When he climbed back into the huge car, Vireena kicked the metal track again, very hard.
–
At their headquarters we had a great meal. There was freshly made bread, roast beef and potatoes, chicken and vegetable soup, sausage and sauerkraut, ice cream! We hadn’t eaten so well in a month!
After stuffing ourselves for the second time of the day, Vireena and two soldiers led us to the 9th floor and Klaus’ office.
‘Lambykins’ asked ‘Gramps’, “So what should I do with the prisoners?”
“That’s your job now. Any you caught before 6am are yours, any after that go on the company’s inventory. Figure something out, until you can sell them.”
As he was about to walk out, he asked; “How much for the two young ones, they’re kind of cute.”
I seethed with rage. He wanted to BUY MY CHILDREN!
Vireena suggested, “A quarter of the gold?”
He laughed loudly. “How about two percent? That’s probably half a million.”
“Eight percent?”
“Four, final offer.”
“Deal!” They shook hands.
“Be a sweet Lambykins for me and drop them off at my place on your way home.” He handed her two keyrings. “Yours is 1805, and I’m in 1803.”
She bit her tongue for several seconds. “Ok. See you tomorrow.”
“See you then, sweetie!”
One of the men chuckled as we walked to the elevator. She slapped the back of his head. “Is there something funny, Anders?”
He fearfully declared, “No, Ma’am! Never, Ma’am!”
I suppressed a chuckle of my own. As we walked in Klaus’ apartment, Vireena tossed a pack of cigarettes on the table. She picked up the TV remote and flipped through the channels, stopping on some gay porn.
She handed Elsie a bottle of red wine from a shelf, saying; “There’s a corkscrew in the kitchen. If you have glasses of wine and smoke cigarettes as he comes in, he’ll love you forever. Leave the TV alone, until he sees it.”
She pointed out the door lock to the girls. “If you want to leave and he’s not with you, good luck. There’s a ten-digit code before you can open it. If there’s a real emergency, put in 999 a bunch of times, and a guard will come open it. But if it’s a false alarm, you can bet he won’t be happy.”
As we left the girls waved. “Bye, mama! We love you!”
I had a tear at the corner of my eye, as I called to them from down the hall; “I love you too! Momma loves you!”
Vireena rolled her eyes and sat on the couch in her new living room. “They’re ten steps away. It’s not like it’s Mars, or anything.”
She offered me a cigarette as she put one between her lips. I hadn’t smoked since I got pregnant the first time, but I thought it might calm my nerves. I coughed with the first puff, then remembered why I used to like cigarettes.
I was curious. “So, does he really like gay porn and smoking?”
She laughed loudly, “He hates them! He’ll go nuts!”
“Does he hate drinking too?”
“Nope. He loves wine. That’s why he paid five thousand for that bottle.” She smiled as I laughed.
We relaxed awhile, finishing our cigarettes. I began to think about the future. “Are you going to throw me in jail or something, then sell me?”
Vireena answered, “The stingy bastard would never let me have a dog or cat when I was a kid, so you’re my pet now. I’ll treat you well if you keep using that wonderful mouth on me.”
I swallowed hard and reluctantly said, “Thank you.”
“So you know, I always sleep nude.”
“Sometimes I do too.”
“And I want my pet to sleep with her face between my legs until I forget about her LITERALLY, ACTUALLY, giving me POTTY MOUTH!”
I worked hard to suppress major laughter.
“CHOLERA! How could you? Get your mouth down there and pay for your mistake, pet!”
I was quite confused; feeling disgusted, aroused, afraid, and angry all at the same time. I was glad I could make her as happy as she made me earlier, but I hated that I was touching a woman as I did it. I was giving oral sex to the one who enslaved me and my children! The best sex I’d had with a man wasn’t half as good, but touching her pussy made my stomach turn. I loved and despised her at the same time. My mind was a mess.
I woke up in the middle of the night and she was snoring heavily. I saw her pistol sitting on the desk only three steps away, and the keys were next to it. I could kill her, take the keys, and rescue my girls. I debated in my head. Elsie had a bad ankle, and all three of us were still weak from malnourishment. I made my decision. I’d try it the next week.
In the morning, she 69’d with me until we came at nearly the same time. She made me feel so great that I forgot I hated her for a little while. She took me to work with her and had me sit under her desk and lick her as she ate her lunch. I admitted to myself that I was starting to like it.
On the way out of the office, she gave Klaus his spare keys. We stopped at the armory on the way home and she turned in her gun. The fearsome mercenary became an office worker, and I’d missed my chance to escape.
–
Klaus sold my daughter Elsie to the company after a month, and she became the official office sex slave. She sucked off or screwed any of the men who worked on the 9th floor, and did oral for some of the women, too. Instead of her sleeping on a cot in the storage room as usual, on the weekends one of the managers would bring her home and share her with his wife and sons. Once I told her I was very sorry about what had happened to her. She said her life was great. Instead of being frustrated half the time while dating a boyfriend she was lucky enough to have twenty, and six girlfriends, too. I was ashamed to realize I had raised a wanton slut.
Lena did whatever “Gramps” wanted. She kept reassuring me that he was good to her, but seeing her with a man over triple her age disgusted me every time. They were happy enough to have a baby girl the month she turned 20, and two boys later.
I was Vireena’s pet until I learned to mostly love her. For our six-month anniversary together, she bought us a handsome eighteen-year-old boy. We treated Sven like our son, other than letting him join in when we had sex. I’d had my tubes tied long before, but Vireena and our ‘son’ had a daughter. Our baby was two months old when Vireena tore up my slave papers, cancelled my slave registration, and married me. I was a citizen again instead of a slave, but I didn’t want to leave anymore.
My girls and I endured and became parts of twisted but mostly happy families.