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I smiled back. "Do you consider me a loved one?"
"No," she laughed, "not in that way. I respect you more than most of the men I've ever met, but I don't have feelings. Those seem pretty dead to me except for my Momma and son."
"Then, I'm not offering. I wouldn't anyway," I replied.
"It's one of the things I respect. You've never pushed for anything, never came on to me; not even before my accident when I was prettier and thinner. Never let the other men do it either, shutting them down if they tried it."
"You're still pretty now. The scars are unfortunate, but I see the person beneath them, untouched by those scars, though you carry others not so visible. We'll get the physical scars addressed. The emotional scars are harder to deal with."
"How come Julia and Lisa don't seem bothered as much as most people who've been raped?"
"I don't know for certain. My suspicion is for Lisa, it was the fact it was her ex-husband. It would have been worse if it was a total stranger who forced her. Not that it wasn't bad anyway, but not as bad as it might have been. For Julia, she was unconscious for it. She bumped her head bad when he knocked her down. My guess is she missed most of it, the worst of the feelings, the worst of the physical stuff. She knows it happened, but didn't have to live it. Plus, it was only one person, not as bad as you went through. They didn't become pregnant as a result. They don't have to live with a part of their rapist forever. You have to be very strong, like you, to go through that. And they had each other to lean on.
"I think it also helped I didn't treat them any differently after it happened. They were exactly the same as they'd always been; not tarnished or ruined by what they went through. I might have reacted worse if I hadn't already let them be with other men as a part of their slavery. Given I'd allowed them sex with other men, it seemed foolish to think they were soiled by having sex with a man I hadn't let them have sex with.
"The last thing which might have eased their pain is they didn't have time to ruminate over it. He continued to be a danger and they had no time to wallow in their misery. Of course, Lucia was here, who'd gone through worse, and they could rely on her to lean on, but they also received justice for their violation much faster. He's dead, killed for his crimes. No arrest, no trials, no testifying and reliving it again. They don't ever have to worry about him coming back and doing it a second time. Not like you. Your rapists are still out there. You probably never feel completely safe."
"No, I never do. If I could move out of that neighborhood, I'd do it in a heartbeat."
Knowing she would be able to move much sooner than she ever expected made me real warm inside. I wanted to make sure we got the house built as soon as we had a place to build it. I'd call Thornhill's business manager on Monday and let him know to buy a lot far from her current neighborhood.
"Thanks. You've been very kind. I guess I don't feel as much like a peeping Tom as I did," Shasta said. "It was exciting to watch, as I'm sure you realize. I was quite the bad girl."
I ignored her embarrassment. "We'll get this shipped off to Mr. Thornhill as soon as it's ready. I'll make sure he knows how hard you worked on it."
"Thank you."
I went back upstairs. Cindy was seated between Julia's legs with hers thrown over the arms of the chair. Julia was kissing her neck and playing with her breasts, while Lisa was lapping at her folds. Rhonda was masturbating herself. Cindy's back was arched and she was cumming, moaning loudly.
"That's the second time she's cum without permission, Master. I think we'll punish her tonight when your parents are here. Perhaps Master Dan will enjoy paddling her naked bottom?"
Cindy's orgasm seemed to get stronger. I got hard.
They continued long enough for Cindy to cum again, then stopped.
"The three of you need to shower," Julia told the other three slaves. "I'd like Rhonda and Lisa to go out and buy some groceries for tonights dinner with Master's parents. I made a list. I need to lie down for awhile. Do me a favor and call before you come home in case I forgot anything."
"Yes, Domina," Rhonda said.
"What do you need us to do?" I asked.
"The house is still pretty clean from our Christmas cleaning. I'm sure there must be a college football bowl game or NFL game for you to watch."
"Really?" I asked. "I get to watch football?"
"You are our Master," I said. "You have four slaves working to keep the house clean."
The three slaves showered and I turned on the TV, flipping it to an NFL game, settling back to watch. Lisa and Rhonda came out dressed and headed out to shop. As soon as they were gone, Julia turned off the game.
"Hey," I protested. "I'm watching that."
"Forget football, Master," Julia hissed. "For one time only, I'm going to let you fuck her cunt. This will likely be your only chance with a nearly empty house. We'll lock the door so even Shasta can't get in the bedroom. Cindy told me she's on birth control and can't get pregnant. You only have while they're out shopping to fuck her. Get going. I'll critique. When they call, you go back to your football game and Cindy will stay in the bed with me. She can start licking my cunt or rubbing my back or something innocuous. Let's go. They won't be gone that long. Hardly long enough for a proper fucking."
Cindy and I looked at each other. I wondered if she'd protest. Cindy took my hand and led me to the bedroom. My cock was hard before we reached it. Julia closed and locked the door.
So we adjourned to the bedroom and my wife watched me slide my cock into Cindy's moist cavern. Fondled my balls as I thrust deep inside my sister, going slowly to start, then slowly speeding up. Cindy orgasmed and I felt her sheath tighten around my cock, her body arching against mine as she throbbed around me. I sped up faster, conscious of the ticking clock, the limited time I had to take advantage of this gift, though I could easily spend all day buried in my sister's slit. She climaxed a couple more times, as entranced to be fucking me as I was to fuck her. I smothered the loudest of Cindy's moans with my mouth, kissing her like the lover I was, not the brother I should be. I groaned gutturally when I felt the rush of cum speed up my shaft, gush wildly into her womb. I must have pulsed for over a minute, emptying my balls.
"Now clean each other off," Julia said. "Don't get him hard again, slave. He's watching football, remember."
We were mostly done when Julia received the phone call, some of my cum still slowly leaking from Cindy's cunt.
"No, I think we have everything we needed," Julia said. "I can't think of anything I left off the list. Hurry home."
She handed me a towel. "Dry off your cock and go back to your game, Master," she said. "I'll finish cleaning Cindy. I hope you enjoyed yourselves."
"Yes, Domina, thank you," Cindy panted.
I kissed Julia. "You're my everything, slave."
"Thank you, Master."
I returned to the football game and had time to catch up on the scores before the others got home.
"Where's Cindy?" Lisa asked.
"In the bedroom with Julia, either rubbing her back or licking her cunt," I replied. "Do you need help putting the food away?"
"No, Master," Lisa replied. "If you're inclined to help; you could snap the green beans. Julia found a recipe for green beans stir fried in hot oil in the wok with sliced lemons which sounds delicious. You won't even need to move from your football game."
"Bring it on," I replied. "Keep me from getting bored." Heaven knows that was a real problem for me.
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