lick them clean with long, slow sensuous licks. After two licks extended the hand to Taryn, offering the mother a taste her own daughter's juices.
The effect on Taryn was evident as her face filled with lust, yet knowing her place she looked up at Owen who continued to drive the minivan, now completely nude from the waist down. Owen glanced in the rear view mirror and then over at Taryn's imploring look as he chuckled.
"Sure Red, go play," Owen said with a light-hearted laugh.
"Thank you, Master!" Taryn said with an expression and tone which beamed with gratitude.
Taryn didn't need to be told twice and in a flash she had closed the distance between herself and the slick hand. Taryn licked Veronica's hand clean and Veronica also started to lick that same hand clean of Rosina's juices. Once the hand was clean, Veronica lowered it and the two women stared at each other, just inches apart. Taryn reached up, grasped Veronica's head firmly and directed the woman's head so she could lick Karen's pussy juices now smeared all over the young woman's cheeks. When Veronica's face was clean, Taryn pulled Veronica in for a passionate kiss which drew Veronica's passion and sexual tension built up over the past while out.
Karen and Rosina cuddled and held each other, lovingly enjoying the bliss of afterglow from the explosive orgasms that they had just shared. Both Karen and Rosina genuinely wanted Veronica to experience some pleasure, because of their love for her and because of the pleasure she had given them.
Taryn lifted her dress up and off of her body and three women's eyes were fixed on their Mistress's body, trying to get a peek of her now nude treasures. Veronica moaned in lustful hunger as she paused, drew back to drink in the delightful sight of Taryn's body.
"Oh, Mistress, may I PLEASE worship your tits!" Veronica said in a submissive, reverent, yet lustful tone of voice, speaking directly to Taryn's breasts as she strained not to lean forward without permission.
"Give us some space, into the back with the two of you!" Taryn commanded as she glanced up to Karen and Rosina.
"Yes, Mistress!" Karen and Rosina replied in unison, trying hard not to sound too excited at the prospect of some private time together.
Without another word, Karen and Rosina climbed over the bench seat and into the back bench seat of the minivan. Once there they laid down beside one another, with Karen against the back of the seat and Rosina pressed up against her. They looked at each other with all the love they felt for each other and their world shrunk down to the two of them in that back seat. Rosina leaned in and Karen met her half way for the beginning of the soft, slow and romantic kiss, the first of many they shared that day.
As soon as Karen and Rosina had vacated the bench seat, Taryn moved up to sit on it and looked down at Veronica with a self-satisfied smile. Taryn could see the desperate desire on the face of the young woman, who dutifully restrained herself from touching Taryn's body without permission.
Taryn felt a connection and kinship with Veronica that she didn't share with anyone else in the family. They both were Slaves of Owen, but they also had a Dominant side, something that she didn't share with Karen and Rosina. Taryn looked on Veronica as a daughter of sorts, a younger image of herself and it was this that was the foundation of their special bond. Taryn wanted to nurture and develop Veronica's Dominant side and had given her some pointers and training as they practiced on Karen and Rosina.
The added kick, what Taryn had not admitted to anyone, especially to Veronica was the fact that in this case, she was dominating a Dominant woman. That made anytime she spent with Veronica that much more exciting and hot. Just knowing that this woman kneeling before her, eagerly desiring to serve and please her in anyway Taryn wanted was enough to make her pussy wet. Taryn looked down at Veronica and said nothing to Veronica for an excruciatingly long few seconds.
"Do you now?" Taryn replied with a cocky grin on her face as she looked down at Veronica who remained kneeling in the proper submissive position, looking down.
"Yes, Mistress Red, more than anything," Veronica said with a slightly hurt tone of voice.
"What are you?" Taryn asked in a firm tone of voice as she looked down at the bowed head of Veronica.
"A faithful Slave of Master," Veronica replied in a humble and submissive tone of voice.
"Then why do you kneel before me? Why do you serve me?" Taryn asked in a firm, yet husky tone of voice, as she rubbed her thighs together.
"Because Master has placed you in authority over me. He has made you his Mistress, to have power over all his Slaves. It is therefore my duty to serve you, and while I happily obey any commands Master gives me, I also serve you because I want to . . . I need to serve you Mistress," Veronica replied with her head bowed yet her tone of voice conveyed her conviction.
"Why do you need to serve me?" Taryn replied in a husky tone of voice that she strained to keep firm and commanding as she tried to pleasure her pussy by squeezing her thighs together.
Veronica lifted her head and looked right into Taryn's eyes as she spoke with love and conviction. "I need to serve you, Mistress because I have learned so much from you. You have taught me how to be both a good and faithful Slave, and how to be a good Mistress. Without you, I don't know how I would have been able to resolve the conflict between my Submissive and Dominant sides. I need to serve you, Mistress because I love you!"
"Then put that tongue of yours to good use and worship your Mistress!" Taryn said as she threw her legs apart and scooted her rump forward, putting her pussy lewdly on display.
"Gladly, Mistress!" Veronica replied as she lunged forward and buried her face between Taryn's legs.
Veronica licked at Taryn's already drenching pussy and giggled to herself at the evidence, literally on her tongue, that Taryn wanted her as much as she wanted Taryn. Taryn looked down and saw Veronica lapping at her pussy with her eyes closed, and still doing an expert job of licking pussy. Taryn marvelled at how intimately the young woman knew the most intimate region of a woman's body. In the few short seconds of Veronica's pussy-licking Taryn's whole body ached for the young woman and her body started to twitch from the intense pleasure stirred up.
As the Minivan turned off the main road and onto the private road all four women seemed to notice the considerable change in speed and looked up from their respective places in the minivan. Heads popped up from opposite ends of both bench seats. The flush, pussy-juice smeared faces of all four women made evident that they had all been sixty-nineing.
"Are we there already?" Rosina asked as she looked out of the nearest window.
"We've just turned onto the driveway. You might want to make yourselves presentable," Owen laughed as he looked at a pair of nuns leisurely walking down a path near the side of the driveway.
"Are you saying you don't like the way we look?" Veronica teased in a laughing manner as she thrust her chest out and held an obviously fake pout.
"I like you just the way you are!" Taryn replied with a laugh as she leaned in and started to suck on Veronica's tits.
"The nuns might not agree with you," Owen replied with a laugh as he smiled at another passing pair of nuns.
"Yeah, true," Taryn replied in a slightly melancholy manner. "Let's get cleaned up," Taryn said over her shoulder to the other women in the minivan. "And you might want to put your pants on, Master," she added to Owen with a smirk on her face.
By the time Owen pulled into a visitor's parking space in front of the main entrance to "St Majella's Home For Troubled Women," everyone was presentable. All four women were dressed in their dresses yet they reluctantly replaced their Slave-Collars with the short gold chain necklaces they wore in their place. The women had grown so accustomed to having something snugly fastened around their necks that they always wore either their Slave Collars or the matching gold chain necklaces.
As they passed through the doors of the cold stone institution, they walked in their usual order: Owen at front, Taryn and Karen behind him and Rosina and Veronica behind them. Upon immediately entering the main entrance the group walked up a wide, half-flight of stairs to what seemed to be an elevated main floor. Once up on this level there was a large, oak, reception desk and seated at this desk was a nun who was very old and looked long past retirement age.
"Hello, I'm here to visit a friend of mine, Rebecca Moore," Owen said in a pleasant and polite tone of voice to the old nun seated at the desk who seemed to ignore Owen's presence.
"That's nice. Who are you, dear?" the old nun replied as she continued to slowly tap away at the ancient computer before her.
"Owen," Owen replied calmly, wearing a smile on his face that tried to hide his frustration.
"Who did you wish to see, Opie?" the old nun said as she finally turned her attention to look at Owen.
"Rebecca Moore, and my name is Owen," Owen replied with a strained calm that was only betrayed the slight twitching of his left eye.
"Sister Clarice, do you have a moment, dear," the old nun said over her shoulder to a group of nuns working in an office behind her.
"Yes, Sister Greta," a young, thin looking nun said as she approached the old nun.
The nun approaching the front desk looked to be too young to be a nun, yet she did have the pure and innocent look that one would expect from a nun. It was impossible to tell from the nun's habit she wore, but she looked to be quite thin and small, appearing to only come up to Owen's shoulder. Her smile and angelic face was her most charming and disarming qualities. "Oscar, here wants to visit your friend in room two forty-three," Sister Greta, the old nun, said to the young, Sister Clarice.
"Oh, how lovely! She doesn't usually get visitors, I'm sure you will make her day!" Sister Greta said with a bright smile as she turned to walk out from behind the desk. "Follow me," she added as she walked towards a nearby large set of stars which lead to the second floor, and there was a noticeable sway to her hips as she walked.
"Thank you," Taryn said to Sister Greta before she turned to follow after Sister Clarice and Owen. "After you, Opie!" Taryn said with a giggle in Owen's ear and Owen only scowled in reply.
"So how do you know Rebecca, Opie?" Sister Clarice asked as she opened the door to the hallway on the second floor.
"I am a friend of hers, and my name is Owen," Owen said in a thinly disguised, frustrated tone of voice.
"I'll tell you a secret, Owen, I heard your name right the first time, and so did Sister Greta. She just likes to have a bit of harmless fun now and again." Sister Clarice said with a light chuckle, as she turned back to Owen and put her delicate hand on his arm.
"I see," Owen said with a laugh and shake of his head.
Owen and the rest of the family walked down the hallway, following Sister Clarice, watching the doors, counting up until reaching the right one.
"Rebecca, you have a visitor," Sister Clarice said as she turned and walked into room two forty-three.
For Rebecca time slowed to a crawl and almost stopped altogether as Owen walked into her room. Rebecca was sure that her mind had finally snapped and she was now hallucinating during the day rather than just dreaming of her Sir at night. All the sleepless nights and nightmares had worn away at her shattered psyche until her mind couldn't take any more; Rebecca was sure of it. Rebecca looked at Owen and screamed out the terror that had filled her heart in the few short seconds that Owen had filled her vision. Rebecca was startled at the crowd of people who rushed to her side and screamed again as Sister Clarice, Owen and the rest of the family rushed to calm the now hysterical Rebecca. Everyone tried to calm Rebecca down but since they all talked at once, all Rebecca heard was a wall of noise and all she saw was a jumble of faces. One word and one face cut through the din and confusion, however.
"Mouse, it's me!" Owen said as he held Rebecca's face and made her look at him.
"Sir?" Rebecca, said in confusion as she stared, dumbfounded into Owen's eyes.
"Yes, it's me. I came as soon as I heard," Owen said with a calming tone of voice as he smiled at Rebecca.
"H . . . How did you find me?" Rebecca stammered, her mind still a jumble of conflicting feelings and emotions. "I . . . I never told you . . ." she added but felt silent, pausing to relax into Owen's embrace.
"Harold told me," Owen said with a smirk on his face as Rebecca just looked at Owen with a shocked and confused expression.
"It seems you gave her quite a start, but she's better now," Sister Clarice said with a nervous tone that she attempted to lighten. "I'll leave you, but try not to excite her, any more," she added as she stood up, glancing back and forth between Owen and Rebecca with a knowing look in her eye.
"I am sorry about that, but it was quite a shock, to see him," Rebecca said to Sister Clarice in an embarrassed tone of voice.
"I understand," Sister Clarice said with a calming smile before briskly leaving the room.
"What are you doing here?" Rebecca asked Owen as the door closed behind Sister Clarice.
"I could ask you the same question," Owen said as he put his hand on Rebecca's pregnant gut.
"I . . . I . . ." Rebecca stammered, not knowing how to answer the question.
"Harold told us about the divorce, and about your pregnancy, but I want to hear what happened . . . from you," Owen said in a calming tone of voice as he continued to embrace Rebecca.
Taryn, Karen, Rosina and Veronica all found places to sit around the room and looked at Rebecca expectantly. Rebecca was about to talk but looked around the seemingly full room for so intimate a conversation. She just looked at Karen and Veronica and then to Owen with a puzzled and disapproving look on her face.
"They're family," Owen assured as he squeezed Rebecca in a calming manner.
"All of them?" Rebecca asked as she looked at Karen and Veronica.
"Yes," Owen replied with a confident smile.
"I can understand how uncomfortable you are, given that you don't know all of us. Why don't we go first and tell you how things have changed in our lives since we have seen you last. Then perhaps you will feel comfortable enough to tell us about what has happened to you." Taryn said with a warm and understanding tone of voice, and in response, Rebecca only nodded.
What followed was a brief description of how Veronica and Karen joined Taryn and Rosina in being Slaves to Owen, as well as how the new family formed. Rebecca said nothing while everyone talked, and just listened intently. When the talk was over Rebecca had a shocked and disturbed expression on her face as she looked slowly around the room and then up into Owen's face and shook her head.
"You haven't changed at all!" Rebecca said with a shocked tone of voice as she moved away from Owen. "In fact you've gotten worse! Not only have you twisted your own family with your sickness, now you've gone and infected others and dragged them down into your pit of perversion!" Rebecca said as she struggled to get up and briskly walk across the room but needed Owen's help to get all the way up.
"You didn't have a problem with it when we were together! You called me for help, remember? I came as soon as I heard! I am here to help you, so why don't you tell me what you're doing in this place," Owen said as he stood up to square off against Rebecca.
Rebecca opened her mouth to scream at Owen to get out but those words died on her tongue when she looked into Owen's eyes. As hard as she wanted push Owen out of her room and out of her life, she couldn't muster the strength to do so. She was still disturbed with Owen's incestuous relationship with his mother and sister and now that he had caused a mother and her daughter to join them in a larger incestuous relationship. The pull Rebecca felt towards Owen was still strong and now that she was all alone in the world, without a husband or any family to cling to, that pull was stronger than ever. Owen's powerful presence and strong arms looked oh so good to a submissive woman who faced the cold hard world on her own.
Owen's question reminded her of just why Rebecca was in this cold, institution, she was here to get help to rid herself of the dark urges which had brought them together in the first place. Rebecca still wanted to be a good, upstanding, Christian woman and finally close the chapter on this nightmarish part of her life which had only brought her pain. Yet even as this thought entered her brain she knew that her submissive side had not only brought her pain. She remembered fondly her time serving her Sir and the child growing in her belly could not be blamed for how it was created. Part of her wanted to kneel at his feet and give herself to him completely; let him decide what was best for her. Yet the religious part of her knew that she had to push such thoughts out of her mind, for the sake of her child, she swore to be a good and wholesome mother.
"I am here because I need help, I need to be a good person again, I need to get rid of these sinful urges, so I can make a good life for me and my child," Rebecca replied in a hurt tone of voice which wavered with shame.
"Whose child is it, anyways?" Owen asked in a confident tone of voice as he leaned in.
"H . . . Harold's" Rebecca lied with an obviously uncomfortable air about her, her gaze darted to the other side of the room.
"Harold told us that the child wasn't his; so let's try again, whose child is it?" Owen asked again in a firmer tone of voice.
"Yours," Rebecca said as she buried her head in her hands and started to cry as she sank down into the nearest chair. Veronica happened to be sitting in that chair at the moment and had to vacate it quickly to get out of the way of the descending, distraught, pregnant woman.
"Mouse, let me take care of you, both of you, like I should, like I want to," Owen said in a loving tone of voice as he kneeled down beside Rebecca and wrapped his arm around her.
"NO!" Rebecca said as she shoved Owen hard to get him away from her. "Will you please leave me alone! If not for me, then for the sake of our child! Stay away from me and let me raise this child right! This child is all I have left in the world. Please keep your sickness far away from us!" Rebecca said in amongst sobbing before she broke down into tears.
Owen felt as if he had been kicked in the gut and sat back and stared blankly at Rebecca, who cried and barely noticed the comforting embrace of Veronica. Rosina and Karen hugged Owen as a show of support while Taryn moved over to kneel in front of Rebecca and embrace her. When their eyes met, neither woman knew what Rebecca was going to do, but after a moment, the sincere, empathetic expression won the sobbing woman over. Rebecca threw her arms around Taryn and sobbed harder into the woman's embrace.
"Give us a moment, please, Master," Taryn said to Owen with a soft tone of voice.
"Sure, I'll just go for a bit of a walk," Owen said as he got up and walked calmly out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Rebecca cried on Taryn's shoulder and all of the tension, frustration, fear, anger and confusion that had built up in her over the past few months came flooding out of her. Rebecca was so consumed by her own pain and tears that she didn't notice that, at that moment four women surrounded her and hugged her. For a woman who felt all alone in the world she failed to grasp that four women were, at that very moment, giving her what she had missed and desperately needed: love and understanding. It was a short while later that Rebecca started to slowly calm down and come back to her senses.
"Now that you've had a good cry, do you feel better? I know I always do," Taryn said in an understanding tone of voice as she wiped the tears from Rebecca's cheeks.
"Yes, actually," Rebecca replied with a chuckle.
"Good, why don't you tell us what happened with Harold?" Taryn asked calmly as she still smiled warmly into Rebecca's eyes.
"When I first found out that I was pregnant, I knew it was Sir's child. Harold had a Vasectomy after our last child was born, but I was able to convince him that it was a miracle, that God had blessed us with another child. For a while this child brought us closer together and everything was fine," Rebecca said with a calm tone of voice but bowed her head and fell silent.
"You did what you had to do, you were trying to save your marriage, quite understandable," Taryn said with a reassuring tone of voice.
"After Harold had his annual physical, our doctor told him that he still could not father children . . . he came home and exploded. I told him everything, about the dark urges, going to Heather's, Sir, the child . . . everything. I had hoped that he would understand and forgive me . . ." Rebecca's words trailed off and she sobbed a few sobs as the same of the moment came back to her.
"There, there, you did the right thing," Karen said as she squeezed Rebecca, in a show of support.
"It didn't do me any good. His reaction went from bad to worse. He threatened to divorce me right then and there. I begged him not to give up on me, that I was a different woman that I had changed. For a week we tried to make things work but he told me that he couldn't look at me, carrying another man's child, which only reminded him of my sin and betrayal. He made me come here, to rid myself of my dark urges, have the child and put it up for adoption. He told me that after I did all that, then he would take me back. A month after coming here, Harold told me he couldn't stand to be with me, and he put some divorce papers in front of me and he told me to sign them . . . I did," Rebecca said in a morose tone of voice.
"What did he leave you with? What about the kids, when do you see them next?" Taryn asked with a concerned tone of voice.
"He took everything, he even took full custody of the kids," Rebecca said solemnly, looking glum and depressed.
"That's not right! He took advantage of your emotional state, we can get them back!" Karen urged with an insistent tone of voice.
"No, Its for the best," Rebecca replied glumly. "They're better off without me, I'm sick and diseased," Rebecca said and hung her head in shame and sobbed a few sobs.
"No, you're not!" Taryn said firmly, looking directly into Rebecca's eyes as she spoke.
"You don't understand. I still have the urges! I still miss him! I still need him!" Rebecca cried in shame and buried her head on Taryn's shoulder as she cried out her tears and frustration.
"It's natural to still love an ex-husband. Even after Tony left me, I still missed him for quite some time. It will pass in time, there's nothing wrong with you, it's natural," Karen reassured Rebecca as she rubbed the woman's back in a soothing manner.
"No! Not him . . . I . . . I miss . . . Sir," Rebecca said in a low, meek and utterly embarrassed tone of voice.
"He misses you too," Taryn replied in a comforting tone of voice after a moment of pause.
"I can't be with him! I can't give in to those urges! It isn't right, it isn't normal!" Rebecca strenuously protested as she glared defiantly at Taryn.
"You're right . . . it isn't 'Normal.' Our family isn't 'Normal.' The four of us are Slaves to the same loving, caring, wonderful Master. We serve, love, and take care of him and he guides, loves and takes care of us. We all love each other and look out for each other. It may not be 'Normal,' and it may not be for everyone, but I have never felt so loved in all my life, I wouldn't change anything for the world," Karen said with a confident, considered and loving tone of voice as she looked into Rebecca's troubled eyes. "What difference does 'Normal' make, if you can be loved for who you are?" she added and paused to let her words sink in.
"Think of your children! They will be horribly scared and deranged, if you raise them in this environment!" Rebecca rebutted as she glance between Taryn and Karen.
"That's not true! How can children be anything but wonderful if they are raised in an environment which is built on an, and surrounded by love! Dee-Dee and I are not 'scared and deranged!' Sure, we love and care for blood relatives in a way that most people consider 'Not Normal' but we still know what is right and wrong and we are not twisted! We are loved, and have a very firm family bond now. This is a tighter and more loving family than I have ever known and I would love to raise children in our family," Rosina said with a passionate tone of voice as she looked at Rebecca with an unwavering gaze.
"That's all well and good for you, but I don't know if I could handle it. I have nowhere to go. I belong here until I am healed," Rebecca said with a subdued tone of voice, as she looked down.
"You belong at home with us! You are having Master's child, let us take care of you!" Taryn said in a warm and imploring tone of voice.
"No, I couldn't!" Rebecca replied with a waver in her voice and a tear in her eye.
"Do you really want to have your child, alone in this cold place, or at home, surrounded by family?" Karen asked in an urging tone of voice.
"I have no family," Rebecca said sadly.
"Yes you do . . . if you want one," Taryn said and all four women hugged Rebecca tighter and moved their heads in so she couldn't put her head down.
"I just don't know. What you say sounds wonderful, I just don't know it's for me," Rebecca said with a worried tone of voice before she sighed, "But I really don't like it here and I must admit that the urges haven't diminished since I have gotten here," Rebecca admits with a troubled tone of voice with a slight smile on her face.
"You don't have to decide anything right now, just come home with us and let us take care of you. It's the least I can do," Owen said and five pairs of eyes snapped to look at him closing the door behind him.
"I . . . I really don't know," Rebecca says with wet eyes of fear and trepidation as she looked at Owen.
"Your future is still yours to decide. Come and stay with us with no strings or expectations. You will be a guest in our home. You can stay as long as briefly as you want . . . it is up to you," Owen said in a confident and loving tone of voice as he smiled a charming smile at Rebecca.
"Really? You won't make me d . . . do things for you?" Rebecca asked with a dubious tone of voice.
"I promise. It is time for me to take care of you. Trust me, Mouse. Come home," Owen said as he opened up his arms to Rebecca and her heart fluttered.
For the first time in quite some time, she felt loved, wanted and accepted. Owen didn't want her to change or expected anything from her; he just wanted to take care of her. Rebecca started to struggle to her feet but this time it was remarkably easy, with the help of four women who surrounded her. Rebecca walked towards Owen and once his arms surrounded her, all her worries drifted away. She was in her Sir's arms once more and she couldn't help but feel anything but loved and cared for.
"Thank you, Sir," Rebecca said with a relieved tone of voice as a tear left her cheek and disappeared into Owen's shirt.
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