Another slave girl for Max

Max eased his F4000 to a stop in a VIP parking space outside of one of Thorsten's storage facilities. He killed the engine and gently drummed his fingers against the wheel as he looked at the exterior of one of his dad’s several holding facilities scattered across the city. After a long moment, he got out of the car and locked it once he closed the door again. He shoved the FOB into his pocket and walked toward the door. He passed through the door into a welcoming area with marble flooring and large windows that let in plenty of light. As soon as he walked in, he saw Victor, one of his dad’s employees. One of the few that he trusted to help run the day-to-day of his slave brokering business.

As soon as Victor saw Max, his face lit up with a bright smile. Due to the close working and professional relationship the man shared with Thorsten, Victor was a sort of adopted uncle to Max. Victor ran his hand through his short reddish-brown hair and slightly loosened his tie as he made his way over to Max. “Hey Max, how are you?” he asked as he clapped Max on the shoulder.

"Victor, always good to see you," Max laughed. "I'm doing great, how about you?"

"No major complaints. Your dad tells me You're working for your Uncle Alex."

"Yeah, I'm learning a lot and enjoying it. Speaking of Dad, any idea why he wants to see me?"

"Nope." Victor shook his head. "You know your dad, kiddo. You'll know what he wants you to know..."

"And when he wants you to know it," the two said together before laughing.

"Come on. He's waiting for a client to come and pick up their latest acquisition. I'll take you to him."

The two men walked side-by-side to a security door that Victor opened with his badge. They passed through into a long, sterile-looking hallway. The ceiling and wall were plain white, and the floor was polished concrete that reflected the overhead lighting. They moved down the long hallway, their footsteps echoing slightly with each step. Max knew that behind each door he and Victor passed, a slave girl was waiting to meet her new master.

"Your Dad said you got yourself a F4000; how's it handle?"

"A lot of power, extremely responsive steering and brakes. So, like a dream."

"Maybe one day I'll get myself one too."

"Do it, man, worth every gold coin."

"Okay, I gotta know, what color?"

Max let out a short but loud bark of laughter. "Red. Is there any other acceptable color for a Ferrari?"

"No," Victor replied with a laugh of his own. "Your dad's in here," he said as he motioned to the door they now stood in front of. He used his badge to unlock the door before turning to return to the lobby.

Max passed into a luxurious room, and sitting to Max’s left, on a comfortable-looking black leather chair, with a welcoming smile on his face, was Thorsten, as almost always, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. What truly drew his eye, though, was the dark-haired slave girl bound spread-eagled between two metal posts, dressed as an infant.

"Hey, Dad. You wanted to see me?" he asked as he began crossing the room. "Who's this?"

"She used to be Kaycee Greene, the Amazonian Ambassador to New LA; now, though, she's whoever her new mistress- sorry, I mean her new mommy decides.”

The former Amazon let out a long, high-pitched wail at the mention of her ‘new mommy,’ and hot tears began to stream down her face. Max watched with an amused smile as the bound woman closed her eyes tightly and turned her head, as if she thought she could hide from her new reality. “Huh, you know, I would have thought a slaver who’s been made into a slave girl herself would be a lot more accepting of a collar. I mean, how many girls do you think she had a hand in collaring?”

“Who knows,” Thorsten said with a shrug as Max walked to the seat next to his and sat down.

“So, who is her new mommy anyway? You don’t have many clients that are women, and fewer still that you don’t plan to enslave on behalf of someone else.”

Thorsten laughed with a sense of pride. “You’re a clever young man,” he said as he placed his hand on Max’s shoulder. “Her new mommy is part of the reason I wanted you to stop by today; you’ll see in due time.”

An hour passed as father and son spoke about Max’s day working for his uncle Alex. How he was liking the F4000, baseball, anything that came to mind. All the while the completely ignored the serving girls who knelt silently, waiting for someone to need them to dress or change the clothing of a slave girl. They also ignored the former Amazon. Much to her surprise, this made Kaycee feel both angry and humiliated.'

Finally, the door opened, and a familiar voice filled the room. “Ah, there’s my handsome nephew.”

Max turned his head sharply to the door. He saw his mother, Elizabeth’s sister, McKenna Rawlins. “Aunt McKenna? What are you doing here?” McKenna had long dark hair she kept in a bun. Being a partner in a major law firm in New York City, she was rarely not dressed in a finely tailored suit jacket, button-down shirt, and knee-length skirt. “And how would you know I’m handsome? You’ve been into women your entire life?” he asked in a slightly teasing tone as he stood and walked to her. The two shared a long hug.

“That’s how I know I have a handsome nephew.”

“I know it’s a bit late, but just like your Uncle Alex, I’d wanted my birthday gift to be perfect.” McKenna turned her head to the still-open door. “Holly!”

A moment later, a redheaded woman in a long light green dress with two snap buttons above each breast entered the room. Behind her, a woman with long light brown hair wore a short pink dress, white mittens, white booties, and a white pacifier gag filling her mouth. Just visible under the childish dress was a white diaper with pink and yellow flowers. Around the woman’s neck was a pink leather collar with white lace trimming.

Behind her was a beautiful green-eyed blonde in more traditional slave girl clothing. A red satin half-bra with black lace trim, a matching short satin skirt, black open-toed shoes with a six-inch stiletto heel, a red leather collar around her neck, and a black ball gag filling her mouth. Her arms were behind her back in a black single glove with red lacing.

“I’m hoping I get her,” Max jokingly said as she pointed to the blonde.

“You do. Take a good look at her. Does she look familiar?”

Max stepped closer to the blonde. She stood perfectly still, her gaze downcast. Max smirked; whoever this was, she knew how to act like a proper slave girl. He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. It took a long moment, but he let out a soft gasp of surprise. “No way,” he said, turning his head to his aunt. Sophie Taylor?”

“Yes,” McKenna said with a proud smile. “The most famous pop star on the planet. Of course, whenever entertainment news says something like that about a woman, they might as well say ‘the most sought-after cunt on the planet.’”

“Yeah, you're probably not wrong. God, I can’t believe it. Cassie and I went to see her a month ago at the New L.A. Stadium.” He smiled as he pictured her as she had been that night. Dressed in little more than she was now, as she danced and strutted across the stage with her dancers and belted out her hits.

“Now she’s all yours, isn’t that right?” McKenna asked as she removed Sophie’s gag.

Sophie tilted her head up to look at Max, fear flashing in her eyes. “I would love it if you would be my master. Please, Sir, won’t you please take me as your slave?”

“Even if you weren’t who you are, well used to be,” Max said as he took the gag from McKenna and put it back in Sophie’s mouth. “How could I say no to that?” Holly smiled as she undid the short chain connecting Sophie’s collar to the other slave girl’s collar and handed it to Max. Sophie stepped closer to the man who now owned her, fell to her knees, and leaned against his leg.

It was then that the redheaded slave girl moved close to McKenna and whimpered into her pacifier gag as she gently ran one of her mittened hands over McKenna’s breast. “Are you hungry, Bree?” McKenna asked, causing the slave girl to nod. “Just a minute,” McKenna replied before kissing the other woman’s forehead. She then turned to look at Kaycee.

“I’ll be damned, I never had Aunt McKenna pegged for this type of thing,” Max thought as he slowly stroked Sophie’s hair.

“Kaycee, you are now my baby girl, and when I let you speak, you will address me as ‘Mommy.” Kaycee slowly nodded in understanding. “Just like your new sister Bree, you’ll undergo treatment that will give you an upset tummy if you try to eat or drink anything except for water and breast milk.” There was a long pause before Kaycee let out a long, shrieking wail as fresh ot tears streamed down her face. “Oh, don’t worry,” McKenna said in a soft tone as if trying to soothe a child. Mommy, Nanny Holly here, and your other two nannies, C.J. and Alice, have all gone through treatments to make sure we have plenty of milk for you.” A look of horror came to Kaycee’s face as she learned more and more about her fate.

“I can’t imagine a worse fate than this,” Kaycee thought as she squeezed her eyes shut and hoped to wake from a terrifying nightmare.

“But Mommy will warn you now,” McKenna said as she tapped Kaycee on the nose. “If you're needlessly fussy or throw a temper tantrum while one of your nannies is taking care of you, you’ll get a spanking, and if one of your nannies spanks you, Mommy will spank you too.” She turned to face Holly. “Holly, I’d rather not expose myself to my brother-in-law and nephew. Would you mind showing Kaycee here what can happen if she throws a tantrum like her sister did this morning?”

“Of course, Miss Rawlins.” Holly gently turned Bree so her back was to Kaycee and knelt. She undid the tape holding the humiliating-looking diaper in place and lowered it enough for Kaycee to see that the redhead’s ass was bruised and covered in crisscrossing welts.

“She had a tantrum, so Nanny CJ used a leather strap on her bare bottom, then Mommy gave her three dozen with a looped cane.” A chill that made Kaycee’s entire body shake went down her spine as she heard how her new sister had been punished. She watched, unable to take her eyes away, as Holly put the diaper back in place and put the tape back in place.

“Come on, sweetie, time to fill your tummy.” Holly led Bree to a love seat, sat down, and undid the snaps over her right breast, exposing it. Bree sat on the empty cushion next to Holly, then leaned back into Holly’s waiting arms. Bree lifted her feet onto the armrest of the love seat as she took Holly’s breast in her mouth and began to gently suckle.

Kaycee wanted to look away, but she couldn't. All she could do was stare, knowing that far too soon for her liking, she would be sucking down breast milk as well. She didn't miss the smile McKenna gave her before doing over to Bree and stroking her hair as she continued to suck.

"Bree, be a good girl and tell your sister who you were before you before you were my little girl."

Bree stopped sucking and a drop of milk fell from Holly's nipple and landed on Bree's lips. The redhead licked her lips before looking at Kaycee. "Yes, Mommy. I was Bree Johnson, Amazonian Ambassador to New York City. I'm much happier and less stressed as Mommy’s baby," she said before taking Holly's nipple in her mouth again.

"Sill you be joining us for dinner tonight?" Thorsten asked.

"Yes, it's been too long since I've seen my sister."