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SCOTT
Once again, I was impressed with my slave. Not only was she educating Chen; she was educating me. Seeing, and listening to her, what she told Chen, questioning and speaking to Janet, having Chen fuck Janet's ass over the table. It explained as much about her as it did Janet. When Chen started fucking Janet, I had to fuck my own slave. She was such a special slave. I don't know if I could have emptied more cum into her cunt than I did. It was like a hadn't fucked in a week.
I was also glad when she climaxed without permission. I wanted to punish her. I wanted to be the Master she talked about. The one fucking the slave, not the one making love to his wife. As much as I loved her, and Lisa, it wasn't her husband she loved at this moment, it was the Master.
She invited Chen to come tomorrow night as well, to explore another item off Janet's list and learn how to punish his slave. I'm sure tomorrow night would end up entertaining me as much as tonight had.
It was Julia's night with Lucia, and I was disappointed I wouldn't have both slaves with me tonight, but Lisa hadn't received much of her Master's notice tonight. I'd fed Julia and fucked her over the table after, and if Julia was right, and I had no doubt she was, Lisa would require some Masterly attention. I would be very demanding of her and expect perfection and too bad if she wasn't perfect.
Lisa was perfection; doing everything in her power to make me feel powerful and desired. I emptied myself in all three of her holes before we stopped. We were lying comfortably in bed after my last orgasm, preparing to drop asleep when Lisa's phone went off, a most annoying sound.
"Someone's breaking into my house," Lisa said, getting up to shut off her phone.
"You're not going over there," I ordered.
"No, sir. The police left someone outside. I'll let them handle it."
Even after she turned off the phone, we could hear the alarm faintly from next door through the walls, blaring loudly enough it could be heard by us. Which is what caused Julia and Lisa to come into the room.
"I'm guessing Jack," Julia said.
"I am too," Lisa replied. "He thought he had a place to stay and got thrown off by the new locks and security code. I hope they nail the fucker."
"We'd better put something on. I'm sure we'll have to answer some questions," I said.
We did so and approximately twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Lucia looked outside and it was a black female uniformed officer, she told us, with another half dozen milling around outside. She stepped back with the gun behind her back and had me open the door.
"I'm Sergeant Meadows. Is everyone okay here," the officer asked.
"Yes, we're fine," I said. "Did you catch whoever did it?"
"I'm sorry, but no. Apparently, because he was unable to get in, he just tossed a cement block through one of the sliding glass doors and took off. We'll leave an officer in the house because it's open."
"I have a sheet of plywood in my garage. We could nail it over the broken door," I said.
"That would probably be best, in case of inclement weather. Which one of you suggested checking locally for his car?"
I pointed towards Lucia. "Our guardian angel."
"Is that a loaded gun you have behind your back?"
"Yes, ma'am," she replied.
"You don't take any chances, do you?"
"No, ma'am."
She laughed. "Detective Riley told us about you. All I ask is you be careful while we have officers around here."
"Of course, ma'am."
"Polite too. I like that." She turned to everyone. "We found where Jack's been keeping his car. When it showed up, the owner of the parking lot called us and we impounded his vehicle. He's running out of places to hide. To my way of thinking, this makes him more dangerous. Do you have anywhere else to go?"
"Not at this time of night," I said. "In the morning, I'll check with some other people I know. Part of the problem is having four adults here now. It's a houseful, and I don't want to split us up."
She glanced at Lucia again. "I can see why. Any chance of putting the plywood on tonight?"
"Give me a moment, I'll put some shoes on," I said.
"Do you need some help, Scott?" Lucia asked.
I asked the officer. "Any chance one of your guys can help me?"
"Sure. Burke, give Mr. Rivers a hand. He's going to board up the broken door so you don't have to worry about someone sneaking in on you."
"You bet, Sarge."
I slipped on some loafers and Officer Burke helped me slap a board up using a nail gun and six nails, three on top and three below. I got a key and the new code from Lisa and gave it to him, showing how to set it with the motion detectors off. I told him to drop the key back tomorrow when the shift changed.
Sergeant Meadows thanked me and wished us a good night. "You take care."
"We will."
All but a couple of the officers left. We locked up and set the alarm again.
"Master Scott, I'd prefer we stick together the rest of the night. Is it all right if Julia and I stay in your bedroom?"
"I'm never averse to naked women spending the night in my bed."
Lucia smiled. "Me either."
We stripped off once again and we all climbed into bed. It was going to be close quarters. I was really starting to look forward to the Alaskan King. My slaves slept on either side of me and Lucia curled around Julia. It was one AM and I was tired. It didn't take long to drop off.
At 3:30, I was awakened when Lisa dragged and Julia pushed me on the floor. Julia dropped down beside me.
"What the fuck!" I exclaimed. "What the hell is going on."
BANG, BANG, BANG.
Something went whizzing by my head, and a picture broke on the chest of drawers.
"Gunshots," Lucia said, crawling around the foot of the bed. "Keep down, someone is shooting into the house."
More shots were fired, most of them not seeming to hit our house, but a window broke in the living room.
"Jesus Fucking H. Christ!" I swore. "That sick shit. I swear I'll kill the mother fucker if I ever see him."
"Sergeant Meadows warned he might be more dangerous now. He's been driven out of his buddies house, now Lisa's, and even his car is gone," Lucia said. "Where has he got to go?"
"Why can't they catch him?"
"You live in a beautiful neighborhood, but it's big lots, heavily wooded, a hill two hundred yards behind your house," Lucia said.
"Jack was in the Marine Corps, Master," Lisa said.
"Why the hell did I not know that?"
"He got a bad conduct discharge, sir. It wasn't something he bragged about."
"Please tell me he wasn't a sniper."
"He wasn't a sniper, but he had a Marksman ribbon."
"Fuck!"
We heard what sounded like a dozen sirens bearing down on the house.
"The shooting has stopped," Lucia whispered. "Too many reinforcements to fight. We should probably dress again. They'll want to know if everyone is all right."
I gave Lucia one of my bigger shirts. Lisa and Julia put on some of their own clothes from the chest.
"Bullet hole," Julia said, pointing to a hole in the wood, second drawer down. "It knocked the picture off. Be careful, there's glass on the floor."
I slipped on a T and some shorts. Ten minutes went by and there was a knock on the door.
"That will probably be the police," I said. "I'm going to answer. Lucia come with me. Stay low in case he's still out there."
They knocked again. "Coming," I bellowed. "Give us a minute."
Lucia took position behind the kitchen counter with her gun aimed at the door.
"I'm opening the door," I said, "we've got a gun covering it. Don't shoot us and we won't shoot you."
"It's Sergeant Meadows again. My weapon is holstered."
I was still crouching on the floor and reached up to unlock the door. I opened it and pulled the door open. Sergeant Meadows and another officer came in and I closed it, locked it, then I stood and turned off the alarm system.
Meadows noted Lucia behind the counters. She had the gun sitting on the counter in front of her, close to hand, but not in her hand anymore.
"Is everyone all right?"
"Luckily. Lucia apparently had the girls awakened and me pushed on the floor before I even knew what was going on. Did you catch him this time, or better yet, shoot him?"
"No. He was on the hill in back of the house with a rifle. My officer's only had their hand guns until the cavalry arrived. This has been the worst fucking night shift I've ever pulled. I think I need to insist you vacate the premises, at least at night. There's just too many places to hide in the dark. I've seen this guys service jacket. Riley pulled it when we started searching for him. If you have nowhere else to go, I've got the name of a motel. You can get you a room on the inner courtyard so you can't be shot from across the highway."
"Let me get the others so we can discuss our options," I said.
Walking carefully to avoid the glass in our living room from a large patio window overlooking the back, I got Lisa and Julia, still sitting on the floor beside the bed.
"Come out to the dining room. The sergeant doesn't feel we can stay here. We need to decide what to do."



Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 02)
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