Contemplation

It takes a bit of convincing, but we manage to calm down our parents, our friends, and our teachers. Diana and I have been fired from our jobs, apparently, but the girl doesn't seem to mind, neither do I. None of us cares much for our own lives anymore. The diamond made sure of that. Becca's boss seems relieved to hear from her and doesn't hesitate to ask her if she needs more time to recover from her "illness" before coming back. There's no point in dragging this out, so she quits, telling her boss she's decided to take a break and travel to clear her head. Traveling, I guess, is one way of putting it. By noon, we've elaborated on the perfect lie to tell everyone. Diana and Sam are back together, surprisingly, and Becca and I are joining them on a road trip across the country. It could take a while, we tell them, and we won't have much reception where we're going, but we'll try to stay in touch.

I giggle as we drive through the national park, the forest surrounding the winding path. It's a beautiful day, and there's no reason not to enjoy myself until Peter decides to abandon us like used toys. It could be tomorrow or in a few months. Who knows? Maybe he'll give us to someone else, someone who will be less **** to take care of us, maybe?

"I know a guy who'd pay good money to have you three," Peter tells us, confirming my suspicions. "He's got a side business that would benefit from hot sluts who can do exactly what the clients want them to. He's a bit dumb, so I guess I could come up with some bullshit to explain your… situation, without talking about the diamond."

"Oh! That's brilliant," I reply, smiling. Super prostitutes! That sounds like fun. I'd be great at that!

"And as for you..." our master adds, turning to look at Sam, sitting in the backseat with Diana, "I'm not sure yet."

Sam shrugs. "Maybe if you discount me enough, he'll take me as well?" he suggests.

"Yeah, maybe. Or maybe I could sweeten the deal by giving you for free? You could clean the place for him, keep it tidy, if he can keep you line."

"Sounds like a plan," the guy replies, nodding, clearly more than satisfied to be given away as a **** to some pimp.

We park the car in an isolated spot and get out. The place seems familiar, somehow. We'll be safe here, I think to myself. No one is around to interfere with Peter's control. "I used to come here a lot when I was young," Peter says. We follow him through a narrow path that leads to a clearing. "My father, rest his soul, used to take me fishing," he explains, pointing at a pond. It's such a peaceful place. I can almost remember it as if I'd been here before. "In all the years I've been coming here, I've never seen anyone," he adds. "It's like my own personal retreat. The perfect place to enjoy the sun and the company of three hot sluts like you."

"And a loser," Sam adds with a grin, always happy to humiliate himself and remind everyone he's just a worthless piece of shit.

Peter chuckles. "And a loser."

The clearing is littered with rocks of all sizes, covered in moss. The air is filled with the smell of nature and the sound of birds chirping in the trees. With the sun shining above our heads, it almost feels like we're still in the middle of the summer, though the reddening leaves above us tell a different story. I'm wearing shorts and a white tank top that doesn't leave much to the imagination, found in Diana's closet, and I keep blushing whenever Peter glances in my direction. Funnily enough, the same thing happens when he ogles my roommate and Diana. In our state, it doesn't really seem to matter who's who, I guess. "The more I get used to it, the more it feels like it's just me in four bodies at once," our master explains. "I don't even think you can be considered people anymore. It's like, when I look at one of you, I'm looking at myself, in a way." Jesus, that's deep, I think to myself. I'm just a part of him now. A part of his mind, a part of his will...

"Talk about a crazy way to masturbate, huh?" Becca jokes.

"That's right," Peter replies, chuckling. "Though I guess it's a bit more than that, no? I mean, it's definitely hotter to fuck a bunch of hot naked bodies than your hand, isn't it?"

"Totally," Becca agrees, shaking her tits to illustrate his point. They bounce up and down, and we all stare at them, transfixed, even Becca, momentarily fascinated by her own chest. "I mean... Masturbating is great and all, but there's nothing better than a nice pair tits, huh?"

"Or a tight wet pussy," I add, slipping a hand inside my shorts and rubbing myself for my audience.

"Or a nice round ass," Diana follows up, turning around to flash her butt at our master.

"Or a warm mouth," Sam intervenes.

"Shut up, loser!" We all tell him in unison before laughing.

Our master sits on a big flat rock near the water, and we all sit around him. It's a beautiful day, indeed, and the perfect spot to enjoy it. "Let's just enjoy it while we can," Peter tells us, and we all hum in agreement, staring at the clear surface of the water. We all laugh all of a sudden as I realize how, for anyone else, the scene would look quite weird, like a bunch of cult members worshiping their guru.

"You know..." Becca says after a while, a grin on her face. "Maybe we really should travel, at least for a while."

"I'm considering it, girls," Peter replies, smiling. "I've been meaning to travel a bit, you know, see what's up out there. Who knows? But money has always been an issue."

"You could whore us out from time to time," Diana suggests. "You know, to make some money on the side or whatever."

"I could do that," our master agrees, nodding. I open my eyes wide, thinking about something else. Does any of us have any savings? Do I? I focus, trying to conjure up my own memories in the middle of Peter's emotions.

"I... Wait..." Diana mumbles. "Yeah. I've got some savings, actually. A lot. I've been saving for years now. You can have it." She smiles at our master.

"That's generous of you, Diana," Peter replies, smirking. Of course, he can have it! What use could we have for money now that we belong to him?

"I've got some money too," Becca says, "A few grand, I think. Not much, but if you want..."

"I'm broke..." Sam sighs.

"Of course," Peter laughs and turns to me. "And you, Lily? Have you been saving money too?"

I shake my head, already disappointed in myself. "Not much... I'm a student..." I mumble apologetically. "But... I've got this..." I add with a smirk, cupping my boobs.

"I know, sweetheart," he replies. "Don't worry, you're more than enough compensation. I've had more than my share of fun with you."

I bite my lower lip, feeling my self-worth increase at his words. Diana and Becca are looking at me with pride in their eyes. They must feel the same. I'm not just any girl, I'm Peter's first slut. "So... are we traveling, or what?" I ask.

"Sure," our master shrugs. "Why not? We could stay away from the big cities for a while, go south, in the wild."

"And it will make our cover story more believable," Becca adds. "We'll post stories and pictures, keep in touch with our families, and we'll have something to show for it, right?"

Our master nods, smiling at his sluts. "Just what I was thinking."

"Obviously." we all reply in unison before chuckling.

We're all silent for a few minutes, staring at the water, the sun warm on our skin. It feels good being together like that, with nothing but the chirping birds to bother us. It's so quiet. It's almost like being alone with myself, in a way. I frown as I feel a pang of sadness. Peter's here, with three hot girls and a piece of shit, owning us, controlling our every action, and yet he's alone, isn't he? The frustration grows, a feeling of anger slowly mixing with arousal. Yeah, I think to myself, we're nothing but remote-controlled fleshlights, aren't we? A bunch of empty shells, only good at looking hot and spreading our legs.

I find myself wanting to shut up forever, to just be the mindless sex doll I really am. I stare into the void as our master stands up and starts undressing. I'm not even here. I'm just an object. I'm his. I pretend I care about him, but he's just pulling my strings, making me say whatever he wants to hear. Why lie to ourselves? I keep staring at the pond, not even glancing in his direction as he walks around us and moves behind Becca. He hasn't fucked her yet, has he? He pushes her to her knees, and she goes without a word, like a mannequin. He pulls her shirt over her head and grabs her tits, squeezing them, his cock hard, ready to fuck her brains out. My cunt is dripping wet, my panties soaked, but I don't move. No one moves, not even Becca, as he pushes her onto her hands and knees, pulls her shorts and panties to the side, and plunges himself inside her, the birds chirping, the trees rustling, the water shimmering in the sunlight. She's just a hole, after all. A sexy hole who can speak and smile and act, but who's nothing but whatever Peter wants her to be. He's alone. He's alone as he pounds my roommate from behind, her big tits swaying under her in rhythm with his thrusts. I recall her saying that it beats masturbation, that fucking us is better than fucking your own hand. I guess it's true. Being used like that is hot, hotter than just jerking off. But still...

It takes me some focus not to moan as our master grunts and slams himself inside Becca's pussy, but I just want to remain silent. The others follow my example, the silence only broken by our master's groans as he uses the hot redhead to pleasure himself. Finally, after a while, he cums inside her, groaning, his hands on her hips. Becca doesn't make a noise as he fills her up, and neither do we.

Peter pulls out and catches his breath. "Well..." he mumbles. He sits back down on the flat rock, his cock slowly going soft between his legs, my roommate's juices dripping down his length. He looks at us. He looks sad. I'm sad. "It beats jerking off, for sure..." he says, and it's true. It does...

We stay still for almost an hour, my roommate's head low to the ground, her ass up in the air, filled with our master's cum, her clothes pulled to the side. It's both funny and pathetic seeing her like this, looking like a discarded toy. After a while, Peter starts humming a familiar tune. Soon, we're all humming it, and I relax. I guess it's alright, not being real for him. He's been alone for so long, he's used to it. At least he can play pretend. We're much more convincing than any imaginary friend.

As we keep humming, a branch snaps behind us in the forest. The way we all turn our heads at the same time with the same expression on our faces must look pretty creepy, especially for Becca, still on the ground in an unsettling position, her neck twisted as she gazes at the woods. Is someone there? We stare for a while, trying to make out the shape of a person in the bushes. Nothing moves. Nothing makes a noise. Nothing but the breeze in the trees and the birds chirping.

"I swear to God I'm becoming paranoid," Peter whispers, grabbing his underwear and getting dressed again. Can we sense someone? Are we feeling foreign desires? I'm the closest to the forest, so I stand up and move forward slowly, making sure not to stray too far. Maybe we should have figured out the range of our telepathic link, or whatever you call it... It would have been useful now...

"I'm not feeling anything," I announce. "I think we're safe." I turn around. The sun is moving behind the clouds, and it's getting colder. I notice I'm shivering as our master looks at me.

"Let's make a fire, shall we? Just like when my dad and I came here." A warm feeling spreads in my chest, and I smile. He was such a good man, Peter's dad. I mean, I've never met him, but I know what kind of person he was.

Diana, Sam, and I start picking up branches, leaves, rocks, and everything we need to build a campfire. It's easier to manage us when we all have the same task in mind. Becca, still on the ground, doesn't move. I don't want her to move. She's like a piece of modern art or a statue. A beautiful, obscene statue, with Peter's cum drying on her pussy and thighs.

Soon, we have a fire going. The smoke rises in the air, the crackling of the flames soothing to hear. It feels warmer already, the heat radiating from the fire. Becca is finally allowed to join us, stumbling before settling down next to me. It's quite hypnotic, staring at the dancing flames, the orange glow reflecting in our eyes. It's a shame we have no marshmallows. I'm starting to feel sleepy and emotionally drained. "Well, ladies," our master says after a while, "and gentleman," he adds with a chuckle, elbowing Sam. "I think it's time for a nap."