On Saturday, Jennifer's father took her older brother Benjamin and Martha, the younger sibling with whom she shared her room with to confession. Jennifer always went early to Seven AM Mass and got Father Holden as her confessor that way when she felt she needed Confession. Jennifer's parents had decided that Ben and Martha needed to go early, after a week where the two had been at each other's throats, mostly over Martha not wanting to wear the locket the one that had turned into an enslavement choker on Jennifer.
When they returned, after the Six PM Saturday Mass, Martha's locket had turned into an enslavement choker too. There were thirteen months between Jennifer and Martha, only because her mother had a miscarriage due to an accident between them. She hadn't expected to see Martha with a choker this soon. It was very rare that an eight-year-old got a locket, Jennifer had thought getting hers at nine was early. And getting a locket didn't mean you were going to be transformed right then. Jennifer knew at least two girls who had managed to go two years with a locket, having taken it off when they were due to ovulate. One girl even got to her teenage years before she was caught.
"It looks like both of us have been enslaved," Martha said as soon as she entered their room. It was obvious to Jennifer that her sister had very recently been bred, as someone's seed was drooling from her pussy. It was obvious, also that Martha was taking the transformation much harder than Jennifer had.
"Is it really enslavement?" Jennifer asked.
"Look at Mom," Martha said, jumping onto her bed and landing right in the center. "She was the first, around here at least. She's still having baby after baby. If it wasn't for her miscarriages, every one of us would be born ten months apart, because she can't turn Dad down. Her friends from before have gone to college. We don't go to her for homework help because her choker left her barely able to read. Don't tell me that's not enslavement." Martha folded her arms over her flat chest. "And now it's happening to us."
Jennifer leaned back in her desk chair. There were two desk chairs, but just one desk in the room, a compromise between the two of them. That was probably going to have to change. "Yeah, it is," Jennifer acknowledged. "I guess they'll be taking away our dresser. We don't need it anymore."
"Yeah," Martha said. "I never got to wear most of the clothes I got from you this time. They'll probably take away our desk and computer too."
"I want to keep reading and going to school," Jennifer said. "Brother Martin seems to think that I'll still be able to. He's going to help.
"Do you think he can help me too?" Martha asked in such a plaintive tone that Jennifer couldn't help but agree, nodding her head.
Sunday Morning Jennifer got up early so she could be ready for the Seven O'clock Mass. Only after she washed her face and returned to her bedroom, where Martha was still sleeping, did she realize that she didn't need as much time to get ready for Church. She hadn't realized how much time getting dressed took during the week because she'd been sleeping with RJ and needed a morning shower. RJ always was the last to get ready for Church.
Realizing that she had nothing more to take care of in her room, as her choker was the only thing she wore now, Jennifer carefully backed out of the room so as to not wake up Martha. Ben had kept her oldest little sister up quite late filling the newly turned enslaved breeder's womb with his brotherly seed. Jennifer was actually surprised that Martha was in their room instead of RJ's and Ben's. Or that Ben wasn't in bed with Martha at the moment.
Jennifer walked down to the kitchen, feeling the draft of the central air as the heating came on. It was going to be a chilly morning, but Jennifer had gotten used to going around naked during the past week, even waiting for the bus in the early morning fog off the ocean. Her mother was in the kitchen, making pancakes just like every Sunday morning, wearing an apron, the only thing other than the constant choker that her mother ever wore.
As usual, one of her baby siblings was with her, not the youngest, eight-month old Sophia, but eighteen-month old Andrew was toddling around the kitchen. Sophia, Andrew, and two-year-old Annie would be in the nursery at Church during Mass, and it looked like Jennifer's mother would be having quite a hard time getting at least Andrew ready, judging from all the syrup over him.
Jennifer found herself going to the sink to get a wet cloth to clean her littlest brother off. She hadn't been told to by her mother, and she never would have done it before without orders, but this morning it felt natural.
"I see the changes are starting to hit you this week," her mother said, as Jennifer pulled Andrew into her lap and started to clean the syrup off of his face and chest.
"What changes?" Jennifer asked. Her mother had been through this before, whereas Jennifer was near to if not the first second generation enslaved breeder in town. She had to know what was going to happen to her.
"You're going to start becoming more nurturing," her mother said. "Anything having to do with taking care of children is going to become more interesting to you. Everything else is going to become a distraction, even school. They say you can fight it, but I didn't know, and now I don't even remember much of school."
"Brother Martin says he's going to help me with school," Jennifer said.
"Good," her mother said. "I love being a breeder, but I've always missed what I lost there. I dropped out after I had RJ. I just couldn't remember enough and taking care of RJ seemed so much more important. Then Ben came along, and then you. Once I saw that I'd had a little girl, I knew what was going to happen. I know you didn't want it when it happened to you, but there was nothing I could do to stop it."
Jennifer put the now-clean Andrew down and went over to hug her mother from behind. Her arms slid around her mother's body, her hands joining over her mother's bulging belly. Her mother turned around and pulled her as close as her pregnancy would allow. Jennifer was about average for her nine years at four foot four, but her mother's height had stalled at five foot two instead of the five foot nine of her grandmother. So her head rested against her mother's breast as her mother's chin rested on her head. One hand gently rested against her head, and another cupped her right shoulder as Jennifer, for the first time since she had become an enslaved breeder, let herself cry in the comfort of her mother's embrace.
The whole family went to the Seven AM Mass, despite the fact that Ben, Martha, and their father had attended the Six PM Saturday Mass, which counted for Sunday. Their mother was not going to let anyone stay home, and she needed their father to help control the brood of children that he'd bred on her. And since Jennifer was an altar server at the Mass, they'd arrived at the usual early time.
Being an enslaved breeder, all Jennifer was wearing as an altar server was her choker and the same cross necklace that she'd worn the prior week. Unfortunately while she was in the van on the way to Church, RJ had decided to put an unnecessary load of his seed into her womb. As she awaited the beginning of Mass, since somehow they'd arrived ten minutes earlier than she was even expected, she knelt before the altar and prayed that she would somehow manage to get out of being an enslaved simple breeder, or at least wouldn't loose her intelligence.
She'd barely managed express those desires in her mind when her fellow altar server, Bethany, joined her on that first step. Jennifer had always admired Bethany's curly red hair, much nicer in her opinion than her own long blond hair. "Are you pregnant too?" she asked.
"Don't know yet," Bethany replied, as her brother Jonathan came up behind her and pushed her down on her hands as well as knees. His uniform pants, gun belt, and underwear hit the ground, and Jonathan entered his sister to breed her before the altar. Jonathan was much older than Brittany, already out of college, so he was also much bigger than Bethany who was a couple inches taller than Jennifer.
Jennifer tried to pray, but couldn't, as she was distracted by Bethany being bred right next to her. Her own pussy began to get warm and wet as she watched and listened to the breeding of her fellow enslaved breeder next to her. She could see the beads of sweat forming on Bethany's back, as well as smell the scent of arousal mixed with the incense from the prior night's Mass. Her own pussy began to drool out her wetness and the remains of her own last breeding.
"Officer Adams," Father Holden interrupted. "I usually don't recommend hurrying, but I need your sister as an altar server in just a few minutes."
"Yes Father," Jonathan said, before slamming his cock deep inside Bethany one last time. Then he pulled out and pulled out his cock from Bethany.
Jonathan's seed drooled out of Bethany's pussy as she stood. Jennifer couldn't stop looking at it. Her own hand went down to her drooling pussy as she followed Bethany back to the back of the church to ready for Mass.
Monday morning, Jennifer arrived at her classroom with her pussy drooling. Her older brother, Ben, had been in the bedroom she shared with her sister Martha when she woke up, and the smell had informed her what they'd spent the night doing. Then on the way to school on the bus, they'd done it again, and Jennifer had not been able to stop from masturbating, while cursing her brother, RJ, for catching the flu.
"Jennifer, come up front," Brother Martin said as she entered. "You and Bethany will be sitting together in the front row where we can reduce all the distractions ... at least the ones I can bring under control."
Bethany hadn't been in her class before. Jennifer took a look around the room. Heather was missing, and despite her condition, Heather never missed a day. "Is Heather sick?" she asked.
"Oh, no. I acquired Bethany and your sister, Martha, for Heather and a castrato to be made later," Brother Martin said, looking at some of the more mischievous boys in the class.
Jennifer looked at the boys. Several of them hand their hands covering their crotches despite being fully clothed unlike her and Bethany. Despite having spent the last week being bred by her brother, Jennifer had no real interest in any of her male classmates. Her stud was enough for her.
"Now before we start, I think you both need to clean up a bit," Brother Martin said, pointing to two shallow buckets with a cloth in them sitting on metal folding chairs. "You don't want to go through the day feeling your stud's seed leaking from you. It is one of those distractions you don't need."
Jennifer took the cloth and wiped her pussy clean of her brother's seed and her arousal. The water was surprisingly warm. As she cleaned her pussy, she realized that the few sparse hairs that she'd grown were gone. She was completely smooth down there again. When they had started to appear she'd thought something was wrong with her, because her mother had none. Then her mother had told her that she'd lost them. It was another thing she'd lost when her brother had enslaved her.
Then Jennifer took her seat, almost standing back up at how cold her chair was. The seat was not the seats like what she was used to. It was a gel type seat that conformed to her bottom, sliding up between her legs. It was also cold and kind of numbed her bottom and pussy a bit. Otherwise it was very comfortable. The seat cooled her near constant arousal since being enslaved too.
"Boys, you may have noticed that we have two breeders sitting up front," Brother Martin said, standing in front of the class. "A third is on her way. You will not be causing them to be distracted. It is vitally important that they be allowed to focus on their studies as much as possible. If you cause them distraction, you shall find out how close I am to actually making you the castrato to be named later. Robert, be forewarned, I already know how good you can sing. Don't make me want to preserve your voice for the rest of your life by singing more of those taunting tunes you've sung in class. Save them for lunch and recess. Now for attendance this morning."
"Ah, Martha," Brother Martin said a few minutes later. "Wash your pussy and take your seat between your sister and Bethany."
When her sister passed in front of her, Jennifer nearly turned her head to follow. "Eyes front, breeders," Brother Martin said. It was to become the command of her teacher for the next few months. Every time one of them seemed to get distracted, he'd say it.
The classroom didn't have a lot of distractions, and for some reason focusing on Brother Martin in his monk's attire was easier than focusing on anything else. Something about the coarse brown robe commanded her attention. She discovered a lot of distractions over the next few months. A baby's cry was distracting. Any sign of sex occurring or having occurred was distracting. Anything dirty was distracting, which caused the demise of Brother Martin's old black chalkboard, replaced with the help of a donation with a big lcd screen and attached tablet. Any young child or baby needing taken care of was distracting.
At home, those distractions were not minimized. Jennifer could be assured that RJ would breed her at least twice every night, even though it was unnecessary. Then one of her younger siblings would need attention, like Andrew and his runny nose, or Annie and her backwards dress. If it wasn't for the ninety minutes of homework time alone in her room that her mother enforced, Jennifer was sure she'd never be able to study. Not with the ease of distraction she now had.
Jennifer was managing to maintain her grades, for the moment, but was sure that things would get worse.
