God, but I love this country.

Where else in the world would I be walking down the street followed by an actual coffle of nude slaves, newly purchased from an auction in someone's garage?

I stopped suddenly and chuckled as I heard them stop behind me. They'd learned quickly not to follow too closely. Bumping into me had earned them all a good zap from their new shock collars.

So had stumbling, attempting to talk and, well, nothing at all. I was enjoying myself, even if they weren't. I wonder if they were hoping the collar batteries would run out. Nope, the girl from Spellbook hadn't sold me short on these babies. They were brand new, with fully charged batteries, and it wasn't as if I was zapping them with the full charge.

Stepping to the side of the footpath, I waved them forward. "Walk in front of me," I ordered, "and keep in step, hmmm?"

As they passed, I mentally reviewed their details:

Hillary Vandyne, oldest of the trio at 39, five years older than me. Average sexual skills and an allegedly high pain tolerance. We'll see about that, although she does seem to be handling the shocks better that her companions.

Tia Crittenden, the youngest at 37, best overall sex rating, moderate pain threshold. She was also the shortest of the three, which was why I had her in the middle.

Noreen Woolard, 38 years old, average sex rating again, and a moderate pain threshold.

That sex skills testing must be something to behold, no way it can be an automated process.

Anyway, from what I've seen, these three are distinctly mediocre, exactly what you'd expect from middle agedhausfrau who'd been married for years before the White Slave Act came into effect. Their physiques were similarly average: Hillary and Noreen were pushing my own six feet, Tia about four inches shorter. They weren't exactly fat, but they had definitely been skating the edge — doing just enough to keep their husbands from trading them in for someone younger, and with fewer rights.

They walked along in front of me, each with her hands on the shoulders of the woman in front of her (Hillary, in front, was walking along with her hands clasped behind her neck).

I considered zapping Tia, and then all of them for stumbling when she fell, but we were getting close to home now. Wheaton Heights was a pleasant neighbourhood right at the top end of middle class, well established shade trees, large houses on spacious lawns.

Not perfect, apparently. They clearly felt the need for a well equipped neighbourhood watch — as opposed to a well regulated militia, I sniggered to myself — I'd have to keep an eye out, maybe even join up myself.

Anyway, home. Home was a spacious four bedroom house that had been heavily refitted since the WSA came into effect. Or perhaps not. Maybe a previous occupant was just 'ahead of his time'. Whichever it was, the place was well equipped for the handling of slaves with plenty of attachment points throughout and a basement that had been turned into a post-modern playroom.

The moving van was still outside, the driver supervising his slaves unload and cart my belongings inside. "How's it going?" I asked him as we came up. "HALT." I ground out at my slaves. "Kneel."

They were a tad slow to both, so I dropped them all with an extended zap. Hillary recovered soonest and nudged the others into a kneeling position as they gathered their wits.

'sorry about that," I apologised to the driver.

"Not a problem," He replied. "They all take some initial training. Especially the old ones. Too used to being wives, I suppose. You just get them?"

"Yeah. Took a walk round the block and came across an auction being held in a garage. You know anything about the local community watch, neighbourhood patrol, whatever they call it?"

'shit, that was today? Damn." He looked more closely at the three slaves. "Let's see, Vandyne, Woolard and Crittenden. Not bad, especially Noreen there. How much you pay?"

"Five grand."

"You got stiffed, man; you could have got a pair of prime teens for that."

"I know. You're local, then?"

'sort of. Used to work the gardening circuit around here. Saw these three and their friends sitting back with their Martians and eyeing up the pool boys. Goddamn cougars."

Yeah, he was about ages with them. Me too, for that matter. I had to laugh.

"Let me guess, you went to high school with them. They were cheerleaders, and you went to the prom with the dumpy chick from your English class?"

He laughed out loud. 'skinny girl with braces from Math," he said. "Married her, too. Not Tia, there, though. Old Man Crits found her someplace south of the border 'bout the time I got out of college."

"I'll keep that in mind. Listen, you don't have the advertising book that was put together about this auction, do you? I missed out on a copy and was bidding blind."

"And you still dropped five grand?"

"Yeah, what the hell. If nothing else, I get to try some things out before I get those teens, you know."

While we were talking the Moving slaves had finished unloading the van and were milling around pretending to have something to do.

"You do small jobs?" I asked.

"Can do, an it's worth my time."

"Looks like I'll be getting in some equipment for the practice equipment here. Racks, crosses, like that. Maybe even a Maiden, if anyone around here makes them."

"This is Eastlake. Someone'll be making them." He whistled sharply and his slaves piled up into the van. "And I can move 'em for you. You call me when you're ready, Mr. Page."

We all watched them drive away before I asked out of idle curiosity. "Either of you remember him?"

Noreen shook her head but Hillary made as if to raise her hand. "I remember him as a gardener, Master, but not from school," she said when I prompted. "I think I remember the girl, though. Alice, wasn't it, Noreen?"

"Alright. Time to get back to work. Inside, the three of you, and start setting up the rooms. Start with the lounge and the master bedroom."

Between the three of them it didn't them long to get the two rooms organised and even the meager contents of the minibar were arrayed and sorted, although the sky was shading toward twilight.

I leaned back in the 'Master' chair in the lounge, sipping Jim Beam, when they gathered back I front of me. "Help yourselves," I told them, waving at the liquor cabinet. "Oh, go ahead, I'm not with the zappy all the time. In fact," I tossed the collar control to Tia. "Put that on the mantelpiece, will you?" Then duck upstairs and get the leather satchel that should have been amongst the bedroom gear.

Hillary was pouring nips of vodka when Tia returned with the satchel, which I set down by the chair and waved them to the long sofa. I Doubt that the fact that it folded down into a double bed escaped them.

I looked at them as they sat there, knees together, shoulders hunched over, slightly smudged and dirty from the day's exertions and dust. I really had to get a copy of that brochure from Spellbook.

"When was the last time you ate?" I asked suddenly.

They looked at each other, apparently deciding who should speak. "Last night," Tia said eventually. "Bowls of 'slave chow' in the Mullen's garage".

'slave Chow?" I asked

"Repackaged dog food," she informed me, her slight Hispanic accent surprised.

"You've seen I'm new to town," I said, waving at the assorted boxes and packaging. I'm actually new to the country. Where I come from, we don't have a White Slave Act, so while I know about the law itself, the day-to-day operations may sometimes escape me.

"Let's continue this in the kitchen, shall we? Bring the bottle."

I led the three of them to the kitchen and sat them at the table while I rummaged through the cupboards. Sigh.

"Pizza, ladies?" I take it there's a Dominoes somewhere?"

I chuckled as all three of them winced. "There's an Italian pizzeria that delivers, Master" Hillary suggested tentatively. The others nodded, so I shrugged and tossed her the phone.

"Get two, one with lots of meat, lots of cheese, no anchovies or pineapple.

"What's the street number?" I uh, - "

"Were being zapped at the time. 1324.

When she reported that it was twenty-five minutes away, I raised my eyebrow and she blushed. "They, er, know me there. she said.

"Or the delivery boys do," Noreen, who'd been quiet until now sniped.

"Well, then, we'd better get ready hadn't we? "" I picked up the satchel and made a big show of rummaging around inside it before pulling out two pairs of handcuffs.

"I was going to offer you the choice of who got to wear these, but changed my mind. You'll see a lot of that. Noreen, cuff the others would you, hands behind their backs.

They looked mulish as she did so, but didn't complain, as I'd brought the collar control with us.

"Can't let you go unscathed," I mused as she finished. "But I need you to help me feed them. Let's see, what do I have in here?" Any suggestions?" I asked, looking up from the bag.

"Um, 'she stuttered, "Ankle cuffs?"

"A thought," I looked back into the bag. "Ah ha. Perfect!""

Her eyes widened as I pulled out, not the expected leg chains, but a medium sized silicone butt plug. "Put this in, will you?" I said pleasantly.

"Uh, um," she didn't come any closer.

"Or I can do it for you." I said flatly.

I didn't look at the collar control, but she did. Between that, and the decidedly cooler tone, she stepped up and took the plug from me, looking at it dubiously.

"It's to keep the Pizza in," I said helpfully, my voice warming up again, about halfway, as I decided she'd maybe never used one.

"Here," I said, forestalling her look toward the door, and the bathroom.

She grimaced and reached around behind herself, fumbling for her rear entrance. She finally seated the tip, but immediately discovered the difficulties of a not using lubrication.

"You've never used one of these before, have you?" I asked. She flushed and shook her head mutely. "Come here, then. Bend over and brace yourself on the seat of the chair, here. Bend over further, rest your elbows on the seat," I coaxed. "That's right. Spread your legs a little. Good.

I admired the view she presented, her ass lewdly up in the air. I pulled a tube of lubricant from the bag and applied some to the plug she'd left on the table.

I walked around and caressed her buttocks. It was the first time I'd actually touched ant of them and she flinched slightly and then again as I placed the tip at her sphincter. I held her in place with one hand and pushed gently. She groaned as the broadening width forced her open, and then gasped as the ridge passed and the last inch or so sank into place on its own.

"There," I patted her on the rump. "All done.

I washed my hands quickly at the sink and poured them each another shot.

"Noreen, help Hillary there have a drink." I did the same for Tia, and the alcohol, on their empty stomachs seemed to be relaxing them a bit, especially Noreen, whose eyes widened at the unaccustomed feeling of the plug as she sat down to sip at her own glass.

"Well, I guess that makes for a certain entry point. None of your anal sex scores were very high, according to the auction people. Is that because of dislike, lack of opportunity, or what?"

"My husband never asked," Noreen started, somewhat to my surprise, although I suppose the obvious demonstration of her inexperience helped. "The only times I ever did ... that ... was with one of my, I guess you could call them my lovers. He sometimes put it there after he'd made me cum, you know, normally." She gulped the remains of her drink and poured another. "And the tester, of course. He was better than Carlos was.

"Carlos?" Tia sniggered, her accent slightly stronger. "Yes, he was always one for putting it up your ass. Oh, I did my husband that was, too, occasionally, when I wanted something.

"You knew this Carlos, as well, Hillary?" I asked.

She nodded. "He was one of the, ah, Pool Boys, we got to clean the swimming pool. What was it called, girls?" 'Gracious Pumps and Services?""

"It was, um, understood that they were available for more than yard work," Noreen added. "And they'd rotate different guys around so there was never a chance of one of us getting PPC'd"

"Your story's much the same?" I asked Hillary, who nodded.

"You saw my husband at the auction. It was hard enough to put out for him normally.

I got up and got a bottle of cola from the fridge topped off their glasses with the soft drink and put the vodka away at the same time.

"That's going to change," I told them. "I quite like anal, so you can probably count on getting ass-fucked regularly.

"Are you any good?" Noreen mused quietly, wiggling slightly on her seat to move the butt plug around.

"Probably not," I shrugged. "Lack of opportunity, in my case, which I intend to rectify. I like it hard and rough, so you mightn"t get so much out of it, at least at first. Did yow hear the deal I made with Mychelle?"

Noreen and Tia nodded. "Turns out Tina was an anal virgin" Tia explained to Hillary, who"d been at the other end of the line up. "Mister Page here did a deal with Mychelle to bend her over a table and fix that.

"A forty something virgin?" She's "_really_ going to feel it. Low pain threshold, too, so I figure she's going to scream bloody murder. I"m looking forward to it.

I looked at the clock, not long now till the pizza's arrived. I held her glass up so that Hillary could take a drink, while Noreen did the same for Tia.

Time for some more fun, I decided. "Decision time, Tia and Hillary," I announced, picking up the satchel again. "I want one of you to give me a blow job, while the other one gets a vibrator up the cunt. Trick is, it could be a normal vibrator or an electric punishment one. Whichever you choose, the game lasts until the Pizza arrives.

They both sat back at the mention of the punishment dildo, and then looked at each other.

"Tia, what is Hillary going to do?"

"I"ll " I mean she will suck you. I"ll take my chances with the vibrator.

"Very well," I said, standing again and starting to strip. Bend over the table and I"ll have Noreen insert it for you.

I had to laugh at both their expressions. "That's another thing. Get used to the idea of playing with each other. I"m going to enjoy watching you. Even more, I"m going to enjoy making you fuck each other." I chuckled again. "You might want to make up a check list. I wouldn"t want to miss any possible combination.

Noreen took the vibrator from me and helped Tia stand and bend over the table. A quick learner, she grabbed the tube of lubricant and applied a healthy dollop. She gently pushed it in, obviously more familiar with one of these than she was with anal toys.

Meanwhile, Hillary had gotten to her feat and walked over to me before dropping to her knees and leaning in to lick the head of my cock. I reached down to hold her head and then nodded to Noreen, who flicked the switch on the vibrator.

Tia yelped and I thrust forward into Hillary's mouth, held, and then pushed deeper as Tia's yelp transmuted into a moan as the toy began a deep throbbing inside of her. I let go as Hillary gagged and let her work as best as she could with her hands cuffed behind her back.

Noreen looked back and forward between the woman starting to writhe on the table and the one bobbing awkwardly up and down in front of me. She sat down, I think out of not knowing what else to do, and her eyes bulged again as the butt plug made its presence felt again.

I stepped backwards a couple of paces myself, forcing Hillary to hobble after me until I reached my own chair and sank back. Hillary's efforts resumed - and improved - as she managed to lean some of her weight on me. I grabbed her ahead again and gave a rapid series of thrusts, culminating in another assault on the back of her throat, which caused her to struggle against me. I held it for a second then let go and she pulled off me and gasped

When her breathing steadied, I guided her back down. Even further down, this time, as I directed her head down to my balls. She hesitated a little bit too long, so I folder her earlobe in half, and gave it a hard squeeze. She didn't make a sound, but jerked - incidentally giving her ear another hard tug - and looked up at me reproachfully.

"Suck my balls," I ordered her and pull her head into my crotch.

Her tongue came out and licked my hairy scrotum, my shaft pressed into her face along the side of her nose. I gave the folded earlobe another squeeze and she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it."" I released her ear as she let that ball go to lick and sucked up the other.

Tia's moans from the table started to increase in pitch as she approached her orgasm, which triggered my own short fuse. I pulled Hillary up from my scrotum and put her back on my shaft. "Tight lips, with a lot of tongue action," I commanded as I held her head steady and started rapidly thrusting.

"Noreen," I grunted as I got closer, "There's cash in my wallet for the pizzas. Get the door when it rings.

I stood up again for better leverage and started to deep-stroke Hillary's face, gagging her on every stroke, which caused her to start struggling again. The extra sensation that caused pushed me over the edge. I pulled out of her mouth and managed to get the first pulse of cum right in the middle of her forehead.

When I finished, I pointed her back to her chair and went over to see how Tia was doing on the table. She was almost there, so I took a hold of the base of the vibrator and suddenly pulled it out. "Time's up" I told her as I placed the still throbbing toy in her hands. "Don"t drop this," I whispered, leaning over her back so she could feel my cock along the crack of her ass.

"Please," she moaned as I stood up.

"Please what?"" I helped her to her feet, cupping one of her breasts as I did so.

We both noticed Noreen get up and go over to my chair, rummaging through my clothing for my wallet. I hadn't heard the doorbell, so she was either getting ready or — a car door slamming clued me in — she'd heard the car pull up the driveway.

"Please what, slave?" I asked Tia again, still holding on to one breast.

The break to watch Noreen had allowed her to come down some from her peak, so she wasn"t panting quite so hard as she answered "Please let me cum?" she asked. "I was so close, Master"

"What will you do if I let you cum?"

"What do you mean?"

"What will you offer me to entice me to give you an orgasm, Tia? What do you think I would like?"

She looked around, looking for something for something. Noreen wasn"t in the room " we could hear her talking at the doorway " Hillary gotten a grip on the back of her chair with her cuffed hands and was moving it closer to the table in anticipation of the food. My semen was slowly dripping down her face, falling on to her chest and breasts.

"I will, um, I will clean your cum from her face," she said at last nodding at Hillary, "and I will rub it into my breasts.

I made a show of considering — it wasn"t exactly what I'd had in mind, although it was close, but it probably wasn"t quite the time to really push them. Besides, dinner was here. "Okay, and I"ll let you use your hands, but the cuffs go back on when you"re finished, yes?"

She nodded, so I got the key from the satchel and released her.

"Close your eyes, honey," she told Hillary as she started to swipe the mess up with her fingers. I touched her back and she paused while I inserted the vibrator again and gave it a couple of thrusts, causing her to moan.

Soon she had cleared most of the semen from the other woman's face, transferring it to her own chest. She trailed her finder around in it as she went back to her chair and sat down on the edge of it, leaning back, with the vibrator poking lewdly out between her spread legs. "Please Master," she said in a coy voice, "Will you use the vibrator while I rub this in?"

Noreen came back with the Pizzas as she finished and gasped as she both saw and heard Tia.

"Put those in the oven Noreen, we're not quite ready." I knelt next to Tia and started to play with the vibrator as she rubbed my cum into her tits. She was quickly moaning and moving on the chair as she caressed her own breasts. When I pulled the toy all the way out, she moaned her denial, and then screeched as I pressed it firmly to her clitoris bringing her to a massive orgasm.

While she was still slightly blitzed, I pulled her to her feet and quickly snapped the hand cuffs back on and put the vibrator back in her hands. "Don't drop it," I reminded her.

Unlocking Hillary, I looked at each of them and chuckled. "Shower time, I think. Noreen, take Tia to the Master on suite. Hillary, you can take the guest — grab some of the stuff from the master. Meet back here when you're done. And Noreen, Tia has to hold that vibe the whole time. Be sure to tell me is she doesn't. Go."

"You can take the plug out, too," I called up to Noreen, as they climbed the stairs.