THE ABILENE DOULOS RANCH

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 7 ]

After dinner that evening, the family dispersed again. It cost extra, but George and Nina took their doulos back to a sound proof room for some fun. Kevin was less particular. As far as Lauren was concerned he could be banging the little slut right out in front of everybody. She wondered if Heather would enjoy it as much as she did. All she cared about was being alone with Jake.

It was common knowledge that humans and doulos were a different species, but she doubted the common knowledge after meeting her new doulo. All the male doulos had vasectomies and were considered “geldings”. All the females had their tubes tied. The operations were, of course, reversible so that a highly successful doulo could be bred with another later in life to produce a better line. Yet, there were occasional (quickly denounced) stories of an owner bearing the child of a doulo or a doulo bearing her owner’s child. Though the stories were reputed never to be true, the common knowledge was also that a half-doulo was still a doulo. Now she wondered about Jake’s heritage and about the foundation of common knowledge.

“What would you do if you were human?” Lauren asked her doulo. She’d never even thought of asking that question to a doulo before, but Jake was different.

He smiled. He laughed. “Mistress.” He paused, becoming serious. “Human or doulo, I love to fuck. Fucking you, mistress…” he paused again. “Mistress, I’m trained to tell you that you are the best in every way. Forget that. You are the most adventurous, beautiful, sexy mistress I’ve had.”

“Out of three,” said Lauren. She knew he was speaking sincerely, not as a trained animal.

“Out of all those I saw today,” said Jake. He let her blush, try to stammer out a reply, and then cut her off, “Why would I want to be anything besides your doulo?”

“Indeed,” nodded Lauren. Free room and board. No worries. No job. No money or need for money. A simple life. All he had to do was fuck his mistress when she wanted it. “Just one question. Would you fuck my daughter?”

Jake looked surprised, as he was. “Mistress, there are different ways to take that question. If you commanded it, yes. If you were not present and she commanded, then yes. Without permission? Never.”

“She’s afraid of cocks,” said Lauren. “Always wants them small. Maybe someday soon, you can show her otherwise.”

“Do not take my words wrong, mistress. Your daughter is beautiful and sexy. I am unsure of adventurous or other traits. I would enjoy fucking her. But I would not unless commanded. She is young, let her take her time.”

“Yes, I shouldn’t worry about her,” agreed Lauren, taking advice from her doulo without a second thought.

She changed subject quickly, “Jake, what is your first memory?”

“Mistress,” said Jake holding up his hand. “I will gladly converse with you at length, but we have other things to discuss while we are alone.”

“Tomorrow?” she ventured.

“Yes, mistress,” nodded Jake. “To this dull witted doulo, your reference to 230 meant you wish to visit the woman who wanted to trade today. The one from C230.”

“That’s what I meant,” said Lauren.

“Have you ever…?”

“Yes, I have,” said Lauren, cutting him off. It was ironic that she’d never told another soul, but then, you never lied to your doulo. There was no point. “Been with a woman,” she finished. “That was the question?”

“Yes, mistress. Between her and her female doulo, I see no other reason for her to propose a meeting than…”

“I understand, Jake,” said Lauren, cutting him off again.

“I see, mistress, no secrets with your doulo,” he affirmed the age old adage. But, a doulo didn’t truly understand how that had evolved into an idiom that meant more than it said. To a doulo it meant simply that there was no point in keeping secrets from a slave who would never betray you. An owner might say it among other owners though, meaning that if you never asked for what you wanted, then you’d never got it.

“I have two other concerns, mistress.”

“Speak.”

“In the presence of another owner, you will be unable to refuse a command. She may request me to command you to do anything. She may expect… I don’t know what she may expect you to perform, but she will expect instant obedience.”

“How thrilling,” said Lauren. “Today was more than I expected. Tomorrow will be also, I hope. I trust you will protect me from harm as I would protect you.”

“Of course, mistress. My second concern is that if she wants me to fuck her or her doulo, I can only cum once. Then I will have to wait 30 minutes. If you expect something, then…”

“Say no more. I understand the limits of a male. I suppose I might expect a stud like you to recover faster. I’m certain with the right persuasion that wonderful, huge, talented cock of yours would rise to any occasion.”

Jake blushed and ducked his head, “My mistress, for you…”

Lauren had never seen an embarrassed doulo before. It was a remarkable sign of innocence and honesty that she never expected. “For me?” she said, feeling her pussy moisten just over his sudden embarrassment. “Right now?” She pulled him to his feet and led him back to the play room. As they fucked, the door into the motor coach slammed, once, twice, and three times, but no one came back to intrude on the noisy frolics going on in the play room.

Finished and having regained her composure, Lauren came out to see the family. All three of them grinned at her, causing her to blush. “Sounds like you’re happy with your choice, dear,” said her husband.

“He’ll do,” said Lauren. “Are you happy with yours?” Although the rest of the family agreed they had made good choices, too, that didn’t wipe the knowing smiles off their faces.

The next day, Lauren and Jake again traded roles at the gate to the other side. She’d let him use the phone to make a call and set up their appointment so the trip wouldn’t be in vain. This time Lauren wasn’t naked. At Abby’s request, she was dressed as the adult counterpart to a schoolgirl, a school teacher. Many a man who preferred women his own age wanted to nail a school teacher over and over. Abby wanted the same. Lauren had the right clothes for it in her closet and all that needed to be added was a pair of wire rimmed glasses that she could stare through at naughty students.

Lauren was led on circuitous path to the designated campsite. It didn’t involve running the gauntlet again, but gave her plenty of exposure. At precisely the designated time, Jake rapped his knuckles on the door to the motor coach. It was much larger than the Lamont’s coach, the top of the line.

The door opened immediately. The female doulo, Lucy smiled at them. “I saw you coming,” she said. “Please come in, master and his doulo.” She stepped aside, letting Jake lead the naked Lauren into the relatively spacious coach.

“You travel in luxury,” said Jake, showing his usual ability to grasp his surroundings and make meaningful conversation.

“I make do,” said the woman. “We never actually met, did we? I’m Abby and this is Lucy.”

“Yes, we met Lucy,” said Jake. “I’m Jake and this is Lauren.”

“She’s quite lovely,” said Abby. “Isn’t she, Lucy?”

“I’ve only seen one thing lovelier,” said Lucy. Of course everyone knew the one thing was her mistress.

Lucy waved her arm toward the interior of the coach, inviting them to enter and explore. “My ex-husband paid for most of this,” she laughed. “I don’t suppose you appreciate the divorce laws as much as I do,” she added.

“Not being married, I haven’t worried about them,” smiled Jake.

“God,” said Abby, the one word standing alone for a half second, “I find it hard to believe that you have never been married. What woman, excusing me and all the other lesbians, wouldn’t want you?”

“Abby,” said Jake, speaking lowering his voice pointlessly to a conspiratorial tone. Everyone in the coach heard him as he said, “I’m 15.”

Abby looked truly surprised. “I always have a problem with guys. Can never guess their age. Is this legal?”

“Abby?” said Jake in feigned indignation. “Me and my doulo are legal. Me and your doulo are legal. If you want me for yourself, then… well, who’s to tell?”

Abby blushed deeply She chuckled, “You want me?”

“Have you ever been on a rocket to the moon?”

“What?”

“I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been,” said Jake.

“That’s what they all say,” said Abby as she got the metaphor. “No, it’s just that Lucy likes a cock every once in a while and I’ve taken a likeness to the tits on Lauren.”

“They are nice, aren’t they,” said Jake, pausing to admire the full tits on his mistress. “So much I like to do with them,” he added, winking at Abby.

“Why don’t you take Lucy to the back bedroom and have fun with her, say two hours worth? Lauren and I will stay here and play,” said Abby.

“I’d never dream of taking away your own bedroom” said Jake. He’d noticed the hooks on the walls and the ceiling and wasn’t sure his mistress would enjoy bondage.

“Nonsense,” said Abby. “You’re the guest, take the bedroom.”

“If you insist,” agreed Jake. If he was out of sight, he couldn’t protect his mistress. But there was nothing he could do except lead the pretty Lucy back to the master bedroom.

As they got back to the bedroom, Jake sat the doulo down on the bed and then sat next to her. There was little risk in his admission as he said, “I’m a doulo.” He didn’t want to take advantage of another of his own kind.

“Duh,” said Lucy. “Think I’d miss that? What are you doing?”

Jake was taken aback at Lucy’s obvious knowledge that he and his mistress had been playing a game. “How did you know?”

“Damn, I don’t have much fun, but sucking Lauren’s tits was at the top of my list,” said the doulo. “When I stepped in front of her and looked in her eyes, I knew she wasn’t the doulo. She didn’t want me to. No, I guess she wanted me to, but it surprised her. She jumped when my mouth touched her nipple.”

“It’s a game she likes to play,” said Jake. “It excites her to pretend to be a doulo, to be forced to have sex.”

“You asshole,” said Lucy. “You’re playing the smart boy, showing her new stuff?”

“What?” protested Jake as if he didn’t know what was wrong with that.

“You know the doulo creed,” she said, lowering her voice. “You’re supposed to act stupid.”

“I messed up a few years ago, I was young,” said Jake. “My mistress wanted me to learn reading and writing with her kids. I had a crush on her little girl. I fucked the little girl by day and my mistress by night. I let my cock rule me. My mistress never found out and after all that schooling, I got a reputation as the unusually smart doulo. It stuck.”

“Well I for one would appreciate it if you didn’t show off how smart doulos really are. I mean, shit, you’ll get us freed, then I’ll have a fucking husband. I’ll get pregnant, fat, and stuck with a bunch of kids. All I want is that stupid bitch to lick me once in a while and let me have a cock on occasion. You want the same worries they all have? Damn you, if you blow that, I’ll personally strangle you.”

“I don’t think we’re in danger of discovery,” said Jake. “I’m her personal secret. I know things she doesn’t want anyone else to know and I’ve only been with her for three days now. She gets turned on by playing doulo. You think she wants that to get out?”

“Weird,” said Lucy. “You gonna fuck me?”

“I didn’t want to make you,” said Jake.

“Shit,” said Lucy. “I haven’t had a good fuck since I left training. She pairs me up with some… owner,” she spat out the word like it was an obscenity, “and I pretend to enjoy it, you know, like they train us. She doesn’t like men, but would you take *me* to the moon?”

Jake looked at the clock on the wall. In two hours he could cum several times, “I can take you to the moon and back, and to the moon and back, and maybe to the moon again.” He climbed on top of the pretty doulo and sank his cock into her. “The only question is did you want warp speed, runaway truck, Sunday drive, or slow boat?”

She laughed as she spread her legs. “Let’s start with Sunday drive. Show me the town, stud.”

In the main compartment, Lauren smiled at her temporary mistress as she expected a doulo would. “You know what I hate,” said Abby in a voice that made Lauren wonder if she’d made a mistake. It somehow conveyed that Lauren was what Abby hated without really saying that.

“No, mistress,” said Lauren.

Then Abby smiled, making a joke of what she’d said, “I hate it when a doulo wears clothes.”

Though Abby had sat, Lauren had not allowed herself the privilege. She stood in front of Abby and said, “Did you want me to do it fast or slow, mistress?”

Abby pressed a button and slow music started. “You decide,” she said, though the music had already decided for her.

“Yes, mistress,” said Lauren as she removed her glasses and set them on the counter. The slow, sensuous motion was enough to set the mood. Then Lauren began to dance, slowly as the music led her.

After about 30 seconds, Abby said, “Now why would my son’s teacher be dancing like that for me?”

Dressed as she was, Lauren realized she was supposed to be playing a part. “Abby, I’m sorry…”

“Mrs. Wilkins,” corrected Abby. “Call me Mrs. Wilkins. Remember my son is Billy Wilkins.”

“Mrs. Wilkins,” said Lauren, submissively. “I’m sorry that I asked Billy to remove his shirt. Please don’t tell the principal what I asked him to do.”

“I won’t if you do everything I tell you,” said Abby. She sat back with a smile and a look of satisfaction.

“Thank you, Mrs. Wilkins,” said Lauren. “Please tell me what you want and I’ll do it. Anything.”

“That’s right you stupid cunt,” said Abby. “Now take off your shoes and stockings.”

Lauren slipped off her low heeled shoes and then sat down to slide the stockings down her legs. “Is this OK, Mrs. Wilkins?” she asked. She slid them down slowly, teasing her mistress. When her legs were bare, she stood again and resumed dancing.

Another minute passed and Lauren asked, “Is this what you want, Mrs. Wilkins. You like my legs?”

“They are nice. Let’s see what Billy thinks.” She rose and walked past the dancing ‘school teacher.’ She opened the door and looked outside. Lauren kept dancing, knowing that she’d shown a lot more yesterday than she was showing now. She wondered how far this was going to go. Was there really a Billy?

“There you are,” said Abby to someone outside. “Come on in, we’re ready for you.”

Lauren was facing away from Abby as she gritted her teeth and told herself that she was allowed to show no surprise, no reluctance. A doulo would perform anything for anyone. In fact, she felt herself get wet as she danced, waiting for the unseen audience to appear. Abby came back into view and sat down. “I thought the perfect punishment for you was to let you dance for Billy,” said Abby. She waved someone forward and Lauren saw an 11-year-old boy walk into view.

“H-h-hi, Billy,” she stammered, just as flustered as she sounded. She realized that there was more going on than she’d suspected. Just as Jake had warned her, neither he nor she could anticipate what Abby had planned. Her nephew Billy had come on vacation with her. He was getting his first doulo and learning about them before he made his choice. Today they were playing one of his fantasies. “Want to… want to…” she couldn’t bring herself to finish the question.

Abby admired the way Lauren was playing the part. It was more than she’d expected from a doulo. Lauren was actually surprised. She let the thought slide and enjoyed her nephew’s fantasy as it played out for him. “I think he wants to see some tit, Lauren.”

“Yeah,” said Billy as he sat down on the sofa and slid next to his ‘mom.’ “I want you to take off your dress.”

“Mrs. Wilkins, I couldn’t,” said Lauren. “I’ve never… Not for a student.” She felt a tingle build in her body. Her children were older than this boy. She was a mature woman, stripping for a preteen. It thrilled her to the core.

“Do it,” said Abby. “Or I’ll go to the principal.”

“Yes, Mrs. Wilkins,” said Lauren. She unzipped the dress down the back and let it fall slowly to the ground. She enjoyed the look on Billy’s face as she slowly exposed herself. “Are you going to make me…?”

“What, Lauren?” said Billy, calling his teacher by her first name.

“… take more off?”

“Oh, of course, but just keep dancing for now,” said Abby. “Turn and waggle your ass at Billy.”

As Lauren turned she heard Abby say, “Isn’t it great, Billy. She’ll do whatever you want. Just like Lucy, but with bigger tits.”

“Yeah, I wanna see ‘em,” said Billy.

“Tell her,” said Abby. Then Lauren heard her say, “And call her…” the rest of the sentence was to soft for her to hear.

“Show me your tits, Mrs. Anderson,” said Billy. He grinned as he said it and then glanced self-consciously at his ‘mom.’

“Do I have to?” asked Lauren, looking at Abby.

“Ask him,” said Abby. “He’s the one that wants to see them.”

Lauren had to steady herself as she looked at the young boy. His eager eyes were already on her tits. “D-do-do I have to, Billy?”

“Do it, Mrs. Anderson.”

Lauren reached behind her back and unhooked the bra she was wearing. She pulled it forward and tossed it to the side. Her eyes never left Billy’s face as she obeyed his command. It was so naughty for her to strip for the little boy. And it felt so delicious to be so naughty.

Billy turned to his ‘mom’ and said, “Yeah, they are bigger than Lucy’s. I like them.” He turned back to Lauren. “Now take off your panties, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Billy, I shouldn’t,” said Lauren. Then before the command had to be repeated she added, “But… if that’s what you want.” She reached for the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. For a moment she stopped dancing and just posed, totally naked for the boy.

Abby punched the button again and the music stopped. “What… what will make you happy now, Billy,” asked Lauren.

“Use this on her,” said Abby, handing Billy a leather paddle. “Make some noise.”

The mother of two stared at the nasty looking paddle as Billy hefted it in his hand. She wondered just how hard a boy his age could swing that thing. Like Jake had warned her though, there was no backing out now. “Don’t you think so?” said Abby. “Shouldn’t the student get to spank his teacher?”

“Yes, Mrs. Wilkins,” said Lauren. “Billy,” she took a deep breath, “Mrs. Anderson’s been a bad teacher. You’re going to have to …”

“Turn around and bend over,” interrupted Billy. He knew what he was going to ‘have’ to do. Mrs. Anderson, the namesake of his prettiest, but least favorite teacher, bent over for him. He took off his own shirt and dropped his pants, sporting a three-inch cock that was at full staff. Then he gave his teacher a firm swat.

“Ahhhh, Billy, please, not so hard,” said Lauren. She felt another swat even harder than the first. “Please, Billy,” she pleaded. “Don’t be mad at me.”

In the back bedroom, Jake and Lucy were resting after their first fuck. “She’s getting spanked?” he said in surprise.

“Yeah,” said Lucy. “Probably by her nephew.”

“Nephew?” said Jake. He didn’t know there was a boy involved.

“He’s 11,” said Lucy. “She’s buying him his first doulo and letting him try some out before he makes his choice.”

“That is so hot,” said Jake. “My mistress getting her ass spanked by an 11-year-old. And there ain’t a damn thing she can do about it. I wish I could see that.”

“Really?” said Lucy. She stood and turned on the TV in the room. The picture came on, showing a perfect view of the other room from a hidden camera. Lauren was almost facing the camera, her face distorted in pain with each swat. Her tits hung down, bouncing in rhythm to her spanking. Lucy turned back to Jake. “Oh, so that makes you hot,” she said in feigned jealousy as his cock rose. “At least we can put it to good use,” she added.

Jake got up, his eyes glued to the TV. Lucy got on her hands and knees, facing the TV. Jake entered her from behind, his cock in her pussy and his fingers on her clit. “Watch her get her ass spanked,” said Lucy. They both had a great view.

After ten swats, tears were rolling down Lauren’s cheeks and she was wondering just how she could end her torture. It was more than she’d ever expected. Just as she’d reached her limit, the spanking stopped. “I want a blow job,” said Billy.

Relieved that her ass was safe for a while, Lauren turned. “Yes, Billy.” She knelt down in front of the boy. Luckily his cock was just the right size to fill her mouth. A true doulo would be able to take a 10-inch cock down her throat. The less talented Lauren could still deep throat a 3-incher. What’s more, by now she wanted to.

She looked up at Billy, “You won’t tell anyone, will you?” She still was playing the role.

“So what if I do?” said Billy. Then he added, “I won’t tell if you swallow.”

“Fuck, Billy, it’s the most beautiful cock in the world. You can tell anyone that Mrs. Anderson blew it, swallowed, and loved it,” she sucked his cock into her mouth. The young boy was spring loaded to cum and filled her mouth quickly. Lauren didt two things she’d never done before. She let him cum in her mouth and she swallowed his cum with a smile. “Yummy, Billy,” she added. “Can we do it again?”

“Later,” said Abby. “Show Billy how you eat pussy, Mrs. Anderson.” She’d removed her clothes while Billy was getting his blow job.

“Of course, Mrs. Wilkins,” said Lauren. She knelt between Abby’s legs and licked at the woman’s clean shaven pussy. Now she felt the most pressure ever. A doulo would do this very well and she didn’t want to be exposed for what she was, so she slurped at the juicy pussy and teased her way around Abby’s clit. Gradually she worked her way to the center of Abby’s being, making the other woman’s clit stand up hard and proud before she nibbled Abby to orgasm.

Abby lay back and let Lauren relax for a brief moment. When she’d regained her breath she asked Billy, “What next?”

“I liked the rim job I got yesterday,” said Billy. “Do that to me, Mrs. Anderson,” he ordered. Then he lay down on her stomach and pulled his ass cheeks apart.

“Yeah, that’ll make you hard again, Billy and then you can fuck her,” added Abby with a chuckle.

Lauren again had to remind herself that she couldn’t hesitate. She smiled at Abby and said, “Here I come, Billy. Mrs. Anderson is going to rim you good.” She pushed his hands aside, spreading his ass cheeks herself and running her tongue around the little pink bud. “How’s that Billy? You gonna tell everyone that Mrs. Anderson licked your ass?” She returned to running her tongue around and around the young boy’s asshole.

Billy mumbled something into the pillow he had his face buried in. “Yeah, I think you’re right, Billy,” said Abby. She leaned closer to Lauren. “He liked it yesterday when the other doulo got some penetration with her tongue.”

“Oh my God,” thought Lauren. It was so forbidden as she entered territory she’d never been in before. Her pussy was wet and her whole body was on fire, but she was beginning to think she’d be frustrated for the whole two hours. She ran her tongue around the boy’s ass again and then stiffened it as much as she could. She pressed her tongue right at the center of the pucker and pushed. His sphincter gave some and she pushed in, getting a nasty taste on her tongue. Despite the taste, she felt even more excited and tongued him deep.

“Holy shit,” said Billy. “She’s better than the other one.” He twisted over on his back, his cock hard and pointed at the ceiling. “Do Aunt Abby,” he said. “Show her how good you are.”

Lauren totally missed Billy’s break from the fantasy. She turned to Abby and watched the woman lay down on her stomach. Burrowing between the woman’s fuller ass cheeks, she found her asshole and ran her tongue around it. After lubricating it, she pushed her tongue as deep as she could. Even when Abby rose to her knees, Lauren kept tonguing her ass. Abby brought her fingers to her pussy and brought herself off as Lauren rimmed her.

The false doulo didn’t get a break as Abby shuddered to an orgasm. Billy lay on his back and said, “Come ride me, now.” Lauren shifted her attention to the little boy. She straddled him and sank his cock into her pussy.

“Fuck me, Billy,” said Lauren. “Fuck me and tell everyone how good I am.” The cock barely filled her, but she was going to make the best of it. She leaned over him, dangling her tits in the face of the 11-year-old. “Want to suck my tits?” she asked.

Billy’s tongue darted out and licked at her nipples as she rode his cock slowly. She used her own fingers to tease her clit. “Fuck me, Billy,” she moaned again. “If I’d known one of my students could fuck me like this, I’d have let you do it a long time ago.”

With Billy’s tongue on her tits and his cock inside her, Lauren managed to get herself to a small orgasm with her fingers. It wasn’t anything like what Jake could do for her, but it would have to do. She sped up the pace, riding Billy’s cock and felt him squirt his cum inside her. Again she was overcome with the naughty thought that she was the mother of two, not too different in age from Billy, and letting him fuck her.

Lauren got a few minutes of rest when she was done with Billy this time. She lay on her back, relishing the thought that she could be anything, do anything and no one would find out. This was her chance to enjoy a forbidden fantasy and she was going to make the most of it. Hands, both Billy’s and Abby’s, roamed over her body. One set of hands belonged to an 11-year-old boy, thrilling her that the boy would cup her tits and fondle her with abandon. The other set of hands were almost as forbidden, a woman’s hands that were just as eager as Billy’s hands.

“What else do you want to do, Billy?” asked Abby.

“How much time?”

“Plenty,” said his aunt. “You little stud, you can get it up over and over. You do what you want with her.”

“Cool,” said Billy. “Another blow job and then I want to fuck again. Me on top this time.”

His cock was semi-hard as Lauren took it in her mouth. She got his balls and his cock in and sucked on them. As his cock hardened, she released it and licked up and down the slender shaft. She never liked blowjobs, but doing the little boy was exciting and his cock wasn’t big enough to make her gag. She began to understand why Nina liked little cocks. But it was even more exciting about the illicit act of doing this to a boy rather than a doulo. When he came in her mouth she swallowed every drop.

Then both Billy and Abby sucked on Lauren’s tits. They’d suck on a nipple, then grin at each other as if they were sharing an ice cream sundae instead of woman. It wasn’t long before Billy was hard again. He got between Lauren’s legs and slid his cock into her pussy. Though his cock wasn’t very big, Lauren was already hot just from the boy’s attentions. She felt his little cock sliding in and out and a quick orgasm shot through her as Billy filled her with his young seed.

With the little boy sated, Abby told him to get dressed and go outside. Billy nodded and did as he was told. He was used to this after a few days vacationing with his aunt. They’d share the doulo and then she’d have some time with the doulo to herself.

Alone with Abby, Lauren had the feeling that the stakes were higher now. What would the lesbian want that she couldn’t do in front of Billy? Abby sat and smiled at Lauren. “Stand up, Lauren,” she said. Lauren rose to stand in front of her mistress. “Interesting little fantasy you have going here,” said Abby.

“What, mistress?” asked Lauren. How could Abby know?

“Letting your doulo play the master while you be the doulo. I wonder how many women have that fantasy.”

“Mistress, you must be mistaken,” said Lauren, hoping to bluff her way through.

Abby just smiled. “I followed you yesterday down to the sharing circle,” she told Lauren. Lauren hadn’t known the name of the place, but sharing circle made sense since everyone had been sharing. “Your master fucked you and then instead of going to find another to share, he stayed with you. His hands never left you. He kept bringing you off, over and over. That’s when I suspected that he was your doulo. He was so attentive.

“So I followed some more. All the way to the gate. After you went through, I peeked through a hole and watched you change back. Then yesterday evening I went for a stroll on your side of the park. I watched your husband and kids go out with their doulos and I wondered if the family knew what mommy was doing during the day.”

Lauren’s shoulders slumped. She’d been caught and she knew it. She started to sit down. “Keep standing,” said Abby. “This is your fucking fantasy. It’s not over yet. In fact, I’d say it’s taking on a whole new life.” Lauren stiffened to attention again as a doulo would. “The dead giveaway was when you ate me out. You’d have flunked out of doulo pussy eating school. The good news is at least you made up with enthusiasm what you lacked in technique.”

Abby smiled a naughty smile. “It was fun watching you rim Billy. I’ll bet that was a first for you, but you were caught by then. No way out.” With a little chuckle she added, “The penetration idea was mine, not his. He doesn’t know you’re not a doulo, but for me it was fun making you do naughty, naughty things. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Lauren didn’t quite know how to answer. Her fantasy was in shambles, but at the same time it seemed to still be going strong. “Yes, mistress,” she said. “A doulo always enjoys making her young master happy.”

“And a woman like yourself enjoys being a pedophile?” Just like that the two shared the true impact of what had just happened. What was legal for Lauren to do to an 11-year-old doulo or for a doulo to do for an 11-year-old boy was not legal for Lauren to do to Billy. Neither of them was a doulo.

“So, we’re both going to enjoy this game for the rest of the week,” said Abby. “In exchange for my silence, you have to come here tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday. I suppose you’re leaving on Sunday like me.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Lauren. Perhaps this wasn’t going to turn out so bad. Today had been thrilling. She didn’t know what else Abby might have planned, but she was more than having her fantasy fulfilled.

“Good then, I’ll expect to see you at 10 tomorrow morning and you’ll stay until 4.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Lauren.

“And one other thing,” said Abby. For some reason, Lauren felt a chill run down her spine. The look in Abby’s eyes said she’d saved the worst for last. “Tomorrow I want you to bring that lovely young daughter of yours. Nina? Was that her name?”

“Yes, Nina, mistress,” agreed Lauren. “I can’t let her see me like this.”

“Let’s be perfectly clear, Lauren,” said Abby. “You can’t afford to let the rest of the world see you like this. You’re going to have to let your little girl see this side of you and you’ve got to convince her to be Billy’s doulo for the day.”

As Lauren digested that last bit of news, Abby said, “Now where is that pretty doulo smile that you should have on your face right now?”

Lauren forced a smile; it was less than pretty. “She’s just 14,” she said. “You can’t mean…”

“Billy can’t decide whether he wants an adult doulo or one closer to his age. I thought Nina would be the perfect chance for him to find out what a little swimmer is like.”

“I can’t,” said Lauren.

“Fine, then,” said Abby. “Did I mention that I have the whole morning on tape? See the camera lens right there? I figured I’d start by selling it on the Internet and then let the authorities find out who is blowing an 11-year-old boy.” She let the words hang for a moment as Lauren’s face showed her desperation. “Now I would think a mother could convince her loving daughter to make one little sacrifice to save her reputation. I suggest you give it a try. Tomorrow I’ll meet you at the gate.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Lauren.

Abby looked at the camera lens and crooked a finger at it as if beckoning the camera to come closer. Back in the playroom, Lucy jumped to her feet. “Shit, she knows we’re watching. I’m going to get a spanking now.”

“No she doesn’t,” said Jake. “She only knows if we act that we saw what she just did.”

“She summoned me. I gotta go,” said Lucy. She pushed open the door and walked out.

“Did you have fun, Lucy?” asked Abby.

“Yes, mistress, Jake is a great master.”

“I meant did you have fun watching us?”

“Yes, mistress,” said Lucy, ducking her head in shame. “It made Jake excited to see his doulo with Billy.”

“Did you have the sound turned down?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Then you missed the last part.” She looked exasperated. Part of the point was to let Jake know that the ruse had been uncovered. “Tell them, Lauren.”

“Jake, she knows that you’re the doulo and I’m the mistress,” said Lauren.

“That’s OK, so does Lucy,” said Jake.

“Hah,” chuckled Abby. “When it comes to sex, the body doesn’t lie. He was too good, wasn’t he?”

“Yes, mistress,” said Lucy.

“Then you won’t mind entertaining him the rest of the week. He and Lauren will be coming to play the same game every day. He will play your master and fuck you silly. I will be Lauren’s mistress. Neither of you will breathe a word of this, is that understood?”

“Yes, mistress,” they both said at once.

“Jake, get dressed and take your mistress back home. But, before you go I have one more request. Go get dressed and I’ll tell you then.”

While Jake was dressing, Abby turned Lauren around and rubbed the brand on her smooth ass. “You let him brand you? How overboard is that?”

“I… I wanted to see what it was like,” said Lauren.

“And how was it?”

“It was great,” said Lauren. “It’s what started this whole fantasy going.”

Jake came back and Abby made sure they all understood the rules. The two doulos knew their place in life, but they needed to understand Lauren’s place with them. “For the next three days, when you are with me, Lucy and Lauren are my doulos. Jake you must play the role of master, but know that to me you are also a doulo. You all three will do what I tell you with a smile on your face. Jake, I especially warn you that you should not think of her as your mistress. You should not think of protecting her. Outside this coach, you are her master. Inside you will obey me.”

“Yes, mistress,” all three intoned.

“Good,” said Abby. “Lauren has been bad. Her punishment is that she must play doulo for three days. But, Jake, you have been bad, too. You have played at being a master when you know you are nothing but a doulo.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Jake.

But Lauren jumped in immediately. “He was only doing what I commanded.”

“That’s why I have a special punishment for him” said Abby. “It’s time for the two of you to go and when you do, you’ll leave the way you came – with Jake as the master and Lauren as the doulo. Before you leave, you have to give your doulo a spanking. Outside. In front of everybody. And you better not take it easy on her. I want to see five swats that make her jump and I want her to let everybody know she’s getting spanked.” She handed Jake the leather paddle.

“It’s OK, Jake,” said Lauren.

“Make that 10 swats,” said Abby. “Your doulo spoke without permission.”

“Yes, she did, didn’t she,” said Jake. He eyed her sternly. “She’ll be lucky if it’s only ten.” He pushed open the door and turned back to Lauren. He sank his fingers into her hair and practically dragged her outside. “Over the chair,” he said gruffly.

Lauren bent as ordered, but not before noticing how the commotion had made heads turn. There were at least two dozen people in sight. “Don’t forget to count and thank me, you insolent doulo,” said Jake loudly. Lauren shuddered as his voice carried, only bringing more attention to her.

Jake brought the paddle down in a swift, strong stroke. If Lauren hadn’t been holding onto the chair she was bent over, she might have been knocked off her feet. “Aaaahhhhh,” she moaned. “One, thank you, master.”

“That’s the way, Jake,” said Abby. “Nine more like that and she won’t be so insolent next time.”

After the fourth swat, Lauren screamed so loud that Abby stopped Jake while she put a ball gag in the her mouth. Jake finished the spanking to the muffled screams of his mistress. Then he removed the ball gag and handed both gag and paddle to Abby. “Thank you for the loan of your toys,” he said to her. “Now we must be off.” He turned and pulled Lauren behind him. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her tear streaked face.

Back safely on her own turf, dressed and with Jake naked, she turned and slapped him soundly. “You insolent doulo,” she said throwing his words back at him. “You are going to be whipped within an inch of your life.”

“Yes, mistress, I know I deserve that,” said Jake. “But you should know…”

“Don’t speak,” shouted Lauren. She tugged roughly on the leash, taking her turn to be firmly in control.

It wasn’t a long walk back to the site where the coach was parked. Halfway there, Jake dared to speak again. He did it quickly so Lauren couldn’t stop him. “Mistress, you can’t go back like that.”

She turned with an angry glare and then wiped her eyes. “I look a mess, don’t I?”

“My mistress is the most beautiful woman in the world,” said Jake. “But right now she looks like she’s been spanked hard.”

“No wonder,” said Lauren. She detoured to a rest room where she washed off the tear streaks and primped herself. Looking more presentable they made their way back to the motor coach. By the time they were back, Lauren had cooled down considerably.

“I should thank you, Jake,” said Lauren. She knew that he’d had to be rough with her or else Abby might have demanded even more punishment.

“You should never thank your insolent doulo, mistress,” said Jake. “I ache from what I had to do to my mistress.”

The Lamonts had their dinner as a family and afterwards Lauren pulled Nina off so the two could speak in private. Nina showed surprise, amusement, and consternation at various times as Lauren unfolded her story. Then she dropped the bombshell on her daughter, telling Nina that she would be a participant tomorrow.

“No way, mom,” said Nina at first. “This is your fantasy.” After going over the consequences of not joining in, Lauren eventually managed to get a reluctant agreement from Nina.

“This is going to cost you,” said Nina.

“How’s that,” asked Lauren. Wasn’t it enough that Abby had her over a barrel? Now Nina was getting the same attitude.

“I want to borrow Jake,” said Nina.

“OK,” said Lauren.

“Anytime I want for the next three years,” added Nina. After listening to her mother the night before she’d decided that little cocks may not be the best. “Starting tonight. And if I like him, I get to swap Jeffrey for a new doulo, one with a big cock.”

“That’s $500,” said Lauren in shock. That was the cost of trading in after you’d made your selection and signed the papers. “Your father will never…”

“You’ll just have to talk him into it,” said Nina. “God knows what I’m going to have to do tomorrow. You need my help, I think $500 is nothing.”

“You’re right, Nina,” agreed Lauren. “I’ll talk to him, but make sure you want one like Jake. Give him a ride tonight.” She couldn’t believe she was offering a cock that size to her daughter.

“And I want to watch you,” said Nina.

“Watch me what?” asked Lauren.

“Watch you and Jake, you know, fuck. I want to watch you make that noise like you did last night.”

“Nina, I know you’re mad at me, but you’re embarrassing me.” She knew her family had heard her, but she hadn’t realized it had made that much of an impression.

“Yeah, mom,” said Nina. “I guess that’s exactly what I want to do to you more than anything else. Tomorrow is going to be mega embarrassing for me. I want to make you feel the same way.”

“Fine, Nina,” said Lauren. She deserved that. “Not tonight. I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“You can’t have him tonight anyway,” said Nina. “I’m taking him.” Making good on her claim, she went back to the bedroom and got Jake from his stall. She left her little boy, Rory, alone in his stall as she took advantage of her new position of power over her mother.

Jake hadn’t expected this turn of events, but he didn’t show his surprise. He was at the command of any of the family and he knew that Nina wouldn’t be taking him out with permission. “How may I please you, mistress,” he said with a smile.

There was barely any difference in age between the two, but plenty of difference in status. Nina wanted Jake to know just where he stood, because she didn’t want any of the attitude that he showed with her mom. “I know what you’ve done with my mom and you’re not going to get away with it with me,” she said. She took out leather cuffs and put one on each of his wrists and ankles. “Get on the bed, face down,” she told him. “Pull your knees under you and grab your ankles.” Once he was in that position, she hooked the cuff on his left ankle to his left wrist and right ankle to right wrist.

Nina got a leather paddle and gave Jake a swat just as hard as she could. The doulo had been spanked before. It was something a doulo just learned to live with. Sometimes it was for a reason and sometimes it wasn’t. He knew there was a reason this time, but it didn’t matter. He gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound. She swatted him again and again. His ass reddened and his body jumped with each swat, but he kept his silence. Finally on the eleventh swat, he let out a strangled, “Aaaahhhh.”

The young mistress tossed the paddle aside. She knew she’s really gotten the 15-year-old doulo’s attention if he had finally broken down and cried out. “Now roll over and spread your legs.” When he rolled over with his wrists cuffed to ankles, there was nothing he could do but spread his legs. Freshly spanked, his cock was hard.

Facing away from the doulo, she stripped off her clothes. She wasn’t even going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her naked from the front. As she got on the bed, she backed up and squatted down, letting his cock slide up her pussy. It took a while to work the huge cock inside her pussy. She’d never had anything like it inside her before. At first she was only taking an inch or two, but gradually she managed to force more of it in her tight cunt. Once she had it all in, she started sliding up and down. “Don’t you dare cum inside me,” she warned him. That was another bit of satisfaction she intended to deny him.

This was far better than a little cock. She hadn’t realized what a real cock could do for her. It not only stretched her out more, but it sank deeper inside her. It was an incredible feeling. She used her fingers to play with her clit as she bounced up and down on the cock. It took several minutes to work herself up to an orgasm, mainly because she wanted to take her time. She wanted her mom’s naughty doulo to suffer, fucking her, but not allowed to cum. When she finally did cum, it was the best ever, but she didn’t let on. Then she rose and dressed, still without facing him.

Once she was dressed, the 14-year-old turned back to face Jake. She unhooked his wrists and ankles and removed the cuffs. Then she put him back in his stall. His cock was still hard, so she said, “Don’t cum inside your stall either or I’ll make you lick it up.”

Jake shrugged at the odd command. What did she think a doulo did anyway, he wondered as he jerked off. Then, as usual, he licked it up so no one was the wiser.