Peter Tries Handling Four Slaves

Trying to get all four of us to do different things at the same time is mission impossible. There are only so many things our master can think about at once... It becomes painfully apparent when Sam starts burning our dinner for the third time, turning around to give me a hand as Becca, Diana, and I struggle to set the table. Whenever Peter is distracted by his phone, our already poorly choreographed routine falls apart, leaving us suddenly chuckling at a funny video we can't even see, plates and silverware in hand.

I open my mouth to suggest a better course of action, but Diana speaks first: "Sir, I think you need to pick one of us and focus on her, otherwise you're gonna get us all doing the same thing."

"It's a bit of a waste, really..." Becca sighs, making us all frown because of how she just stopped Peter from expressing his frustration himself. "Sorry... I mean... You've got three hot sluts and..."

"A useless piece of shit," Sam adds with a smirk.

"Yes, and a useless piece of shit," Becca goes on, "and you can't even make the most of it because we all act like a bunch of brain-dead robots if you don't focus on us."

Peter nods thoughtfully, a slight frown on his face. I sigh as well, realizing the logistics themselves are going to be a nightmare. "How the hell am I even going to keep you all fed, clean, and healthy?" he whines. The very idea of him having to keep this up for the rest of our lives is making me depressed. "And here I thought having a harem of mindless sluts would be fun," he adds with a sarcastic tone, and we all scoff.

"Well, you could always fuck us for as long as you can keep up and get rid of us when you're done, I guess..." I suggest pondering on the idea. "You could keep one or two of us or start from scratch from time to time, thanks to the diamond."

"What? And let you die?" he asks, not as shocked as I expected him to be. I mean... I'm only saying what he's thinking, so I guess he's already considering it. I'm more worried about how the police might investigate multiple people dying of dehydration and starvation, covered in piss and shit.

"Or just make us someone else's problem?" Becca interjects. Nah, that's stupid, I think to myself.

"And let others figure out about the diamond?" Peter asks. "I'd rather keep that part a secret." So would I...

We remain silent for a while, dinner forgotten. Finally, we all relax a bit. After all, this is a problem for later.

Peter walks toward Sam and puts his hand on his shoulder. He doesn't even have to speak. "Oh, right!" Sam exclaims, looking at Diana. She smirks at him. "I've spent the last year trying to get back with her..."

"There was no way in hell I was ever going to give this asshole a second chance..." Diana scoffs, "But I guess he found a way to get me for a while."

"I get that, pal," Peter sighs, shaking his head. "My ex was a crazy bitch as well." We all nod, even Diana. "I'm seriously considering using the diamond on her too."

"You totally should, man," Sam tells him, and we all nod in agreement. But the logistics... "Maybe once you're rid of us?" he adds.

Peter chuckles, tapping the guy's shoulder. I guess Sam was lucky enough to have his ex back for a few days. Now he's lost her again. Now she's Peter's personal fuckdoll, alongside Becca and me. The thought makes my insides burn with desire.

"You know what?" Peter asks. It's a rhetorical question, obviously. "I think I'm going to fuck your precious ex. See what all the fuss was about, right?"

"Right," Sam replies, his breathing a bit more ragged. He squirms uncomfortably on the spot, the bulge in his pants mirroring Peter's own erection. "And I guess I should watch, huh?"

"You should," Peter confirms, "I know you'll enjoy it just as much as I will. It's a shame. I would have loved to **** you with it, make you hate every second of it, but I guess knowing you're only loving it because I've stolen your will and made you my personal puppet will have to do."

Sam smiles, nodding. "I mean... I won't really enjoy it as myself. I'll just be acting out your desires."

"That's right," Peter laughs. He snaps his fingers at Diana, but the girl is already walking toward the kitchen table, her skirt and panties discarded on the floor. I'm rooting for our master to bend her over the table and just fuck her brains out. I don't recall ever being this horny! Diana must be feeling it, too, if the sight of her pussy juices glistening on her thighs is any indication. She climbs on the table, elbows on it, knees on a chair. She lifts her ass, offering herself to our master.

"It's about time a real man takes me," she says, her voice dripping with lust. "Sam was never any good at it." I can't tell if it's true or not, but it doesn't seem to matter much to me right now. I'm transfixed, forgotten. I'm out of the picture, frozen, only thinking about how hot this all is and how much I want Peter to push himself inside Diana's wet cunt.

"Ouch," Sam mumbles with quite a delay, staring at the girl he used to want for himself. "That hurts, baby."

Our master grins and steps behind Diana. "That's not all that's going to hurt," he promises, pulling his pants down, freeing his hard cock. I can't even breathe as I watch him position himself behind the blonde and slowly thrust himself inside her.

"Oh, yeah..." Diana moans as Peter starts fucking her, his hips slamming against her ass, his cock sliding in and out of her. I feel waves of arousal wash over me, and I instinctively start rubbing my crotch through my shorts. I'm barely aware I'm doing it, my eyes glued on Diana and Peter. "I'm yours! Fuck! Yes!" she groans. "Show that asshole what he's missing!" she adds. "He's so pathetic!"

"Fuck her! Becca blurts out. "Fuck the slut! Fill her up! Show him who owns her!" My roommate is panting, both hands inside her panties. Sam seems about to fish his cock out of his pants as well, but one glance from Peter makes him stop in his tracks. This is about humiliating him, after all.

As our master keeps fucking the girl he's stolen from his new pet, the room fills up with moans and grunts. In a way, we're all fucking Diana. In a way, she's even fucking herself. Peter keeps pounding her, his cock sliding in and out of her warm hole, his balls slapping her ass, her boobs bouncing back and forth under her, slipping out of her shirt. She's such a hot bitch, and we can't even help ourselves. As Peter's grunts become more erratic, his thrusts harder, and we all gasp in unison. I realize he's about to cum inside her. "Do it!" We all scream. "Fuck the whore! Fill her up! Oh, yes! Yes!"

Peter groans, and we all cum at the same time, our orgasms washing over us as our master fills Diana up with his seed. I'm trembling, my panties soaked, the muscles in my legs tense, my mouth open wide in a silent scream. When Peter collapses on the kitchen floor, we all fall with him, our legs giving up from under us. We hit the ground at the same time and lay there for a few minutes, panting and twitching.

After a while, an idea occurs to me. No, not an idea, a twisted desire. We all turn our heads to watch as Sam stands up, wobbly, and walks toward Diana, lying below the table. With nothing but a smirk on his face, he leans down. Diana spreads her legs, and Sam buries his face in her used cunt. He licks her clean, Peter's cum and Diana's juices dripping from his chin as he laps it up.

"Make sure to swallow it all," Peter orders him, his voice still a bit shaky from his orgasm. "I wouldn't want my mindless bitches to get pregnant. It would just complicate everything, wouldn't it?"

Sam looks up, licking his lips, his eyes glazed over. "Don't worry, boss," he says, "I've got it covered," he adds, slipping his fingers inside his ex's wet hole and scooping out some of the cum still inside her before sucking his fingers clean. "You should keep me around," he continues, "I'll make sure to clean your sluts up and eat all your cum for you."

Peter laughs at the offer, and we all chuckle with him. "I'll take it into consideration, buddy," he replies.