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                          Adverse Conditioning
                                by colt45

Copyright© 2006 by colt45


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Description: In the future we finally have complete control over our own bodies, even to the point of using them as collateral for loans. So what happens when some rich bitch can't pay what she owes? She gets seize and sold to the highest bidder. Unfortunately for her that bidder is someone with a score to settle

Codes: MF FF ScFi slow harem non-con reluc slave inc mother son bi het D/S Mdom lght lac preg
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Chapter 1


It wasn't like any courtroom that Lisa had ever seen before, not that she had ever been in a real courtroom, but she had seen many on the holo and this just wasn't like that at all. No high bench for the Judge, no jury chairs, no banister separating the audience from the participants, in fact no seating for an audience at all, for that at least she could be grateful. Just another rather non-descript room with beige carpeting and off-white walls and a long conference table with chairs scattered around it with a few more set back against the wall. The only thing that could be viewed as even remotely court-like were the four uniformed bailiffs casually posted next to the room entryways.

Three men were already seated at the table as she walked through the door she had been led to by her courthouse guide. She recognized only one of them, her court appointed attorney. He at least stood when she entered and pulled back a chair for her next to where he was sitting. Taking her seat she looked over at the others who were regarding her with what could only be considered coolly professional detachment.

"Gentlemen," her own attorney said to the others, "Mrs. Johnson is here I believe we may proceed."

"Yes," the man sitting at the head of the table began, "it all seems to be fairly straight forward, this shouldn't take very long." Focusing on Lisa he continued, "Mrs. Johnston we have a few formalities to take care before we can get down to the meat of the matter."

"You are Mrs. Lisa Johnson?"

"Yes I am."

"Your husband was the late Jeffory Johnson, past president of J&J Enterprises?"

"Ah, yes, Jeff was my husband."

"You have been made aware of the, shall we say, difficult, situation his estate is in since his passing?"

Difficult situation? Total freaking disaster is what he really meant! The numbness that had enveloped her mind since being informed of her husband's suicide five months previous intensified, giving a fuzzy, unreal feeling to the world around her.

Jeffory Johnson, President and CEO of J&J Enterprises had been a real high flyer. He was hot property in the universe of commercial real estate and development; a real doer so they said. For the twenty-two years they had been married they had lived not only the good life but also the high life. The money seemed endless. The parties and clothes, vacations on the French Riviera, cars and town homes, nothing was too good or too expensive. Jeff always said you couldn't scrimp on the flash; you had to look good to be good. Nobody would do business with someone who looked second rate. And she had done her part, oh yes!

She was the epitome of the corporate wife, the classic arm fob. Endless hours in the various spas and even more hours with personnel trainers, cosmetic surgeons and orthodontists, nothing was too small a detail to be overlooked. At forty she could have passed for a mid twenties starlet, right down to the stylishly short blond hair, large firm breasts, narrow waist and perfect ass tapering down her long elegant legs to her dainty, pedicured feet. Nobody would really know how many of Jeffory's deals had been sealed because some high roller had wanted to get into her panties, but it was more that just a few. Of course a few of them were known since she had gone to bed with them. Strictly on Jeff's orders naturally, anything to get the deal done! It's not like she really cared, sex with some old man, sex with Jeff, no real difference. At least a few of them had bigger dicks than dear old Jeffory's little five inches. Not that it mattered; she didn't get off by having some sweating brute crushing her while banging his cock in her. She got off on the lifestyle; sex was just exercise, and not a very strenuous one at that.

It wouldn't be that big a stretch to say she was a corporate whore, but she didn't care about that either. What the hell, she'd caught Jeff by getting pregnant her freshman year in college. Nine months gestating her lifestyle is how she looked at it. After that it was nannies and boarding schools for darling little Bradley, she hardly had to spend anytime with him for the past twenty years. A real bargain since children can crimp your style something fierce if you let them.

That was all before the phone call. The call informing her that Jeff had been found in his office with the barrel of a pistol in his mouth and his brains splattered over the wall behind him.

The cowardly shit! What he couldn't face was the inevitable result of living on borrowed time and money. Just as the house of cards was about to crash down around them he cashed in his chips and took a dive. The business was not only worthless but in substantial debt, well beyond any reasonable means of paying it off.

"You realize that you were a full partner in J&J Enterprises? That you are obligated for the full and complete restitution of its debt?"

"I, I guess so," she stammered. "I never was really involved in any of the business dealings. Jeff took care of all that. I just signed papers when he told me to."

"You did indeed sign papers Mrs. Johnson," the other man seated at the table finally spoke up. "If fact you co-signed all these debt instruments and collateral agreements. Are these your signature and thumbprint?" He showed her a large stack of papers with her very obvious signature on them. Not that it could be seriously questioned, the practice of affixing thumbprints to legal documents had long ago eliminated any plausible deniability.

"I suppose there isn't any doubt about that is there?" she sighed.

"No there isn't," he stated flatly. "The debt incurred by J&J Enterprises is well into the tens of millions and thankfully since the elimination of that silly bankruptcy law after the last economic crash, we, the consortium I represent, intend to collateralize the entire estate for compensation. That means we intend to take everything Mrs. Johnson, the house, the cars, even your clothes."

"Oh yes," he smiled for the first time, "even you."

"What? What do you mean me?"

""Why this Mrs. Johnson," he said pushing another paper across the table toward her. "The two of you not only put up everything you owned as collateral, you also used yourself to guarantee the loans. In fact your son was also listed but since he turned twenty-one this year that became null and void."

"If it was ever valid," piped in the administrative judge. "I'm not happy about finding that let me tell you. That comes very close to crossing the line from involuntary servitude to outright slavery. I can't believe your principals signed that agreement!"

"Yes, well your Honor it's really a moot point, but I agree it wasn't well done by either side. In fact it would be best if we could get this whole matter concluded as quickly and quietly as possible." Turning back to Lisa he continued, "The fact is Mrs. Johnson, you and your husband used yourselves as collateral and although we were able to harvest a few organs from his body the only thing left is you!"

"But you can't mean that!" she stammered. "You can't tell me I don't even own me!"

"That is exactly what we mean," the judge said placidly not even looking up as he signed a document in front of him. "In fact this court order I have just executed confirms your status as Indentured Servant until such time as your service pays all outstanding debts of the estate. Of course the annual interest alone on the unpaid amount far exceeds the mandatory service pay of any IS. This being the case your status has been classified as permanent." Speaking to the room in general he said, "I assume the state brothels have placed a bid, they usually do in the case of a decent looking one. If they have, I suppose you are going to accept it, if for no other reason than to get this over with."

"Yes they have," answered the consortiums representative, "and yes we will."

Lisa's head was pounding, the room swimming before her eyes. She was being sold to a whorehouse right in front her!

"Pardon my interruption but there was another bid." It was her attorney; turning towards him Lisa had the faintest flash of hope.

"Here it is," he continued pushing another paper towards the judge. "As you can see it outbids the state and the monies have already been placed in escrow. If you would take a look at the bidder please, I might recommend that you accept it. To open the bid for counter offers might be, well let's just say it might bring out into the open things that are better left out of view of the public."

"Yes," the judge responded slowly, "I can see where that might be for the best. Do you agree?" He pushed the paper to the representative. Although couched as a question it was clear from his tone the matter had already been settled.

"Ah, yes I see your point your Honor," the rep replied. "Well I don't see how we can argue, it's not much more but every little bit helps." Quickly he signed the bid form signifying acceptance and handed it back to the judge.

"Well, lets finish this up." Looking directly at Lisa he began speaking, "Mrs. Lisa Bennet Johnson, having found you unable to satisfy the agreed terms of these debt instruments and having placed your person in the position of collateral for these loans I find you in default. As such your status as citizen is hereby revoked and you are declared in a state of Perpetual Involuntary Servitude in accordance with the Omnibus Reconciliation Act of 2022 and subject to all laws and regulations implied by that categorization until such time as the aforementioned debts have been satisfied, including any interest and penalties associated with them. Henceforth your legal designation is LISA-ISP-0375-22-2044. Bailiff, take this ISP down to receiving and have her processing started, the note here says her new patron will pick her up this afternoon."

"But you can't just..." However before she could protest further two of the guards grabbed her by the arms and yanked her upright. She felt the cold metal of a stun rod shoved against her back and just that quickly any further resistance stopped. She had seen Jeff use just such a weapon on their own IS's and the screams of pain and pure terror were even now burned into her memory. The three men didn't even glance in her direction as they returned to their paperwork.

Instead of leaving by the door she entered they hauled her through a smaller more nondescript one at the rear of the room. Arms still firmly in their grasp they moved quickly through a maze of smaller hallways and finally into an elevator where one of the guards punched a number near the bottom of the panel.

"Where are you taking me?" she finally gasped, her body shaking as her body as reaction to her new status finally started to sink in.

"Shut up bitch," one guard said amiably. Then looking over to his fellow he said, "Maybe we can have some fun with this one before we turn her over, she's a looker."

"Nah," his buddy replied, "if she was heading for one of the state houses we could probably get away with it, the state don't really give a shit, but you heard up there same as me, this ones private property now. I don't know who it is but if he's got enough pull to buy a contract out from under the state I don't want to take a chance he might get upset with being delivered damaged goods. Besides I'll bet this is one fridge bitch, might as well be jacking off from all the action you'd get from her."

"I don't need no action from her, all I want is a warm pussy. I guess you're right though, best not piss off some fat cat, there's plenty more downstairs if I really get hard up."

"Better watch it Ben," the other chuckled, "you might be showing some smarts there, Sergeant hears that he may put you on patrol, maybe even put you in for Corporal."

"God forbid!"

Their conversation barely made it through Lisa's shock induced stupor. Somehow she did realize they had been casually discussing raping her without any concern of her hearing them! They were treating her like she was some kind of animal! Fury began to build inside her, pushing away the fuzz of shock. Finally the elevator door opened into a brightly lit and sterile hallway.

"Let's go meat," the one called Ben said as they pushed her out. It was a short walk to a small vestibule where a female guard was sitting behind a desk.

"Hi Gracie, got one here for ya. Standard processing, owner will be picking it up sometime this afternoon."

"Fine, gime her disk." Ben handed Gracie a small plastic disk which she took and placed in a reader on the top of her desk. "LISA-ISP-0375-22-2044?"

"Ya that sounds right."

"Alright, ok meat forearm in the reader."

"What?" Lisa had barely been paying attention.

"I said forearm in the reader bitch! This is your one and only warning, do what you're told when you're told or you get zapped." She pointed to a hole in the wall next to the desk. Tentatively Lisa stuck her left arm in the hole until it couldn't go in any farther. Feeling a slight tingle in her arm she understood that the machine was reading the chip that was inserted in every citizen, not only being read but reprogrammed with her new ID number. From now on anyone reading her ID chip would instantly know her new status as property.

"Alright meat let's go, through that door."

"Hey Gracie you need help with this one?"

"Get real boys," she rolled her eyes at the two guards. "Get your cheap thrills somewhere else."

"Ah come on Gracie, what's a guy to do?"

"Well you could buy a girl a drink for a start, and then maybe see what happens."

"Ok, well how about tonight after work?"

"Call me later, we'll see. Now shoo, go away."

The two men grinned and left. Gracie pointed with her stun rod toward an open door. Through the door was a large room with tables; open boxes were on the tables.

"Ok Meat, strip and place everything in one of the boxes."

"I..." The stun rod flicked out and barely touched the bare skin of her arm. Pain such as she had never imagined dropped Lisa to the floor where she began to sob uncontrollably.

"That was the low setting meat. I'm resetting it for medium rare now. When I want you to talk I'll ask you a question. This is not a question. Strip and put everything in the box."

Still sobbing Lisa slowly stood up and began to remove her clothing. Every item was inventoried and placed in the box, blouse, skirt, and shoes, even her pantyhose. Next came the incredibly expensive watch Jeff had given her for clinching one of their bigger deals. She was really sorry to see that go, he had been a fat ugly bastard who hadn't washed, and he wanted her to suck him off but had settled for fucking her doggy style. She had really earned that watch. Then her earrings and wedding bands went into the box until at last she stood completely naked in the middle of the room.

"Alright meat, into the chute." Gracie the guard pointed to what looked like a cargo container up against the wall some twenty feet in length. One end was open and was obviously where she was intended to go. Looking back at the guard she quickly moved toward the 'chute' when the rod started towards her.

"Good meat, you learn quick. That will make life easier for you." Then she laughed in a kind of barking yip, "or at least as easy as you're ever going to have."

Once in the chute as plastic door closed behind her and a mechanical voice came out of speakers in the ceiling.

"Keep moving forward, do not stop." It kept repeating itself over and over. She moved.

As she slowly walked through the apparatus she was sprayed with warm soapy water, brushes extended to scrub her down and at the end high velocity air blew her dry, it was very much like an old fashion car wash. When she exited Gracie pointed to another door with the rod. Quickly Lisa moved as ordered.

In the next room were another two guards, one male one female. In the center was a table with foot stirrups and off to the side a small desk.

"On the table meat, feet in the stirrups."

"Why..." This time the pain from the touch of the rod not only knocked her to the floor but left her body shaking and convulsing, it felt like someone had jabbed a knife in her back and twisted it a couple of times.

"Here I though you were a quick learner, meat. Guess it takes longer with some than others. Sal, why don't you help the pretty lady onto the table, strap her down."

Grinning the man bent over the shaking woman and roughly grabbed her arms. Lifting her up he frog walked her to the table where he slammed her down. While he forced her arm in one cuff attached to the side of the table the other guard did the same on the other side. Next he lifted her still shaking leg up and clamped it into one of the stirrups while his partner mirrored his actions with the other leg. As she returned to consciousness Lisa found herself flat on her back, pelvis slightly elevated with her legs spread wide apart, her vagina gapping open and in full view.

"Now usually I don't answer questions from meat, but since I'm sure you're going to love this part I think I'll let you in on what we do now. This is where we do the body cavity search. Wouldn't want you to smuggling any contraband in that high priced cunt of yours, or that tight little ass for that matter. Just wouldn't do." Turning to the female guard she said, "Bev, you got the scope?"

"Sure Gracie," Bev held up a two-foot long tube about an inch in diameter, one end had a clear rounded lens, the other an eyepiece. "You want to do it or you want me to."

"You go ahead, I just want to get done soonest, it's almost time for lunch." Turning back to Lisa she grinned and said, "Now listen meat, I'd recommend you relax and let the ol' tube in just like it was your long lost lover because it's going in no matter what, easy or hard, and if its hard it's going to hurt, real bad. Start with her cunt Bev."

Lisa felt a presence between her legs and shortly thereafter she felt something cold and hard touching the entrance of her vagina. Involuntarily she gasped as the intruder forced it's way into her genital canal. It was uncomfortable but not really painful, the total humiliation of being treated like a, well, like a piece of 'meat, ' stung much worse than the probe. Finally after bumping against her cervix the probe began to withdraw.

"Hey, meat," it was Gracie again, "you take your boyfriends up your shitter much?" When Lisa shook her head no Gracie began to make a small tisking sound. "Too bad meat, if you ain't used to it then this is going to hurt. Well quicker done quicker over. Go on Bev."

Suddenly she felt the probe pushing at the entrance of her anus. Although she tried not to she clenched, resisting the cold, hard, invader. It was futile, the cold metal pressed up against her until finally it popped through her abused sphincter. Lisa felt like she was being torn apart, the pain was incredible!

"Scream if you want to, meat," said Gracie, "it might help a little and nobody can hear you down here anyway." Scream she did, thrashing her head back and forth, tears streaming down her face. Ever inward the invader plunged until she was sure it was going to come out of her mouth. After what seemed an eternity the vile thing stopped and withdrew, leaving her bowels with a soft plop.

"Well I won't say you're the bravest thing we ever had but it's over now. Bev, Sal, sit her up and let's get the collar on her."

The two guards quickly released the crying woman and hauled her up to sit on the edge of the table. Gracie moved over to the desk and picked up a smallish box. Opening the top she pulled out a gold colored metallic band about one inch wide and about ten inches long. It shimmered in the light; golden in hue there were highlights of reds, blues, greens and violets dancing over it as Gracie brought it over to the dazed woman.

"Well meat, your new owner, I'm sorry, your new patron,  sure seems to do things right. This is one of new models. Beautiful little thing ain't it? Slimmer and lighter than the older ones, or them cheap ones the state uses. You should feel darned proud to wear it. I don't own anything this pretty. Must be he's going to want to show you off, now ain't that special."

Without saying anything else Gracie moved behind Lisa and wrapped the band around her neck, she did something and it tightened to fit snuggly against her throat. It reminded her of one of the chokers she used to wear. Lisa always thought a choker accentuated her slim neck and made her look somewhat exotic and sexy. Even given the circumstances she secretly wondered how that beautiful band looked around her neck. Her hand went up to feel its smooth coolness. In front, on the bottom was a small ring dangling down from the band about a half-inch, it didn't feel particularly large or sturdy, she wondered what its purpose was.

"There you go meat, tagged, bagged and ready to go. Now we're going to put you in the holding pen until your owner comes to pick you up. On the holo will be the introduction to the features of your new toy. State thinks it's a good idea for you ISP's to know just what can happen with your control band. Might save some problems in the future."

"Now I'm supposed to brief you on your rights as an ISP. You know, how much they can work you, how often they have to feed you, all that shit. Well here's your rights briefing, you ain't got any. None. No matter what it says in the law it don't mean a thing. There hasn't been a prosecution for abuse of and ISP for the past thirty years. Even that crazy bastard they found cooking his and eating them. All's he got was a stiffly worded letter. The fact is your new owner, yeh we're supposed to call them patrons but no two ways about it meat, he owns your ass and everything else that goes with it. If he took you outside the door here and cut your throat he might get a ticket for littering but that would be about it. My advice to you meat is you do your best to make your new owner as happy as possible because your life depends on it. End of speech. Any questions meat?"

"What about my clothes?"

"Meat, everything you owned went to pay off your debts. If you're lucky your owner will bring you something, otherwise you walk out of here naked. Any more questions? No? Good. Stick her in the pen and let's get some lunch."

The 'pen' was a small room with hard plastic benches in place of chairs. In one corner a holo was running demonstrating the various features of the control band Lisa was now wearing. Guard Gracie was right; it was top of the line. Not only was it a locater, with one call she could be found anywhere in the world within seconds, it also acted as a stun rod permanently affixed to her body. It could be set to a multitude of levels from mild discomfort to instantly lethal. It could be activated by her patron's voice command, remote activator or automatically, such as if she left her owner's property without permission. Add to that it was practically indestructible; there were no clasps or binders, the metal welded together upon installation. It was somewhat flexible but the briefing recommended against any large weight gain as expensive factory adjustment would be required. And above all that it could be set to administer a lethal charge if connected to a medical monitor and the owner dies. So the wearer better not kill their owner and they better hope to god he or she doesn't get killed in an aircar accident away from them!

All in all it was an incredibly sophisticated and deadly little device designed to ensure the complete obedience of the collared IS. Many times Lisa gasped and reached up to touch her beautiful piece of jewelry, understanding now why there had never been a successful IS uprising. Her thoughts kept coming back to this mysterious person who 'saved' her from the bordello and just what he was going to demand from her in return. She may have been vain and cold hearted at times but she wasn't stupid, she already knew she was going to give him whatever he wanted, she simply had no other choice.

"LISA-ISP-0375-22-2044," a guard, one she wasn't familiar with entered the room and read her name off a flimsie. It seemed kind of silly since she was the only one in the room but procedure is procedure. Without looking up he continued, "Follow me, your patron is here to pick you up." Turning around he walked back out the door. With one arm trying to cover her bobbing breasts and the other covering her crotch Lisa followed.

It was a short walk to another room where a number of men were standing around. Most looked at her appraisingly. Even with her hair blown up in a wild configuration, no makeup and hunched over trying to cover herself she was still worth the look. Although she was being studied very carefully none had yet approached her. In the corner of the room she noticed a younger man talking with one of the guards, his back to her. He was of medium height, not slim but not notably overweight, although it was difficult to tell as he was wearing a full-length leather coat that covered him to the knees. His hair was neither very short nor very long but style perfectly in the day's fashion. She couldn't see his face but he seemed to be a fairly attractive young man. The guard was handing him something, not very big, maybe a small key fob. As he did the guard looked over at Lisa, pointed to her and the young man turned around.

"Hello mother, it's good to see you."



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Chapter 2


"Bradley!" Lisa's shout caused every eye not already focused on her to do so immediately. She ran, well not really run, she couldn't while still trying to cover herself, so she scurried as quickly as she could over to her son finally throwing her arms around him, holding on as tightly as possible while sobbing.

"There, there, mother, everything will be alright," he said while patting her bare back.

"Sir is this ISP bothering you?" asked the guard he had been talking to.

"No she's fine. Here, mother, put this on," he handed her a small dress box.

Quickly releasing him she grabbed the box and tore it open. Inside was a plain light blue dress with a pair of flat sandals. Still turned into towards her son Lisa shook out the dress and pulled it over her head. It wasn't much of a dress, just a plain shift, little more than a sack with holes for her head and arms, but at least she wasn't naked anymore! Dropping the sandals to the floor she held onto Bradley's arm while slipping them on her feet. God she felt almost human! This was the first decent thing that had happened to her all day.

"Sir," it was that guard again, "If you've taken custody of your client would you please sign and print the receipt. After that unless you have further questions you are free to go."

Reaching over with his right hand, his left having been taken again by his mother, he quickly scribbled his name and pressed his thumb in the proper block. Thanking the guard he turned and walked toward the exit. There was no need to steer Lisa along, she had a death grip on his arm and it would be problematic whether or not a crowbar would have been enough to get her to release it. Walking quickly with her scampering alongside he made his way out of the building to his waiting aircar.

Once there he unlocked it, opened the passenger door and helped Lisa in. Walking around to the driver side he entered, punched in the destination and watched the manual control column disappear into the dashboard. As the vehicle hummed to life and gently rose above the parking area Brad turned towards his mother studying her as she huddled in the seat, arms crossed over her chest, eyes starring down at the floor.

"How are you doing mother?" he said quietly, breaking the silence.

Raising her head like emerging from a dream Lisa turned her head toward him and focused her eyes. Suddenly she leaned over grabbing the front of his shirt with one hand while resting her head on his chest. Her body shook as she began sobbing; tears ran down her cheeks to be quickly absorbed in his syn-sa-silk shirt. After a while she was able to breath regularly, leaving her head flattened against his chest she released her hold on his shirt and gently smoothed the wrinkles she created. She could hear his heart beat as she pressed against him and marveled how big he had grown in just the past few years.

"It was awful Bradley, just awful!" she simpered. "They treated me like I was some kind of criminal, like a nobody! You wouldn't believe what they did to me! I-I can't even talk about it. Thank god you saved me! Can you believe it they actually talked about sending me to one of those houses; you know which ones I mean, where women sell themselves. I was terrified!"

"Well thank god that's over," she sniffed, pushing herself back away from her son and sitting upright. After doing it she sort of wished she hadn't, he had definitely been nice to lean against, so warm and safe.

"Oh Bradley! I've missed you so much! I haven't seen you since the funeral, I thought about calling but with the lawyers and accountants and everything it just never seemed to be the right time." Trying to smile as she looked up at him she rubbed tears off her cheeks. "What have you been doing? Before coming to my rescue that is."

"Well, to be honest, mostly I was defending myself from those same lawyers and accountants." His eyebrows moved up just a fraction along with the corners of his mouth in just the hint of a smile. "For some reason they seemed to think I was part of the J&J package. Even tried to insist I had put myself up as collateral. Wasn't till I pointed out a minor couldn't collateralize, and of course nobody can do it for someone else, adult or minor. I wonder where they got that crazy idea? Mother, do you know where they got it?'

"Ah, no, of course not!" Lisa felt a bit flustered and turned to look out the window.

"Humm, they thought you might. Even had a paper with your signature on it using me as collateral for one of the loans."

Refusing to meet his eyes she stubbornly kept looking out of her window at the passing cityscape.

"I really don't know dear. Your dad had me sign so many papers. I really didn't know what I was signing. Look at me! I didn't know I was using myself to guarantee a loan! I would never have done it if I had! For either of us."

"Well, that's good to hear mom," just a hint of sarcasm could be heard in his tone. The car began to slow and descended. "Ah, here we are, home sweet home."

The car slowly settled into a car park just outside a row of townhouses. Although not very large they were obviously fairly upscale. Given Lisa's skewed sense of proportion she thought it was just the kind of place one of the free servants would live, or maybe some minor public official. The fact was even these 'modest' digs would have been far above such plebeian pocketbooks.

"This is very nice dear," she remarked as the car door opened allowing her to step down to the walkway. Overhead the car-park roof slid silently closed leaving them in a dim coolness. It was only a step or two up to the front door that opened with Brad's handprint on the lock plate. Stepping aside he waved Lisa in before him.

The front hallway and what she could see of the living and dining areas were tastefully, if a bit sparsely furnished. Very clean and well kept, not at all what she would have expected of a 'bachelor pad.'

"Why Bradley this is very nice indeed." She remarked taking it all in at a glance. "So very clean and neat! But then you were always a neat boy, not at all messy like some of those friends of yours. Do you have a service come in or do you have your own staff?"

"Well the place isn't really big enough to have its own staff," he chuckled. "So I've had a service in once a week. With all my traveling it seemed to work out pretty well. But yes, I do like a clean house. With you here now, and me not traveling quite so much it'll probably need to be cleaned more often. So let me show you around, I know it's small, but I don't need anything much bigger just yet. You can see the living room and dinning area, haven't really used that yet, I usually eat in the kitchen, but let's see the rest of it."

Wandering around he showed her the very large kitchen, laundry room, and ground floor bathroom. Next he took her upstairs to show her the rest of the house. Technically it was a three-bedroom but one of the extra bedrooms had already been converted to a den/work area. The master bedroom was very nice with a huge king sized bed and a master bath whose shower/tub could easily have fit three of four people. Although the décor definitely said 'male' it was tastefully done and wasn't overly masculine to the point of reeking of musk. Just something about it let you know this was the king's room and not the queen's. The only thing that seemed somewhat out of place was the large wicker framed pad placed at the foot of the bed. It looked like a bed for a very large dog but Brad had never mentioned a pet to her and he had never been allowed to have one while living at home. Oh well, she thought, maybe as part of his quest for independence he got a pet when he moved out. Lisa never had been much of a pet person and wasn't overly excited about sharing a house with any kind of animal especially a large one, but beggars can't be choosy.

The third room was a bit of a puzzle. Empty, nothing but bare carpeting. The only break in the expanse being a small round disk of metal set flush in the middle of the floor with what look to be a small hook or clasp sticking up in its center.

"What's going to be in here dear?" she asked. "Is this supposed to be my room?"

"For awhile it will be," he answered. "Until you earn something better anyway."

"What do you mean earn?" Puzzled she looked back at him. He leaned against the wall, arms folded, with a slight smile just barely curving his lips up at the ends.

"I mean earn, mother. I didn't buy you to keep you as a pet." His smile broadened a bit, "You've had the last twenty-one years to lay around and do nothing, now you're going to have to earn your keep."

"Ah, ooh," stunned Lisa could hardly think of what to say. "Well, yes, I understand, I'll help out of course. Supervise the help and such, I'll do what I can."

"Lets get this straight now Lisa," it was the first time Lisa could remember him using her first name and that disturbed her more that anything thus far.

"I'm your mother," she snapped, "I would appreciate it if you would address me as such."

"I'll address you as I see fit," his smile evaporating like it was never there. Straightening up he continued. "I'll call you Lisa, or bitch, or whore, or slut, or anything else I deem fit to call you and you shall address me as Master until I give you permission to use something else. You see my Little Bitch, I own you. I bought you, paid cash, a lot of cash in fact. The state may bid low for a prime whore but it's still a lot of money for a working stiff like me and I fully intend to recoup my investment."

"Bradley! You can't talk to me..." suddenly her ass stung like someone had smacked her with a paddle. "Ouch! That hurt!" Rubbing her bottom she noticed he had an object in his hand, it was the small key fob the guard had given him at the courthouse.

"Of course it hurt," he said grinning. "It's supposed to hurt. It's called adverse conditioning and for the first part of your training it's what we will use to, shall we say, dissuade you from undesirable actions. Later of course when you have had at least the minimum of obedience training we can start using positive reinforcement as a training tool. But for now, until you've been broken to harness as they say, pain is the easiest and quickest way to break down those social barriers that have been engrained over the past forty odd years. How long it will take is up to you. We can do it the easy way or the hard. Easy is most comfortable for you, the hard way a bit more pleasurable to me. I have to admit I still harbor a great deal of repressed resentment for you abandoning me while I was young. At least that's what the therapist has told me, and what the hell it's as good an excuse as any."

"But, but, Brad... ouch!" His name was barely out of her mouth when she felt another sharp slap on her butt. It hurt a lot but the funny thing was it didn't feel sore when she rubbed it, the pain was intense while it lasted but was gone almost immediately, only to remain in her memory.

"A slow learner huh?" he said his grin widening. "Right now I have it set to feel like a cane to your ass, one of the lowest settings by the way. I can set if for broken bones, fingernails pulled out or even a hot poker stuck up your ass. Pretty amazing, it works by sending signals directly to the nerves in your spinal cord. No physical damage of course, but you won't know the difference when it happens. Do you want to try some of the other settings just to see what they feel like?"

"N-No Br-Master," she said starting to sob. Her mind was numb, her body shaking, this couldn't be happening to her! Suddenly she became angry. He couldn't do this to her! I'm his mother for god's sake! She had to stop this now!

"You can't do this to me!" she shouted. "I'm not some animal you can train to do tricks!" Almost immediately the pain began. One round after another two, three, four, they seemed to come one after until she lost count and crumpled to the floor twitching and writhing.

"Well," he said with an exaggerated sigh, "they said it wouldn't be easy training you on my own. You see I took a course on training ISP's. I suppose I could do it the easy way and enroll you in their program, but I wanted to do it myself. Well, maybe not all by myself but that's for later, after all you are my mother and family should do for family shouldn't they? Besides this is so much more fun, for both of us. I've seen their program and believe me, I'm just pissed at you, they on the other hand really enjoy giving pain. But then they do guarantee their work; unfortunately the results tend to be blithering, simpering and subhuman at times. Well, it's always an option."

"Now stand up and take off your clothes. I want to see my new property."

Sobs still racking her body Lisa stumbled upright and slowly began to tug the shift over her head. Holding the dress in front of her trying to hide her nakedness he pointed to the floor and she dropped it. Immediately she pressed one arm over her breasts and cupped her groin with the other hand, head down in shame.

"Sandals," was all he said and she slowly slipped them off her feet.

"Now stand up straight, arms to your side. Pretend you're in the army and at attention. We'll teach you the proper way to present yourself to your master later; right now this is good enough."

She did what she was told, standing a still as she could while still shaking as he walked around her.

"Very nice, Little Bitch," he said from behind her, "I see you have been taking care of my property. Not bad for an old broad, not bad at all."

The 'old broad' crack hurt, Lisa had always prided herself on her appearance and had worked harder at that then anything else over the past twenty years.

"Still pretty firm," she felt him grab the cheek of her ass and shivered, his touch was repugnant, it made her skin crawl.

"Please don't Bra-Master," she whimpered. Again the pain from the ghost slap hit her and she cried softly.

"Unless I give you and order, to which you answer 'Yes, Master, ' or I ask you a question you will remain silent. Do you understand, Little Bitch?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Yes, Master," she said louder.

"Better, ' he said smugly. "Now, what is it you don't want me to do? Grab you like this?" With that he grabbed an ass cheek in his hand and gripped as tightly as he could. She whimpered again both from the pain and the humiliation of having someone groping her without her permission, something that had never happened before.

"Get used to it Little Bitch," he said coming around to the front. "You exist now only to serve and please me." Reaching out with both hands he cupped her breasts and gently squeezed them, to her horror her nipples began to enlarge and stand up on their own. Seeing this he released one tit and began rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb, causing it to grow even larger. Lisa began whimpering again, this time from the pleasure his ministrations were giving her. She hated her reaction but her traitorous body continued to respond to his touch.

"You kind of like this don't you Little Bitch?"

"Nooo."

"No what, Little Bitch?"

"N-No Master." Tears were running down her face uncontrollably now.

"Well, you will," he chuckled, "soon you will now only like it but crave it, beg for my touch. These really are nice tits. I've heard I can have them stimulated to start lactating, fresh milk anytime I wanted. It's not like you breast-fed me when I was a baby. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

"Nooo." Again the pain briefly flared in her ass. "No, Master!"

"But you will, Little Bitch. Notice I call you Little Bitch. That is your name until you earn another one. Now on you back, knees up to your chest, bare yourself to me."

Without even trying to protest Lisa slowly dropped to the floor and keeping her legs together drew them back towards her chest.

"Spread 'em, I want to see your cunt." Whimpering she spread her knees apart, face burning red, knowing her vagina was open and bare to his gaze. Trembling like a leaf she felt his fingers softly stroke her downy patch of pubic hair, trimmed short but still covering most of her venus mons. Against her will she could feel herself lubricating, reading herself for sex. She whimpered louder and shut her eyes tightly, hoping against hope he wouldn't recognize the reaction of her traitorous body, but she wasn't to be so lucky.

"Well this hair will have to go at the very least. Ah, you see, you do like this," he said as he slowly pushed one finger and then another into her glistening slot. "This is good. Maybe you're a natural submissive and your training won't take as long as I thought. I guess that shouldn't be much of a surprise, normally women don't put out for strange men just because their husbands want them too, so there must be at least a bit of a sub in you somewhere. I don't know if I really like that or not. I was looking forward to slowly breaking you, paying you back for all those years you and that asshole I called father shut me out of your lives. You know what it's like being bundled up and sent off, shut away, hidden out of sight like a piece of trash you are ashamed of?"

"I'm sooo sorry Bradley, I mean Master!" It was becoming difficult to think as his fingers pistoned in and out of her now sopping vagina. She could feel an orgasm starting to build which also shocked her, she almost never came during sex, it was always something she had to do to herself afterwards. But now for some reason, maybe the ghastly humiliation of her position or the shear perversion of having her own son finger fucking her was starting that itchy, pressure of an oncoming orgasm. She didn't want it. To orgasm under these conditions would be tantamount to admitting she enjoyed this abuse. She didn't want it but her body did.

Sensing her imminent release Brad quickly withdrew his fingers as she whimpered now with frustration. She wanted him to finish her off, desperately wanted him to, but the fingers didn't return.

"We don't want you cumming just yet, oh no," she heard him say. "That's something you're going to have to beg for, something you're going to have to earn." Then she felt a finger probe her anus. Remembering the probe from the processing center she involuntarily tightened up causing him to chuckle as he pressed his unlubricated digit in.

"You have a nice tight asshole here, Little Bitch," he said. "When you finish your training we're going to have a lot of fun I can see that now."

Horror at the thought overpowered her fear of the pain and she gasped, "No Bradley, we can't do that! That would be incest!"

"Let me see, that should be at least two, one for not calling me Master and another for speaking out of turn." He sat up and fondled the control fob as she cringed, waiting for her punishment. Instead he looked at her and grinned.

"This time I think I'll let you get away with it, but just because I want you to hear what I'm saying with no distractions. First, legally anything we do isn't considered incest. You are an ISP, not really human; there are no more ramifications for me fucking you than if I drilled some piece down at one of the whore houses. Secondly, you never were really my mother. You were the egg donor and incubator for nine months and that's it. You never acted like my mother and never were so I don't consider it incest. Thirdly, what you think is meaningless." Standing up he looked down at her, his eyes taking in the sight of the still splayed cunt and closed eyes as she softly sobbed.

"I had a lot of time to think about just what I would do to you, and to dad for that matter, if I ever got the chance. There were times I hated you so much I wanted nothing more that to see you dead, but then there were other times when I cried myself to sleep missing you. It wouldn't have mattered, hug me, hit me, scream at me, anything just to let me know I really was your son. Now it looks like I've been granted my wish, must be I have a pretty good fairy godmother. So now I have to decide just what I'm going to do with you. I suppose I could chain you up to a wall and torture you until you die." As he said that she rolled over onto her side and began crying in earnest. Tears poured down her cheek wetting the carpet as she struggled to breath in enough air to keep going.

"But I don't think so," he said bring his fingertips to her lips. "No, that would be a horrible waste. No, I think instead I will make you into the mother I never had. A nice little homemaker, someone to clean and cook, providing for my every need. Yes, that's what I finally decided. Maybe I'll get you pregnant. I missed not having a little brother or sister and besides children of my own sound nice." Reaching down he grabbed her hair and pulling her upright drew her head back until she was looking him in the eyes. "Does that sound fair, mom?"

"Y-Yes Master," she whispered. "But Master, I don't know how to do any of that. I don't know how to take care of a home."

"Ah, but you will, I've seen to that. You will be trained, and taught everything you'll need to know, but that's for tomorrow, get up; I'm going to show you the rest of the house. Then we eat, afterwards you may rest in your room until I need you." Straightening up he stepped out into the hallway and waited for her to follow. Still walking with one arm covering her breasts and the other over her crotch she almost tripped twice before he ordered her to keep her hands at her sides.

"You don't need to cover up," he chuckled, "you might as well get used to being naked because that's what you'll be until you earn clothing. Besides I like looking at you, you really are a fine looking woman even if you are old enough to be my mother."

Already having seen the upstairs and the ground floor he took her down to the basement. It wasn't particularly large, just enough room for a washer/dryer, wrinkle remover and a good number of exercise machines.

"As you can see you'll be spending a good bit of your time down here. Of course doing the laundry, but also exercising. I won't have my property go soft and flabby, so you'll be down here two hours a day four days a week. I'm having a trainer set up an exercise program for you, but that will start in a day or two. Now back upstairs to the kitchen."

He pointed to the stairs, obviously wanting her to precede him. As she climbed the stairs she could almost feel his eyes burning into her ass as her hips gently swayed back and forth. The shame of having her own son staring at her backside brought a bright red flush to her cheeks. But that wasn't the only place she felt blood rushing to. Unbidden she remembered his fingers plunging into her pussy and the wonderful pressure that started to build until he had finally taken them away. Unconsciously lubrication began to moisten her cunt. Her hips began to swing even farther with each step until each stride became a little bump and grind. Realizing what she was doing, displaying for her son, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to plod along with only minimal movement of the butt. Brad chuckled behind her and even more blood raced to her face.

Back in the kitchen Brad removed two prepared meals from the cupboard, broke the heating tab on the side and set them down to heat.

"I expect that you will be cooking the meals within the next few days," he said. "I get a bit tired of these prepared meals and restaurant food. I hope fresh food will taste better, not that I've ever really had the chance to try much. Boarding school cafeteria slop doesn't quite compare. I remember the cooks you used to have and the few times I would eat there. That and the times a girlfriend would have me over for dinner. Well no matter, I intend to get used to it and you're going to be the one doing the cooking." The thought made her cringe, the closest Lisa had come to cooking in the past twenty years was picking up a menu.

Picking up the two trays Brad walked over to the kitchen table, set one down on the table and the other he placed on the floor.

"Here you go Little Bitch, dinner." He laughed a little at the incredulous look on her face. "When you cook you can eat at the table. When I have to cook you eat on the floor."

"I will not eat on the floor like some kind of animal!" she screamed. Barely two heartbeats later pain was coursing through her body the likes of which she had never felt before. It wasn't the sharp sting of a paddle it was more like molten lead being poured directly into her veins! On and on it went until she could feel the blessed oncoming darkness of unconsciousness. Unfortunately before that could happen the pain went away like someone turned off a switch, which of course was exactly what happened. Blinking her eyes and looking around she noticed she was now on the floor. Body still reverberating with echoes of pain, somewhat like standing next to a large ringing bell, she looked up at her son's face trying to fathom what she saw in his eyes. It would have been easy to hate him, still may be easy to hate him she thought, especially if she could see the enjoyment she expected to find lurking there, but she didn't, find any enjoyment anyway. What she did see was, inscrutable, not readily definably in her experience. His eyes were hard, lips pursed, like a man doing a distasteful, although necessary task. She didn't know what frightened her more, the thought he was doing this to her for his own pleasure and revenge or that he was doing this as a coolly calculated plan. If the former then she was in for a seriously rough time she reasoned since nothing would placate him except her pain, if the latter then maybe he would stop if she did what he wanted.

Lisa never had been a particularly strong-willed woman. Go with the flow was her motto, go along to get along. One reason she had allowed herself to be whored out by her husband was it had been easier to sleep with the creeps than to listen to his whining about how she didn't care about the business and she wouldn't pull her own weight. Well he was right about one thing, she didn't care about the business, not as long as the money kept coming in and if all it took was allowing some fat old prick to stick it in her -- well that didn't bother her overly much.

"That was one of the medium settings mother," he said, his voice almost completely devoid of emotion. "I hope that will never be needed again. Let's you and I come to a little understanding right now. You do everything I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, without backtalk and I won't use this setting on you again. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, Master," Lisa whispered still looking at his eyes. "I will do what you tell me."

"Good," his lips twitching up in a hint of a smile. "Now eat your dinner, Little Bitch, you're going to need your strength in the near future."

Folding her legs under her, attempting to minimize contact with the cool kitchen floor, Lisa bent forward trying to daintily pick at the meal with the disposable spork. She didn't feel very hungry, sitting naked on the kitchen floor was not her preferred dinning method, but right now doing what she was told seemed to be very important. If Brad had told her to eat dog shit off the floor she probably would have done it.

After dinner he ordered her to pick up both trays and dispose of them in the refuse chute. With bowed head she asked for permission to use the toilet. Without comment Brad showed her the bathroom attached to her 'room.'

"In fact," he said as he was getting ready to leave her to her business, "why don't you take a shower after your done. I like my women clean. Towels are hanging over there. They are for drying only, not to wear. Come down to the living room when you're finished." With that he left.

Although she didn't feel there was much need for a shower, she was still clean from the scrubbing at the courthouse processing center; the momentary resistance to her son's order was burned away by the memory of the latest 'minor correction.' Hell she thought, if he wanted her to take four showers a day that's his business not hers. Besides the longer she was in here the longer she was away from him. He may have saved her from the whorehouse but she still wasn't sure it hadn't been a case of going from the pan into the fire. Letting the warm water wash over and massage her body allowed her to think about just what he did intend for her.

It was obvious he was going to use her for sex. His explorations and comments made that pretty clear. The thought of doing the dirty with her son made her skin crawl. But at least he was reasonably good looking, in shape and clean. She couldn't say she really knew him that well, his complaints about abandonment stung just a little bit there, but from what she remembered he had always been a fastidious boy.

Could it be any worse that some of the pigs that had had her before? Unlikely, so if that was the worst he would do she would just grit her teeth and let him, it's not like she had to participate other than physically being there. His boast that she would beg for his touch was of course utter nonsense.

Finishing Lisa picked a towel off a hanger and dried herself. Her hair was still damp but she didn't see a hairdryer, but as short as it was it wouldn't take very long to dry. She did find a comb in the vanity over the sink along with toothpaste, toothbrush and various other sundries. No depilatory though. Years before she had the hair on her legs and underarms permanently removed so that wasn't a problem, but if he wanted her to shave her pubic region he'd have to get her something to do it with.

Still very uncomfortable about being naked she walked slowly down the stairs and into the living room. Brad was sitting in a comfortable easy chair that looked big enough to be called a rocking, elevated loveseat. On the floor next to the chair was a cushion.

""Kneel here," he said, pointing to the cushion without looking away from the image projected above the holovision platform. Kneeling down as she was told, keeping as still as possible, wondering what he had in mind for her. The answer wasn't long in coming.

"This is where I want you while I'm here and while you aren't actively doing any other task," he stated again without looking at her. "This is where I unwind for a little while at night. I want you here in case I want something to drink, eat, maybe even conversation, or something else." Reaching over he casually ran his fingers up and down her bare back. Lisa shivered at his touch and her nipples hardened perceptibly. It's just cool in here, she thought, his touch feels gross. That's what she tried to think anyway. Unfortunately it's really rather difficult to lie to one's self and she was a bit disgusted to have to admit that she sort of enjoyed the feel of his fingers as they lightly brushed over her skin. It wasn't a grope, or even overtly sexual, maybe if it had been it would have been easier to feel nothing. But it wasn't, it was almost a caress, more like just a touch as if to say, "I know you're there, this is right where I want you."

Unconsciously she arched her back just a little, feeling his nails slightly scrape her skin as they slowly moved up and down her spine. Just from the base of the neck down to about the middle of her back. She was facing the holovision but she didn't watch it, it was some boring show discussing the business climate in South America or something like that. Her eyelids half closed she knelt just letting her body experience his soft ministrations.

Amazingly she felt safe, and comfortable for all that she was naked. A mere twelve or so hours ago she had been an independent adult cheerfully snapping orders to her own set of servants, and now she knelt naked next to her masters chair being petted like some contented cat. Somewhere inside her the rage against the inequity of the situation still smoldered but numbness seemed to cloud her mind preventing it from clawing its way to the surface. It was like pink gauze wrapped her every though, it was much easier just to rest there and do nothing, think nothing.

Lisa had no idea how long they stayed there; time and reality had no meaning to her in this shut down state. At some point she realized she couldn't feel his hand on her back anymore and missed the comfort of that touch. Her knees were beginning to ache, she had never knelt in this position so long before and even with the cushion her ankles and knees seemed to be frozen in one position, however compared to the pain generated by the collar it was nothing. That pain she feared, especially the second level he had used only once, she shivered at the mere thought of that intense burning sensation. That was to be avoided at all costs!

Sometime later she heard his chair move to the upright position and she looked up to see him stand over her. His eyes were expressionless but there was a slight smile, just hinted at, on the corner of his lips.

"Come along, Little Bitch," he said, "it's not that late but you've had a big day and your going to need your rest for tomorrow. Get up now, we're going upstairs."

Lisa tried to stand up on wobbly legs. Staying in that unaccustomed position for that length of time made her legs feel numb and unresponsive. Using the arm of the chair to help herself up she stood and following his direction tottered up to the second floor.

As they approached the door to his bedroom she wondered with dread if he was going to take her in there tonight. It was with no little surprise and maybe, just maybe, a little disappointment when they pass it and he stopped in front of the bathroom. Using his hand he ushered her in.

"Use the toilet now; you won't be able to for the rest of the night. From now on you will be taking a shower right before bedtime but since you already had one a little while ago I think we can forgo it tonight. But from now on unless I tell you differently you will shower just before bed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Bra... Master."

He didn't answer but watched as she sat on the toilet. Her face burned as she realized he wasn't going to give her privacy and this inhibited her somewhat.

"Get used to it, Little Bitch," he chuckled. "Your body is mine now, if I want to watch you take a piss or shit I will. Now squeeze it out, if you don't you'll be hurting by morning."

Grunting and trying to ignore him standing over her she finally was able to force out a little urine and a couple of pieces of shit. Looking around she saw a wet towellet dispenser instead of the normal roll. Using one of the towellets she gently cleaned herself and threw the used wipe in the bowel.

"Take your time and clean yourself well, I want you clean. I won't tolerate lapses in personnel hygiene." Taking the hint she took another wipe and cleaned herself again. "Do you think you're clean enough?" Nodding she immediately looked up and quickly said, "Yes, Master."

"Good. Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? Well let's just see how clean you really are. Stand up, turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks apart."

Moving slowly she did what he told her. When she didn't spread her cheeks apart wide enough he gave her a relatively mild smack on the ass and said, "Wider." Spreading them as far as she could, her face again burning with the embarrassment of knowing her son was able to see the small rosebud of her anus. Suddenly she felt his finger running up and down the crack of her ass, stopping to gently poke at her anus but this time without fully entering. Soon his touch was gone and he was telling her to turn around and kneel. She did, the tile hard and cold on her knees.

"Do you think you cleaned yourself adequately Little Bitch?"

"Yes Master," she said shaking her head yes.

"Good then you won't mind licking my finger clean will you?" He brought his finger up to where it almost touched her lips.

"Please Bradley don't make me do this!" Almost instantly she felt three painfully sharp cracks on her ass, one right after the other. She started crying and wanted to do nothing but fall to the floor.

"Now, you have been doing so well there, it's a shame you need to be reminded that you don't have a say in the matter. Now start sucking or we'll just have to go up to the next level."

"NO, Master! I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Lunging for his finger she sucked it into her mouth and started rolling it around on her tongue. It had smelled a bit musty and the taste wasn't quite right although not bad. The thought of where it had been almost made her gag, but the thought of feeling the second level of punishment made her such even harder. She would have eaten a bowl of crap rather than feel that again. Finally he took his finger out of her mouth and tilted her head up to look him in the eye.

"That may happen anytime. I want you clean; clean enough for you to eat off of. Now stand up and follow me."

He turned and walked out the door with her trailing behind. He went directly to "her" room and entered. She followed him over to the center of the room near the metal disk in the floor. Reaching down he grasped the clasp centered in the disk and pulled it up. It was attached to a fine wire. Bring the clasp up to beneath her chin he did something she couldn't see and she heard a snap. He had attached the clasp to the ring on her collar.

"There, this will keep you from wandering around at night and getting lost. Now this will give you about five feet to move around in, which should be plenty. So now I would suggest you get some sleep. Like I said before tomorrow will be a busy day."

"B-But Master," Lisa stammered, "what do I sleep on?"

"Why the floor of course. Oh, maybe when your training progresses a bit you can sleep on the cushion I keep at the foot of my bed, but I don't think we're anywhere near there yet. So good night, Little Bitch, see you in the morning."

With that he closed the door and the wall lighting automatically dimmed. Lisa collapsed onto the floor in and heap and began to cry. She didn't stop until sometime early in the morning when she finally fell into an exhausted and troubled sleep.



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Chapter 3


The room was still dark when she woke. The lights wouldn't respond to her voice and neither would the window tinting. She had no idea what time it was but she knew it must be sometime early morning since she was hungry and needed to go to the bathroom. Standing up she tried to move but the leash wouldn't let her get to the door. So she got as close to it as possible and sat down to wait.

She heard the doorbell buzzing faintly downstairs and muffled voices. Considerably later, she was almost dancing she needed to go to the bathroom so badly, the bedroom door opened and the lights came up. Jumping to her feet Lisa saw Brad step through the door, with him was a woman.

The first thing that struck Lisa was how attractive this new woman was. Tall, almost as tall as Brad, shoulder length dark brown hair pulled back in a French braid, ample, although not overly large bosom, narrow waist and full hips. She had long, incredibly long, tapering legs that highlighted by the incredibly sexy, and maybe a bit comical uniform she wore. It was a traditional 'French Maid' costume. Very short skirt, deeply veed cleavage, a small white apron tied in back, four-inch stiletto heels and stockings. She looked every inch the caricature of a French maid.

"Good morning, Little Bitch!" Brad said cheerfully. "I have someone here you need to meet. This is Cleo. She's a temporary I've rented to help with your training. Cleo knows how a household is supposed to be run and she's going to teach you. Now I've already gone over with her any special requirements and she's ready to go. Until your training is complete you are to do everything Cleo tells you. You are to obey her as you would me. Now let me unsnap you..." stepping forward he touched the thumb lock that allowed the clasp to release, "... and turn you over to her." Turning to Cleo he said, "Do you need anything? If not I'm going into the office for a while. If you need me you know how to reach me."

"Of course Master Bradley," she replied. "We'll be just fine here. Little Bitch and I will get started on the housework and her training right away."

"Very good, Cleo. I'll see you both later." With that he turned and left the room.

Lisa noticed that as Bradley left the new woman, Cleo, had bowed her head along with the upper portion of her body. Straighten up she turned back to Lisa, cocking her head she slowly looked the nude women over, almost like she was inspecting a piece of furniture looking for defects. Her expression indicated she wasn't all that impressed. Indignation welled up in Lisa and she returned the look with barely contained fury.

"Mmmm," Cleo started, "I guess I've seen worst to start with. You definitely have the potential but I can see we're going to have to work on that attitude right away." Stepping forward Cleo reached up and hooked a snap attached to a thin line to the ring on Lisa's collar. The line was joined to a bracelet clamped around Cleo's left wrist, a small fob, much like the one Brad had been holding the day before was also attached to the bracelet was gripped in her left hand between thumb and forefinger. She held it up so Lisa could clearly see it.

"This is a training leash Little Bitch. It's like the Master's activator but is controlled by me. That means I control you. During your training period I will be your mistress, your lord, your god. You will address me as Mistress Cleo and will afford me the same respect and deference due the Master. Is that clear?"

Lisa raised her chin and gave this impertinent wench the same cold stare she would any servant who displeased her. Cleo smiled and caressed the activator in her hand. Instantly pain coursed through Lisa's body, different from the faux-cane hits Bradley had given her, these seemed to pervade her entire body and not just her rear end, but not quite as intensely painful as the 'medium' setting he had use the one time. Lisa gasped as her body shook but as soon as it started it ended.

"Tisk, tisk, Little Bitch," Cleo chuckled. "I thought you were smarter than that. First off when spoken to by your masters you bow your head and look at the floor. Secondly the only two acceptable answers are 'Yes Mistress Cleo' or 'I don't understand Mistress Cleo.' Now is that clear?"

"Yes," Lisa forced out through clenched teeth. "Fine."

Again the pain hit her, this time lasting for what seemed forever but was in reality only about two to three seconds.

"A bit of a slow learner aren't you, Little Bitch?" Cleo laughed. "Well it's your body. Just for your information, this doesn't hurt me a bit. I can do this all day if needed. The more you resist the harder it will be for both of us. Well, actually a lot harder on you of course, and in the end the result will be the same. You will break, everybody breaks. Oh, mind you, I've seen some last for a couple of weeks, for most it only takes a couple of days. Although I will say the ones who take the longest seem to end up being the most compliant in the end. It's up to you really. The journey can be difficult and painful or easy and quick; the destination is already a forgone conclusion. So what will it be Little Bitch, the hard way or the easy way?"

Lisa was gulping air into her lungs that had been forced out by the pain constrictions. Looking up into Cleo's eyes she didn't see the hate or delight in having given pain she expected to see, just curiosity. Lisa realized then and there that Cleo didn't really care which way it was going to be, hard or easy was the same to her; she intended to do her job either way. The fight seemed to drain away with that epiphany, her head bowed down and eyes went to the floor.

"Easy, Mistress Cleo," she said softly, "easy."

"Wise choice, Little Bitch." Straightening up Cleo gestured towards the bathroom. "Right now I'm sure you need to use the toilet so let's take care of that first."

Cleo followed Lisa into the bathroom and watched she sat and voided herself. Embarrassed by her watcher Lisa bit her lip and turned her face toward the wall. As if reading her mind Cleo again chuckled.

"Get used to it," she said. "You're an ISP now. You own nothing the master doesn't grant you and right now that means you have nothing, which includes privacy. Until your training is complete you and I will be close enough that we might as well be joined at the hip." Lifting her wrist and shaking the training leash lightly she continued, "Well maybe not exactly at the hip."

Blushing furiously Lisa kept her eyes down as she took a towellet and wiped herself.

"Oh by the way, Master Bradley told me about his, mmm, unique method of checking your personnel hygiene. He told me to randomly use it myself so you might want to take that into account when you clean yourself." Quickly Lisa grabbed another towellet and scrubbed herself even harder.

"Very good, Little Bitch. Now for breakfast." Walking down to the kitchen she was told to retrieve two of the pre-prepared breakfasts from the pantry and pulled the tab to start the self-heating cycle. Cleo sat at the table while Lisa again ate on the floor. While they were eating Cleo continued to lecture Lisa on the morning breakfast routine.

"The Master wants his breakfast at 0700 hours weekday mornings. Weekends will be one half hour after he gets up. Once he approves your proposed menu for the week and we order the groceries you will be responsible for fixing it."

"But I don't know how to cook!" Lisa blurted out. "Ouch! Ah, Mistress Cleo."

"That's just to remind you that proper address is required at all times. Don't worry about cooking, you'll learn how just like you'll learn everything else. It's not really very difficult and you might just find it's rather pleasant. I've always found it satisfying being able to take raw ingredients and turning them into a tasty wholesome meal. But we'll start on that this afternoon. Now we'll spend some time looking at what we have here to work with."

For the next hour Lisa and Cleo looked through every drawer and cabinet in the kitchen. Everything was removed and examined. Cleo gave a brief description for each utensil and what it was used for. Lisa was amazed and the variety and sheer number of different implements, she just knew she would never be able to remember what they were or their function. Cooking was something someone else did for her; the how's and whys were a complete mystery to her. Although they looked clean to Lisa Cleo insisted they needed to be cleaned before use and most were loaded into the kitchen washer. Luckily in this day and age the only things that needed to be hand washed were those things that were simply to large to be loaded, few enough items.

Unfortunately Lisa found out that bathrooms and houses didn't have an auto-clean cycle. After they located the cleaning supplies, neat freak Master Bradley was fully supplied in that department, she learned what hard work cleaning could be. Under her tutor's watchful eye, and with a few less than gentile reminders, Lisa learned all about scrubbing toilets, scouring shower stalls and mopping floors. After what seemed an eternity the bathrooms received Cleo's grudging approval and it was time for lunch. Again it was the table for Cleo and the floor for Lisa.

After lunch it was laundry. The miracle of modern fabrics made it almost impossible to make any really bad mistakes, but while the washer/dryer took care of the cleaning it didn't fold or put away what was cleaned. This again entailed going through every drawer and closet in the Master's bedroom learning where everything belonged. One drawer held the maid uniforms that Cleo was wearing, prompting Lisa to ask a question.

"Mistress Cleo," she started. "Where will you be sleeping? In my room?"

"I'll sleep wherever Master Bradley wants me to," was her reply. "I suppose it could be the serf bed in his room but I'm hoping it will be his bed, that's much more comfortable."

"You expect to sleep with him Mistress?"

"No I am hoping to sleep with him." Seeing Lisa's shocked look she sighed and continued, "You still don't get it do you? This is the easiest gig I have ever seen for an IS. Maybe being kept as someone's pet might be better, but believe me it could be a lot worse. I've seen a lot worse and I've done a lot worse." They were passing through the kitchen at that time, stopping she pointed to a chair, indicating Lisa should sit down.

"Let me give you a short primer on life in the bigs as we say. I was three years into college, double major, economics and business management. Actually it's ironic that one, because here I was taking business and finance and I got myself in a shit load of debt trouble. No one to blame but myself, I liked the fast life and credit was easy. Hell, the credit companies were falling all over themselves to extend me credit, and why not I had me to back it up. Well it got so I couldn't even cover the interest payments and --here I am. I did two years in a state whorehouse fucking and sucking anything that walked through the door. First I did it like most of the whores, just lie back and take it, then I got smart, actually tried to make it enjoyable for the 'customer.' I started getting noticed, you know, they started requesting me by name. Got a good reputation and had my contract bought out by one of the private houses. Another couple of years there and I was doing more personnel services than just hooking. Kind of like this, training newbie's, planning parties, a whole bunch of different crap. Your ISP right?"

Lisa nodded, quickly adding, "Yes, Mistress Cleo."

"Good recovery, maybe you will learn given time. Anyway you think being ISP must be about the worst, wishing maybe it was just IST and you would have something to look forward to right? Well I'm IST and my debt will be paid off in about six months. Believe me that 'T' for temporary isn't that big a deal. What do you think I'll have when I walk out that door the last time? Nothing, that's what, zero, zilch, nada. I won't have a dime to my name and what do you think I'll be able to do for money, for food? Can't hook, the state won't let you do that without a license and if you get caught it's right back in the system. The fact is most IST's are back in the system in less than two weeks of their release, mostly as ISP's. So much for being free. So what's a girl to do? Find somewhere I can stay that's what. Maybe, just maybe, if I do the best I can and Master Bradley likes what I do then maybe he'll keep me, maybe even after my contract is up."

"Look I don't know what his plans are for you. Maybe he'll keep you and maybe not. Maybe he won't need or want two women in his house but I'm going to do my damnedest to show him he wants me. I plan to keep him well fucked, well fed, clean, happy and give him the best trained ISP he's ever seen. You understand that bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress Cleo."

"That's good because if making him happy means I have to break you too a bloody pulp, I'm going to do it and not think twice about

it." Leaning back in the chair she smiled. "And as for fucking him, my god woman, just look at him! Christ, he's handsome, rich and single. Unless he's got a dick about an inch long or is a closet sadist that won't be a chore it'll be a pleasure. Hey, just because I've been a whore doesn't mean I don't like sex; I just don't have any hang-ups about it now. If you had any brains you'd be trying to climb in his bed also"

"Mistress Cleo, did he tell you I'm his mother?"

"No kidding? Well ain't that a kick in the pants! So tell me all about it."

Slowly Lisa related the story of her life. She thought about glossing over the parts about sending Brad away and his feeling of abandonment but it just seemed to come out by itself. Probably for the best she thought, it would come out later anyway.

"Well don't that beat all!" Cleo cackled when Lisa finished. "So he's got mommy dearest back and is going to make her into the mommy he never had. Well in that case I would suggest you suck up and transform into Mrs. Cleaver as soon as you can."

"Mrs. Cleaver, Mistress? Well never mind, now you know why I can't have sex with him."

"Bullshit. It doesn't change anything except he's got a real personnel interest in breaking you. So unless you really have your heart set on being really miserable for a long time I would start thinking about just what words you should be using to get him to screw you. Well, it's your ass not mine. I'm planning to give him as much pussy as he can stand, and anything else for that matter. So he wants to breed you? God that would be great! I wonder if he would do me also. I've never had kids and that would be absolutely fucking wonderful! Lactation too? Not sure I'd want my boobs dripping all the time but crap if it made him happy I'd get one in chocolate and the other vanilla. Well, enough of this, shooting the shit doesn't get him any happier and you any better trained. Next is meal planning and grocery ordering."

Meal planning wasn't difficult; there were literally thousands of recipes loaded in the kitchens compsole already. On the calendar function you just punched what meal and when, it then calculated the ingredients required and compiled a list ready to be sent to the local grocery supplier. Once approved by Bradley the list would be sent to the supplier and delivered the next day.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent in learning and demonstrating the proper forms of address and posturing. Not knowing exactly what Bradley expected Cleo put Lisa through all the standard and submissive routines she knew. Naturally Lisa didn't like them and corrections were frequent and harsh.

"Listen you stupid bitch," Cleo finally growled at her. "Bowing and groveling are the easiest way to placate a master or mistress, especially one that's pissed off at you! Now get down there and put your head on the floor before I give you a jolt that'll crack your ribs!"

About half an hour before Bradley was due home Cleo stopped and told Lisa it was time to prepare for the masters return.

"He will come home not only to a clean house, nice dinner but to clean and pretty house servants. Now get upstairs and we'll get a quick shower."

Once in the bathroom Lisa expected Cleo to unfasten her leash before she got in the shower, but that didn't happen. Slipping it off her wrist she hung the bracelet on a hook attached to the wall.

"Just so you know when the bracelet isn't in contact with my body and it moves it gives you a shock. So while I'm undressing you might want to be careful and not move it." Cleo proceeded to strip off her uniform, kicked the heels into the bedroom and climb into the shower with Lisa.

"Come on stupid, we don't have all day, start scrubbing, what's the matter haven't you ever seen another woman naked before? Never taken a shower with one of your girl friends back in school? Oh here is some depilatory, you said he wanted you bare down there and bare you will be. Me too for that matter." True to her word Cleo squeezed a little from the tube and rubbed it over her carefully trimmed pubic hair. After just a few seconds the hair seemed to dissolve like magic, rinsing away leaving her a bare of hair as a newborn babe. Holding the tube Lisa couldn't bring herself to act. Snorting Cleo grabbed the tube, squeezed out another dab and started rubbing it on Lisa's groin. Lisa tensed up and started to push Cleo's hand away from her. Using her other hand Cleo slapped Lisa's and started to reach for the bracelet.

"Look bitch I'm not trying to play any games with you now, we don't have time for this! Either you start moving or I start jolting, got it!"

"Yes Mistress," Lisa whispered and started to soap and shampoo herself while her pubic hair dissolved and ran down the drain.

"Besides Little Bitch," Cleo grinned. "The Master gave you to me for training. If I decided to fist fuck your ass or have you spend and hour licking my cunt you'll do it and pretend to enjoy it. Now you're lucky, I don't normally swing to women but it doesn't bother me and I do like having my pussy licked. I wouldn't be surprised if sometime he wanted us to perform for him. Men really get off on watching two women make it. If he does you'd better grin and stick your tongue out because if you don't I'll make your life hell, got that?"

"Yes Mistress Cleo," then she blurted out, "but I've never been with another women like that before."

"Really? A good corporate whore like you and you never had a woman client that needed your attention? Amazing! Well there's a first time for anything. Soon you're going to learn to make love to a woman; if he ever tells us to do it I want you ready. I don't care if you like it or not, you will do it, you will be enthusiastic and you will put on a show that will knock his socks off. Now get dried and pretty yourself up. No clothes of course but at least do your hair and put on a little makeup. There isn't any in here but I'll bring some over after I get dressed." Running out of the room she stopped to pick up her shoes and call back over her shoulder, "Remember don't move the bracelet."

Lisa brushed her hair while the dryer sucked up the moisture. Within minutes Cleo walked back in completely dress in uniform looking for all the world as fresh as she had the first thing in the morning. She threw a small case of cosmetics on the counter.

"Don't overdo it; you're not a whore anymore. Unless he wants us to look like sluts we will be pretty but not garish."

"Yes Mistress, but I'm naked I think I'll look like a slut regardless."

Cleo just laughed and shook her head, "Give me a break girly, you're old enough to know that without cloths you're just naked, you have to get dressed up to really look like a slut. Now finish, we need to get downstairs ASAP." Taking the bracelet off the hook she slipped it over her wrist and stood waiting for Lisa to finish.

"Not bad," she said surveying the results. "You'd be in big demand as a hooker if this doesn't work out. It's not hard work, maybe not even as hard as housework, just a bit repetitive. But let me tell you from experience, I would rather clean a thousand toilets than spend another day on my back taking tricks one after another. Maybe if you kept that in mind it'll help you with your attitude."

Finished with their primping Cleo led Lisa downstairs to the front door telling her to assume the kneeling position directly in front of the door where she would be instantly visible to whomever entered. Cleo positioned herself beside and to the right.

"When you hear that door latch turn I want your nose on the floor, hands down, palms flat. Do you remember what you're to say?"

"Yes Mistress Cleo."

"Don't fuck it up or I'll have you burn for half an hour."

Slowly the minutes ticked away, Lisa uncomfortably on the floor, Cleo calmly standing beside her. After about ten minutes the door announced a presence outside and Cleo hissed through her teeth. Startled Lisa quickly bent forward pressing her nose to the floor her hands to each side of her head palms flat on the cool tile. Shortly the door opened and swung wide.

"Welcome home Master," Lisa said loudly intro the floor. "How may I serve you?"

"Yes, welcome home Master," echoed Cleo her head and upper torso bent toward him. "What is your pleasure?

"Well this is a pleasant surprise! Cleo it certainly looks like you've been busy. Oh, have her get up. She didn't give you too much trouble today did she?"

"No sir, we've had a fairly productive day, quite adequate for a first day of training. May we take that up to your den sir?" She held her hand out for his portable compcast.

"What? Oh yes, thank you."

"No need to thank your servants sir. Now, if it pleases you dinner will be ready in one half hour, we will be serving in the dinning room. May I suggest you retire to your room and freshen up before dinner?"

"Ah, yes that would be fine." He chuckled a bit, "I have to admit I'm not used to this kind of attention, especially coming home. I could sure get used to it though."

"Sir!" Cleo said almost sounding shocked, "You are the master of this house and you will be treated appropriately. We can't change the past but now that we're here we will serve you correctly. Isn't that right Little Bitch?"

"Yes Mistress Cleo. Master, we are here to serve."

"Well this is great! But we can talk about it later. I think I will go upstairs and 'freshen up' a bit." Smiling down at Lisa he walked by and headed up to his room.

"Adequately done, Little Bitch, now let's take this portcom up to the den and finish getting dinner ready." Dinner wasn't all that difficult; it was still just a pre-prepared meal but scooped out of the tray and placed on good china.

When he came down Brad frowned and whispered to Cleo, "Do we really need to eat in the dinning room?"

"Sir!" she whispered back, "We aren't eating in here, you are. Just think of it as a training exercise. Little Bitch needs to learn how to serve you at dinner and this is the best atmosphere to do that. Of course you are the Master if you would rather..."

"No, no, you're the expert. I, well, it's just that I never ate in here before."

"Well then, Master, it's about time you did, you paid for this room along with the rest of the house and you might as well get some use out of it. Think of it as an adventure. Where else except maybe a high priced bordello or one of those private clubs can you be served your meal by two beautiful women, one naked, or both naked if you prefer."

"No, I like you in that for now. I have never seen a better set of legs and those heels and hose set them off perfectly."

"You are to kind Master," leaning over she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Now please sit down and we'll bring out your supper."

Reaching up to touch his cheek Brad turned and watched Cleo's ass and legs as she softly swayed out to the kitchen. "Wow," was all he could think.

Within minutes Lisa entered carrying his plate, the food steaming, Cleo followed directly behind. Placing the plate in front of him she took the napkin off the table and spread it out in his lap, her breasts swaying softly mere inches from his face. As she spread the napkin she felt his erection begin to grow. Appalled and delighted she quickly pulled her hands back and stood next to him as she had been instructed. Trying to forget what his cock had felt like under her hand Lisa stared straight ahead at the wall, but trying to forget and forgetting were two different things. The more she tried putting it out of her mind the more she thought about the large lump that swelled in his pants. Her face flushed and involuntarily her nipples darkened and stood upright.

For his part Brad was not indifferent to the exposed female flesh standing next to him. For all that he wanted to hate his mother he kept feeling he was going to far with all of this. She looked very pretty tonight and when she bent down he had trouble taking his eyes off her breasts, he was sure she could feel his erection when she spread the napkin in his lap. Maybe he would talk to Cleo tonight about loosening up a little bit; now there was a woman with a head on her shoulders! He wondered how she had come to be where she was; she was obviously intelligent, and goddamn gorgeous! He didn't think he had ever seen a better pair of legs! He wondered if conjugal rights came with the rental, maybe he could find out how much her contract cost... 

Lisa was seething inside. Her body ached; she was fed up with being told what to do and was embarrassed as hell standing here next to her own son like some common server, naked. But what could she do? Not only did he have the ability, and the demonstrated willingness, to inflect a considerable amount of pain on her but that vampire in hose standing right behind her did also. That and she didn't miss anything! She watched Lisa like a hawk eyeing her prey, just waiting for the smallest mistake. It would be so lovely if she could just dump the plate of hot food into his bulging lap! But the consequences would never make up for the simple pleasure of that little act of rebellion!

Yes, right in his bulging lap is what he deserved! That was another thing, what kind of pervert would get sexually excited by seeing his mother naked? Maybe he was the type that got off on humiliating and hurting other people. She had never seen that in him before but then she hadn't been around him that much when he was growing up and especially since he went away to college and off on his own. Was he the kind who enjoyed torturing small animals or beat people for entertainment? He certainly seemed to be enjoying her predicament. Would she really have been sent to a whorehouse if he hadn't bought her contract? The possibility seemed so unreal she had difficulty even imagining such a thing. Although the harpy certainly didn't seem to think it was out of the question, in fact she seemed to think it was a forgone conclusion. She was certainly blasé enough about telling Lisa about her own time spent in one of those houses. It seemed to be the truth; you wouldn't think someone would brag about something like that.

Then there was this Cleo harpy bitch! The way she fawned over and sucked up to Brad was disgusting! Didn't she so much as come right out and say she was going to do her best to trap him? Use her body to entice him into keeping her. She really was a predatory slut! As much as she despised her son at this moment the thought of him with that vixen turned her stomach. He maybe an absolute shit just now but he was still too good for her!

Another thought disturbed her. What if his hardon wasn't because of Lisa but from Cleo? Part of her wanted to be reassured that she was still attractive enough to elicit a response from a young handsome male, of course the other part was still a bit creeped out by the thought of her son as a sexual being let alone being sexually involved with her. Besides he couldn't really be interested in her that way, could he? Sure, he threatened to impregnate her, maybe induce lactation but that was all just to scare her wasn't it? Besides he said she would have to beg for it and that would never happen.

But what to do about this bitch Cleo? At the very least she had to warn Bradley what she had planned. If Lisa was going to be around here for at least the foreseeable future then the last thing she needed was that bitch hanging around. If Cleo weren't there she would have a chance to convince Bradley that she had changed, that she was sorry for what she put him through growing up. Given a little motherly remorse and charms she could even start living a normal life.

Maybe, Lisa thought, maybe if he focused on something other than the cheep whore's ass he wouldn't be so inclined to take her hook along with the bait. But what could draw a young, hormone saturated, mans attention away form an aggressive piece like Cleo? Fire with fire? Lisa knew she had what men wanted to look at. At the moment it wasn't as well packaged as the bitch's but she knew he liked it. Maybe she didn't have the heels and the hose or the cute little uniform that accented her tits and ass but she could use what she had to its best advantage!

Slowly she rolled her shoulders back and down thrusting her chest out just slightly. Cocking her body just a bit towards her son she lifted one foot up on her toes, just enough to enhance the gentle curves of her legs and draw the eyes upward to her chest. Nothing overt of course, subtlety and understatement worked best in trapping the male beast. Lisa may have had no head for business but in the art of seduction and the flirt she was more than adequate. Casually, almost like she was just shifting around reliving aching muscles, she moved slightly forward until she was just within range of Brad's peripheral vision.

Catching the movement out of the corner of his eye Brad glanced up. As much as he would like to feign indifference Brad was still a young man and like all young men the sight of a beautiful woman affected him and without a doubt his mother was a beautiful woman. He took in the gentle swell of her breasts and her demurely downcast eyes. Was this the same woman that seemed to hate him last night? Could only one day with the trainer really converted her into the servile mother he wanted? Slowly he smiled up at her and she returned his smile with a slight, hesitate lifting of the corners of her lips.

Cleo took in the display and their exchange and grinned to herself. Master Brad was still young, very young to be managing his own IS's. It was obvious he was thinking Lisa had been broken to his will and he was willing to reward this with a bit of kindness. Of course Cleo wasn't taken in for an instant. She had been doing this for too long and was too good at what she did. Lisa was in what trainers called 'user' mode. Give just a little of what was expected and manipulate and connive for what she really wanted later. The use of sex, of in this case more the promise of potential sex, was the most common gambit for new female IS's. Well there wasn't any problem letting him get a taste of her wiles; Cleo would let him know what was really happening soon enough.

When she told Lisa what her plans were she had been absolutely candid, this was a perfect situation. A young man, doing well for himself, handsome on top of it, not that that mattered but it was a bonus, and no ties to speak of. He needed someone to take care of the home fires. Now this thing with his mother, well that was a bit kinky but at least it didn't involve pain and blood, he didn't seem to be the type for that anyway, and Cleo had gotten to be a very good judge of that type over the years. At thirty-two years old Cleo was looking for somewhere to settle in. She sure didn't want to go back to the houses again, not even the private ones. Now, taking care of one man would be just about perfect. Hell even if he wanted to fuck the old broad that was alright too, a young man like Brad could easily take care of two women without any problem and Cleo didn't mind sharing. But right now she was going to break this bitch like she was a twig and then see about finding a place to fit into this household.

"Little Bitch the Masters wine is low, it's your responsibility to keep it filled."

"Oh," said Brad startled for the moment. "That's alright I'm done anyway."

Very good, Master," Cleo continued. "Why don't you go make yourself comfortable while I show Little Bitch how to cleanup?"

"Ah, yes that would be fine. I'll just change and, ah, be in the living room watching the holo. Here I'll take my plate to the kitchen"

"No, Master," Cleo said firmly. "That's Little Bitch's job, she'll never learn if you don't let her do it."

"Oh, alright. Well then I'll meet you in the living room then."

Cleo followed Lisa as she picked up the dinner dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, letting her set the machine for clean. She then had her wipe down the already clean counters and finally the dinning room table.

Before leaving the kitchen Cleo paused and said, "Nice touch out there by the way."

"What do you mean, Mistress?"

"Oh, the display. You know; thrusting out the tits, crook the leg, eyes down, all that. I've seen it done better but that wasn't too bad."

"I don't know what you mean," Lisa started blushing realizing she had been caught. "I would never do that for my son."

"Sure you would, and you'll do it again, although next time maybe you'll be doing it for him and not just for you. Seduce him you may, trap him you won't, I won't let you."

"T-That's ridiculous!" Lisa stammered. "He's my son for gods sake!" Suddenly pain lashed through he body driving her to the floor.

"Now, now, mustn't raise our voice," Cleo tisked at her. "We don't want to disturb the master with unseemly discord. Maybe I've been too lenient with you today. It's one of my major faults you know, not being heavy enough with the punishment right in the beginning. Most of the professional breakers say to keep up the punishment almost continually for the first week or so, say it's the quickest way to break the will of the subject. After that's done then building you back into a sweet little subservient slave is easy. Problem is sometimes there isn't much of a mind left and I think Master Brad wants your mind whole. I'm sure he wants you very aware of what's happening to you and not just some empty hulk cleaning his potties. I like my way a lot better. Takes a little longer sometimes but in the end everybody is a bit happier. You don't get your brain burned out and the Master has a nice slave with an intelligence somewhat higher than a carrot. But than maybe you don't want that, maybe you would rather be brain burned. Is that what you want Little Bitch?"

Lisa had just regained her feet and said nothing in response to the question, just hung her head down staring at the floor. With a tap Cleo sent another blast of pain through the shaking women.

"No Mistress! Please no!" Lisa wailed.

"That's better, answer when you're asked a question. So you don't want me to fry you for the next couple of weeks. That's fine with me but just remember it's up to you, act up and I'll hit you with as much as I think you can stand, and since it isn't a physical injury it can be quite a bit. So right now we're going to go out there and have a nice quite evening with the master." Turning quickly Cleo led the now subdued Lisa out to the living room where Brad was already sitting in his chair, the holo tuned to his favorite business program. Cleo stood next to the chair pointing to a place next to her, Lisa quickly moved to that spot.

"Good evening, Master," Cleo started cheerfully. "Would you like anything before you settle in?"

"No, I don't think so," he said turning towards them. "Last night I told Little Bitch this is where I wanted her to sit when I'm in here." He pointed to the cushion on the floor next to the chair. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to, but if you do just pick a seat anywhere."

"Thank you Master, but I don't intend to leave her alone for a long time. Little Bitch, assume the position!" Obediently Lisa kneeled on the cushion steeling herself for another long boring night.

"Would you mind if I sat with you Master Brad?" Cleo asked tentatively. "I'd like to bring you up to date on her progress and let you know what her training schedule is for the next week or so."

"Sure, ah, I suppose you can squeeze in here next to me if you want."

"Thank you Master, I will if you're sure it's all right with you." Walking around to the front of the chair Cleo noticed how Brad's eyes followed her long legs as she turned and almost primly sat down beside him. The chair was too large for one but slightly too small for two, unless the two didn't mind getting really cozy. Cleo found by turning slightly toward Brad her outer hip rotated up which let her fit perfectly between him and the chair arm. She also found that while in this position it was more comfortable to drape her legs across his rather than scrunch them down along his side. The view of this vast expanse of shapely stocking clad leg, demurely crossed at the ankles and toped with a pair of black stiletto heeled pumps that just screamed COME FUCK ME!, was like a magnet for his eyes, there was no way he could look anywhere else. Noting his quickened breathing and noticeable bulge in his slacks she smiled and leaned in close to his ear.

"Like what you see Master?" she whispered.

"Ah, how couldn't I," he whispered back. "You have the most beautiful legs I have ever seen!"

"I'm glad you like them, I know they're my best feature, keeps people from having to look at my face or the rest of me."

"Don't be silly," he said turning towards her. "There is nothing wrong with the rest of you, I think your face is beautiful, but your legs are simply magnificent!"

"Why thank you Master, they're yours you know."

"What do you mean, mine?"

"Just that, yours. You can do anything you want with them, or the rest of me for that matter. You can just look at them if you want, or touch them, or, well, anything! I mean they're yours."

"Do you want me to touch them?"

"It certainly wouldn't bother me," she said with a little shrug of her shoulders. "No that's not quite true, not only would it not bother me it would please me, not that pleasing me is important of course. The fact is you're young, very attractive and from what I have seen a kind and considerate man. Why wouldn't I want you to use me?"

"Do you enjoy being used by your, ah, patrons?"

"Not usually, in fact some of them have been pretty awful, but it's not like I get a choice. Sex is just part of the deal." Pursing her lips she look him in the eyes then nodded a little as if she had made some internal decision. "May I speak frankly Master?"

"Well I hope this doesn't mean you'll be lying to me every other time, but yes of course, say what you want to say, and by the way it's Brad not 'Master'."

"I think we should leave it 'Master' for now Master, I'll explain why in a bit. What we need to talk about is not only your mothers training but yours."

"Oh you know she's my mother? Still think I'm 'kind and considerate?' I wouldn't think many children want their mother's as their servants."

Cleo laughed and grinned at him, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Don't be silly, most children want their parents as their slaves, and that's the ones with so-called normal childhoods. From the sounds of it she is getting pretty much what she deserves, maybe even a little easy. As for 'kind and considerate, ' do you know where she would be right now if you hadn't bought her contract?"

"Well, I suppose..."

"Right now she'd be serving maybe her tenth 'customer' of the day with probably another ten to fifteen due this evening. I'm guessing you probably outbid the state houses and they don't like their merchandise sitting around doing nothing. Either that or she would be serving punishment for resisting and believe me that's no fun! So you want to fuck her, a little kinky maybe but believe me I've seen a whole lot worse. She's actually very lucky. You hear that Little Bitch, don't you think you're lucky?"

The question shocked Lisa who had been listening to the conversation but not expecting to be involved in it. Since kneeling down she had been nursing a slow burn, only the threat of shock from her collar kept her in place and quite. Listening to this whore throw herself at her son was nauseating enough but to hear the slut tell him how 'kind and considerate' he was for putting her here in this condition was going to make her vomit! However she had been asked a question and regardless of what she thought of the two monsters sitting in the chair she wasn't interested in another 'lesson' now or at anytime in the future. There was only one right answer.

"Yes Mistress, I am very lucky."

"Well you are, even though we both know you don't mean it. But that's all right, someday you will. Someday you'll understand. If fact maybe sometime with Masters permission we'll go on a little field trip and get a good look at how most ISP's live, but we have a long way to go before we do that." Turning back to Brad she continued. "Anyway I was saying Master, not only do we need to train her but you need to be trained also."

"You think I need my own collar then little mistress," he grinned at her. "I don't remember that clause in the contract."

Blushing slightly Cleo said quickly, "Maybe 'trained' isn't the best word to use; 'instructed' is more what I meant. Have you ever owned an IS before?"

"Ah, no, not really. Mom and Dad had a number of them as servants around the house, but I never had one and I wasn't around them all that much."

"This is why you needed to rent an expert to train yours. That was actually a very good idea; I can guarantee that you will end up with a much better product than if you had sent her away to one of those training kennels or if you had tried to do it yourself. With them you might have ended up with a mindless hulk, which is ok if all you want is a body to clean your toilets and lay in bed while you shove your cock in her. However if you want a real homemaker, one that will take care of you, love you, even worship you, then you must break her slowly and put her back together shaping her into what you want. It takes a bit more time but the results are well worth it."

"Ah, Cleo, should you be saying this in front of her?"

"Oh don't worry Master, she doesn't believe it can happen to her anyway. She still doesn't understand that this is forever, that this is her life from now on. She still believes that somewhere there is someone or something that will magically rise up and save her, put her back where she came from. We all go through that. Once she realizes, really, truly understands that no one is coming to 'save' her then the despair will hit. Then using firm, reasonable discipline and motivation we will put her back together the way we want her. She will realize that her life isn't over, just changed. That's when she starts living for you and not for herself. She will enjoy serving you; you will be her only reason for being. You want to fuck her? By that time you'll have to lock her up just to keep her out of your bed. You want to breed her? She'll be begging for your children. I'm no doctor but she's certainly young enough to have a dozen more if you want."

"It all sounds wonderful, but won't this take a long time?"

"Depends what you call a long time Master. Is there a time specific limit we have to worry about? She's an ISP so we don't have to worry about her going anywhere. Were you planning to rent her out to cover costs? Of maybe resell her once she's trained?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just, well; I only have your contract for three months with an option for three more. There wasn't an option for renewal after that."

"That's right Master there wasn't, and there's a reason for that which we can talk about later if you like, but don't worry, I've never taken longer than four months to break and train an IS, and I've had much tougher ones than yours."

"Just how exactly do you intend to break her," he said glancing over at the scowling Lisa.

"Oh now that part we want to keep as a surprise!" giggled Cleo. "Right now I think we should start your training, and your first lesson is what to expect from your slaves." Sliding off his lap and down to the floor she ended up kneeling between his legs facing him. Looking up at him with a sultry smile she said, "Master, may I pleasure you?"

Somewhat at a loss for words he was finally able to stutter out a response, "Ah, y-y-yes of course."

Turning to Lisa Cleo pointed next to her and said, "Over here Little Bitch, watch and learn how a real woman services her Master."

Knee walking over to the indicated position Lisa watched in disgust as Cleo started to softly caress the firm outline of Brad's penis through his lounging togs. There was no question that he was excited, the bulge was very evident under the light fabric as her practiced fingers softly traced the engorged member. Curling her fingers under the waistband of the syntha-silk pants and gently pulled them up and over the head of his turgid cock. Shifting her grip to the sides she tugged and the slick material slid down and off his hips without him needing to rise up and out of the chair. As they slid down to his thighs his rock-hard cock sprang up, leaning up and over his stomach at about a forty-five degree angle.

"Oh Master, it's beautiful!" Cleo whispered. Although she probably would have said the same thing if it had been two inches long and shriveled like a raisin her praise was honestly meant. Brad's penis was just a little over seven inches long and proportional to its size. As a woman who had seen literally thousands of cocks she had a reasonably good idea what was a perfect size, as measured by the only ruler she felt was appropriate, and that was what gave the maximum pleasure for both parties concerned. In her expert opinion this cock was damn near perfect! Not so small that the woman couldn't feel it and not so big that she felt it too much! Small enough to suck without choking, maybe slightly too large for really comfortable anal sex for the inexperienced, which didn't describe Cleo at all, and while it may be relevant to Lisa right now a little practice would cure that. A couple hundred times being poked up the ass should give her plenty of experience! All in all a most pleasant surprise!

"Ah, well, thank you..." Brad stuttered.

"No Master, I really mean it, it is beautiful!" Having pushed his pants down to his feet she deftly slipped them off and placed them next to the chair. Immediately she ran her hands back up his legs, over his thighs and came to within inches of grabbing his erect member. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him.

"May I Master?" she said expectantly.

"Ahem," Brad cleared his throat that seemed to suddenly become somewhat constricted. "Yes of course."

Lightly Cleo began to run the fingers of her right hand over his cock, softly letting her nails follow the twists and turns of the veins visible just beneath the taut skin. His penis throbbed with each beat of his heart, seeming to leap into her grasp.

"Well, Little Bitch don't you agree our Master has a most beautiful cock?" Cleo's eyes were riveted on his member as she spoke.

Lisa had never felt so disgusted in her entire life. Not only was she seemingly going to be subjected to watching the sex show this whore was performing on her perverted son, but now she was being asked to participate. Well maybe not asked. These two monsters didn't ask anything of her, they ordered it of her, as if she was really their servant! Well with the damned collar on she was in no position to resist, both of the bastards have already demonstrated their willingness to inflict pain with little or no provocation so the best thing to do would be to go along with the whore and pretend she was a nice little subservient slave. They could force her body to do what they wanted but they could never force her to truly give into them!

Of course not being a student of the science of human control she didn't realize this was exactly what Cleo wanted. Where the body goes the mind will soon follow. It takes an exceptionally strong personality to remain 'free' when the body is completely under someone else's control and of the many positive things one could say about Lisa, most of which concerned her physical attributes, a strong personality wasn't one of them.

"Yes Mistress the Master has a very nice cock," she said with an almost expressionless voice.

"Not a nice cock, bitch, a beautiful cock! Now let me hear you say it bitch!" Eyes never leaving Brads penis Cleo's left hand started moving towards the control fob resting on the table next to the chair. Suddenly Lisa felt fear rushing through her body like a fire! She could almost feel the pain and wondered if it would be the sharp pain of being smacked on the ass like Brad seemed to prefer or the whole body shock Cleo was wont to give. Regardless Lisa would have done almost anything to prevent it, the words almost tripped over themselves as they gushed out of her mouth.

"Yes Mistress, the Master has a beautiful cock, the most beautiful cock I have ever seen!" Fearfully she watched, wondering if it had been enough. At least, she thought to herself, the whore didn't make me say something that wasn't true; her perverted bastard of a son did have a really nice cock. Must have come from my side of the family she mused since her husband's had been a rather short, skinny one. Damn, she fumed, now they have me even thinking about his penis.

With her statement Cleo's hand stopped moving toward the control fob and returned to softly fondle his balls while her other hand was gently stroking his erection. Leaning forward her tiny pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and lightly lapped at the small drop of pre-cum oozing out of his pee-hole. Raising her eyes to his she slowly opened her mouth and slide about three inches of his throbbing cock inside. Gently she began to suck while her tongue began to caress and tease the bulbous head lying inside her mouth, all the while her hand continued its gentle stroking of the exposed portion.

Brad felt like the top of his head was about to come off. He had fucked women who didn't feel this good! Not only was this Cleo fantastic looking but she was the best cocksucker he had ever known! It had been a few months since he had been with a women and this fantastic feeling was driving him crazy! He knew it wouldn't be long before he would be cuming.

"Oh god Cleo that feels wonderful!" he groaned. "Ah, if you don't want me cuming in your mouth that's ok." Not only didn't Cleo release his cock but took another inch in and sucked even harder, all the while still looking him in the eyes. Shortly thereafter he felt the pressure in his groin increase, his balls tighten and suddenly semen was spewing into her eager mouth. Swallowing she continued to gently suckle until she was sure every last drop had been cleaned off and opened her lips to let his deflating member slide out.

"Did that please you Master?" she said grinning up at him.

"That was wonderful Cleo! I have never felt anything like that before!"

"Thank you Master, that's only a small example of what you should expect from a well trained slave." Crawling back into his lap she began to nibble on an earlobe even while continuing to speak. "If you like I will spend the night with you and show you more of what you should expect."

Turning his face he brought his lips up to hers. The kiss was long and hard, their tongues dueling as each did their best to taste the others essence. As they broke apart both were visibly breathing hard, staring into each others eyes.

"Yes," he said. "I think it would be a good idea if you slept with me, my bed is much more comfortable anyway. In fact you must be exhausted from your day today. Why don't we put her away for the night and maybe get some rest."

"That sounds very nice Master," jumping up Cleo retrieved her control leash and looked over at Lisa. "Help the Master with his pants, then we will go upstairs and get ready for bed."

Lisa retrieved Brad's pants and held them open for him to step into after he rose from the chair. Pulling them up to his waist her face pasted within inches of his semi-flaccid penis and she shuddered slightly remembering how it looked fully erect and encased in Cleo's mouth. Lisa had been forced to give a blow job twice and hated every moment of it each time, but Cleo certainly didn't look like she hated it, in fact if she didn't enjoy it almost as much as Brad she was one of the greatest actresses the world had ever seen! She just couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy doing that, ever!

When they were ready Cleo told Lisa to precede them upstairs where she was allowed to use the toilet, showered and chained in her room. As the lights dimmed and the door was closed Lisa lay down on the floor and again cried herself to sleep.



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Chapter 4


One day led to the next and then to another until they seemed to run seamless together. For the first week Cleo was Lisa's constant companion keeping her on a very short leash as it were. At first she was constantly afraid of the 'reminders' her mistress would quickly deliver if she made a mistake or spoke out when she shouldn't have, but as she became used to the relatively simple tasks required for household maintenance these became fewer and less severe. Unintentional errors more often resulted in verbal correction and instruction rather than physical.

That isn't to say there weren't still times when she felt the sting of the control collar. As the days passed it became easier to think of her son as 'Master' rather than 'Brad' or 'The Bastard, ' and when she caught herself doing it her natural inclination was to lash out, rebel, and of course when she did the response was quick and painful.

Each night Cleo made sure Lisa watched as she sucked Brad's cock and then sat with him and allowed him to fondle her breasts or gently caress her pussy. Maybe allow wasn't the right word; she would actually bring his hand to her body if he didn't do it right away. Cleo seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he did as they both watched the business programs on the holo. They would even discuss what was on the shows; Lisa had no idea what they were talking about.

One show discussed the potential lack of unskilled labor in the reestablished Australian uber-soy farms. Cleo made a disgusted sound.

"That's stupid," she said. "Why don't they just import the labor? Hell, the Asians still have more bodies than they know what to do with."

"True," Brad answered. "But right now the Aussies have an importation embargo against China since the Chins increased the price of oil from their Indonesian fields. The Chins aren't all that excited about the completion the uber-soy would give their last little bit of crude."

The nuclear exchange resulting from the Arab-Israeli war of 2019 left the vast majority of the world's natural petroleum reserves heavily contaminated. Even with the worldwide depression that resulted immediately afterwards it didn't take long to deplete most of the remaining fields and the use of petroleum for mundane purposes such as personal transportation was almost completely halted, at over $300 per barrel not many could afford to fill up their car. Still there was considerable demand for the long chain carbons for plastics and pharmaceuticals. Substitutes such as the oil from the bioengineered uber-soy were becoming cost competitive very quickly.

One of the last petroleum fields was in former Indonesia. The Chinese absorbed the islands during the Second Holocaust. Blamed for first using nuclear weapons and causing the horrendous economic conditions, every follower of Islam and any country seen as harboring them were considered fair game for enslavement, rape, theft and murder. Muslim males of any age were shot on sight until over ninety-five percent of them were killed. Muslim women faired somewhat better with a loss ratio of only fifty percent, but became the first major group to be sentenced to Involuntary Servitude. The practice of Islam became a capital crime in almost every country in the world. In less than five years one of the major religions in the world had become little more than a footnote in history.

Indonesia was at one time a predominantly Muslim country. After the Chinese invaded and the oil fields were theirs a little 'purification' and there was plenty of room for new settlers.

"So, don't have them deal directly with each other," Cleo said, bringing his hand up to rest on her breast. "Use a third country, like Vietnam, and swap labor. Have the Chinese sent a hundred thousand ISP's to 'Nam and 'Nam will send a hundred thousand to the Aussies. Shoot, 'Nam may have all the labor you want by themselves. But I happen to know that the Chins want to export as many bodies as they can, I know you can get them dirt cheep. Their Minister of Labor is really pissed at their Minister of Energy."

"How do you know that?" Brad asked, idly playing with her nipple.

"He used to frequent one of the houses where I worked," she said. "In fact he used to be one of my "clients." It's amazing what a man, or woman, will say in bed." Lisa fumed. It was obvious the bitch had already told him about her past. Lisa had been hoping to use some of that information as a lever against her. Since she had obviously told him already and he didn't seem to care there was another weapon rendered useless.

"You know," Brad mused, still idly fondling her. "I don't deal with anything like that directly, but our Tokyo office does. If I was to send them a detailed proposal and it was to amount to something that would look very good for me, could even be a substantial finders fee involved."

"Well, why don't we start on an outline tomorrow?" Cleo said, snuggling down against him. "I happen to be very good at research. I've never done a proposal like you are talking about, but I can dig out the facts and figures for you if you want me to."

"Would you?" he asked, a bit surprised. "Isn't that a little bit above and beyond what you were hired to do? Although I will say, if anything does come of this you would in for a percentage of the fee. It was your idea."

"You didn't hire me," Cleo giggled. "You bought me, or at least rented me. You wouldn't have to pay me anything, most wouldn't."

"Call me a soft touch if you want to," Brad shrugged. "But I think people should be rewarded for their efforts. It might even be enough to buy out your contract if you wanted to."

"You're sweet," Cleo said, nibbling on his neck. "Most patrons wouldn't even think twice about using whatever their IP's gave them with no thought of reward. But then that's why I wouldn't hesitate to tell you something like this. But I've already told you what I want. I want you to buy my contract. I want to remain with you if you'll have me." Lisa must have looked shocked when she heard that because Cleo started laughing. "It looks like our little bitch didn't expect me to come right out and tell you that. A little bit of advice honey, if you find an honorable master, be truthful with him. Lies won't get you anywhere. He's no dummy, I'm sure he'd have figured it out pretty quick all by himself, so why not tell him up front. I think I have a lot to offer him and I know he has a lot to offer me. I intend to make myself indispensable to him, take that as a lesson."

"Speaking of rewards," Cleo said, turning back to Brad. "Little Bitch has had a pretty good week. She's not broken yet, not by a long shot, but still in all she might deserve a small reward for her week."

"What do you suggest?" Brad asked, looking over at Lisa.

"Two things," Cleo said with a wicked smile. "First; you might consider giving her back her name." Brad nodded. "Secondly, I think she should be allowed to service you tonight."

Lisa had a slight feeling of pride when she heard Cleo praise her, but that turned to ice in the pit of her stomach when she realized what Cleo wanted her to do. She was about to stand up and scream "Never!" when she saw Cleo casually holding her control fob, finger lightly caressing one of the buttons. Shaking, she controlled herself and looked straight down at the floor.

"Very good, Lisa," Cleo purred. The bitch knew exactly what Lisa was going through.

"Ah, I don't know..." Brad said hesitantly.

"This is necessary, master," Cleo said. "I told you she wasn't broken yet and she won't be until she is willing, no, not just willing, but desires to do anything to please you. You are her master and one of the best ways to demonstrate that is to dominate her sexually. Nothing breaks a female ISP faster than letting her know you can do anything with her at anytime. Beside, this will be fun."

"Well, if you think so..."

"Trust me, my beautiful master, trust me." Cleo slid off his lap and stood up. "But first I need to talk to her. Lisa, come with me." Cleo started walking towards the kitchen area without looking back. Lisa looked up at Brad, pleading with her eyes but all she saw was a hint of expectation in his face. Knowing she would be getting a jolt if she didn't move fast enough she stood up and scurried off in Cleo's wake.

Cleo was waiting for her in the kitchen. "First position, Lisa," was all she said and Lisa immediately dropped to her knees with her head on the floor.

"Very good, Lisa," Cleo said giving her a pat on the butt. "You are learning. Good control you showed in there, saved yourself a lot of pain. Now, servicing the master. Have you ever sucked cock before, Lisa?" Lisa nodded with her head still in the floor. "But you don't like it do you?" Lisa shook her head emphatically. "Too bad, I always did like it. Of course some cocks are better than others. You're lucky, his is one of the better ones, pretty much the best one I've ever sucked and I've had more than my fair share."

"Well, you are going to suck his cock tonight," Cleo continued. "You are going to do the best job you can. I don't care if you don't like it. You will pretend to love it. I want him to think the only thing you want to do in this world is suck his cock. I'm talking academy awards out there honey. If he doesn't think you're having an orgasm just by having his cock tickle the back of your throat I'm going to make you so fucking miserable for the next few days you'll beg for another chance. You understand that?" Lisa reluctantly nodded. "Good, because this is just the start. Before too long you are going to be his beautiful little fuck toy. Yeah, I'm his fuck toy too, don't worry, a good man like him needs all the fuck toys we can get him. He's going to be fucking you in your mouth, your cunt and your ass. Make it good for him and your life will be a whole lot easier."

"Now get out there and ask for you to be allowed to suck his cock. You've seen me do it enough times now, you know how. Just one word of warning, don't even think of hurting him. I've got this on level 3 and he so much as flinches I'll have you wishing you were dead."

Lisa was numb. She tried to cry but nothing would come. She had no choice and she knew it. She had never felt so humiliated in her life, even the processing at the IS depot hadn't made her feel this low, this dirty. True, she had whored herself out before but never in her worst nightmare had she ever thought she would be doing it for her only son. Slowly she stood up and started out of the kitchen.

"Make it good, bitch," Cleo hissed. As if she were in a dream Lisa straightened up and walked out into the living room.

She caught Brad's eye as she entered the room. He was smiling expectantly and she could see his pants were already tented. Moving slowly she approached him and knelt between his splayed legs.

"May I pleasure you, Master?" she whispered, trying to remember the words Cleo used. He nodded assent and she carefully reached up and started pulling down his trousers. As she pulled his waistband down over his cock it sprang up almost hitting her in the face. Ignoring it for the time being she continued to pull his pants down until she could pull them over his feet. Dropping them in a pile she turned back to him, took a deep breath and moved back between his legs.

Reaching out she lightly grasped his cock. He was hard as a bar of steel with a velvet covering. Tentatively she moved her hand up and down its length and was rewarded with a drop of glistening pre-cum at the tip. Closing her eyes she lowered her head until her lips just barely brushed its tip, spreading the pre-cum over her lips. Willing herself not to gag she lowered her head more until the bulbous head pushed past her lips and into her oral cavity. She took two or three inches into her mouth and began to lightly suck. Brad moaned softly.

"Good girl, Lisa," Cleo said from beside her. "Now, slowly fuck his cock with your mouth. Use your hand on the rest of it. Stroke it, softly, not too fast. Use your tongue on him. Make love to him, worship him. You never gave him what he needed before; give him what he deserves now."

Lisa didn't gag. He tasted neither good nor bad, in fact except for the slightly musty per-cum he didn't taste like anything at all. As she sucked and stroked him his moaning increased. The bastard is really turned on by this, she thought. But even as she tried to feel disgusted she wasn't. She tried to tell herself she didn't feel a little pleasure at his increasing moans as she suck a little harder and stroked just that little bit faster. But she did. If fact the pleasure was growing, it wasn't overwhelming yet, but there was a definite warmth in the pit of her stomach that felt good, really good. She hadn't felt this good in a long time.

Without notice Brad started gasping and thrusting into her mouth. Abruptly Lisa felt him start to spurt into her mouth and involuntarily she started to pull her head back. A hand behind her head stopped her and she heard, "Swallow it, Lisa. Swallow all of it!" She did, gulping as it entered her. He seemed to cum forever but it wasn't difficult for her to take it all and drink it down. Finally he was done but the hand kept her securely fastened to his cock.

"Clean him up," Cleo purred. "You did a good job girl, now finish it." Lisa kept sucking him lightly, using her tongue to clean off the last vestiges of his semen. Finally he softened in her mouth and Cleo removed her hand allowing Lisa to withdraw her head. His cock plopped softly out of her mouth and she looked up at him. He smiled down at her through half-lidded eyes.

"Did Lisa give you pleasure master?" Cleo asked.

"Oh yes," he said. "That was wonderful."

"As good as mine?" she said with a playful pout.

"I don't think anyone could be as good as you, Cleo," he said with a smile, "but she was pretty good."

"Good." Cleo turned back to Lisa. "Did you enjoy that Lisa?" Lisa blushed bright red. She was ashamed to tell the truth. She did enjoy it but couldn't tell why.

"I'm sure you did." Cleo held up the control fob. "You see, this can give pleasure as well as pain. When you do a good job I will reward you. See how simple it is really? Be good, pleasure, be bad, pain."

"You made her enjoy doing that?" Brad asked. "I didn't know you could do that. Does that mean I can do that with yours also?"

"Of course, if you want to," she answered with a grin.

"That is, if you would want me to. If you like it," he added quickly.

"I love it, darling," her grin got even bigger. "It's the only real advantage to being an IS. Although it isn't used very much; nobody seems to care if an IS gets a jolt of pleasure now and then."

"Well you certainly deserve it," he said smiling at her. "Just show me how and maybe we can play with it tonight."

"I'll show you on her controller, then mine," Cleo said huskily. Cleo bent down and demonstrated which settings to use. To test it he pressed the button and watched as Lisa withered in ecstasy on the ground in front of them.

"I like this," he said. "Probably more than having it whip her ass."

"You are a rare one," Cleo said. "I think you just made her orgasm."

"Hmm, I had thought to give her her first orgasm with my cock in her cunt," he said with pursed lips, but then he shrugged. "Oh, well, this is fun too."

"Don't worry, dear," Cleo said patting his arm. "By the time we're done with her all you will have to do is tell her to get down on all fours and stick her ass in the air and she will be coming like crazy. A few more weeks and she will be begging you to fuck her."



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Chapter 5


The next few weeks became easier. The housekeeping tasks were a pain at first but could be mindlessly done and took shorter periods of time each day. Exercise was actually a welcome relief. There was a holo in the basement and working out on the machines was almost enjoyable. Most times Cleo was there with her. Not necessarily to watch her, but to work out herself. They would actually talk at these times and it was getting very difficult to hate the woman. Corrections were few and far between, most of the time a verbal warning or instruction was more than sufficient. The fact was she didn't see Cleo all that often only more. Cleo was usually up in the den researching the labor project or some other task Brad was working on at the time. She had become his de facto administrative assistant and would often accompany him to his office when he was required to spend time there.

Lisa tried to remain ashamed and humiliated by the nightly cocksucking she was required to do, but even that became a pleasure she looked forward to. It was one of the few times she was in control. She determined when he came, how he felt, how fast it went or how slow. She like the feeling of him completely losing control under her. At that one instance he was hers and not the other way around. It didn't even bother her that it was her son. He wasn't her son really. He was the master of the house, the lord of the manor, the heart and soul of this tiny kingdom. His pleasure became her pleasure.

One night as she was completing her devotion to his cock, she lifted her head, making sure the single drop of his semen on the corner of her mouth didn't fall on her uniform blouse. Over the last week she had earned her clothes, at least the French maids' uniform and she was still getting used to it. She was required to wear it when Brad was home, but had asked if she could go without panties. It made her feel sexy, which she found she liked, and it drew a fondle or two when she served dinner. She found she liked that also.

Cleo came strolling into the room in her power mini-suit. The skirt ended about five inches above the knees, and as Brad said, three inches below heaven; shear hose, four-inch stiletto heels and a translucent blouse with no bra. Usually when in the office she covered her top with a tight-fitting tailored jacket, just to keep the riots down. The whole outfit screamed "Come Fuck Me," but it also said, "I'm his to fuck, work hard and maybe, just maybe you'll get someone like me to fuck also." Brad definitely got a lot more requests for consults from upper management when his new assistant was with him.

"Hi master darling," she said bending down to give him a kiss. "Hi, Lisa." She kicked off her shoes and slid down next to him in the chair.

"Mistress Cleo," Lisa said with a small curtsey. Not having been told any different she knelt next to his chair in her accustom spot.

"How are you doing sexy?" he said after they broke apart. He had one arm around Cleo and the other gently rubbing up and down Lisa's back. She arched her back thrusting up her ass hoping he would reach down and play with her there.

Cleo and Brad talked for a few minutes about what she had been researching and then told her the big news.

"Guess what baby," he grinned. "I got word back from the Tokyo office today. That proposal we put together for the Aussie labor market, it came back a huge winner. They nailed it just like we planned it. The company is going to net at least one-hundred ND (New Dollars) on each head brokered, two-hundred thousand head, minimum."

"That wonderful," she squealed, scrunching in close to him. "You must be their fair-haired boy for sure now!"

"Yep, and they sent their appreciation in the best way possible, in cash."

"Excellent!" She said. "New cloths for your favorite assistance?"

"Even better," he said and pulled a check out of his shirt pocket and handed it to her.

"Holy shit!" she whispered looking at the number of zeros on the check. Looking up at him she said, "You must be kidding."

"Nope, all yours," he said although he wasn't grinning then. "I told you you could buy out your contract and you can, with a little extra. You are a free woman if you want to be."

She sat very still and looked at the check. Then she looked up at him, a tear running out of the corner of her eye.

"Can I ask a favor of you Brad?" she said slowly.

"Of course Cleo," he said, Lisa noticed his voice was shaking slightly.

Cleo took a deep breath. "I want you to buy my contract. Ten years minimum plus the three months I still have left on this one. I will sell you myself for ten years. I'm going to put the money in escrow so if someday you get tired of me I will be able to buy it back."

"You know that's crazy don't you?" he said, smiling again. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you like even without the collar."

"So I'm weird," she said shrugging her shoulders. "I like being your property, your bitch, your fuck-toy. I like it when you own me, use me. So sue me."

"Well, in that case is have something for you," he said and reached down and pulled a box from beneath the chair next to Lisa which surprised her. He handed it to Cleo. She opened it and pulled out a control collar almost identical to Lisa's except it had a few diamonds attached to the stud in front.

"You god-damned bastard," she said now crying. "You knew what I was going to do the whole time."

"Let's just say I had hoped," he said with a grin.

"You are going to get so much pussy tonight," Cleo growled.

"That sounds like a plan to me," Brad said happily.

"And not just mine," she said, smirking at his look of surprise. "Well, you'll get that too, but tonight is special; you're going to break in your mother's pussy." Lisa started shivering, she knew it would happen someday, but lately she had put it out of her mind. "What do you think of that Lisa?"

"That would be wonderful Mistress Cleo," Lisa said still shaking.

"What if I said you should get it up the ass tonight, Lisa?"

"If that is what Master Bradley wishes," Lisa said, her voice shaking almost as much as her body.

"See," Cleo said with a huge grin, "now she is broken. Just a little more and she'll be yours, soul as well as body. Do you want to take her here?"

"No," he said thoughtfully. "I want her up on my bed."

"Very well, Master Bradley," Cleo said. "You heard him Lisa. Up to his room, strip and in second position on the floor."

"Actually, I'd like her to leave the stockings on," Brad said. "I think they're really sexy."

"You heard the master, Lisa," Cleo said cheerfully. "Now get moving."

Lisa stood slowly, still a little wobbly on her high heels, and with head down, walked slowly towards the stairs. She was a bit dazed, her emotions warring within her. Intellectually she knew she should be dreading, even fighting this new phase of her slavery. That she was a slave she now fully comprehended. The problem was it didn't bother her as much as she thought it should. True, she was treated like a servant, but now that she was doing the cooking, although not practically well even though she really did try, she ate at a table with Brad and Cleo when they ate in the kitchen, which was most of the time. She did the cleaning, laundry and still slept on the floor, although she did have a blanket and pillow. But, to actually fuck her son... 

Still thinking about what she was really feeling she walked into the master bedroom and quickly striped off her blouse, skirt and heels. She folded and placed them neatly on a chair, after all she knew the maid would have to take care of them later. Walking to the middle of the room she assumed the second position; kneeling with her butt sitting on her heels, Knees spread shoulder width apart, hands resting on thighs, back arched, chest pushed forward, head bowed, and eyes on the ground.

It had been a long time since Lisa had had sex. Not being interested in it herself she hadn't looked for it after her husband died and he hadn't ask her for it for quite a while before that, for either himself or one of their business partners. It could have easily been over a year ago. She wasn't afraid of the act itself, maybe she was more a whore than she originally thought, but she still had qualms about having it with her son. Not that she could do a damn thing about it! She was still thinking about it when Brad and Cleo entered the room.

"See, I told you she would be here and ready," Cleo smirked. "She's just about a hundred percent broken now. Just a few more things to do and she'll be fully ready."

"You certainly were correct," Brad admitted. "I'm wondering though, do I really have to fuck her? To tell the truth I'd rather fuck you."

"You are a sweetie," Cleo said patting his cheek. "And yes you do, she needs to know that not only can you use her, but that you will use her. Her body belongs to you, especially her mouth, cunt and ass. Besides, don't you want to fuck the woman who abandoned you? Left you to a lonely childhood? This is your way of finally claiming her as your own."

"I guess so," he sigh. "And it's not like I don't want to fuck her, it's just, well, I mean, I feel like I'm cheating..."

"On me darling?" Cleo gave him a big hug. "That is so sweet. Put it right out of your beautiful masterly head, you can't cheat on me, you own me. Remember? I'm very happy you enjoy my body; I certainly enjoy yours. But you my man are going to be fucked by all the pussy you can get. Mine included, thank you very much. A young stud needs all the pussy he can get. You will have me, Lisa and whoever else we will need to run your household. Every one of them will be beautiful and yours to do with what you want."

"What new women are you talking about?" He sounded puzzled.

"Why for the bigger house you will need to buy in the future, silly," she teased.

"Why would I need a bigger house?" he asked.

"Look, Brad," he knew she was serious when she used his given name. "We make a damn fine team. I do the grunt work and you polish, present and sell it. If that little bonus we just got is any real glimpse of what is to come then you are going to be one very wealthy man. You're going to move up in business and when you do you're going to need a place to entertain. A house. A big house. A big house with servants. A big house with servants you can fuck. Understand?"

"It just seems so much like a dream now," he sighed. "Besides, I've seen what having the big house with servants is like. I don't want to have to go through the shit to keep it like my parents did and then have it all fall apart in the end."

"Don't worry honey, I won't let you get into that kind of trouble," she said. "We live within our means and make the money the old fashion way, we earn it. But right now we aren't going to worry about the pussy in the future, we'll deal with the pussy you have right here and now. Lisa, get up on the bed, doggie style, on your knees and elbows. I want that ass sticking up in the air and that cute little pussy of yours taking pictures of us."

Lisa did what she was told and was soon in position in the middle of the bed. She was shaking with the humiliation of being little more than a large sex-toy, but part of the shaking was anticipation also. Cleo crawled up next to her and put her head down next to Lisa's.

"Lisa, look at me," Cleo said in a surprisingly normal voice. "Your master is going to fuck you now. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Lisa whispered.

"He is going to fuck you because he wants to, because he can, because this body belongs to him." Cleo reached behind Lisa and caressed her exposed pussy lips. "You are not ready for your master yet. Think of sucking his cock. Think of how if feels in your mouth, the taste of the pre-cum, the jets of his sperm shooting down your throat." Lisa began to moisten as she remembered the pleasure associated with sucking Brad's cock. She actually started to drool a little but that wasn't the only thing that was getting wet. Cleo's finger again explored her sex.

"Works every time," Cleo chuckled. Brad could smell the sent of excitement coming off his mother and he shook his head in wonder.

"How do you do that?" he asked Cleo. Lisa heard something about Pavlov, or some other foreign name. She knew she had heard it before but right now didn't care.

"You are my little bitch in heat now aren't you Lisa?" Cleo whispered.

"Yes, mistress." Lisa gasped. She couldn't believe it but now not only was she ready for sex; she wanted it! She felt like a bitch in heat with her head down and her ass raised. Her body vibrated with a need for sexual release. Right then she didn't care if it was from her son or Cleo, so long as somebody touched her!

The bed moved slightly as somebody new climbed on it. She felt the heat of a body directly behind her, between her splayed legs and she arched her back even more, offering her cunt to whoever was there. She felt hands; large, strong hands caress her ass and lower back.

"What is it you want mother?" Brad said softly from behind her.

"Please Brad," she whined. "Please!"

"Please, what, mother?" he said again, still caressing her.

"Please take me!" she said as her need welled up into an overwhelming desire.

"Tell me exactly what you want mother," he teased, one finger now gently following the outer lips of her cunt.

"Please fuck me!" she was softly sobbing now, from want and not humiliation. "Please fuck me!"

"Very well, mother. If you're sure that is what you want..." He pressed forward slightly and the head of his cock contacted the wet lips of her pussy. She shivered again and pressed back at him but he didn't allow penetration. She started sobbing loudly until he started pushing forward again. His hands held her hip firmly, telling her in no uncertain terms he wanted her to remain still. Slowly he moved into her, his rock-hard cock parting her cunt lips as the spongy head was forced into her channel. She whimpered as he relentlessly, slowly, filled her. She could feel every inch as it entered her to the point where she could swear she could feel every vein and ridge of his rod as it moved inside. Finally the head pushed up against her cervix and she felt his hanging balls rest against her outer lips, the front of his thighs pressed tightly against the back of hers. It was an absolutely perfect fit!

Again she started shaking as he rested there; just feeling the warmth and wetness of her body surround him. He started to withdraw and she unexpectedly orgasmed, clamping down on his cock and making it difficult to extract. Pulling back against her grasping orifice he withdrew until the head was the only portion still imbedded. He paused again for a moment and then started pushing back into her. She moaned as he returned to her perfect sheath. He continued on at this pace for several minutes as she groaned and shivered under him. He began to perceptibly increase the speed of his thrusting until he suddenly withdrew completely and she began to sob again at the empty feeling it left her.

"Turn over, mother," he ordered, and although it took him saying it twice for her to fully comprehend once she did she quickly rolled over and spread her legs as far apart as she could. He positioned himself over her, looking down at here as she whimpered beneath.

"Look at me, mother," he said softly and she opened her eyes. What he saw surprised him. Instead of the disgust, or maybe hate he expected he saw adoration and need.

"Who owns you, mother?" he said, again placing his cock at the entrance to her cunt.

"You do Bradley," she whispered with a smile. "You own my body, my heart, and my soul."

"Guide me into you, mother," he said, this time with satisfaction, pride and more than a little affection.

"Yes, Bradley," she hissed, grabbing his cock and practically stuffing the head into her body. He sank into her and she groaned. Looking up into his eyes she gasped, "I love you! I love you!"

"I love you too, mother," he grunted as he quickly plunged into her to the bottom. Without stopping he began to thrust into her hard and fast as she locked her legs around him. Faster and faster he fucked her as she screamed her desire, clawing his back and using her heels to goad him on. Without warning he arched his back and thrust as deep into her as possible and let lose with a torrent of semen and sperm as Lisa shook and shuddered beneath him in the throes of her own orgasm. When he had finally expended himself completely he collapsed on top of her. Lisa gladly accepted his weight and kept her legs locked around him while her hands caressed his back and her lips lightly kissed his neck and anywhere else she could reach.

After a few minutes he struggled to push himself upright as she whimpered and tried to hold him down.

"Let Master Bradley up Lisa," Cleo said softly beside her ear. Lisa pouted and whimpered some more but unlocked her legs and let them flop to his sides. Brad pushed himself up and looked down at her.

"That was fan-fucking-tastic!" he said with a grin.

"Have I lost you to another woman, master?" Cleo said with a pout. She had said it lightly but Brad could tell there was an undercurrent of real concern in there somewhere.

"Not a chance, honey," he grinned. He suddenly realized why she might be anxious. "Ah, you're worried because I told her I loved her. Well, I do amazingly enough. Bit of a surprise to myself I might add. But I love you too, baby. I love both of you. I'm allowed to love both of you aren't I?"

"You bet you are!" Cleo said with a lot more enthusiasm as he leaned over and gave her a kiss.

"In fact I'm going to show you just how much I love you as soon as I can get this back up and ready," he said, flopping over onto the bed beside Lisa.

"I'll bet I know how to get you revved up and ready," Cleo said with a gleam in her eyes. Moving between the semi-comatose Lisa's legs Cleo looked down at Lisa's pussy still leaking Brad's semen. Holding Lisa's legs open she bent down and started licking Brad's semen off of the open cunt lips and down to where it had dripped onto the anus. Lisa moaned but made no effort to stop the woman. Cleo cleaned up as much from the outside as she could and then, after looking up at Brad with a wicked grin, stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and dipped it into Lisa's cunt scooping out as much of his spunk as she could.

Brad watched in amazement as she ate out his mother. Cleo was correct; it didn't take him but three or four minutes of watching this before he was rock hard again. Lisa was withering and moaning by now and Brad just had to stick his cock into someone somewhere. Quickly he got up and knelt behind Cleo who was wagging her ass in the air for him. Holding her hip; he grabbed his cock with the other and placed the head at the entrance to her pussy. Without any other foreplay he began short jabs into her, forcing his cock in a little bit at a time. Soon Cleo was groaning beneath him almost as much as Lisa was beneath her. It didn't take long before the head of his cock was banging into her cervix and his balls were rubbing against the exposed ends of her pussy lips.

"Oh god, Brad," Cleo moaned, turning her head to the side for a moment. "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Prove to me I'm your bitch! Fuck me hard and cum inside me! Give me your baby! Breed me my stallion! Please, master, please!" With that Brad grabbed her hips with both hands and started fucking into her as hard as he could. She quivered beneath him, absorbing each blow and moaning just a little louder each time. Having cum just a few minutes ago it took awhile before he was ready to orgasm again and both of them were covered in sweat before he finally thrush into her and held himself deep, his semen spurting out and filing her hole to overflowing.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Cleo muttered into Lisa's cunt as she felt him let lose inside her. Brad collapsed beside the two, gasping for air. Cleo crawled up and over Lisa to lie on top of him. After a minute or two she rolled over to his one side, her head on his chest while Lisa moved to his other side. Together they fell asleep, his arm around both women, both of them using him as their pillow.

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He awoke groggily the next morning in exactly the same position he went to sleep in the night before. He heard the soft murmuring of whispered voices. Lifting his head up slightly he could see two heads, one blond, one brunette, lying on his chest almost nose to nose. The whispering stopped and both women craned their necks to look up at him. A smile lit up both of their faces, the first real smile he had seen on his mother since the day he picked her up at the IS processing center. It made him feel pretty good. Maybe he wasn't the type that could hold a grudge forever; although at one time he thought he could. He had looked forward to humiliating and subjugating his long absent mother for years, if not for the rest of her life. Now it didn't seem very important.

Lisa scrambled up on her hands and knees and threw a leg over his waist until she was sitting on his groin, her bare pussy slowly moving on his still stiffening cock. Cleo moved out of the way as Lisa dropped her hands on either side of his head to support her weight.

"Bradley — Master," she said, her eyes still locked on him. "May I have permission to say something?" Brad nodded and licked his lips, her cunt was slippery wet and it felt absolutely wonderful as she made tiny movements up and down its length. "Here, this will help," she said, lifting herself up and grabbing his cock she directed it into her very wet opening. She shivered as she eased down on it, forcing it up and into herself until the head bumped against her cervix.

"Ahhh," she gasped and then smiled. "I want to tell you how sorry I am for what I did to you," she started. "I was a terrible mother and deserved everything you did to me." When he started to shake his head she placed fingers lightly over his lips keeping him from saying anything. "Please let me say this. I was a terrible mother and a whore. I know it and you know it. If you will give me a second chance it will be different. I love you and I want to serve you. Here is where I belong, and yes I mean right here with your cock up inside of me. I can never be your mother again, but I can be your bitch, your whore, and your slut. I can be your maid and the keeper of your house. I can be, if you will let me, be the mother of some of your children." She began to move up and down on his cock as he moaned beneath her.

She felt him twitch and slightly thrust into her when she mentioned children and grinned. "I think he likes the idea of knocking up his old mom," Lisa said to Cleo. Turning back to Brad she said, "I like it too. I want you to fuck babies into me, master. I want as many as you will give me and I want to be the best mother to them I can be. If I don't know how, I can be trained, I can be taught. Just, please, give me a chance."

Brad was incredibly turned on by the thought of getting his own mother pregnant. He could just picture her sleek belly softly expanding with their child. It was too much for him and with a gasp he shot his load into her. Although he know it wasn't possible due to her mandated birth control implant, he enjoyed imagining his sperm as it sought out her fertile egg, racing by the millions to be the first to breach the outer wall, starting the life of his progeny.

Lisa felt him cum inside her and trembled with a small orgasm of her own. She wasn't looking for anything earth-shattering for herself; all she wanted right then was for him to enjoy himself and think about what she said. After he had expended himself into her completely she lifted off of his quickly softening cock and moved to rest beside him, in the position she started from.

"She's broken now, completely," Cleo said with a grin. "I told you she would be. You can do anything with her that you like. I think she really will be the mother that you never had. But then I want to be a mother to your children also. Do you think some day you would allow me that?"

"You know I will," Brad said, his face practically hurting from his smile. "We need to sit down and do a little planning, but I defiantly want both of you to have my children."

"Thank you, master," Lisa murmured nuzzling his neck.

"You can call me Brad, mom," he said.

"Thank you again, master," she said lifting her head up. "Maybe someday I will, but for now I like it this way. You have given me my life back. Like Cleo said, I'm "broken" now, but I'm still not used to it. I can live with you treating me like this just fine. In fact," she said, wiggling off the bed and standing up, "I have work to do." Bending down she gave him a tender kiss. "Thank you dear," she whispered. Turning she left, heading to her own bathroom and shower.

After Lisa was gone Cleo snuggled up to Brad. He curled his arm around her and said, "Wow, you do good work."

"Yep," she grinned. "But to tell the truth, she was easy. First off I think she's naturally submissive and after that I believe she really did have some guilt over what she did to you. So, anyway, now you have a hot piece of ass and a pretty decent housekeeper."

"Two hot pieces of ass, slave," he said leering down at her.

"Oh, I just love it when you get all masterful!" Cleo chuckled. "Why don't you take me into the shower and beat me into submission, master, sir?" Together they proved that warm soapy water and a lot of groping could easily lead to a stand-up fuck in the shower.

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It was Lisa's first trip outside since she had come to live with her son. That earlier Lisa would probably been mortified to be seen in public wearing what amounted to little more than semi-transparent gauze from her neck to mid-thigh, but this Lisa didn't. If her man wanted her to walk around naked she didn't care. Her body was his and if he wanted to show it off then she was proud as can be to do it. Of course she wasn't alone. Cleo was with them and she was wearing pretty much the same costume with the exception of the color. Lisa was in light pink right down to her four-inch heels, where Cleo's was more a light gray smoke tone with black heels. Both were open at the neck to show off their matching collars.

Lisa was practically giddy. They were heading for the doctor's office where Lisa's implant would be removed and hormone shots given to induce lactation. Cleo had been pouting since the request for additional children had been approved. Lisa had already had her one "freebie," that was Brad of course, and needed permission from the population control board to have her implant removed. As an ISP's patron the approval was as near to automatic as possible. Cleo didn't need permission since she hadn't had a child yet, but Brad told her she needed to wait at least six months since he didn't want both of them giving birth at the same time. Besides he needed her for the project they were presently working on that would take at least another year. She understood, she complied, but she still pouted. She was somewhat mollified when Brad took her out to finally have her old collar replaced with the new one.

"You tease Cleo about this," Brad warned Lisa, "and I will spank you, and I don't mean with the control either, with my belt." She wasn't sure if that was supposed to be a deterrent or not since being stretched out over his knee sounded like kinky fun. But she had become very good friends with Cleo and comforted her friend as best she could, not wanting to hurt her.

It was a short walk to the doctor's office from the landing/parking area and when they arrived they were ushered directly into a consult room. Lisa sat on a couch next to Brad nervously crossing and uncrossing her legs. Cleo sat on the other side of him leaning her head on his shoulder and sniffing every once in a while. Moments later a doctor entered and shook Brad's hand; he ignored both of the women.

"So, Mr. Johnson," he started. "I understand you want to remove the BC implant from one of your IS's." Brad confirmed it. "I see the approval is here and everything is in order. I see you also want to induce lactation. Easy enough, a couple of injection and she'll be producing within a week. The only question is do you want full lactation or partial."

"What's the difference?" Brad asked.

"Full lactation is just want it sounds like," the doctor explained. "She would be producing as if she had just given birth and will need to be expressed at least twice a day. There is also the problem with leaking and sensitivity. Partial lactation is where we induce milk production, but not to the full extent. It ends up being about half as much produced. You don't get as much milk, but you don't have the problem with leakage and having to continuously express the milk. It's our most popular method of induction."

"I'm planning to breed her obviously," Brad said and Lisa blushed. She kind of got a kick of being talked about like she was little more that a farm animal. "If I go with the partial will that interfere with her milk production after the baby is born? My baby is going to be breast fed one hundred percent."

"Not a problem at all," the doctor said waving it off. "The hormones the body normally produces after birth will override our synthetic. If for some reason you don't get the production you need, bring her in and we'll give her a tweak. That's not a problem at all."

"In that case I'll go with the partial," then he grinned, "but I want two of them done and not just one. Cleo looked up at him in surprise.

Looking down at her sternly he said," You don't think I'm going to let you get away without providing your fair share now do you. I don't need the messy leakage so I'm only going to be limited to half the production. Well, half the production, it just makes sense to double the producers." Cleo squealed and grabbed his head for a kiss while the doctor frowned in disapproval. He obviously didn't approve of anyone who didn't keep their IS's on a very short leash.

Half and hour later they were walking out of the office Brad's arms around two very happy women.

"I guess you'll be getting fresh milk on your morning cereal now," Cleo said. She had a little bounce to her step that she didn't have before.

"Absolutely," he said, "besides we have a few short trips coming up. I can't take both of you so I need somebody to give me fresh squeezed."

"Come on," Cleo urged him. "Let's get home and breed Lisa! The sooner she gets knocked up the sooner I can get pregnant."

"No," he laughed. "When the project is almost done, then you can get pregnant." Cleo pouted for a moment or two. "Besides," he continued, "you heard what the doctor said, she won't be fertile until her next cycle."

"Okay," she said brightly, "then you can practice on me!"

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The doctor's office had provided them with Lisa's optimum fertility period and recommended that Brad abstain for three days before trying to impregnate her. After the last few months of almost continuous, or at least daily, sex Brad found the first day rather refreshing. The second day he felt a bit antsy and by the third he was ready to explode.

Cleo led him into the bedroom where a naked and nervous Lisa sat on the bed. The women had obviously spent a considerable amount of time getting her ready since she looked absolutely beautiful as she sat with her dainty feet curled underneath her. She could feel her heart beating like a bird's as she look up at him. He grinned at her as he pealed off his robe leaving him as naked as she was. Her eyes immediately went to his rock hard cock that jutted out and up from his body.

"How do you want to breed your bitch, master?" Cleo asked. Cleo and Lisa had discussed how they wanted everything to go for this evening, Cleo had asked Brad if he wanted anything special but as expected he deferred to their desires. Lisa had more than a little submissive in her and she found she really liked being talked about like she was a piece of meat. It wasn't the first time Cleo had orchestrated Lisa's "rape" by her master, and it wouldn't be the last. Knowing it was all play made it fun, although the fact that he really did have the power his trash talk implied gave it just a little extra bite of pleasure. She shivered as they discussed whether it was best to have her on her back with a pillow elevating her ass or maybe she should be on all fours in the classic dog fashion. Finally the mother husbandry discussion was over and bent down to give her their instructions.

"On your back, bitch," Cleo said handing her a pillow. "Get this pillow under your ass, slave. We don't want any of his precious seed going anywhere except in your baby-making cunt."

"Yes, mistress," Lisa said with a real tremble in her voice. The tremble was real, but not from fear, from unmitigated lust that was coursing through her body. The pillow elevated her ass and when her legs spread her pussy lips wide open. She felt exposed, used, humiliated and thoroughly aroused.

"Are you going to be a good little slave?" Cleo grinned. "Or do we need to tie you down for the breeding?"

"Oh, no, mistress," Lisa said almost panting, "I'll be very good and hold still while the master mounts me." She squirmed a little thinking about it. Over the past few weeks she had been tied to the bed while Brad and Cle tortured her with their fingers, tongues and cock, and found she thoroughly enjoyed it. She was able to reciprocate when Cleo was tied up a few times, although Cleo enjoyed being tied up in much tighter and more painful configurations. Brad had allowed himself to be tired up once and didn't like it, so that never happened again. In fact he was fairly neutral on tying up the girls, but they seemed to enjoy it once in a while so he played along.

This time Lisa wanted to be able to hold him as he came inside her and being tied up precluded that. They would save that for another day. Slowly she bent her knees until they almost touched her chest and smiled at him; reaching up to him with her arms she made very clear she was ready to receive her lover.

Brad strode over to the bed and then knee-walked to between her legs. Instead of laying down on top of her right away he grabbed her thighs and spread them apart just a little bit more.

"I've been told," he started, "that women have a better chance of getting pregnant if they have an orgasm during the sex act. Since there is no way I'm ever going to keep from coming in this tight little pussy long enough to make you come, I'm going to have to do it before I mount you." That said he ducked down and started to lick and suck on her bare cunt causing her to gasp and moan under him. She was close enough to the edge that it took only a few minutes until she was screaming and withering as he sucked and nibbled on her clit. He pushed her through two earth-shattering orgasms that left her limp and sweaty. After letting her catch her breath for a minute of two he rose up and positioned himself at the entrance of her cunt.

"Are you ready for this, mother?" he asked, panting a little himself. "Are you ready for your son to fuck a baby into your body?"

"Oh God yes, you beautiful motherfucker!" she gasped, twitching her hips trying to impale herself on him. "Stick that beautiful baby-maker in your bitch's cunt and make me a mommy again! Please darling, Please!" she begged.

Having his beautiful mother beg to have him impregnate her almost caused him to shoot off. He was worried he would shoot too soon and not get it deep enough into her. To preclude that happening he quickly moved forward the spongy head of his cock parting the lips of her cunt as he moved forward. She was extremely wet and slippery and offered very little resistance as he continued forward until her cervix stopped him.

"Oh god, yes!" she screamed wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him. Lisa shivered as he held still reveling in the feel of her vaginal muscles contracting around him, milking his stiff rod. "Give it to me," she whispered hoarsely, "give me your love. Give me your baby."

With excruciating slowness he began to withdraw until just the head of his cock remained inside her. Without a pause he pushed back into her as she moaned beneath him. She had never felt so tight to Brad before. He tried not to think of planting a baby in her since that got him so excited he knew he wouldn't last long, and he wanted to make this last as long as possible. To take his mind off their ultimate goal he hunched over a bit and grasped one of her taut nipples in his mouth and began to suck hard. She groaned even louder and soon he was rewarded by a stream of sweet milk squirting into his mouth.

Brad was not sorry he had lactation induced in both of his women. He enjoyed the hell out of it and it seemed they did also. Of course Lisa never nursed him when he was a baby and Cleo never had a patron that wanted that particular function enabled. Both assured him it felt wonderful to actually feel the milk sucked from their bodies; in fact it made them horny. It didn't take a man Brad's size long to drain a partially filled breast; luckily there was always at least two to choose from, and usually four.

Concentrating on drinking the sweet milk he was able to slow down his thrusts and extend the incredible feeling longer. That was until Lisa started squirming and talking to him.

"That's it honey," she said breathlessly, "suckle on my tits, get them ready for our baby, your baby. Oh god, yes! Make me a mother, a real mother! The mother of your baby! I'll do it right this time honey! This time I'll be the mother I should have been! Please, Brad, please give me your baby!"

Hearing her beg for his child broke Brad's concentration completely and he looked up into her eyes, eyes filled with nothing but love and devotion. He knew then, beyond any doubt that she was his completely, body and soul. He also realized his desire for revenge was gone. He never could retrieve the mother he never had; but instead had found, created, something even more wonderful. Withering beneath him was not his mother, but his woman, one of his women, a part of his mind smirked. A woman whose only goal in life was to serve him and make him happy; to bear his children and raise them as they should be raised. Part wife, part mother and part sex slave. God it was wonderful to be alive!

Looking down into those sparkling blue eyes he smiled and thrust once more into her as deeply as he could. As he did he felt his orgasm start as he began to pump his life giving seed deep into her womb. Lisa felt his sperm enter her body and coat her insides setting off another orgasm of her own, this one powerful enough to shake her entire body. Involuntarily she closed her eyes and moaned as she lost all conscious control over her body.

It wasn't long until she regained partial control again and pulled him down until he lay fully on top of her. She loved the feel of his weight as he crushed her into the bed pad. Even the slight difficulty in breathing was a pleasure and she wanted it to last as long a possible. This wasn't some fat businessman fucking his associate's whore of a wife as a reward for a contract. This was a man bedding his woman; the stallion breeding his mare. She could feel his cock still in her, hard still but starting to soften and she imagined those millions of his sperm racing to be the first to claim the egg she had waiting for the winner. She sighed and held him even tighter trying to prevent him from ever leaving her body.

After a few moments he tried to move to one side or the other to keep his weight from crushing her. When he began to move she moaned and held him even tighter.

"I don't want to crush you," he said softly.

"You aren't," she said with a cross between a moan and a sigh. "This feels wonderful."

It took a few more minutes but he finally softened to the extent he slid out of her pussy and she finally allowed him to roll to one side. She kept her top leg crooked around him and still tried to pull him in as close to her as she could.

"Are you still angry with me?" he asked with a smile after a while.

"Bastard," she muttered drowsily. "You know I'm not. I'm fully broken to the collar as Cleo would say. This has been the best thing that has ever happened to me and you know it."

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Years later she still hadn't changed her mind. She still thought it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Or maybe the children were the best things that ever happened to her. It was hard to deny that with her daughter scampering around her feet here in the park; Cleo's son following behind like the worshipping little brother he was.

One of her body, both of her blood; she couldn't love either one of them with more of her heart and soul. She had been such a fool with Bradley, she mused. Such a waste of time and love! But if she had been a real mother to him she wouldn't be where she was right now.

Standing up she called the children and waved to the limo driver, letting him know they were almost ready to go home. She shooed the children toward the long black machine and patted her six months pregnant stomach. Thank goodness the children minded for the most part, that's all she needed was to have to chase them over half the park today. She wondered if three would be any more of a problem; four if Cleo could wheedle their man into one anytime soon, a forgone conclusion as far as Lisa could tell. With the money Brad and Cleo were now bringing in he could afford to buy as many exemptions from the population board as he wanted. Lisa figured she and Cleo would be pregnant for many years to come.

God she loved her life!


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The End
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Posted:  2006-08-31
Last Modified: 2006-09-21 / 12:12:13 pm
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