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SERVANT TWO-THIRTY-SIX CHAPTER 8(Mg* gg Pedo Inc Cons BDSM MC Anal)By Phil E. Hebe
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Chapter 8
I picked up Sharon from the Club and drove home. I had a plan. I decided there was only one way to get Sharon away from the Club. "I was thinking about moving to sunny California. I bet the change will be good for both of us. Just think, Hollywood, movie stars, and you could learn to surf."
"But daddy, what about the Club? You signed papers. You have an obligation."
"Just forget about the Club, okay? There is a life without the Club you know."
"Daddy, all my friends are at the Club and I am doing real well at the school. I can't leave Mr. Reed, he is my mentor."
"You don't need a mentor. We will go back to how we were before the Club."
Sharon looked like she was on the verge of crying. "No!" Her face turned bright red. "I don't want to go back to the way I was! Nobody liked me. I was a stuck up self centered brat. I knew I was the prettiest and smartest one in school and made sure everyone else knew it too. It didn't help that you spoiled me rotten, giving in to my every whim. The only one that would put up with me was Darlene. Mr. Reed taught me, he beat it out of me like you should have done years earlier. He would not put up with my flippant and sassy ways. If you move to California, I won't go and if you make me, I will run away and live at the Club full time like all the other servants."
I felt chastised. I did not expect sure a vehement outcry. "Does the Club really mean that much to you?"
"I've told you a million times, I like being naked and flirting with the men. I like being desired and having sex with them. It is your fault I like sex in the first place."
"How is it my fault?"
"Remember when I was young and every once-in-a-while I would sleep with you? I remember waking up in the morning with my nightie up around my waist, my panties down to my thighs, and your erection pressed against the groove of my buttocks. Do you remember the time you were drunk and we took a shower together?"
"Vaguely."
"I remember vividly. I was ten, almost eleven. We washed each other and when I washed your penis it got stiff. You washed the inside of my sex for a long time and I loved the feel of it. We went to bed naked together. You let me feel the balls inside your sack. You taught me how to hold and stroke your penis. You showed me where my clit was and how to fondle myself. I played with your cock until it exploded and spew that white stuff all over us and the bed. You took some on the end of your finger and put it in my mouth. You laughed, oh how you laughed, when I made that face from the taste of it. I ended up washing the goop off of you and me, and changed the bed sheet because you were almost passed out from drink."
"I did all that? I don't remember."
"Yes, and every night after that I diddled myself before I went to sleep. Then eighteen months later you got your heart set on joining the Club. You thought it would solve all our problems. You wanted me to become a sex servant. At first I was against it, but then I got to thinking about the night I got to play with your cock and how much I liked sex so I asked myself, 'Why not?' and here we are. Now you want me to quit and I won't do it. The only way to make me do it is to lock me in a cage."
Okay, plan A was a failure, on to plan B, except there was no plan B.
On Sunday I took Sharon to the Reed's for her week with him. As I was leaving, the maid with perky little breasts gave me another envelope. The last one contained a naked picture of Sharon. I wondered what this one contained. When I got home I slit it open. Inside was an invitation to a party at the mansion the following Saturday. RSVP, of course I would go.
The party was in honor of M. Dubois, the French artist who took Sharon's picture with her tied to the bed.
I got to the party a little after nine. Noticed everyone was dressed well, some of the men in tuxedos and all the women in designer gowns. Megan introduced me to M. Dubois. He was in the U.S. for a visit and spoke better English than I imagined. He not only did photography, he also painted in oils. He had a work in progress and that night was to finish it in front of all the guests. "You're going to get a kick out of how it's finished," Horus told me as he joined us. I had no idea what he was talking about and he wouldn't elaborate.
I noticed all the servants were in French maid costumes and there were also adult bartenders and waiters to serve us. "Where is Sharon?" I asked Horus. "Oh, she will be down later."
About mid-evening a couple of men brought in M. Dubois' equipment, an easel, and a case that looked like it might contain his oils. They brought in a canvas painting and put it on the easel. It was a painting of three empty crosses with dark nimbostratus clouds in the sky and barren, clay colored earth in the foreground. The center cross had an oval hole cut into the canvas which got everyone wondering what that was for. M. Dubois opened his case and started filling a pallet with daubs of paint.
I heard oohs and ahs and looked to see what the commotion was about. Eva, wearing a pretty party dress was leading Sharon by her leash. Sharon was naked, but at least, walking upright with a very solemn look on her face. She walked up to M. Dubois and they had a few words I could not hear. She turned her back to the guests and bent all the way over until she wrapped her arms tightly around her legs. The two helpers took the painting and strapped it on to Sharon. When they were done the hole in the canvass was filled with Sharon's nether lips. The seam of her opening lined up perfectly with edge of the cross. Dubois began painting my daughters pussy with the same colors in the painting while one of his assistants photographed his progress. I thought it the weirdest thing I ever saw. When he was finished the painting was removed and my daughter led away. I left the party soon afterward.
The next morning I Googled, "Artist Dubois" and said to myself, "Oh, that guy."
When I went to pick up Sharon to take her to the Club, M. Dubois was still at the mansion. We sat in the great room and had coffee. "The camera loves your daughter, she is very photogenic. I would love to include her in one of my books someday."
I couldn't help but ask the question that was bugging me the most. "What was last night all about? I feel I missed something."
"Are you familiar with 'The Virgin Mary Receiving the Gift from God'?" he asked. I saw a picture of in on the Internet. It was a painting of Mary sprawled naked on a cot. A bright ray of light came down through a window striking her lower stomach and obliterating any details of her crotch. By the looks of the painting the model could not have been any more than thirteen or fourteen. "Yes, it was banned in seven states and branded as pedophile pornography." I replied.
"Eight states, actually. Do you have any idea how many posters and reproductions I have sold of that painting?" I shrugged. "Millions. Sex sells and controversial, religious sex sells even more. Never mind that I painted it on historically accurate information. By Jewish law a girl twelve-years-old is eligible for marriage and there is no reason to believe Mary was any older, but the fundamentalists went wild in protest and sales shot through the ceiling. I learned my lesson. By this time next week the photographs of me painting on your daughter's pussy to incorporate it into my painting will be all over the Internet. I already have thousands of posters and computer generated reproductions of 'Three Crosses of Calvary' printed and ready to ship."
"How did that happen so quickly?" I asked.
"The original oil was finished months ago. Last night was a publicity stunt, pure and simple. I have been looking for just the right pudenda. It had to be the correct size and shape with the lips pressed close together. It had to be small which almost guaranteed a young girl. I was thrilled to find, your daughter's was it, so Horus and I planned last night's little get together. I hope you don't mind. I can assure you her face will not show in any of the photos."
"I guess it is okay," I replied. We finished our coffee. "I'm sorry to have to run off so quickly, but Sharon is due at the Club. Have a safe trip back to France."
"Thank you. I heard about the Club. Quite unusual. Nothing like it in Europe." We shook hands and as we were saying out good-byes he said, "If you're ever in France with Sharon bring her to my place. I would love to include her in one of my books." He handed me one of his business cards.
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When I picked up Sharon from the Club, Patti was waiting along with her. "Wow it has been months since you last joined us," I said.
"My wheremaster was in a good mood and said I could visit you for a week," she responded.
When we got home we all got naked. I forgot what a wonderful little body Patti had. Even my daughter said she wished she had breasts more like Patti's. And speaking of Sharon, she asked, "Daddy, do you mind if Patti and I play with each other when you're not playing with us?" I didn't mind at all, in fact, I looked forward to it. Both girls liked their breasts suckled which were their favorite sex play. The one thing they did do, after I finished ejaculating into one girl's vagina, she would sit on the other girl's face so the second girl could drink my semen as it drained down from the first girl's pussy. They considered it a treat even better than a candy bar. They also had a much better capacity for orgasms then I could provide and I delighted in watching the two girls play with each other after I was well spent. There was one thing they did that I could not believe was possible. Sharon lay on her stomach and Patti put on a latex glove. She put vaginal jelly on the glove, rolled her fingers into a cone and slowly started pressing them into Sharon's anus. When her fingers disappeared into my daughter's anus I said, "My god, what are you doing?"
"Fisting. Some call it duck-billing. I think you would be surprised what we horny girls and boys do to each other down in the servant's quarters. I do this to her vagina too, except not as far in." It was sickening and fascinating at the same time. Patti pushed her hand in up to her wrist. Sharon did nothing more than moan. By week's end I watched Sharon duck-bill Patti's vagina and wondered what else went on between the servants.
On Sunday as we were preparing to leave, Patti thanked me for being the daddy that she never had. I hugged her and thanked her for being a sister and second daughter to Sharon and me. It was one of those sad touching moments that could make a grown man cry.
Several weeks later I got a mailing tube from France. Inside was the poster of "Three Crosses of Calvary" and I could not detect any of my daughter's pussy the way he painted it that night, but on the Internet dozens of people swore they could. I am sure he made a fortune with the ruse.
Since that night with Dubois, Sharon's notoriety made her very popular at the Club. The Director of Servants asked if I would agree to Two-thirty-six having two appointments per day instead of only one for a month, so they could cover the demand for her. I talked it over with Sharon and she begged me to agree, at the same time reminding me we could use the points. I agreed as long as it would only be for one month.
Since Sharon was promoted, I rarely saw her at the Club. When I did, she was usually in the company of Horus, since she was his personal assistant. Between the points she was adding to our account and the down payment on the Reed addition, I felt I could partake in the Club activities more than I had been. Since I could afford it, I was dining at the Club more often. As always, it was a treat to watch the naked dining room servants swish their tails as they served us. There were a couple of new servants serving in the dining room, a boy with a long and skinny penis and a girl with 916 stenciled in white on her deep brown skin. I thought I would give her a try and noted her number.
I figured out Nine-sixteen was from South Africa. She spoke very poor English. Her skin was a silky brown with no difference in shading between her small swollen nipples and the rest of her body. The hood and inner lips were thick and hung even with the outer lips giving her sex a look of carnal delight. Her training had gone well and she showed real enthusiasm for sex, although I think I caught her off guard with wanting to lick her body. She did an excellent job of sucking my cock, licking my scrotum, and burying her face in my buttocks to lick down in the valley. Her vagina was as tight as I expected a nine-year-old to be. I was completely satisfied.
Before I left the Club I got a note from the Membership Secretary. It read, I can tell you that we are completely happy with the progress Two-thirty-six is making as a servant. She is a big asset to the Club. We have decided that with the success Two-thirty-six and Eight-oh-one we are going to pursue more father-daughter memberships. There will be a thousand point bonus for any member that sponsors a father-daughter couple for membership. I just wanted you to know if you have anyone in mind.
I immediately thought of Ed and Darlene. He certainly needed the business the Club could generate, but could I put Darlene in the same predicament as Sharon?
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Once everything was in place my crew started the excavation for the Reed foundation. The work area was fenced off and all the workers were given specific instruction not to go anywhere on the rest of the property. Both Horus and Megan came out to watch for a while. I was invited in for supper. When I said I would probably be dirty from the site, Megan volunteered to give me a shower. Horus suggested I move in during construction, which sounded pretty good since my house felt empty without Sharon there.
At least I wasn't treated as a servant and got to stay dressed, but in his house clothing was always an option. Eva especially loved to run around naked. Horus made it quite clear to me that any one of the servants was at my disposal. Mostly I slept with Megan which seemed to make Horus happy. When Sharon was out from the Club for my one week she was treated as a guest and slept with Horus and the second week she was treated as a servant, that is to say his pet. The project was going surprisingly well, supplies were coming on time and unusually balmy spring weather helped us get ahead of schedule.
After a month both the Director of Servants and Sharon were pleading with me to extend the twice a day appointments for another month. The demand for her was not abating. I wasn't happy with it, but I agreed. I wanted to wean her away from the Club and instead she was getting in deeper.
The president of the Club wanted an appointment with me, which was a surprise. When we got together he offered me the position of Director of Maintenance and Improvements. The position paid 5,000 points a month and all I had to do was oversee that the work performed in the two buildings was up to contract and building code specifications. The Club had all kinds of directors, some, like Reed's position as Director of Mentors, carried a lot of clout, mine, not so much. One of the first projects I would oversee was the remodeling of the fifth floor ballroom. They wanted to move the Arena Club and Casino up there.
Sharon called me on the Club house phone and in a conspiratorial tone said that Eight-oh-one's appointment had been canceled and did I want her sent up to me. When I asked how she knew, she told me she had her sources. Of course I knew it was her friend who worked in the appointments office. "Send her up," I said.
I didn't even wait for her to come and undress me. I took off my clothes while I waited for her. I have no idea why I was so infatuated with her body. Except for the darker coloration of her nipples, she had an eight-year-old body. She had a small, almost doll like appearance. She was a little on the chubby side which, in my book, made her even more appealing. I just could not wait until I was licking her body.
"Hi, Mr. Banner." She took out her tail, laid it on the dresser and then came over and sucked on my fingers giving me a hard-on.
"And how is Eight-oh-one today?"
"I am fine, sir. Is there anything special you would like today?"
"You know what I like."
"Yes, sir. You can lick me whenever you want."
I got right to it and began by licking her face and then down her neck. I licked her fingers and worked my way up her arms. The nice thing about the servants being in the early stages of puberty is that they had not yet developed adult body odor so I had no problem licking her underarms. She giggled a lot. I proceeded to her breasts and down her stomach to her pubic mound then her back from neck to the small of her back. I moved down so I could suck on her toes. I licked the soles of her feet and that was when she laughed really hard. I worked my way up both legs and spent a lot of time licking and kissing her buttocks. Of course I saved the best to last, her sex and by that time she was well aroused. Her pussy was nice and wet. I decided that I wanted her on top right after she sucked and kissed my genitals. After she mounted me I told her to do it slow. It wasn't a strong climax, but very satisfying. Afterward she cleaned us both up and plugged her tail back in. I pumped it up and gave her the gratuity.
When she was ready to leave she said, "I know I am not supposed to, but can I ask a question?"
"Sure, ask whatever you want. I won't tell."
"Why do you like licking the servants?"
"I guess it's a fetish. Some men like to spank. I like to lick."
"Oh, okay. Bye sir."
"Bye Eight-oh-one. Until next time." I knew there would definitely be a next time. She may have been more expensive in both points and gratuity, but, oh my lord, she was worth it.
I finished the Reed addition the first week of June and Horus paid the remaining balance promptly, for which I was thankful. Right after that I started overseeing the remodeling of the fifth floor at the Club. There was a foreman on the job so I did not have to be there all the time. The Butler's came back from their extended vacation, but still no decision on the mansion. Kids got out of school the second week of June. I made a deal with Horus and the Club. Sharon would work as a waitress in the Arena every evening at the Club from six until two AM five nights a week. She would be home days three weeks out of the month and with Horus the other week. Then I had a surprise, Patti's where master was so impressed with her attitude that he suggested she spend the summer with Sharon if I agreed. Of course I agreed. I got the same deal with the Club for Patti as I got for Sharon.
The second week was also warm and, with time on my hands, I got the pool ready. I had not replaced the filter last fall which was a mistake, by spring it was growing slime and took a lot of elbow grease to get it all cleaned out. I recharged the chemicals, scrubbed down the walls and floor of the pool, and refilled it. My timing was perfect. The third week of June was a potboiler. Daily temperatures ranged from the upper nineties to the lower one hundreds. Every morning I went to the Club, reviewed the progress being made on the fifth floor, and picked up the girls who slept overnight in the servant's quarters. Every evening I drove them back to the Club. In between time we enjoyed each other's bodies. There was no jealousy between the girls, both of them liked to play with me at the same time. The same held true for them, I would be licking pussy while Sharon sucked on Patti's breasts, or visa-versa. Sometimes I just liked to watch Sharon and Patti play with each other. Another surprise came when I watched them spank one another. For some reason I could not fathom, they enjoyed it.
The two girls had the day off and I let them sleep in while I went to the Club. I didn't get out until noon and the temperature was already ninety-five. All I could think of was getting undressed and diving in the pool. The girls and I had been practically living in it. From the front door to the back patio door I left a trail of clothes. I stepped out completely naked. Surprise, surprise, we had a guest, Darlene. All three girls were naked playing a game by the side of the pool. It had been months since I last saw Darlene and I thought their friendship had wound down since Sharon was at the Club school. We both stood staring at one another. She had started puberty probably in the last six to eight months. Her breasts had just started to mound, probably half the size of Sharon's. She was just slightly overweight; her stomach bulged just a bit before sliding into her crotch. Her thick nether lips were open just a crack. My first thought was, she would probably make a good servant at the Club, and all the extra points I could earn. I scolded myself for thinking such a thought; didn't I already feel terrible for getting my own Sharon involved in the Club?
Sharon started talking to Darlene, softly: "That's daddy. You know my daddy. Don't worry, he won't hurt you. Calm down. You always wanted to know what a man's erect penis looked like, well there it is. That is what happens when men see naked girls. No! Don't run. It's okay. I see my daddy like this all the time. So does Patti." Sharon turned to Patti, "Daddy has never hurt you has he?"
Patti answered, "No, never. He has always been very good to me."
Sharon turned back to Darlene. "He has never hurt me, he has never hurt Patti, and he will not hurt you. We three go swimming naked all the time. Here, sit down and take a deep breath."
"Daddy," Sharon called out to me, "Come here and say hi to Darlene."
I moved slowly toward Darlene. Her eyes never left my cock. "How are you?" I asked, but she didn't answer, just kept staring at my cock. "Do you want to go swimming with us? Patti, Sharon, and I go swimming like this all the time. It's fun. Try it; if you don't like it I'll drive you home. I promise."
We decided to let Darlene be and the three of us jumped into the pool leaving Darlene sitting on the lawn chair. We played with the beach ball tossing it back and forth. One of us missed the catch and the ball went rolling on the lawn. "Darlene," Sharon called, "Would you please get the ball." She retrieved the ball and threw it back to Sharon. "Come on, join us," Sharon pleaded. Darlene jumped into the pool, but kept her distance from me.
I expected Darlene would never go in the pool again, but the following week there she was and my nakedness did not seem to bother her as much as the first visit. By the end of the summer I was patting her on her bare butt and hugging her against my cock just like I did with Patti and Sharon. However, Patti, Sharon, and I agreed that Darlene wasn't ready for the sex play we indulged in.
That summer I was having sex with Patti and Sharon during the day and occasionally with Megan after a date at night. While the mini-orgasms were serving me well to help satisfy the girl's needs I just did not have the physical stamina and found I had a problem getting it up for Megan on more than one occasion. I tried male enhancement pills, but they didn't work all the time. I talked to the Urologist at the Club and there was a solution-a penis pump. The pump would give me a pseudo-erection and even provide for a real ejaculation. I was torn in trying to decide. Yes it would solve my problem, but it was more or less permanent, not something I could stop merely by not taking a pill. By doing so, would I be giving up on the idea that I and especially Sharon could lead normal lives outside of the Club? Deep down I wasn't sure that was possible. Sharon was part of the Club and unfortunately, with her brainwashing, the Club was a large part of Sharon. She was completely happy being a sex servant. And what about me? The only person that could sexually excite me was a girl age twelve or less. She needed a child's face and body; she needed small high breasts and hair free mons. Women from adolescents on turned me off. I wrangled with the answer night after night. Yes, I liked the idea of pumping up my cock whenever I wanted; even go all day with it erect like the boys at the Club. No! I didn't want to commit my daughter to five more years of sexual servitude with the strong possibility that she would become a whore afterward.
Yes! No! Yes! No! Every night it was a different answer.
Edited by Xellos
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