Chapter 11
The Hernandez Family adjusts to the Changed Situation

Pete and his boxes stood in the entryway of the Hernandez' modest apartment. "Hello?" Obviously, no one was around. Just as obviously, he'd accomplish little or nothing on his own, except looking like a thief. He backed out of the room, and headed back up the hall. The idea of letting Raoul collect his own crap had an initial appeal, but what if his wife returned? Besides, he didn't trust the little bastard not to claim shit that wasn't his... For that matter, Mrs. Hernandez might mislead him, out of spite. But a voice echoing from the Wench's quarters gave him an idea...

"Bianca? Uh, I could use your help..."

The Wench eyed Pete sardonically, figuring any proposition Bianca got from Pete was suspicious, and Bianca cueing on the Wench, reflected that suspicion. Besides, she had a certain amount of embarrassment to deal with over recent incidents... "Yes?"

"Uh, about your Papa... I'm supposed to collect his stuff, but your Mama isn't in your rooms..." Pete was pretty embarrassed for her; this whole thing couldn't be pleasant...

"Oh!" Bianca blinked, surprised. "Um, all right." She glanced up at the Wench, who shrugged,. Okay, maybe this WAS something innocent, after all...

"If the Wench wants to go along..." Pete offered.

The Wench frowned, thinking about it. "I don't think I want to be found messing around in Bianca's folks' rooms, even WITH an invite." She grimaced, eyeing Bianca. "I will, though, if you think you need it, Hon."

Bianca flicked a shy glance at Pete, "I think I'll be all right."

"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Hands up, Pete declared total innocence. "I just have to get this done!" Turning to the Wench, he added, "Bianca's actually the perfect choice -- either one of the combatants might set out to screw... Uh, sorry!"

The Wench and Bianca shared a rueful glance. "Gauche as it was to mention it, he's right," the Wench pointed out. She flicked a quelling glance at Pete, who shut his mouth with a clop.

"All right. Let's go!" Bianca gathered her already packed book bag, and hit the door. "Bye, Wench! Thanks for listening!"

"What were you guys talking about?" Pete asked, stalking down the hall behind her.

"Oh, this," Bianca replied, "among other things."

"This must suck," Pete observed as they entered the sitting room.

"Um, I'm sure it will, when it soaks in," Bianca replied. "Right now, I'm kind of numb. In some ways, it's a relief; the last couple of days have been... rough." She passed on to her parent's bedroom, and began digging in drawers. Mama made sure she had basic housekeeping skills like laundering; she knew where all of Papa's clothing was.

Pete sat a box on the bed, and began filling it with Raoul's underclothes, feeling slightly sheepish to be pawing through another man's stuff. "Ummm, I guess. When did this all start?"

"Papa started venting Monday night. Given the way Papa is, it must have been the first time it ever occurred to him, which is surprising, in a way..." Mister Jason had been fucking Mama for YEARS, after all... "I've seen Papa slap Mama before over one thing or another, but I'd never seen Mama fight back. They had a regular knock-down, drag out fight Monday night, and things haven't been any better, since..."

Pete shook his head as the pair moved to the closet. Bianca began sorting through hangers. "And this thing with the Wench..."

"Oh, that! It's almost educational..." But a blush colored Bianca's face as she turned to Pete with an armload of hangers. Pete stood there, indecisive, while he tried to figure out how to collect them without also collecting Bianca -- not that that was such a terrible idea... Finally, he began gingerly collecting them by the hooks. Bianca didn't miss a nuance of Pete's reaction, and reddened even further. "We'd better fold this stuff, anyway," she husked.

"Sure." He stretched the hung clothing out on the bed to minimize wrinkling while Bianca went back for a second load. Again, she stepped up to him with an armload, this time closing in until he towered over her while trying to collect hangers gingerly from above. Were the little minx's eyes dancing? He carefully laid the new pile atop the first, creating a pretty shaky stack, and Bianca, again businesslike, began removing things from hangers, folding, and stowing.

"We'll need more boxes," she observed.

"Yeah. Be right back." Pete tucked the lids closed on two, collected them in his arms, and headed out. Somehow, when he cleared the bedroom, he felt relieved. How in the Hell did a fourteen year old DO that? She was sure cute... Pete liked the way she said things; her parents weren't 'Popuh' and 'Mommuh', they were 'PapAH' and 'MamAH', accented on the second syllable. And those eyes... Pete shook himself; what the Hell was he thinking? Down the hall to Raoul's room he went, lugging the boxes. Muscling them around to free a hand, he knocked, and grunted, "Here's the first load of your stuff. You'd probably better do some sorting; you can only take so much on the plane, and we'll end up shipping the rest FEDEX. Is there anything special I should be looking for?"

Raoul eyed him for a moment, considering, then: "My knives. There is a case in the middle drawer of the dresser."

"Right. Let me know on the next pass if you think of anything else..." Pete got out of there, headed for the storage room and more boxes, thinking, "Jeezus, ain't HE a classic?"

When he let himself back into the apartment, Bianca had several neat piles on the bed -- and the knife case was there, beside some other stuff. Pete assembled the boxes and applied packaging tape, then held them open while Bianca gathered armloads and deposited them inside. On one such trip, she looked up shyly, "Umm, about yesterday..."

"You were stressed," Pete interjected. "That's why I came over to check on you. I just didn't realize what type of stress it was..."

"It was, ummm, pretty embarrassing..."

"Well, everybody was pretty charged up. After all, considering what we were doing... Most everybody else was at least getting some relief..." Jeez, how DO you put this?" You were basically the only one who was there but not getting any."

"Mister Charles wasn't."

"Well, maybe not. But I'd be willing to bet that he'd been laid recently. And he's a lot older, too -- he probably doesn't get that worked up any more. You, on the other hand..." Had he just talked himself into a corner?

"Yes?" She was blushing, but her teeth were showing. He was probably going to get bitten...

"Well, you're, uh, fully charged?"

"That's an interesting way of putting it," Bianca commented with mild sarcasm. "Is that what everybody thinks, since I made a spectacle of myself?"

No way out... "Well, I think it's safe to say you're not a little girl anymore. Everybody noticed. Charles saw fit to... admonish us about getting any wild ideas..."

"Oh. What should I expect, then?"

What a minefield! "Well, nobody thinks less of you over yesterday. For the guys, at least, you kinda put yourself on the map. I mean that in a positive way!" Pete held up his hands. "But you ARE still fourteen, and that's pretty serious poaching. Some of the guys needed a serious threat to put the idea of, uh, bothering you away, so Charles reminded 'em that your Papa was pretty good with knives, and would probably cut 'em even if it was YOUR idea. Then he told us that if he got wind of you being taken advantage of, HE'D cut the offender's balls off! I figure you're pretty safe, even if some of the guys drool from a distance."

"Papa won't be around..." Bianca muttered, pondering.

"Yeah, well, if anybody touches you that you don't want to, I'LL hold him while Charles cuts him!" Pete declared.

Bianca beamed. Pete was SOOO cute, and now that Papa was leaving, maybe... Charles apparently didn't care about it if she WANTED a man...

Pete basked in the smile for a moment, then got busy closing boxes. "Um, how many more, do you think?"

"I think four," Bianca returned. "Want me to help you load up? They're light..."

"Okay." Pete collected two, and Bianca stacked another pair on top, then ushered him out the door.

"I'll keep folding."

"Okay. Be right back." This time, he squatted outside Raoul's door before knocking. "Another load. I'm off to get more boxes." Pete had no interest in hanging around the angry little man, especially now that he had his knives...

...Only he didn't know it. "My knives?" Raoul called out behind him.

"In one of those boxes!" Pete replied over his shoulder, and kept going.

Another loop through the supply room, and he was back. "Bianca?"

"I'm in the bathroom. More stuff on the bed. I'm getting Papa's shaving gear and stuff..."

"Okay." Pete resumed loading clothing, putting shoes in the bottom of the first box for this load. Raoul favored highly-polished 'shit kickers' -- pointed-toed lace-up shoes with a slight heel. Pete thought they'd been popular in the Seventies, maybe, but he could see how they'd benefit a short man who occasionally got in a fight...

Bianca came in with an armload of this and that from the bathroom, which she tossed in another box. "There are some things in the main room," she said, and headed back out. Pete kept loading, avoiding the shaving kit box, figuring that whatever Bianca returned with from the main room would travel better with razors and such than clothing. Bianca returned loaded down with assorted knick-knacks, a walking stick, a rather pretentious fedora, and a coat. "That's it."

"The cane is going to be a problem," Pete observed. "Maybe he can take it on the plane."

"I don't think so." Bianca's smile was carnivorous and she twisted the handle slightly and pulled, revealing a long blade.

Pete had heard of sword canes before, but never actually SEEN one. "Oooookaaaaayyyy..." The damned thing wasn't going in a box, either. Well, they could pack it, special, when the time came... The hat went in the box with the mixed articles, and the coat sucked up half of a clothing box, but it appeared that they were done. Now, all he had to do was get six boxes out of there...

"I'll help," Bianca offered. "Let's load you up first." They repeated the procedure for the last load, piling up four boxes in Pete's arms, then Bianca stooped to retrieve the other two and the cane.

"Got it?" Pete asked. Bianca nodded, and out the door they went.

This time, Raoul apparently heard them coming. He stood in the door, apparently jubilant over something. "Oh, good! You're training her do be a domestic!" he chortled. "She'll need some skill beside being an adulterous puta like her mother!" Rounding on his daughter, he announced, "You tell that whore I'm divorcing her as soon as I get to Kansas City -- and that I will have all of the evidence I need to make it stick! Mister Armand probably has tapes..." He sneered at Bianca. "You made YOUR bed -- now go lie in it! Be careful of the wet spot!" He shooed her off, and Bianca, mortified, made no effort to fight it.

Pete stood there, hangdog. "That sucked, Raoul. I damn sure didn't need to see that!"

"It is none of your business!" Raoul retorted nastily. Kicking the boxes into his room, he slammed the door.

Bianca ran down the hall a short distance, then stopped and composed herself. Pete followed, standing next to her for a moment before murmuring, "Man! That was... nasty!"

Bianca managed, "Well, Papa was never the doting father... He's never been any too tolerant." She managed a wry smile. "There was never any question whether I'd stay with Mama; Papa isn't equipped to deal with me by himself. He really never has." Her face went serious. "Although, if Mister Armand really told Papa that, Mama and I might be in serious trouble..."

Pete gave in to the urge to wrap his arms around her. "It'll be all right." Logically, he didn't have a leg to stand on; Mr. Wilson could turn out Inez and Bianca even faster than Raoul, if he cared to. But, while he couldn't explain it, his gut told him that with Jason so intimately involved in the fiasco, Mr. Wilson probably wasn't planning anything too radical.

Bianca was both comforted and not comforted. Pete's arms felt VERY good, but his words weren't convincing. Things could get serious, very quickly... "I'd better get back..."

Pete took the hint and let go. "If you need anything..."

"Thanks."

Pete watched her head off down the hall, then turned back to his babysitting job. What the Hell was he thinking, anyway?

On her return, Bianca found her mother sitting in her chair in the sitting room, her head in her hands, shoulders shaking. Instantly, her worst fears surfaced, "Mama?"

Inez, looked up. "Oh, my flower, what have I done?"

"I just came from Papa. He said..."

"I know what he said," Inez replied dully. "He said he will be filing for divorce, and that Mister Armand told him he would provide him with everything he needs."

Bianca nodded. "What happened?"

"Mister Armand called your father away; I assumed it was to fire him, so when he called me, I went in to ask him if he would take me on as a cook and a maid. I was done with your father, and I saw an opportunity for us to be free of him. Little did I know the cost..." Her shoulders shook.

This sounded bad. "Tell me."

"He called me in and he asked me why we were disturbing the peace of his house. I started to complain about your father, but he confronted me with my infidelity. He said he knew about Mister Jason, but that if I'd REALLY been being abused, I'd have come to him! He accused me of enjoying it! I denied this, but..." She hung her head. "He showed me pictures -- videos -- of Mister Jason having me. I was screaming my joy; there was no way to deny the truth..."

Bianca began wondering if she should start packing her own things. "And then?"

"Then Mister Armand spent some time weighing his options. He offered me the maid's job, but the price..."

"Price?"

"I'm a puta, a whore. If anything, I'm lower than the Wench; at least she isn't married, an adulteress! Mister Armand made this clear... The lies I told myself have been stripped away... I'm to allow the divorce, or Mister Armand will give Raoul everything he needs. Mister Jason and Mister Armand are going to punish me for my sins, and they're going to use me, whenever and however they want..."

"We can leave, Mama," Bianca mused. "It won't be easy, but..."

"My little flower," Inez husked sadly, "there is something I haven't told you..."

'More?' Bianca thought. Her face held the question.

"I am... pregnant..."

"Dios mio!" Shock played across Bianca's features. "Uhhh..."

Inez nodded, and tears poured. "Mister Jason."

Bianca covered her face. She didn't know whether to cry, or laugh insanely.

"I have already sold my soul, Daughter. We will continue to live here. Mister Jason is my Master, and Mister Armand is my Lord. Mister Jason was clear about this." She shook her head. "Mister Armand was looking for a way to punish Mister Jason, but when he found out, he said I'd done it for him..."

"And the baby?"

"It is my Lord's will that I carry it, and that my Master acknowledge it and see to its care... I can no longer be Catholic, with my sins, but I cannot consider abortion..."

"Oh, man! What did Mister Jason say to that?" Bianca's eyes were huge! Mister Jason was... dangerous... in ways that left Papa in the dust...

"He wants proof positive -- a paternity test -- but he KNOWS it is his... He will do as my Lord requires." She looked up. "I will be his woman, now, more than I was; he will not wait until I'm divorced to exercise his control over me. You will witness my shame, regularly."

"Mama, you're not going to your death, here. You and Mister Jason have had a thing for some time... To me, it sounds like it will only get more intense." Bianca rolled her eyes. Such theatrics!

"Things have changed. Before, attacks were occasional, and I could justify them by pretending that I was making a sacrifice for my family. Now, there is nothing to stop my Master and I know that I'm just a slut..."

"You have to call him that?"

"Yes."

"Huh. Well, Mama, you KNOW that all of the other women in this household put up with it -- except maybe Cook..."

Inez chuckled dryly, "Even Velma, although even SHE isn't sure why..." Velma was a huge black Jamaican woman -- not exactly Mister Armand's normal fare...

Bianca shrugged. "Okay, well, I fail to see what makes your plight any worse than theirs... Okay, there's the Church, but..."

"I'm an adulteress!" Inez's eyes flashed.

"Oh, Mama!'

"Even the first time, I just knelt up and did as he bid..." Inez shook her head, remembering.

"And Mister Jason is an incredibly dangerous man, who would have had his way, anyway! Forget it! Things are really somewhere between the extremes, here! God will forgive you, even if the Church doesn't! Buck up!"

"We can never go home..."

"I'm sorry, Mama, but I'm not sure that's any big loss." In Bianca's view, her Mama's beloved hometown was a collection of dirty hovels occupied by ignorant people who made rude comments about things they'd never seen. "You go to Mass until they lock the door on you; around here, I doubt that it will happen, anyway -- the Church in America has a nodding acquaintance with reality, occasionally..."

"And my bastard child?" Inez rasped.

"Time, Mama, time. You have several months. Maybe Mister Jason will do the right thing..."

"I know better than to hope," Inez grunted, but she was beginning to stop feeling sorry for herself. She speared Bianca with a look, "YOU are not safe, either! My Lord Armand at one point threatened to put both Raoul and I out, but keep you and train you to be a puta like the Wench!"

Bianca flinched, but... "Mama, if Mister Armand had a thing for young girls, he'd have found a way to get to me already! I think he was just trying to scare you!"

"What about your service to the Wench?" Inez countered. "Perhaps this is just the start -- he's breaking down your resistance..."

"Now that Papa's no longer around to punish, it will probably end..."

"No. You will continue, to punish ME!" Inez crossed her arms and sat back, pleased that she'd made a dent in her daughter's indifference.

"Yeah, well, just because they threatened to have sex with you occasionally..."

"They already HAVE! BOTH of them! At the SAME TIME! Master Jason used my mouth and Lord Armand..." Inez rubbed her ass. "Lord Armand stuck a buzzing thing in my..." Inez's upbringing hadn't really provided her with words for the kinds of things the men did to her.

"Pussy, Mama." Bianca ducked the reflexive slap. "Learn the words. Knowing Mister Jason, he'll want to hear them from you."

"You are already ruined!" Inez exclaimed.

"Because I know what to call it?" Bianca laughed. "I learned THAT at school! THIS is why I have no interest in returning to the old country! Ignorance and superstition! Well, Mama, if you're gonna get used the way you THINK you're gonna get used, you should learn the words! They'll be your stock in trade!"

Inez, furious, hopped up and exclaimed, "You are depraved! I will wash your vile mouth out with soap! You will be grounded..."

"Mama, sit down, and shut up!" Bianca roared. She stood, and the problem became apparent; she had an inch and a half on Inez, and was younger, leaner, perhaps stronger... Inez discovered that moment that occurs for many parents when they discover that their children have surpassed them, and are no longer amenable to direct physical control. It was ANOTHER shock, atop a long list in the past hour or so; Inez, mouth working, collapsed back into the chair. Bianca moved up and rubbed her mother's back, "So tell me about it."

"Lord Armand put a buzzing thing..."

"A vibrator, Mama."

"... In my... pussy... It had a thing on it that touched my... center..." Bianca took clitoris in context. "It was impossible to resist. Lord Armand was in my..." Inez looked up at Bianca for support, and got it, "...ass, and Master Jason was... fucking... my throat, holding onto these..." She fingered her braids. But the buzzing thing -- I couldn't resist. God help me, I..."

"You came? You had an orgasm?"

Inez hung her head. "Yes..."

"Well, Mama, if you're gonna have to do it, you might as well enjoy it!"

"You ARE ruined!"

"No, I'm practical, like my Mama. Sex with Mister Jason isn't exactly a fate worse than death for you, and I think you've done all of this stuff before, anyway. You need to get past this beating on yourself thing, and get back to dealing with reality. It'll all be okay -- and might even get better!" Bianca rubbed her mother's back. "How about some tea?"

"You weren't the one... used..." Inez complained, but she nodded in answer to Bianca's question.

"Mama, the only thing different about this is how you're handling it! Haven't you had sex both ways with Mister Jason?" Bianca put the kettle on their small stove.

"Well, yes, but..."

"But what, Mama?"

"Well, two? At the same time?"

"Mama, I watched the Wench do more, just yesterday! Are you hurt?"

"Well, no..."

"Then it is all in your head! Remember that Mister Armand enjoys messing with women's heads as much as he enjoys messing with their bodies!"

"How do you know?" Inez demanded.

"Mama, I've lived here for several years now, and I'm NOT blind! I've watched Mister Armand's women wander around here, wondering what he was going to do to them next. You have that exact same look!" Bianca insisted. "Besides, I've had a few talks with the Wench..."

"I fear the results of THAT..."

"I think you'd benefit from a long talk with her, yourself! She's probably unique in that nothing that Mister Armand does to her fazes her!" Bianca set out cups, the tea bags, and honey. "At this point, how is your situation different from, say, Consuela's?"

"Master Jason," Inez returned positively. "My lord Armand made it clear that Master Jason OWNS me; he doesn't OWN anyone else..."

"Okay," Bianca mused, "how bad is that?"

"I don't know!" Inez began to get agitated.

Bianca turned from the stove and stamped her foot. "Why don't you wait and find out, then? Why borrow trouble? Why are you so upset?"

"The baby..." Inez husked.

"Um. Yes, that's bad. How did that happen? And how does Mister Jason feel about it?"

"It just did. Mister Jason told me to go on birth control, but I couldn't; the Pope says it's not right. Besides, your father would have found the pills..."

"Mama, the Wench says the Pope is just looking for more souls to rule. I think maybe she's right..."

Inez smiled wryly. "My lord Armand said much the same thing. Then he asked me if I refused to eat eggs because of the fact that I was killing baby chickens!" She shook her head.

Bianca blinked. THAT was an odd one... "Um, so you disobeyed Mister Jason, and there are serious consequences. That's bad. How bad is it, do you think?" The kettle had reached the point of beginning to whistle, so she removed it from the burner and began pouring. "And why are you being so careful to use this new form of address? It's just us, here..."

Her mother surprised her by glancing around in total paranoia. "When my Lord Armand confronted me with my sins, he told me that very little escapes his attention in this house. When I tried to deny my guilt, he showed me a... movie? on a disk..."

"A video?" Bianca supplied.

"Yes, a video. A video of Master Jason taking me, and me enjoying it, loudly, to my shame. A video taken IN THIS ROOM!"

Bianca blinked, and looked around, herself -- but she'd never noticed anything before, so... "Wow!"

"He knows that you and the Wench discussed birth control!" Inez followed up.

Bianca found herself wondering if he knew about her relieving herself in the linen closet... "Ooookay. I guess maybe you'd better, then..." She rubbed at her face. Well, Mister Armand probably didn't bother with EVERYTHING... Bianca managed to get the cups to the coffee table, and went back to collect the honey and spoons. Re-seating herself, she came back to the unanswered question: "How angry is Mister Jason?"

"I... don't know," Inez replied. "My lord Armand has forbidden him to kill me or kill the baby, but..." She shook her head. "I think that in the moment that I revealed it, his rage could have resulted in my death, but my lord Armand stifled that with his presence. I believe that he will obey the injunctions that my lord Armand has laid upon him. But I ALSO believe that his anger will lead him to punish me severely, perhaps over a long period."

"How do you feel about that?" Bianca asked.

Inez looked up from spooning honey into her cup. "I guess I deserve it..."

"I guess you do, too, Mama. I understand how it happened, but it wasn't smart." Bianca shook her head. It was the kind of mistake that SHE could be expected to make, at HER age -- not something for a grown woman to do! But Mama's upbringing was insular, and the Church was a powerful force in it... Thank God SHE was being educated in America! Even in America, however, people had strong opinions over terminating an actual pregnancy... "How did he seem when you left him, Mama?"

"He and Lord Armand were laughing and joking... They were talking about what kind of uniform I would wear..." The Wilson mansion had no standard uniform for servants; Armand dictated what they wear as individuals -- whatever he decided looked good on them. Consuela wore a French maid's frock with the whole list of accessories: nylons and garters, tiny skirt that didn't cover her bare ass, push-up bra, the tiny apron and white hat... Velma wore a more standard grey dress and wide apron. Leticia, who was also black, wore a variation on this that exposed a lot more skin... Males wore various things, from Jason's business suit, to Raoul's batman's livery of tie, vest, and dress pants, to Ed's coveralls, apparently depending upon their function. Jorge wore a grey chauffeur's outfit -- very nattily, Bianca thought. And, of course, the Wench wore nothing at all...

"No doubt there will be a punishment built in, somewhere," Bianca hazarded.

"I don't think I can..."

"Mama!" Bianca cut her mother off. "If the walls have ears, I don't think you want to give anyone ideas!"

"Ulp!" Inez's mouth closed with a clop.

"Well, whatever they come up with, you'll wear it," Bianca mused. "You have no choice; besides, pleasing Mister Jason should be a top priority. Under normal circumstances, I don't think that's any too onerous, despite the beatings he gives you -- but with him angry like he probably is..." She sipped her tea. "How DO you handle the beatings?"

"Ummm. Well, they DO hurt... But then, he takes me, and makes me his; somehow, I add the pain to the pleasure..."

"Anal sex? Oral sex?"

"Daughter!" Inez looked flustered. "Dios mio!"

"Well?"

"Oral is... sucking?" Bianca nodded, so Inez went on, "It is a service; there is some pleasure in doing it well. And the smell, the taste, the passing of excitement back and forth... I don't cum, but I get very excited. If he does something else..." Bianca continued to eye her. "Anal... usually hurts, at the start, but it can be pleasurable. It is odd, but true..."

The door flew open at that point; both women whirled in surprise. Jason stood there, eyeing them, waiting for something. Bianca supplied it: "You scared us!"

Jason stepped through the door. "I require no invitation to come here -- I have property within these rooms." He gazed pointedly at Inez. "On your knees in my presence, Slut!"

Inez made no argument; she went straight to her knees from the chair without going erect in between.

"In fact," Jason continued, "I'm thinking about moving the pair of you out of here and into other rooms -- why should I have to come here to find you? Come here, Slut!" Inez took a moment to try to figure out how to clear the coffee table on her knees before circling behind the chair to move into Jason's reach. In the meantime, Jason addressed Bianca, "You continue to be a dependent, here, and subject to the protections a dependent enjoys -- EXCEPT that you will continue to serve the Wench until further notice! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Inez knelt up before Jason, and he gathered in her braids, moving her head by tugging one and then the other -- not hard, largely because Inez did not fight the direction; it was mere play. He looked back up. "I appear to be responsible for you, at one remove, through my ownership of your mother; if you require something, I should hear about it. If you are unclear regarding your rights -- as your mother claims to have been -- you should ask either myself or Mr. Wilson. At this point, however, your mother HAS no rights; she is my property, to use as I see fit." He turned his attention to Inez, "Are you wearing panties, Slut?"

"No, Master."

"Good. You're not to. Bend over the chair." Inez rose and bent over the upholstered back of the chair she had been occupying, and Jason circled behind her, throwing the skirt of her housedress up. While her mother's body and the chair masked his actions somewhat, it was clear that he was dropping his pants. The hall door remained open; Bianca passed it a quick glance, but did nothing. Bianca did not see it, but the moment of penetration was clear on her mother's face; Jason began to move in her, murmuring, "I guess it's too late to worry about pregnancy..."

Both of the adults were eyeing Bianca, her mother in embarrassment, and Mister Jason with a look of predatory glee. Bianca decided not to let him think he was getting away with anything. Deliberately, she picked up her teacup and announced, "I've seen this before..."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle. "You have?"

"Many times. Initially, it was very educational, but..."

"You'll forgive me if I do not stop?"

"This IS Mama's job..." Bianca feigned indifference. "I'm hoping that she enjoys it more than her last one." She settled back in her chair, maintaining eye contact with Mister Jason, who was shaking his head and displaying an expression that was about as close to pleasure as anyone had ever seen on that poker face.

"You're a cool one." Jason observed. Bianca merely smiled.

Inez was displaying an expression of complete mortification -- but her hips were beginning to dance. Humiliation was feeding her arousal; she was surprised and horrified that Bianca refused to leave, but something inside her was pleased she didn't.

Jason turned his attention to his woman, "That dress is an annoyance, Slut -- I can't get to those fat dugs of yours! Do something about it!"

Inez began working at the buttons, but she was far gone. Bianca put down her cup. "I can help..."

"P--please..." Inez was only half there; an orgasm was on the way -- a BIG one! Her hands didn't work...

Bianca stood and grabbed the hem of her mother's dress, tugging it up over her head. The waist caught on Inez's breasts for a moment, but a quick jerk cleared them -- the shapeless thing wasn't THAT tight. Inez had opened the buttons at the collar, so THAT wasn't an issue... "Raise your arms, Mama." Inez did so, and Bianca tugged the dress the rest of the way off.

Jason didn't know what to make of little Bianca; she was a total surprise... "Thank you."

Bianca's smile was predatory. "Apparently, this kind of thing is MY job, at the moment..." She stepped back and resumed her seat, apparently to coolly observe the act before her. She transferred her attention to her mother's eyes while Jason leaned forward and began mauling Inez's nipples.

Inez's expression still held some humiliation, but her eyes were glazed; they were fixed upon Bianca's because they were the most compelling thing in her range of vision, but she was beyond recognizing just who owned them... Bianca watched as her mother's face, neck and shoulders reddened, then she began to shake, "AaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! CHINGAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!" Inez's eyes rolled up and she threw herself back against her master in an effort to get all of that delicious friction available, until it triggered the shockwaves that blasted her mind and left only vast waves of pleasure.

Bianca's expression never changed, but she was aroused beyond endurance. Rising from her chair, she observed, "It looks like perhaps Mama WILL enjoy this more..." She leaned over and kissed her virtually incapacitated mother on the cheek, "Goodnight, Mama..." She nodded gravely to Mister Jason, who was obviously ejaculating in Mama, from the look on his face, and strode to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

There, the last vestiges of calm left her; she ripped off her panties and threw herself onto the bed, her right hand already delving between her fleshy outer lips. By the time Jason rose up and smacked Inez on the ass to get her attention for a cleanup suck, Bianca was already screaming her first orgasm into her pillow.

Jason's intent when he entered the room had been serious abuse of his slave, an establishment of unchallenged ownership. Bianca's presence had caused him to switch to potentially more potent psychological ploys designed to tie up both of the women -- but little Bianca had applied some kind of mental jui-jitsu, leaving Jason in frank admiration of the young girl! Her mother might be a simple, open-faced peasant slut, but little Bianca was a complex character who handled herself well under stress! His planned serious beating of Inez had also gone by the wayside, somewhere -- Jason found that he just wasn't angry enough to deliver it. Sighing, he delivered a ringing slap on the slut's butt. "Get up and clean me off, you silly cunt!"

Inez roused herself groggily, following the tugs on her braids to a position on her knees before her master's gooey cock. The requirement was clear, and she proceeded to suck and lick, starting at her master's gooey pubic hair at the base of his cock, where things were at their messiest, and finishing with his half-hard shaft.

When it was clear that she'd accomplished everything that was to be expected, Jason spurned her, pushing her head to throw her back to collapse on the floor. "Get me something to drink!"

"Wh--what, Master?"

Jason pondered this. "What do you have?"

"Coffee, tea, water..." Inez hadn't approved of soda pop; she subscribed to the idea that it would be bad for Bianca's complexion, weight, and a dozen other things.

"Anything alcoholic?"

"Perhaps some Dos Equis... Master," Raoul drank the light Mexican lager.

Jason liked beer, despite the fact that drinking it was less than pretentious -- but he wasn't going to drink anything that little greaser Raoul drank! "Get me a Killian's, then." Inez blinked in confusion, so he injected irritation into his voice, "What?"

"I don't have that, Master!" Inez all but wailed. Certainly, Master was doing this as a pretext to beat her...

Actually, beating wasn't required. Jason was learning subtlety from his mentor, Armand. "Then go and get it," he snapped pedantically. "There is a tap in the kitchen -- Velma will show you how to draw a draft beer. A tall one, I think; Velma will show you the proper glasses." His face firmed, "Go!"

Inez hopped up. "Like this?" She was absolutely naked, with Master Jason's seed running down her leg. Surely...

"Yes, like that!" Jason roared. "Move, or I'll give you a dozen stripes with my belt to wear!"

"Master!" Inez hurried around him, being sure to stay out of reach, and took off down the hall as if the dogs were on her.

Jason shook his head. So simple, so guileless... He pulled up and belted his trousers, and dropped into the chair. One could read her thought process from her face at any given moment. It was an absolute miracle that that fool Raoul had not discovered the truth years ago...

Inez pattered down the hall thirty feet before the realization that she was naked in public overcame her fear of her master and brought her to a halt. She stood there, hopping from foot to foot, her mind awash. What to do? What to do? Nothing came to mind, and someone would happen along in moments to discover her shame... Inez had an incredible nudity taboo; her mother had drilled it into her almost from the moment she was aware of herself as an individual. To be standing, naked in the hallway for ANYONE to see, the proof of her harlotry running down her leg... Dios mio! A whisper of sound behind her had her dashing madly for the kitchen -- maybe Velma wasn't there... She stopped before the double door, indecisive -- what if she was? But Charles appeared at an intersection behind her, making her decision for her; better to be seen by a woman than by a man...

Velma looked up as the door blasted open; she'd been slicing nectarines to send to the Boss. "Damn, Honey, you hot or somethin' ? That no-good husband o' yours ain't chasin' yo' is he?" She took up a position waving her knife at the door.

"Um, no..." Inez hung her head. Caught!

"Why ain't yo' wearin' no clothes?"

"Master Jason..."

Velma tilted her head. "Massa, now... Whazzat all about?" She ran her eye up and down Inez's exposed body. "Yo' leakin' a bit..."

"I -- I..."

The intercom lit. "Velma?"

Velma waddled to the wall unit. "Mistah J?"

"Is that worthless cunt Inez with you?"

"Yassuh."

"Did she get my beer yet?"

"Nosuh. Not yet."

There was a chuckle. "I hate to tell you this, but what with the recent goings on, Mr. Wilson has taken the little fool into his employ, to take over some of her idiot husband's duties, and to assist you. Oh, and she's MINE! She works for Mr. Wilson, but I own the silly cow."

"Oh. Well, she's sorta nekkid right now, suh."

"I know, I fired her off that way. Show the silly bitch how to draw a Killians and send her chunky ass back to me with it."

"Yassuh." Velma turned from the wall unit, her heavy body rippling to her deep chuckle. "You wanna tell me 'bout it?"

"Can I have something...?" Inez was belatedly attempting to cover the more important locations with her hands.

"Why?" Velma challenged. "Yo' ain't got nuthin' Ah ain't got more of..." She shook her head, then nodded toward a coat rack. "Take an apron; can't have yo' runnin' 'round the kitchen without protection."

Inez sidled over and snatched an apron; it was a big one with a wide neck strap holding up a square of cloth ALMOST big enough to hide her breasts and a lower portion wide enough to act as a skirt, even given Inez's wide hips and plush ass. She got into it; it wasn't much but it was CERTAINLY better than nothing... Velma cocked an eyebrow. "Well?"

"Can we, uh, do the beer? Master will become impatient..."

Velma chuckled and waddled to a cabinet, retrieving a glass. "Talk."

"Is that a big one? He wants a big one..." Inez insisted nervously. Velma replaced the glass and selected a taller one, then stood there, waiting: Inez got the point. "Raoul is gone, or will be tomorrow. I went to see Mister Armand, trying to find a way to stay. Things got... crazy. Mister Armand told me that he was sending Raoul away for his sins, but I must pay for mine... He gave me to Mister Jason. As a slave, more or less. Because..."

"Because yo' been fuckin' Mistah J forever?" Velma guessed.

"Yes." Inez hung her head.

"Well, yo' ain't got no enemies 'round here 'cause o' THAT, Honey!" Velma announced. "C'mere. Ah'll show yo' how ta work the tap..." She showed Inez where the keg was and how to operate it, drawing a beer and deliberately spilling off the head. "Yo' really my help?" Inez nodded. "Come in 'bout six, then; we'll do some bakin'. The Boss is 'bout due for some more o' your tortillas, an' Ah figger you'll be wantin' ta butter him up..." Inez nodded again, mute. Velma put a big hand on her bare shoulder, and looked her in the eye. "You do what you hafta fer Mister J an' don' worry 'bout everone else -- ain't a one a us don't owe ya fer keepin' his dander down. Now git!"

Inez mouthed thanks, and headed for the door, but Velma added a warning. "Best yo' shuck that apron 'fore he sees ya, Honey. Yo' left nekkid; he'll want yo' back same way!" Inez gulped and nodded.

On the way back, Inez passed Ed in the hall. There was nowhere to go, so she brazened it out, looking straight ahead as she passed him, clutching the beer. Ed wasn't paying attention, initially, but that white dress she was wearing was awful funny looking; he got a glimpse of the side of a pretty full breast, and was that her ass peeking out of the slit up the back? Ed scratched his head; he hadn't taken Mrs. Hernandez for the bare skin type... Oh, well. With Raoul on the way out, maybe she was going to get loose for a bit; he might, in her place. Maybe she'll want a little strange... No, best not. Jason's bad news... The little fantasy he'd been concocting foundered on reality before it even got started. Curiosity got the better of him, though, and he began quietly following the little Mexican woman, at some distance. Yeah, that was bare ass, all right...

Inez stopped before her door, and Ed ducked into a doorway, just in time to avoid being seen. When he peered around the door facing, however, he got a treat; Inez was shrugging out of what he now recognized as a full apron, carefully juggling the beer -- and she was buck naked beneath! Okay, so, she wasn't her daughter; but she was a damned fine piece in her own right! Shit! Inez opened the door and entered, and Ed sidled up to listen from outside. Why did she get naked in the hall, for Christ's sake?

The answer was immediate; Jason's voice grunted, "What took you so long, Slut? Come here, kneel up." Ed shook his head. Raoul wasn't even out of the house yet, and Jason had moved in... Ed picked up the apron; one of Velmas -- had to be. It was HUGE! Obviously, she hadn't been wearing it on the way out... Ed started to get an idea. Maybe tonight wasn't the proper time, but it could be that Little Mrs. Naked could be induced to up some pussy, if he got something on her that she didn't want Jason knowing... He headed off toward the kitchen, humming a bit to himself as he got clear of the door, the apron bunched in his hand. Let Little Mrs. Naked wonder what happened to it...

Jason took a pull at his beer and eyed his prize. The stupid cunt was pregnant, something for which forgiveness was going to come hard. But other than that... Twenty-four hour availability was going to be sweet... "We need to decide upon a uniform for you. Show me your wardrobe!" Inez got up and padded off toward the bedroom, her breasts swaying and her chunky ass shimmying, and Jason followed, drinking it all in. No more waiting for that greasy little spick husband of hers to hit the door -- he could have her anytime!

Inez opened the closet, vaguely surprised that it was half empty. "This is it, Master." Slowly, it dawned on her what was wrong; Raoul's things were gone! Well, that was all to the good...

Jason pawed through things. More shapeless dresses like the one still heaped in the sitting room, some long skirts, some peasant blouses... Yeah, that was it! "You'll go in more or less your natural state, I think," he announced. "You'll wear skirts and these," he fingered a blouse, "exclusively. You'll wear no shoes indoors, and sandals out. No panties, and no bras, but you can wear THAT!" 'That' was a bustier; it would lift and support her breasts while exposing them. "Oh, and you will bear your breasts any time you are in my presence."

"Master?"

"You heard me! It doesn't matter if God himself is in the room; if I enter it, you fish the neckline of your blouse down under your breasts! Understood?"

"Yes, Master." Just thinking about it left Inez mortified.

"Good. It'll be even better when they get all full of milk so you can nurse our snot-nosed brat!" Jason grunted. The anger was there, flickering. "I don't suppose you have any sense about this..."

"Master?"

Jason fixed her with a glare, "Abortion is the sensible course..."

... But one look said it wasn't going to happen. Armand knew this, obviously. No, the stupid cow was going to carry the brat, and Jason was going to be a father, willy-nilly, like it or not. "I... can't, Master."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" He sighed. "Expect to move, as soon as I can clear it with Armand and make other arrangements. Bianca will move, too. I'm going to want to warm my feet on your sorry ass, nightly." He chuckled at her look of concern. "Little Bianca is safe from me. Actually, she's a surprise; I was impressed with this evening's little performance..." He mused a moment. "Yeah, you're going to go to sleep with my cock in your mouth, and wake up with it in your ass -- we can do THAT right up to when the water breaks!" He chuckled and turned to leave. "Make sure you make Velma happy, and handle the silver and such; I know you spent considerable time covering that fool of a husband of yours, so you'll need no instruction in THAT portion of your duties..." He took another pull on his beer and left the bedroom. Inez just stood there until the entry door slammed behind him, then collapsed on the bed.