Owned!

Growing a bit bolder, Samantha began to rub the balls. Then she squeezed the nipple. "Pull the ball gently," Joan, said. Samantha did as she was told. She was a bit taken back when Joan moaned and her hand slipped down into the water. "Harder," the woman said. As if she had no will of her own, Sam pulled a bit harder. She saw Joan's hand as she moved it back and forth under the water. "Doesn't your lover make it hurt sometime?" In a husky voice that admitted to her getting excited, Joan answered her. "Sometimes he makes me cry out with the pain. But it always feels so good when I cum."

"I uh better stop." Samantha felt herself getting turned on by Joan's words and actions. Joan nodded her head as her other hand slipped under the churning water. Sam knew what she was doing and couldn't take her eyes off the woman. When Joan stuck her tongue out to lick her lips, Samantha saw the ball on her tongue. Even with what she had gone thru, her own pussy was throbbing as she watched. Then at the height of it, when she thought Joan would cum, the woman stopped. Samantha was disappointed. 'Why did you stop? You were so close to cumming, even I could see that." Joan sat there, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. When she did, she sat there with her eyes close. The sweat from the hot water running freely down her face, she smiled at Sam. "I don't have permission to cum. I can bring myself as close as I want, but I'm not allowed to cum unless my lover gives me permission." Samantha couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How would he know?" Joan smiled. "He would ask me and I would tell him the truth." Samantha was really confused now.

Joan stood up. Her pussy lips were flushed and swollen. Samantha looked up at her and noticed her nipples were even harder and more erect. Joan helped her up and guided her over to the shower. After a warm rinse off, she helped Samantha get dressed and wheeled her back to her room. The doctor came in a few minutes later and examined her again. She was told she could wonder the house in her chair but that she was not to try and walk on her own just yet. Samantha wondered into the library and was astounded at the size and collection of books displayed in there. It seemed bigger than the public library at home. Hours later, Harvey found her in the same chair reading one of the books. As he approached her and took a seat opposite her, she closed the book carefully and put it on the table. Harvey picked it up and smiled. "That's one of my favorites." His smile was so warm and captivating that she smiled back. "I don't know how I'll repay you for your kindness. I don't have a job and those men stole all my money." Harvey smiled. Picking up the phone he punched in a couple of numbers. A few moments later, Jessica came in and handed him Samantha's pocketbook. She opened it and all her money was there. She began to cry. Harvey laughed as he asked, "do you cry at everything"? She looked up at him thru her tears. "No one has ever been this nice to me before. As soon as I get a job, I'll pay you back for all you have done." Harvey really let out a laugh this time. "My dear, if I took care of a thousand girls the way I did you, I wouldn't even notice a drop in my interest payments. I have more money that I could ever spend in 20 lifetimes. No repayment needed. But tell me what are you going to do when you get well?" Samantha told him that she planned to find work. She said what she was capable of doing. Then she looked up at him. "Maybe I could work for you."

Harvey's face grew serious. His look frightened Samantha somewhat. He got up and went to a cupboard. He returned with two glasses of sherry. Giving one to Sam, he sat back down. "My dear, do you know anything about rich people?" Sam shook her head 'no'. "I'm not talking about those people who win the lottery and become rich over night. I mean the people who have so much money they don't know what they have or own." Again Sam shook her head. "Well I'm one of those people. Even though I'm black and most people have never heard of me, I am a very rich individual. And the people who work for me, I mean really work for me, not just some company I own, are totally devoted to me. All the people that you see on these grounds would give their life for me. As I would give my life for them. You could say that I own each and every one of them. Not in the sense of Master and slave mind you, but when someone signs a contract to work for me, they know that for 5 years, I own them. I own them body, mind and soul. And no one ever breaks a contract they sign with me." He had said it so casually, but the implied threat made Samantha's hair stand up on end. "With what you have gone thru at the hands of those three men, I don't know if you would feel right working for me." He could see that Samantha didn't understand what he meant. He smiled and telling her that she would be expected for dinner, he left the room. When Samantha reached her room, she found all her clothes folded and put away. Her suitcases were on the bed, opened and empty. She put on her prettiest dress and when Martha came to get her, she was wheeled down to the dinning room.

During the lavish dinner that followed, Samantha noticed that all the women that served them were fairly young and very beautiful. Even the butlers were handsome and built like strongmen. The conversation was light. After dinner, Jessica came in and served brandy. Martha sat across from Sam and Harvey sat at the head of the table. Samantha took a sip from her glass, and then she looked at Harvey. "Sir? You said some very strange things today in the library. From what you described, you virtually own all these people. Surely even as rich as you are, no one will consent to being a slave in this day and age." Harvey looked at the young girl. Then he began to smile. The smile turned into a laugh and he was soon hysterical. Samantha couldn't for the life of her see what was so funny. Harvey sat his drink down. "Jessica would you come in here for a moment." Jessica came in and stood by the side of his chair. "Jessica, how long have you worked for me?" Jessica, without smiling or looking at him, answered, "I'm in the third year of my second contract Sir."

"And how much money have you accumulated since you began to work for me?" This time the girl did smile.

"Approximately 2 million dollars Sir."

"And do I own you?" Her smile grew even wider. "Oh yes Sir."

"Do you resent it?" Shock came over her features. "Never Sir!" Harvey smiled and turned back towards Samantha. "That is the way it is for each and everyone you see on these grounds. As long as they are in my employ, I own them. Oh I pay them very well, along with helping them invest their savings, and they know that they are sworn to secrecy. They are given free reign to travel to wherever they choose when not on duty. But they are on duty for months at a time." Samantha looked from Jessica to this strikingly confident man. "But surely they are not slaves?"

Harvey looked from Samantha to Martha. "Maybe you could explain this to her," he said. Martha sat her drink down. "When Mr. Beatum said that you would possibly not be suited to work here, it was because of what you have gone thru. See each and every woman that works here, including me, are subject to the whims and pleasures of Mr. Beatum. For as long as we accept employment here at the mansion, we serve and satisfy his desires."

"You see my dear," Harvey stated, "before I employ anyone, they must know the rules. I have allowed you to know this because I have had you investigated fully. I know about your schooling, your background. I even know that you left after being sexually used by your uncle. It's my business to find out things. When you leave here, you will leave with a substantial bank account. You will have a good job and you will be sworn to secrecy about any and everything you have seen or heard here." Samantha couldn't believe what she was hearing. "And what if I say anything to anyone?" Harvey smiled. Sam imagined it was the smile a mouse sees as the cat approaches him. There was nothing that needed to be said. His smile said it all. The hairs on her neck felt like pickets on a fence. "And these people do whatever you tell them to do?"

This time, Martha got up. She walked towards Jessica. "Jessica, my sweet darling, take your clothes off please." With a big smile, the younger woman began to remove all her clothes. When she stood naked and proud before them she was smiling from ear to ear. Martha turned to Samantha. "And if I told her to make love to me, Harvey or anyone else in this house, she would do it gladly. Just to please Mr. Beatum." The entire room was silent. Jessica stood there still naked, oblivious to everyone around her. Harvey sipped his drink like nothing had been said. And Martha stared at Samantha. "You are told all of this because to the world outside these walls, Mr. Beatum doesn't exist. His work for the government is very sensitive, and his power is very broad." Samantha tried to stay cool. "Is that why he said that the men who raped me would never have a chance to do that to another woman?" The silence was her answer. She placed her napkin on her plate. "I think I need to go upstairs and think about this. Please excuse me?" She got up and wheeled herself to the big ornate doors. They swung open and Joan her nurse was standing there waiting for her.

"I think you need to go for some fresh air, don't you?" Joan wheeled the woman out the front door. They went around the paved driveway to the back of the house. Joan pushed her thru what seemed like an archway and into a covered room. From the smell, it was another pool. The room was warm and moist. The pool was heated. Joan didn't turn on any lights. "This is where most of us come when we have to think things thru. Martha recruited me right out of nursing school. That was 9 years ago. The doctor that treated you was my lover at the time and he recommended me for this job. I know that this must be a lot for a small town girl like you to take in, but it really isn't as bad as it seems. Mr. Beatum likes to have people at his beck and call when he wants them. Oh for the first couple of weeks he may fuck you two or three times a week but I know you'll enjoy it. He is an excellent lover." Sam turned around to the woman. "Is he the lover you had yourself pierced for?" Joan smiled. "Oh yes! Once he gave his permission, he had the doctor do it in very clean surroundings. Did you know there is a real operating room here?" Joan let the girl think. She stood behind her and slowly and gently massaged her neck muscles. "Hey would you like a rub down? I mean a real one. I'm a masseuse you know." Samantha, her mind still in turmoil nodded her head 'yes'. Joan wheeled her over to a table and began to undress the girl. When she was naked, she was helped up onto the table. Joan started with Samantha on her stomach. She was strong but gentle and Sam was soon sighing under the experienced hands.

Then Joan had her turn over. The combination of scented oils and strong hands had Sam in a dream like state. Joan started at her legs. By the time she had worked her hands up the Sam's crotch, the younger girl had opened her legs and was slowly easing her hips up to meet the strong hands that rubbed her so well. Joan let her fingertips brush against Sam's pussy lips. This caused a sigh from the girl. Joan smiled in the darken room. Sam's pussy was wet. And she was getting excited. Joan listened to the increased breathing. "Does anyone else in this place fuck you," she asked Joan in a whisper? Joan had moved to her upper torso and was rubbing and massaging Sam's hardening tits. "Martha makes love to me a lot. Sometimes Mr. Beatum watches and even joins in. Of course I can make love to anyone that I am attracted to. But no one can just fuck me cause they want to. I have to consent to them and they have to consent to me. It has to be mutual. I can even say no to Mr. Beatum. But not too often. Even he realizes that you're not in the mood all the time. Your nipples are hard. And your pussy is very wet. Would you mind if I relaxed you? I promise to stop if you tell me to." Samantha sighed. "If it feels half as good as you are making me feel now, I won't tell you to stop." Just before Joan bent her head to capture Samantha's nipple in her mouth, she glanced at the corner. Yes, the camera was on and recording. She would give Martha and Mr. Beatum a good show.

Samantha moaned as Joan's mouth covered her nipple. But that noise was nothing like the moaning and screaming she did as Joan's practiced tongue did things to her pussy that she had never felt before. Both women lay on the table. Joan held Samantha tightly as Sam continued to whimper. "Teach me to please you too. It's not fair for me to have all the pleasure." Joan kissed her tenderly. "When you get better, I'll show you how Martha and I please each other." With that, she got up off the table and began to dress. "It's time to get you to bed." She helped Samantha dress and took her up to bed. She left her sleeping and went down to Martha's bedroom. When she opened the door, Martha was standing in the center of the room. She was nude except for the fat strapon cock that she wore. Smiling Joan began to undress. "I was hoping you would be here waiting for me." Joan's screams were not lost on Harvey. Even as he plunged his fat swollen cock in and out of Mildred, one of the other maids, he licked Jessica's nipples. Jessica happened to be straddling Mildred's face at the time. He knew he had this young girl on his payroll after all. This caused him to fuck Mildred even harder. Glad that all the rooms in the mansion were soundproofed, no one heard the young girls' screams.

The rest of the week went on normally. Samantha was free to roam the grounds. Most of the time, Joan accompanied her. Other times, she was seen walking arm in arm with Martha and a few times Harvey escorted her. On a day when she was walking with Harvey, she met Dario. They had been walking down a path; Samantha was admiring the flowers when they came upon a man working in the dirt. He turned at their approach and Sam saw a man who looked a lot like Harvey. Only he was a bit older. "Hello Dario. I would like for you to meet Ms Samantha." Dario stood up and taking off his work gloves extended his hand and shook hers. Dario turned to Harvey and moving his hands began to sign to him. Samantha laughed, and to everyone's surprised signed back to Dario. Harvey, his face registering his shock, stood mouth agape. "You understood what he said?" Sam smiled at Harvey. "Oh yes! He said that I was very pretty and I had nice tits. I signed back that he had a big smile." Dario signed again, only this time to Samantha herself. "Apology accepted. Next time be careful what you say." Dario, smiling like a fool, began to move his hands very fast. Samantha, laughing in turn moved her hands in reply. Harvey stood shaking his head in disbelief. "Only Martha and I can really talk to Dario in sign, but you seem to have us both beat." Samantha turned to Harvey. "I guess that your source of information can't tell secrets it doesn't know. Very few people know I can sign. That was always a secret between a friend and me. I can read lips too." Harvey was really stumped now. He tried to remember what might have been said in front of Samantha that she shouldn't have heard. Sam had turned back and was talking to Dario. He was telling her the names of the different flowers. This was the first time he really had someone talking to him on a level he felt comfortable with. She was able to keep up with him and she never told him he was going to fast. Harvey interrupted them and asked that Dario return Sam to the mansion when they were through. Dario just nodded and went back to talking to Samantha.

Samantha didn't return until 4 hours later. It was well past dinner so she went into the kitchen and the cook made her a plate of food. She took it into the servant's dining room and found most of the house staff sitting around drinking coffee and eating desert. Joan was there and she introduced Sam to most of the people seated around. Sam found that most of the women were young and beautiful, the men were handsome and built. A few let their feeling show as they undressed her with their eyes. One man in particular paid little attention to her but did say something to a man that was outright leering at her. The man got up and came over to her. "I apologize for being so crude," he said then turned away and sat back down. The man that had spoken to him stood up and came over to her. Extending his hand, he introduced himself. "Hello Samantha Quick, my name is James. I'm head of security here at the mansion and the man who was present when you ran into our car. You have to excuse Carl, sometimes he lets his manners slip. We all heard that you could speak to Dario even faster than Martha and Mr. Beatum." Just at that moment, all heads turned as Dario now dressed in slacks and a shirt entered the room. Many people got up to walk over to him. He shook hands with everyone and laughed with a few. Sam turned to Joan. "They act like they haven't seen him in a long time. Joan, a big smile on her face, shook her head. "He hasn't come in here to eat in almost a year and a half. Not since he had a big argument and ended up hurting one of the guards." Sam looked at Dario. "Him? He's so gentle he could never hurt anyone." Samantha turned to say something to James. She was shocked. James was looking at Dario with a look that bordered on admiration. There was the beginning of a tear in his eye. Dario came up to him and smiled. James threw his arms around Dario and hugged him hard enough to make everyone wince.

Dario looked at Samantha. He also had a few tears in his eyes. He bent and taking her hand kissed it. Everyone in the room began shouting and cheering. Martha came into the room in response to the noise and stopped dead at the sight of Dario. He turned to her and bowed. She ran from the room and returned shortly with Harvey. The room quieted as he entered. He walked up to Dario and gave him the same bear hug that James had given him. He turned to Samantha. "I don't know what you did my dear, but ask anything of me and it's yours. I never thought I would ever see my brother enter this house again. But thanks to you, he is back with the family that loves and missed him." Samantha didn't have a clue as to what the hell was going on. "Would someone tell me what this is all about?" Martha, tears running down her face, took Samantha off to the side. She was about to say something when Harvey called for everyone's attention. "James. Put security on automatic and call everyone into the main ballroom. Jessica! Go down to the cellar and bring up a case of our house champagne. My brother is back in my home and we are all going to celebrate his return." Harvey was crying as he hugged Dario again. Martha turned to Samantha.

"Awhile ago, Dario and another guard got into an argument. Dario has been dumb since he stopped a bullet meant for Harvey 15 years ago. The other guard could sign also and no one really knows what they said to each other. Before anyone could stop it, Dario got mad and lashed out. The other guard was barely conscious when they took him to the hospital. Dario walked out of the house vowing never to return. He hasn't been back in her since that day. Nothing Harvey could ever say to him would make him return. You have done something no one else could have ever done. Harvey will be so grateful and my dear so am i. Anything I can ever do for you I will."

Half-hour later, they were all assembled in the grand ballroom. Samantha had not seen this room before. She was still amazed at the real size of this place. Harvey and Dario stood in the middle of the floor. They had their arms around each other's waist. Harvey called for attention and the room became quiet. "Almost two years ago my brother left this house and took up residence in the garden home. For all that time, I have been living my own private hell." Harvey was crying openly and many of the servants were crying also. Harvey looked at Samantha. "Young lady, when you came into our house, no one could have dreamed the difference you would make." He turned to everyone and smiled. Everyone had a glass of champagne in his or her hand. Raising his glass, Harvey said, "Our family is once again complete". Everyone sipped their drink, then the room echoed with cheers and clapping. The celebration went on into the night. Samantha left the room and went up to her own bedroom. A soft knock on her door caught her as she was taking off her clothes. She opened it in her bra and skirt. Martha stood there, a bottle of champagne in her hand and two glasses. "You left the party before it really got started." Samantha turned and went back to her bed. "It felt more like a family reunion and I'm not part of the family." Martha sat on the bed. "Well Samantha, we have told you about our family and job opportunity. You have had time to think about it. You're are well enough now to make up your mind. Do you think you would like to sign a contract or would you just want to sign a statement of secrecy, take your money and leave." Samantha was taking off her bra. She noticed the look on Martha's face as she continued to take her clothes off.