Novella
SERVANT TWO-THIRTY-SIX CHAPTER 6(Mg* Pedo Inc Cons BDSM MC Anal)By Phil E. Hebe
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Chapter 6
The next day I had nothing to do, but putter around the house. Business was slow. I decided to get right to work on the Reed proposal that I was half way through. I opened the envelope from the previous night. It had nothing to do with the proposal.
It was an eight by ten glossy photograph of Sharon. I recognized her immediately even though I could not see her face. She was naked and lying face down on a bed clad in black satin sheets. Her arms and legs were stretched out to the four corners of the bed and tied with white rope to the bed posts. Her hair was fanned out across her back. A black cat-o-nine tail was lying across the small of her back. Her buttocks were obviously made a bright red by the whip. The photo was shot from above and at the foot end of the bed making her crotch completely visible. Her pussy lips were split open and the blush red that they get when she is aroused. It was both disturbing and pornographic, at least to me as the father of the child. I turned the photo over and there was a stamp of a studio with a French address.
I laid it aside and got to work on the building proposal. It was complicated and a little scary; all the material was high end and not what I was used to dealing with. The wiring went through a central remote control system which also controlled the air conditioning and heating system. All the floor material was specified as calamander hardwood. I never heard of it and had to look it up on the Internet. The crystal chandeliers had to be imported from an Italian company. The good part was that I could see dollar signs, lots of them.
I kept going back and looking at the photo of Sharon. I was fascinated with photography back in high school and know something about the art of it. The picture in front of me was obviously professional. There were essentially only three colors, the white of her skin and ropes, even her hair was more white than blonde, the black of the bed, and the red of her ass and cunny making them jump out from the picture. I assumed that from the fine detail, it had to be a portrait camera. The question was, why? Just for art sake?
I decided to have lunch at the club, hoping to ask Sharon about the picture. I never did get to talk to her. At lunch she was bussing a table all the way on the other side of the room and I did not see her afterward. I did meet servant One-sixty-two. A strange girl. She was short, especially for an eleven-year-old, with a well developed bust, fuller breasts than even Sharon. Once I got past the body I saw she had a round face with brown eyes and dark brown hair. Then my eyes went back to the body. Her breasts were to the point that they had taken on a rounded shape. They weren't real big, in fact, perfect for her small body. She had hardly any pronouncement to her mons, just a gentle curve into her crotch. The sex was open by a good half inch as it rounded the curve to go between her legs. Naturally, like every servant, she was wearing a collar and tail. I knew I shouldn't, but I reserved her for that evening. There went another thousand points plus the cost of the room to run up my bill.
I found I already had a reputation. They called me the Licker down in the servant's quarters. I did indulge my fetish and found One-sixty-two to be the perfect size for licking. I tend to run out of saliva on the bigger girls. This one was ticklish and laughed, oh how she laughed and wiggled underneath me. The sex was great. I loved sucking on her nipples, the pussy was nice and tight, and tasted like licorice as I have come to expect. She had a pleasing personality. We talked afterward. She originally came from an orphanage from out west; she won't tell me the state for fear of getting them in trouble for selling her. She started puberty at the age of ten. Her breasts grew so rapid that they astounded even the medical staff at the orphanage. Next thing she knew, Mr. Benton, her where master, came and got her and brought her to the Club.
"Do you like it at the Club?"
"Oh yes, everyone is very kind to me. It is much better than at the orphanage where there was a lot of bickering among the children. Some of the others bullied me because of my size."
"Do you mind being a sex servant?"
"I am happy to please the men any way I can." Sharon had told me somewhat the same thing.
I put One-sixty-two number three on my list, right after Sharon and Eight-oh-one.
I did not go back to the Club until I picked Sharon up on Sunday morning. She was again cash rich for a girl her age. I made it a rule, ninety percent went in the bank and ten percent she could spend on whatever she wanted. That was sixty dollars in her pocket and $540 in the bank. At least her points would cover my indulgence at the Club and then some. What I didn't want to think about was that she was fucked by six men to get it.
It was the end of August and it struck me that I couldn't send her to public school, not when two weeks out of four she didn't live with me. My only option was to enroll her in the Club school. They hit me with a zinger I didn't expect. Since she would be attending class and no longer be available 24/7 for Club duties, they thought it only fair that she make up the time by spending two weeks out of every four at the Club. They pointed out that they do own fifty-one percent of her time so it wasn't like they were exceeding the contract in any way. What could I do, I was between a rock and a hard place, as they say. I had to accept their terms. I didn't look forward to telling Sharon.
She took it better than I expected. "Except for Darlene, all my friends are at the Club, and I'll be able to earn more points for us, so I guess it is okay. I will miss you daddy."
I never could figure out why she never made any friends at school, and she had no explanation for it.
Even though I knew I should be working on the Reed proposal I could not keep my hands off of Sharon. That first week she was back it was right back to the frenzied sex we experienced last time. By the second week things simmered down between us and I got back to crunching numbers again. I did finally get around to asking her about the photograph.
"Yes, it was a professional photographer, a Mr. Dubois. While he set up the camera and lights, Mr. Reed whipped and diddled me. Mr. Reed told me Mr. Dubois is a well known child photographer from France. He said Mr. Dubois has published coffee table books of children's pictures in Europe. What's a coffee table book, daddy?"
"It's usually an art book of photographs, published to be looked through rather then read."
"Oh, okay."
"Did you see me at the Club? I had lunch there on Tuesday."
"No, I missed you."
"I also had an appointment with One-sixty-two, a cute little girl."
You're kidding. One-sixty-two is one of my bebes."
"Babies?"
"No, bebe, bed buddy."
"What's a bed buddy?"
"When we come back from an appointment we are usually highly aroused and rather than masturbate we have one of our bed buddy's give us sexual relief, you know a climax."
I thought, "Great, she is not only a sexual servant she is turning into a lesbian as well." I said to her, "One of? How many bed buddies do you have?"
"In my group there are six of us, five girls and a boy."
"Do you have intercourse with the boy?"
"Sure, why not?" Why not indeed.
I finished the Reed proposal just in time to take it with me when I dropped off Sharon. Just like last time one of his servants took her upstairs. When they came down Sharon was nude, stenciled, and leashed. Horus sat across from me behind his desk. He had Sharon stand next to him. We went over the figures I came up with. He questioned every dollar on the proposal. I swore his hand was playing with Sharon's butt. She tried to keep a straight face, but cracked a smile every now and then. He asked for some changes and told me to sharpen my pencil, in other words, bring the costs down. We shook hands, I got to kiss Sharon on the cheek and I left. It was going to be another lonely week coming up, and then two weeks for her at the Club.
I went back to the Reed mansion on Saturday early evening. I met his family, Megan who looked to be about Sharon's age and Eve who was several years younger.
He was satisfied with the changes I made. He asked when I could start. "Whenever you are ready, although we should avoid winter in the beginning."
"Why is that?"
"Too much time lost because of inclement weather. Once the roof is on it becomes easier."
"We are just closing the books at the company for the month. Let's meet again after Sharon leaves the Club. I'll know how my finances look by then."
I said, "Great." Sharon was dressed and ready to leave so we said our good-byes.
"So what was your job this week?" I asked as we were driving home.
"The best job there. I was his pet."
"And what does his pet do?"
"Nothing, really. I was kept on the leash or sometimes I was chained outside. He played fetch with me, and petted me. At night after he had sex with me, I slept in a dog cage. I ate out of dog bowls. Most of the time I was on my hands and knees, and was only allowed to bark. It was fun acting like a dog for a week. Much better than being a scullery maid, I'll tell you that."
I told her about meeting his daughter's Megan and Eve.
"Megan is not his daughter, she's his sister."
"Now that you mention it, I remember Mr. Reed Sr. had a daughter named Megan. But the girl I met couldn't be any older then you."
"From the scuttlebutt I heard in the kitchen, she was a servant at the Club and one of the first to get the puberty halting drug. Something went wrong and even after she was taken off the drug she didn't mature. She's stuck at ten even though she is twenty-six."
God, I hoped the same thing didn't happen to Sharon.
We had soft melancholy sex that night. We both felt the depression of having to be apart from one another for the next two weeks. Sunday was way too short. We got up, shared a brunch and got her ready for the Club. Next thing I knew I was dropping her off.
I tried to stay away from the Club, but by Thursday I could not take it anymore and went for supper. Sharon was bussing the table next to where I sat. I watched her flirt with the men, swish her tail and when asked for her number cock her hip so he could easily see the number on her buttock. I could have written those off as learned responses, but I could not ignore the joyful gleam in her eye. She seemed genuinely happy to be a servant.
To better understand what my daughter has been going through, I have been studying psychology on a layman's level. I learned that morals are taught, we are not born with them. So it is up to society to decide what is permissible. In our society, in the modern day, it teaches that sex between adults and children is unacceptable. On the other hand, nature has two basic drives, survival and reproduction of the species. As I understand it, the morals of our society and the natural drives are at loggerheads. That is one of the reasons why we have unwed teenage pregnancies, nature won. What if the morals were changed, what if adult and child sexuality was permissible? That is exactly what I think the Club did to all the servants; through their program of hypnosis and drugs they changed the morals of the children and probably the members as well. That is the only reason that I can think of that Sharon not only accepts that she is a sexual servant, but enjoys it. I always shudder to think what kind of mind altering drugs they use.
I called down to reception and asked if Eight-oh-one was available. I hoped with it being a weeknight she would be free, but no, she was booked solid. I asked for one-sixty-two and was told she would be free at seven.
At seven o'clock I heard the discreet knock on my door and I said, "Enter."
Her first words were, "Why didn't you tell me you were the daddy of Two-thirty-six?"
"I didn't think it necessary," I replied.
"She thinks the world of you, you know."
"I try to be a good daddy," I said. Then thought, "Except when I get these crack pot ideas of turning her into a sex servant."
"She is everybody's friend downstairs, but she is my best friend even though I have to admit I am jealous of her looks."
"She told me you were bed buddies."
"We sure are," she said with pride. "She is great in bed, but you already know that."
That made me blush, how many others know I am having sex with my daughter?
It was a repeat performance of a month ago, except this time One-sixty-two sucked on my cock. When we were finished and I paid the gratuity she floored me by asking. "If my where master will let me, can I maybe spend a couple of days with Two-thirty-six and you at your house?"
I wasn't sure what to say. I had no idea what the Club rules allowed. "It's okay with me if everyone else agrees," was the best I could come up with.
When I picked up Sharon on Sunday One-sixty-two was with her. Sharon read my look of surprise. "She said you said it was okay. Her where master said it was okay too. She can come with us, can't she daddy."
"Yes, of course. I just didn't expect it so soon."
When we got home I started supper and the two girls disappeared into Sharon's room to play her Wii. I called them down for supper and they both came down naked.
"What's your name?"
"One-sixty-two." she looked at me like I was dumb."
"No, I mean your real name, not your Club name."
"Oh," she paused a second as if she had to remember, "Patti."
"Well, Patti, in the house we use real names, not numbers. Okay?"
Okay. What do I call you?"
I had to think about that, Mr. Banner sounded too formal and Wayne too friendly between adult and child. Before I could come up with an answer she said, "Can I call you daddy like Two...er...Sharon does."
That threw me. "Yes, I guess that would be okay." Her face lit up with a big smile. I guessed I did the right thing.
"How long have you been at the Club?"
"Three years."
"So you're fourteen."
She again thought a minute. "Yea, I guess so. I always think of myself as stuck on eleven."
Patti talked about how good it was to be in a real family's home. I thought to myself that in real homes daddies were not having supper with two naked sex servants.
Patti told Sharon how it would be like in the Club school and how strict the teachers were. When we finished supper Sharon asked if the two of them could take a shower, and I agreed. I cleared the table and loaded the dish washer. I went into the family room and turned on the TV. The two of them came bounding into the room with damp hair and smelling of shampoo and soap. "Come daddy," Patti said with a big smile on her face. It was obvious she liked using the word daddy. Each girl took my hand and pulled me toward my bedroom. Inside, the blanket and top sheet, along with the pillows, were off the bed. A folding chair was open about three feet from the side of the bed. "Sit," I was told and I did.
"Patti, you entertain daddy while I get ready." They had my attention wondering what they were up to. Patti sat on the edge of the bed and started playing with herself. I watched as she plucked at her nipples with one hand and rubbed the inside of her sex with the other. Now that was a show I could have watched all night. She took her fingers out of her sex and popped them in her mouth and sucked. Wow. My daughter came back into the room wearing a full size strap on dildo.
"Where did you get that?" I asked.
"It's mine from the Club. I snuck it out." She giggled. Patti slid off the bed still sucking her fingers.
"You want to know about bed buddies so we are going to show you what we do. Pretend Patti just came back from an appointment and she is all hot and horny." She turned to Patti. "On the bed, slut."
"Slut? That's a little harsh," I said.
"In the basement we are all sluts, except the boys. They are fags. We don't mean it to be cruel or anything; it's just what we call one another."
Patti got up on the bed and laid face down. Sharon went to the headboard and took the quirt off the end post. I forgot we had it; it was the one Horus gave me. Sharon must have remembered where I put it in the closet.
"Butt up," Sharon demanded and Patti pushed her rear end up by getting on her knees while keeping her face on the bed. Sharon brought the whip sharply across Patti's buttocks. "Suck my cock as if it were real," Sharon demanded as she lay next to Patti. Patti did just that, sucking on it as she rubbed the shaft up and down. Sharon worked Patti over until she was straddling Sharon with a knee on each side of Sharon's body. Then Sharon raised her head and started licking Patti's pussy. Patti was sucking, Sharon was licking, and I was getting the hardest erection I ever had. I watched in utter fascination as the girls made love to one another. I just loved watching Sharon suck on Patti's breasts. Then Sharon fucked Patti with the dildo. Patti squirmed all over in ecstasy and I was ready to come in my pants.
"Your turn daddy," Sharon said.
"What do you mean, my turn?"
"It's pretty obvious you're all hot and horny," she retorted. They undressed me. I looked down and my cock was rigid, pointing at the sky, and a funny shade of purple. They had me lay face down and tied me spread eagle to the bed posts. Patti scooted her ass under my head with her pussy at my nose.
"Lick," Sharon instructed and brought the whip down on my buttocks.
"Ouch, that hurt." I protested.
"Welcome to our world." she answered. "Now I said lick, fag." She brought the whip down on my ass again, only harder. What can I say, me and two little, but oh so experienced, girls having sex together. I loved it.
"Now, daddy, you're going to find out what it feels like to have done to you what you did to me." She greased up the dildo and drove it into my rectum. Almost immediately I had an orgasm. Afterward my butt hurt from the whipping and my anus hurt from the dildo, but I was ready to do it again, anytime they wanted.
I thought seriously of kidnapping Patti from the Club. I was sorry to have to drive both of them to the Club school in the morning. "Thank you for being my daddy for one day," Patti said. She hugged me tight and I saw a tear in her eye. It made me wish I would have treated her more like a daddy should.
From there I drove to Reed Heavy Equipment Co. My joy on Sunday was ruined on Monday. "It is not a good time right now. We have run losses for three months straight. I was hoping to see an upturn in the sales, but it just didn't happen. I'm going to have to put off the addition for a little while," Mr. Reed told me.
My only other hope was the Butler brothers. I needed to seek them out. Bills were piling up and I was running out of money. Fast.
Later in the day I picked up Sharon from school.
"I didn't get to tell you yesterday. I made $1,250.00 in gratuities in the past two weeks. Mr. Reed is very happy with my progress. He said I am well liked by the members."
I gave her $125.00 per our agreement and put the other $1,125.00 in her bank account.
I will say this for her; all that sex she was having did not jade her or make that sweet pussy of hers any less satisfying. The worst part was having her in the house for only one week out of four.
Starting to get desperate for money, I went to the Club looking for the Butler brothers. Instead I found my friendly drunk in the bar.
"Sit, sit and have a drink with me." He asked after Sharon, actually after Two-thirty-six. I told him she was doing fine. "Ah, a true gem among the rubble in this place. She has a bright future here." He went on to tell me he had an appointment with her. "If only all the servants were as enthusiastic as her," he rambled on, pouring it on kind of thick I felt.
My beer came. "What do you know about Megan, Reed Senior's daughter?" I asked, my curiosity still aroused from my talk with Sharon.
"Now there is a real sad tale. Old man Reed was convinced Megan was not his daughter and right after his wife died Megan was here in training. She was one of the first ones to get the, then experimental, puberty drug and whether it was something wrong with the first batches or because she was on it for too long, she got stuck being a permanent ten."
"How long was too long?"
"She was in the Club for over eleven years. Those were the days before servants were kicked out at eighteen. Right before he died a DNA test proved she was his child. Some say he died from the shock of realizing what he did to his own flesh and blood."
The servant, a dark skinned beauty, brought me another beer. Her number was stenciled in white across her butt.
"Have you seen the Butler brothers around lately?" I asked my drunken friend.
"I am pretty sure they went on a cruise in the Pacific for a couple of months." I must have moaned out loud. "What's wrong?"
"I was working on a building project with them."
"You in the trades?"
"General contractor. I build homes."
"Can't help. I know the Club is looking for a handyman, but that's way below your status."
I got up and wished him a good day.
"When is Two-thirty-six due back? I want another go around with that little bitch."
I took a deep breath reminding myself that a member calling her a bitch was about on par with the servants calling each other slut, it was just a word.
"A week from Sunday."
"Thanks," he said, flipping open his cell phone, "I'll make my appointment now." I gave him one last wave and left after signing my chit.
I felt myself paddling up shit's creek. No paddle, no money. I stopped at the bank to get a reprieve on the business loan and my house mortgage. No extension, I was told I had too many already. I either pay at least the interest due or they would start foreclosure proceedings. I was already two months behind. Where could I raise any money? I could feel desperation slowly engulfing me.
Desperation makes one do things he might normally not do. I called Horus and asked if I could come over. "When?" he asked. "Right now," I replied. Now, before I change my mind.
The family was by the pool. They were all naked. Eve, with her seven-year-old premature body, Megan, with nipple buds, and Horus, with more than I wanted to see. At least he wound a towel around himself before we went to his home office.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"With the housing marked depressed and no pending sales, I am in a financial bind." I explained all my problems, practically begging.
"How much are you looking for?" he asked.
"$50,000.00." I figured that would be enough to get the bank off my back, plus enough to live on until I could sell at least one of the tract houses I was stuck with.
"What are you going to use for collateral? I assume the bank has the homes pretty much mortgaged to the hilt and The Club has a lien on your business."
"I was hoping my signature..."
He snorted. "I don't do business that way. Your signature is not going to be worth shit if you declare bankruptcy."
I couldn't think of anything I had to put up as collateral.
"What about Two-thirty-six?"
"What about her?"
"I'll accept your share of her as collateral."
I sat there stunned. "I can't," I stammered.
"It's all you've got. Take it or leave."
"But if I don't pay you back..." I couldn't finish the sentence.
"Then you better pay me back."
"Okay," was all I could say, feeling like a traitor to my own daughter.
"I'll have my lawyer draw up a contract and have the money for you when you bring Two-thirty-six in for her week's stay."
I walked out in a daze. I got what I wanted, but at what price. I never felt so defeated in my whole life. Nothing, absolutely nothing was going right for me.