They drove home from the hospital in silence. David struggled with his own thoughts: suddenly owning someone and the lost of his weregild. And a couple thousand to put both women into the healing accelerator, to get rid of the cuts and bruises. He also found himself worrying about using all his money like Victor suggested. Whenever his thoughts came to a pause, he'd look in the mirror and see Naomi and Christina in the back, silent and frightened, and he started again.
When he finally pulled into his garage, he felt a little bit of relief. The familiarity of his house gave him some comfort. His eyes focused on Naomi through the rear-view mirror as he closed the garage.
Naomi looked up as if she could feel his look; her blue stare burned in the dim light of the garage.
David hesitated to speak, then gestured out of the car. “Come on.”
Naomi slipped out of the car and helped Christina out. Together, they stood with their backs to the car and standing up straight. He admired them, not as their owner, but as a male. Naomi's full breasts and curves complemented Christina's own slender body with smaller breasts and a narrower waist.
They were good-looking women.
He also didn't know what to do. He reached forward to draw his fingers between their legs, then stepped back. More annoyed with himself, he pointed to the door into the house. “This is my, I guess, your place now. Three bedrooms, but only one has a bed.”
The master bedroom held a king-size bed and his dressers. The second bedroom he converted into a hard-copy library and a place for his computers. His favorite chair, a leather recliner sat in the corner. He almost skipped the third room, but at the last minute, he opened it. The smell of dog flooded his senses and he swallowed to keep his own emotions.
“This used to be Rowley's room, but he died last year.”
“I'm sorry,” whispered Naomi.
David jumped at her voice and stared at her.
Naomi hesitated, stared at the ground.
He gulped and gave the room one last look before closing the door. Spotting the dog beds gave him some ideas but he kept them to himself.
“And a kitchen,” a modest room without the fancy, full-body cooking tools that Terrance and Victor had, “living room and dining. Pretty much that is it. Nothing really in the basement, but please don't go down there.”
They said nothing, just stood there at the head of the stairs.
David worried his lip for a moment, “Want food?”
Naomi didn't move, but Christina gave a tiny nod.
“Thai?”
Another nod, more interested. He grabbed the phone and ordered for them. Together, they sat down in the living room and he cleared his throat. “Look, I never owned a slave. I've had that weregild for a few years now, but never used them. I'm not really sure what the hell I'm doing, but I'm going to make this up as I go.”
Nothing.
“Start with questions. My name is David. I guess I should have you call me ‘master’ or something like that, but David is good enough for today. If you have any questions, just ask them.”
Christina raised her hand.
David grinned, “And you just need to open your mouth, we aren't in school.”
“Oh,” she said with a blush, then she looked around the modest room, “I thought you all had money. With mansion and cars and gold everything.”
David laughed, an honest laugh. “I have… had blood money, if that is what you mean. I got it when my two sisters pissed off someone. The next morning, I got a two weregild–one and a half after taxes–and some video of them being gutted. Video is on the shelf, but I don't watch it. I also found out that weregild and American dollars don't mix that well. They say you can get a trillion dollars for one life, but it never worked out. I mean, I have a million or three, but I'm still poor compared to Victor or Terrance.”
“My mama made five million a year.”
“Not bad, programmer?”
A nod.
“Well, I took the first weregild and bought my life. And joined the world of insured where I just won't be killed on a lark. But that put me in this uncomfortable spot between those with blood money and those who can only get it if they die. And I'll tell you, I'm too poor to be rich and too rich to be poor.”
Christina started to raise her hand, then lowered it blushed. “Are you a hunter?”
“No, that takes a lot more than I could imagine. Plus, once you are a hunter, you are for life. And I can't imagine wearing bright orange.” He affected a frivolous accent, “plus it would never go with my clothes.”
That brought a smile to both of their faces.
David took advantage of it to start asking more questions about their lives. “So, how did you meet? Did you go to school together?”
He didn't really care about their answers, but it kept them speaking. The minutes ticked by and he watched as they grew more comfortable, no longer cringing every time he moved. He also managed to get more comfortable with the idea of having these two beautiful women as his slaves.
By the time food showed up, they laughed at his jokes and even volunteered information. David gave his first set of orders. From his chair, he motioned to the door, “Get it.”
Both girls froze, starting at him. Then Naomi slowly got up from the chair. Her naked breasts and hips caught his attention and he smiled as he enjoyed her look.
Sliding his gaze over to Christina, he gestured toward the kitchen. “There are plates and forks by the sink.”
She looked confuse and David clarified for her.
“Go get them, Christina.”
“Oh!” she gasped, then jumped to her feet. Stumbling forward, she ran into the kitchen. David pushed himself from his chair and padded toward the back rooms. He could hear Naomi gathering the food from the delivery boy—electronic accounts simplified everything. In the kitchen, Christina banged plates as she tried to find the flatware. David took the opportunity to slip into Rowley's room.
The memories of his lost dog haunted him, but he remembered something that would help him. In the chewed dresser, he pulled open the first drawer and pulled out three leather collars. Inside the buckle, a small electronic chip flickered with diagnostic signals. He heard Naomi finishing up and jammed the collars into his pocket before rushing into the bathroom.
On the stool, he used the toothbrush to press the buttons, programming them. For Rowley, it gave an increasingly more powerful shock the further he got away from home. He used the same settings, but switched it from canine to human to adjust how it would shock the girls. The bigger one helpfully suggested a firmware upgrade for better control and he hesitated before downloading it.
By the time he flushed, he had two programmed dog, now human, collars. Sticking them back into his pocket, he cleaned his hands and wandered out.
In the living room, both girls were already forks deep in the food.
He stopped by the door, watching them as they inhaled the food. “Hungry?”
Both girls froze–Christina held a fork in her lips while Naomi dropped hers. As one, they looked up guilty and Christina stammered.
“I'm sorry, I-I was so hungry.”
“Eat,” he said, then sat down across from them.
They didn't touch their food until he served himself, then they returned to their food. “I thought Terrance said you ran away today?”
Naomi swallowed before answering, “Terrance hasn't fed us in a few days.”
Christina helpfully supplied more information. “Naomi got in trouble for not following orders again.”
“Why did you run? Went for Mexico again?”
The brunette sighed, “Hoping for anything but here. Terrance made a deal to sell us to Hill's Meats. Going to have our tits and ass on special, according to Hill's grandson. But you know that just fuck the girls until they snuff them, and I refuse to feel a knife jammed in my pussy for any man.”
Christina shivered and curled up on the chair.
Naomi whimpered, “I-I just couldn't do it. I know that I'm guilty and he owned us, but I…” Her voice trailed off.
David found his own memories dredging up emotions, of the blonde slave that Victor impaled. He shuddered at the thought and realized he saved them far more than Terrance's beating. He stir his Muk Goong Pik with a fork and contemplated his next actions. Then, he heard Christina whispering to Naomi.
“Love you, girl.”
Peeking up, David saw Naomi glance at him. When he didn't respond, she turned and kissed Christina on the cheek, then the lips. Christina gasped and whispered sharply, “Naomi! He's watching.”
“So? Wanna give him a show?”
He chuckled, “Sure, gave me a show.”
Christina looked confused herself for a moment, then let out a soft purr when Naomi grabbed her face with both hands and drew her into a kiss. Naomi sat up, pulling Christina into her. The blonde followed willingly and David felt his heart beating faster at the sight of Naomi's large breasts pressing against Christina's smaller ones. Somehow, watching their bodies grinding to each other brought a heat burning between his legs. The two kissed each other, giving him a little flash of tongue as Christina moaned with every movement.
The blonde's hands clenched mid-air during the kiss, then relaxed to reach out to grab the small of Naomi's back. Fingers spread out on the creamy pale skin and delved down, following the “V” of her buttocks and to finally end by grabbing each rounded globe in her hands. Naomi gasped when their lips parted then lifted her body against her friend. Hard nipples followed the Christina's tanned curves until they hovered inches from her lover's mouth.
Christina gave David a smile, then parted her lips, sucking in the firm nub. Naomi's eyes closed and she lifted one leg to straddle Christina. David leaned over to catch a glimpse of her pussy, the pink folds nestled between her thighs. Then, Naomi lowered herself on her friend. Arms wrapped around Christina's head, holding her tight. Christina's hands slipped around her waist, teasing the bottom edge of Naomi's breasts before delving between her legs.
David couldn't see, but he could imagine when Christina's fingers found Naomi's sex. The tiny shudder of the brunette's body, the parted lips and unseeing eyes. He couldn't find the energy to move and just stared at them as Christina's arms flexed with tiny movements and Naomi's hips rocked back and forth.
To his surprise, he actually felt a bit of jealousy watching them making out on his couch, then it hit him.
He owned them.
Clearing his throat, he spoke. “Come over here.”
They separated and Christina stood up from the couch, but Naomi didn't move.
David let his voice take on a more authoritative tone. “Now.”
It actually rang out in the room and both girls finished untangling their limbs and walked over. Swaying, Naomi walked around the food and stood before him. Christina, on the other hand, half crawled off the couch and settled to her knees at his feet. David looked down at her bright face and almost froze. But, Christina reached up and took his hand, sliding it behind her neck and bowing toward him.
David moaned as she kissed his leg. He pulled up and she obeyed, kissing further up until he aimed her to his crotch. He felt the hot lips over the fabric covering his aching hardness. Flushed, he fumbled for his pants, then looked up at Noami.
Changing his mind, he gave another order. “Open me.”
Naomi didn't stall. Sliding her legs around Christina's back, she lowered until her lightly furred pussy ground on Christina's spine. Delicate fingers reached around the blonde's head and his own hand to work the zipper, pulling the fabric open. David and Christina moaned, but David had to force himself to breath when he felt hot fingers on his shaft for the first time in many years.
The brunette worked his cock out of his pants and aimed it for Christina's mouth. David pulled on the blonde's head, his eyes wide as he watched her open her mouth and take his length into the warm, slick confines of her lips.
“Oh, god,” he whispered.
Christina's head bobbed on his shaft, bumping on his palm then shoving forward. Naomi's hips rocked forward, pushing Christina down and relaxing as her friend drew up. David shuddered with the growing pleasure and tore his gaze away from Christina's stretched lips. Naomi leaned forward, her own mouth close to his own. With his other hand, he reached up to her. She tilted her head away, but he just grabbed the nape of her neck and dragged her down into a kiss.
Lips on his cock and more on his own, he found himself in a storm of ecstasy. And, too fast, he found his own pleasure cresting. His hands clutched both girls, one hand driving Christina down on his cock until he felt her lips grinding on his base.
When he came, Naomi muffled his gasp of pleasure with her own kiss. Christina sucked and bobbed on his shaft until he released her. Then, he felt her licking his cock clean before sitting back on her feet. Her head nestled in the junction of Naomi's legs, just a hint of the black pubic hair above the golden mane.
David laughed, still panting. “Oh, god, that was amazing.”
“Thank you,” grinned Naomi. Christina licked her lips and wiped a bit of cum from the side of her mouth. David glanced down to his cock, slick and shiny and very red.
He grinned and leaned back. “I could like this.”
Christina giggled, but remained down on her knees.
David remembered the collar. Digging into his pocket, he pulled it out.
Christina's eyes widened with a bit of fear and David explained himself.
“This will shock you, but only if you leave the yard. Rowley ran away a lot and I,” he favored Naomi with a smile, “would like a bit of peace of mind for my purchase.”
Naomi's mood darkened instantly, but Christina arched her back, pushing forward her breasts and splaying her hands on his knees. David wrapped the smaller collar around her neck, buckling it into place. The computer chip chirped and she shuddered at the noise.
He raised his gaze to Naomi. “Please?”
Her lips tightened into a thin line and she stepped back.
Christina looked up at them and let out a soft whimper. “Noami?”
The brunette shook her head and took another step away. David saw her looking quickly at the door. He struggled to figure out the right action, then remembered Victor.
Taking a deep breath, he lowered his voice and barked out a command. “Sit!”
Noami jumped at the sound. Then, she made a break for the door. David jumped out of the chair in a flash, leaping over Christina. He accidentally smacked the blonde with his shaft. His hand caught Naomi by the hair. She collapsed instantly, dropping to her ass between the front door and the couch. Her hair snapped in all directions as she struggled with his attempts to put on the collar, but she didn't scream or cry. As soon as the device chirped, she froze.
David, breathing hard, looked down at her. She glared up, bright blue eyes and a collar around her neck. The look of wild hair and burning hunger in her expression brought new life to his manhood.
He grinned and leaned forward. “Sit.”
She started to get up and the advanced programming of the collar responded. Just a tiny click and she jerked before sitting down heavily. The glare didn't move from her face. David reached up and activated the home security system, locking the doors and windows with a single button press.
He focused his attention back on Naomi. Sprawled out on her legs, she sat on the ground underneath the edge of the couch armrest. He looked down to see his cock still out, standing tall with excitement. Just seeing her collar again, he felt it surge hotly.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he reached down with both hands and slipped them behind their neck. Naomi tightened her lips, but he just pulled up. Expecting her to resist, she surprised him by raising her body. When she didn't open her mouth, he ran his thumb along her lips; she parted them easily to his thumb.
“You know what happens if you bite?”
She said nothing, but kept her mouth open.
Panting, David fed his slick member into her lips. The hot sensation of the brunette's mouth send bolts of pleasure coursing through his system. He leaned forward, pulling his hand back and watched the length of his cock disappearing into her lips. Her tongue worked at the base of his shaft, exploring it until he jammed his cock head into her throat, just barely setting off the spasming gag reflex. She tried to pull back but his hands kept in her in place.
After a second, he started to slowly draw it from her lips. Her tongue lapped at his cock head and he stopped with just the ridge of his manhood in her mouth. He almost announced his actions, then just drove forward, pulling her head as much as thrusting into her. The hot depth and the feel of her lips on his base turned him on. He bit his lip and started to fuck her face, moving in deep strokes that brought his cock from lips to throat. He stopped at the end of each stroke for the longest beat completely in her mouth or barely inside her lips. Then, the wet slurping of driving it into her, seeing her nose crush against the skin above his member. He felt his balls slapping her chin and that just pushed him to fuck faster.
Because he came recently, it took ten minutes of pounding Naomi's face before he felt his second orgasm. Naomi took his shaft willingly, her blue eyes burning with some intense emotion he couldn't imagine. Staring into her eyes, he found himself finally coming and yanked it out of her lips to plaster her face with cum. It caught her across the nose and lips, dripping down her chin.
“The collar suits you.”
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. Christina giggled from the couch, where she watched with one hand between her legs, working between the swollen lips of her pussy. David released Naomi and she slumped to the ground. Her head bumped on the arm of the couch as her naked ass slapped on the floor. Christina bent over the edge of the couch, over her, and kissed her upside down. Between kisses, she lapped up the cum from her friend's face, which did nothing to help David's softness. When a few splatters dripped from Naomi's chin, Christina just bent even further over the touch, sitting her ass and pussy in the air, to clean up the errant droplets.
David stared at the exposed slit, pink and excited. He reached over and ran a finger along it, parting Christina's lips to look at the shocking pink insides. Christina moaned, her face half-buried in Naomi's lap. He toyed with her for a moment, then realized he couldn't possibly get it up again. Even if he wanted to, which he did. He pulled his fingers back, then yawned.
“Time for bed.”
Christina looked up, a bit of cum on her nose. “Where?”
“Um…” he tried to decide if he trusted them enough to sleep in the bed when Christina spoke up with a sly voice.
“How about Rowley's beds?”
Naomi's head shot up to stare daggers at her, but Christina crawled back on the couch. She held her wrists up to her face and thrust her breasts forward. With a grin, she licked her lips. “We'll be really good bitches too.”
“Christina!” cried Naomi.
Christina ignored her friend.
David's cock jumped at the thought and he agreed. “Well, Rowley had two. That's a good idea. They are soft and you'll sleep well.”
Hopping up, Christina dragged Naomi to her feet and they got ready for bed. David found himself getting hard watching them shower together, but felt too exhausted to do anything besides enjoy the view. Then, he closed them into Rowley's room before heading to bed himself.
In bed, he stared at the ceiling, trying to understand how quickly his day turned around. In the other room, he heard Naomi and Christina whispering to each other and realized that maybe he got a good deal out of his savings.