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From the last story



Even in the darkness I could feel Cindy’s smile. She got close to me so that we were face to face. “It was actually pretty thrilling and quite a turn on. It hurt a little to get spanked, but I liked it. That doesn’t mean that I want a painful flogging or anything, but a little spanking now and then might work for me.”



I smiled back. “Be careful what you wish for!”



We went to sleep and I was hoping Thanksgiving was going to be better than ever.



Recurring Cast

Dennis, 41 years old, 5′ 11″, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cindy’s husband.

Cindy, 41 years old, 5′ 4″, 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Dennis’ wife.

Diane, 41 years old, 5′ 7″, 140 lbs, auburn hair, green eyes, recently divorced friend of Cindy’s.

Becky, 38 years old, 5′ 9″, 155 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes, Cindy’s friend, widow.

Jack, 42 years old, 6′, 185 lbs, black hair, brown eyes, Louise’s husband.

Louise, 38 years old, 5′ 4″, 130 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, Jack’s wife.

Jackie, 19 years old, 5’6″, 125 pounds, dark brown hair, blue eyes, neighbor girl.




Thanksgiving – Day Four



The next morning, I made the ladies stay naked while I wore just a robe, but I didn’t play with them too much. I did some stroking and teasing every once in a while, but not too much. Working around the oven, stove, and hot food made that a little dangerous. Finally, about 1pm we sat down and had an absolutely scrumptious meal. Cindy had definitely created another culinary feast and Louise had helped keep things on a strict timeline. We had just finished and were going to take a break and watch some TV before partaking of dessert and ‘other’ games that I had in mind when the doorbell rang. I looked at the ladies and them at me. Who the hell would be ringing the doorbell on Thanksgiving Day?



I told the ladies to stay put, thinking that maybe some nosy neighbors might have seen some nudity and called the police. When I answered the door, there stood the neighbor’s 19-year-old daughter, Jackie. She was holding what looked like a plate of cookies.



“Happy Thanksgiving, Jackie. What do you have there?”



She smiled at me. “Just some homemade cookies that I made yesterday. I was making some with my mother and I told her how nice you guys were when I delivered pizzas yesterday, so I told her I was going to bring some down.”



I was hoping that she meant the big tip, not the nude women’s show. “Well, come in. Cindy and Louise will be thrilled with these.” She stepped into the foyer and handed me the cookies. “Let’s go give these to them.” I led her back to the den where the two ladies were cuddled under blankets to stay warm. I checked her out closely. She was about 5’6″, 125 pounds, in pretty good shape. She was wearing those ridiculously low cut jeans, which showed off skin around the middle since the shirts never seemed to reach the waistband of the jeans, and her ass looked delectable and her tits were bouncy.



When we got go the den, I could see Jackie looking at Cindy closely, probably remembering her naked from her last visit. “Ladies, Jackie was nice enough to make us some cookies. Please come over here and give her a hug and thank her.”



They stood up and I could see Jackie’s eyes go wide for a moment before she got a dirty grin on her face. “I was hoping to come back for this. They both lost a bet to have to do this, right?”



As they approached her I told her a little. “Cindy lost a bet and has to be my slave for the week and Louise is a friend who is also playing along.” I didn’t want to go into Louise’s situation too much. “Why, what do you know about making bets?”



She smiled. “My friends and I do this all the time. Last week, my friend Katy lost and had to run naked from a gas station ladies’ room to the car, in the middle of the day! It was so cool! So is this!”



By now they were in front of her and Louise gave her a quick hug and it was one of those ‘we don’t want to touch bodies’ hugs. She stepped back and Cindy moved forward to hug Jackie. However, when Cindy gave her a hug, Jackie hugged her close. She wrapped her arms around Cindy and squeezed her ass. I was shocked by this woman’s brashness at 19 and evidently so was Cindy. She gave a little ‘oh’ and backed away quickly. I think we were all a little shocked by this 19-year-old’s behavior.



Jackie turned to me. “Your wife has a nice ass.”



I chuckled. “I’ve always thought so.” I turned to her as the ladies sat back down. “What about you? Lost any bets that you care to tell us about?”



She smiled and looked down briefly, but she didn’t hesitate long. “Yeah, I did. When I lost I had to wait until three of my other girlfriends and their boyfriends were in Katy’s house sitting in the den. I had to strip naked in the next room and then stroll slowly thru the middle of the room where they were all facing. I couldn’t even breathe for a while, but after it was over, I was fucking psyched about having done it!”



She was looking me right in the eye and I stared back. “Wanna make a bet with us?”



She grinned. “Oh, yeah! That would be way cool! How do you guys make bets?”



I grinned and turned the question back to her. “What kinds of things do you girls do for betting?”



“Poker, Texas Hold ‘Em!”



I tried not to smile at that. “Are you going to bet with all of us together and play just you against us all, or do you want us to all play individually?”



She grinned. Maybe she had been thinking about this. “All four of us play. The way we do it in my group is that we each get together in groups and decide the punishment for the other person. We write it down and hand it to them. Then, before we start playing, everyone reads their deed out loud so that we all know what they are playing for. Then we play with four chips each. Each time you lose a hand you lose a chip until you are done. Do you want to do that?”



“That sounds good to me. This is pretty involved. How long have you guys been doing this?”



She grinned. “For a couple of years. Ever since we stared senior year we’ve been playing like this, so that’s almost a year and a half. It’s been pretty interesting for some folks.”



I turned to Cindy and Louise. “Okay, my slaves, let’s play poker!”



I went and got the cards, some chips, and some paper and a pen. When I got back, they were all sitting together and giggling. “What?”



Jackie stood and walked over to hand me a folded piece of paper. “We already made up your deed if you lose.”



We then huddled as separate groups and made up the deeds for the other folks. We all sat down at the kitchen table and cut for high card. Jackie won the deal. She then announced that everyone, starting with her as the dealer, had to read their deed out loud.



Jackie picked up and unfolded her paper. She looked at it and actually grinned. I was a little surprised. “You will join the other slaves for one day of your choosing this weekend as Master Dennis’ slave.”



Cindy was to her left and read her paper next. “You will describe how you masturbate and show the CD of you doing it to Jackie and her friends.” Cindy blanched and turned to Jackie, who was smiling evilly. “Are you all over 18?”



“Yes.”



“Are you talking about male and female friends?”



“Of course. We have a standard group who all participate in these little dares and bets.”



“Oh, god. I’d better not lose.”



I was sitting across from Jackie and read mine next. “You will fuck Jackie in any location she desires in front of her girlfriends.” I looked up and she had another evil smile. “With an audience, huh? What makes you think I wouldn’t lose this on purpose? It doesn’t sound that bad to me.”



She kept grinning. “Then go ahead and lose. You will notice that it says wherever I want to have it done. It would be interesting to say the least.”



I stared at her, trying to think what that meant.



We all looked at Louise who was waiting for us to finish discussing mine before she read hers. She picked it up, looked at it and grinned. “You will fuck Jackie in any location she desires in front of her girlfriends. Hmmm; sounds familiar.”



We then got down to playing cards. Since there was no betting, everyone stayed in and you just hoped for the best. Everyone lost one hand in the first four. Then, Jackie lost her second and third back-to-back. The banter was picking up, each of us teasing the other. Cindy lost her second and then Louise her second. Jackie’s competitiveness was coming out. She didn’t want to lose just because she didn’t want to lose at anything. Cindy lost her third and she groaned and looked at Jackie with a nasty look. Jackie smiled and stuck her tongue out at her. Then I lost my second. We were now down to Jackie and Cindy with one and me and Louise with two chips each. The next hand was going to be important and Jackie was dealing. Somebody was going to lose or a third person was going to join the other two with one chip. The hand was a strange one and I had a 9 and Queen of hearts. There was nothing on the board matching up and I didn’t want to get to one chip, even though I wanted to fuck Jackie in the worst way now. I would rather her be a slave to me than me have to fuck her in front of her girlfriends.



We all watched closely as the flop contained a 7 of hearts, a 10 of clubs and an ace of spades. Things were looking poorly for me. I needed to get something going. The turn yielded an 8 of hearts. Now I was one card from nothing, or one card from a straight, needing a 6 or a Jack. We all were staring at each other and Jackie was dragging it out. Finally she flipped a Jack of diamonds and I at least had a straight to the Queen. I was not going to be the loser. Cindy flipped first and had 7 and a 9, giving her straight to the Jack. Jackie and Louise were both staring at their cards and each other. Finally, Louise flipped over and she had a 2 and a 9. Shit! Another straight! We had three straights and it came down to Louise. She was looking around in shock. We had her! She flipped over and she had two 10s. Three 10s and she lost! She looked dejected and tossed her last chip into the pile.



For a second nobody said anything. We were all in shock at the outcome. Finally, I looked up at Jackie and she looked at me. I smiled. I didn’t want to be too hard on the young lady, so I waited for her to say something. Finally she did.



“Damn! I so wanted my girlfriends to see us together.” She gave a grim smile.



“Why did you want that so bad?”



“Because we see you out bike-riding in those spandex bike pants and we wanted to… you know… see you using that ass for fucking. Plus some of us have that ‘older man’ thing. Young guys just don’t know enough about a woman’s body, you know?”



This woman was very, very forthright for 19. No way would I have said something like this to somebody old enough to be my parents when I was that age. But she seemed to think nothing of it except for a little stammering there near the end.



I grinned. “Yes, I know. That can be arranged, you know. Now tell me what day you will be my slave this weekend, my cute little fuck toy.”



I think the realization of what just happened was starting to sink in and she stared at me as I said that.



“Uh… Let me call Katy, my friend. I’ll use her as an excuse. Is Saturday okay?”



“Saturday is fine, but I get you starting at 12:01am Friday night. That’s officially Saturday.” I smiled.



Jackie groaned at that and left the room with her cell phone, but we could hear her a little. Suddenly, we heard her voice go up. “No way! I can’t do it… you can’t ask me to do that… this was my bet and I’ll pay it off, but no way am I going to do that… no, I’m not going to ask him… you’d better not call him… don’t do it, Kate….” The conversation finally lowered enough to be too low for use again. I looked at Cindy and Louise.



“Now what do you suppose that was all about?”



Cindy shrugged. “Not sure, but it sounded like Katy was pushing her about something to do with her and you.”



Just then Jackie came back in. She smiled a little sheepishly and hung her head. “Okay, I’m good for Saturday. What time do I have to be here?”



I smiled. “Like I said, it starts at 12:01 am. I want you for 24 hours.”



She shuffled her feet a little. “Okay, a bet’s a bet.”



“So do you want to tell us what you and Suzy were discussing on the phone?”



She looked up quickly and stared at us. “Uh… no. It was nothing.”



“It didn’t sound like nothing.”



She then seemed to assume that air of indifference that is particular to teenagers. “Oh, she was just going on about having to cover for me and that she was going to make me do her a favor later. Nothing in particular.”



“Okay.” I gave it to her with the attitude of ‘whatever you say, smartass’. “I guess you’d better go before your family wonders if we kept you. We’ll see you on Saturday… all of you.”



She blushed at that, but grinned. “Yeah, I guess you will.” She turned and headed for the front door as I followed.



When we got to the front door, I leaned around and put my hand on the doorknob before she could open it. I was leaning in close to her as she had expected to open it and leave. I took my other hand and pulled her to me, turning her to me and kissing her. She immediately opened her mouth and we battled with our tongues. Just before I was going to back off, I felt her reach into my robe and grab my quickly hardening dick. I groaned and we broke the kiss. She looked down to where my robe was now hanging open and my dick was poking out, almost completely erect in her hand.



“Yum! I think I’m going to like being here on Saturday.”



I smiled and reached up and squeezed a boob. “Me, too. But Saturday, you will be mine!”



She giggled and left. I turned to Cindy and Louise. “What the fuck is the deal with 19 year old women today? Are they forward or what?”



They both laughed. Cindy walked over and hugged me. “Well, Master, I believe that you will have your hands full with that one.”



I smiled at Cindy. “It looked to me like she wanted to get her hands full of your ass!”



Cindy blushed a little. “Yeah, it surprised me when she grabbed my ass.”



I reached over and grabbed her ass. “I wasn’t surprised. I’m only surprised that not everyone wants to grab this gorgeous hunk of flesh, still so tight and firm.”



Cindy smiled and hugged me. “Mmmmm. Thank you. I’m sure there are plenty who do, but just manage to restrain themselves.” She punched me in the arm. “Unlike somebody else I know!”



I turned her so I could see Louise, too. “It’s still early ladies and your next task is going to be interesting. Let’s go back into the den.” We all back into the den and I told them to sit down. They sat and covered up; probably feeling chilled again from being naked. I then went and got the laptop and put it on the coffee table. I opened it, logged in, pointed it towards the ladies, and put the small webcam on the table next to it. I went and got the video camera and set it up also pointing at the couch. I also retrieved my work laptop and set it on the coffee table facing me. I started it up as well. I finally went and got a bag from my closet and brought it back out. I pulled out a couple of masks that would cover all but the mouth of their face and handed them to the ladies, the red mask to Louise and the blue one to Cindy. I think they were starting to get a clue about what was happening, but I explained it to them.



“Okay, here’s the deal. I have opened an account for us on a webcam site and you two are going to put on the masks and do what I say while the webcam broadcasts it to whoever wants to see it. I am also going to film it. Oh, and by the way Louise. Jack knows about this and will be watching on the other end. Any questions?”



They looked at each other and then Cindy turned to me. “What do you want us to do?”



“Don’t worry, my little webcam sluts. I’ll direct your action for the camera. Our time period starts in about 20 minutes so you’d better go to the bathroom now or anything else you want to do before then. Once the show starts, we have one hour and I’m going to keep you busy for that hour.”



They both hurried into the bathroom and then came back and crawled under the covers. I had everything logged in now. My work laptop was logged in to the web site as well. That way I could see and read the viewers comments to them. Finally, I set the video camera to take in the entire couch.



They both looked a little scared when they came back. “How many people will see this?”



“I have no idea. It’s a free webcam broadcast on one of these sites that host lots of them. Most of the women give free shows, but make their money if a viewer or viewers want to go into a private chat where they can direct the woman to do what they want. We are not going to do that. We are going to give a completely free show. It just depends on how many people out there are looking for this on a Thanksgiving evening.”



They looked at each other. “What if we are recognized?”



I had thought about this. “I don’t think there is any way to recognize your bodies on the webcam from something they’ve seen at a pool in a bikini or anything. Neither of you have definitive scars and both of you are tattoo free. I think you are safe. And remember that it would have to be someone close to us or from around here that would know what you look like.”



When the allotted time came, I had Cindy lean over and log into the site. I logged in on my computer and the show started. At first, the number was low. I had them lower the blanket and display their tits. I finally saw Jack log in as ‘MasterJack’, our agreed upon surname for him. I told them that Jack was on and Louise smiled.



I was logged in on my laptop as well and sent an email to Jack to tell him to take control as he typed what he wanted them to do.



“Okay, girls, MasterJack is in charge and will direct the action for a while. I’ll read out his commands.”



MasterJack: Red – Stand up and show us your body, turn around and bend over to show us your ass and pussy.



Louise complied and the number of users kept climbing. We were at 78 already.



MasterJack: Blue – your turn.



Cindy did it. The users were at 120.



MasterJack: Blue – sit, spread legs, show pussy. Red – stand in front, bend over from waist, and show us how you eat pussy while you spread your legs and display yours.



The ladies giggled and Cindy sat back and spread her legs wide. On screen I could see how beautiful and sexy she looked. Louise then stood in front of the laptop, spread her legs in front of the camera, and bent over from the waist to lick Cindy’s pussy. The webcam on the coffee table was low enough that it provided a view of Louise’s ass and pussy in the upper portion of the window and a view of her tongue appearing and licking Cindy’s pussy in the lower. She kept this up for a while and I read the hot comments from some of the other users to them. This spurred them on and Louise reached back and spread her cheeks more to accommodate one user’s request to see her little brown eye. Then she decided to push a finger into her ass and that prompted more comments. We were approaching 10 minutes into the show and the number of users was at 368! Wow!



Cindy was now approaching orgasm, so Louise pulled her finger out of her ass and concentrated on Cindy. She licked and sucked and then shoved two fingers into Cindy’s cunt. The users were ecstatic and said so. I continued to narrate their comments and Cindy came hard, bucking all over Louise’s hand and face. When she calmed down, Louise stood up and moved to the side. Cindy relaxed and then Louise sat next to her, crossing her right leg over Cindy’s left. You could just see her pussy in the frame with Cindy. She leaned over and put her face into the screen and you could see how wet it was. She slowly raised the fingers that had been buried in Cindy’s pussy and made a show of licking them clean. The user number went over 400.

MasterJack: Red – get on all fours showing ass to camera. Blue – fuck her ass with a dildo.



I smiled and read the words to the ladies. While Louise got into position I handed a small white vibrator to Cindy and some lube. She took it and made a show of preparing the vibrator. She first licked it sensually and then slowly put some lube on it and jacked it off. She looked at the screen and winked, although it wasn’t easy to see thru the mask. She turned Louise’s ass a little more toward the screen and ran the vibrator slowly up and around her asshole. The users loved it and the comments were really wild now. Cindy then slowly placed the vibrator at Louise’s hole and started pushing. It entered easily and Cindy picked up a rhythm with it. She was fucking Louise with it and then turned on the vibration. That caused Louise, who was unaware that it also vibrated, to moan and twitch. She started moving her hips in time with the fucking and as she approached orgasm, Cindy teased her. She suddenly yanked it from Louise’s ass and held it there. Louise looked back over her shoulder and made a show of pointing to her ass and wiggling it, asking for the vibrator to be put back into her ass. Cindy turned and smiled for the camera, before finally turning to Louise and running the vibrator over her ass again. She finally reinserted it and then reached up with her other hand and started rubbing Louise’s clit. It only took a minute of this for Louise to reach orgasm. She put her head down and thrust her hips at Cindy’s actions and came hard. Her jerking spasms were impossible to miss and everyone knew she was coming. I looked at the clock – 25 minutes gone and up to 520 users. They were definitely getting an audience.



It was then that Jack provided his planned finale.



MasterJack: Okay, time for some ass-fucking. Blue lay on back on couch, head off the cushions and legs over the back. Red – kneel over her. MasterD – feed your cock to Blue to get it ready and then fuck Red’s ass… hard!



The forum went wild with comments and Cindy lay down, putting her legs over the back of the couch, her head hanging off the front of the cushions. Louise smiled at me, knowing that with what had gone on so far, not much “preparation” was needed for my dick. It was standing at attention, awaiting this final command.



Louise crawled over Cindy and kneeled on the cushions. She bent over and put her head on the top of the couch. The camera now had a view of the two of them and the number of users was holding steady at around 550. I repositioned the video camera and then approached the gorgeous site before me. Cindy was smiling up at me from under her mask as she ran her hands over the very voluptuous thighs and ass of Louise. Louise was looking over her shoulder at me. I swung my right leg over the coffee table, laptop, camera and the ladies and got into position. I lowered my cock to Cindy’s mouth and she sucked on it greedily. I looked over my shoulder at the computer and could see that everything was being captured. I pulled out of Cindy’s mouth and moved up to Louise. I was using her as a support because of my position, so she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. Cindy guided my dick into her already lubricated ass. I knew that she had just recently starting having anal sex, but she was easy to penetrate. As soon as I pushed, my cock slipped in past the head. It popped in and I was able to easily start ass-fucking her. Louise groaned, arched her back, and buried her head against the back of the couch. I could also see that she reached down and put a hand into Cindy’s cunt. Cindy, meanwhile, was feeling my balls and running her hands over me and Louise’s pussy. I was slowly pumping in and out and I could tell whenever Cindy found Louise’s clit because she would moan and jerk slightly at the contact. I looked back over my shoulder again and the view was great on the camera set on the table. It was looking up at the action, just catching some of Cindy’s face and had Louise and I on screen up to my lower back. I put my left foot up on the couch, spreading my legs further apart and allowing more of a view of me fucking her. I smiled down at Cindy and she blew me a kiss. This was wonderful and I was not going to last as long as I thought. I could tell that this was going to be a big orgasm. My body was starting to react by pulling my balls up tight, my breathing increasing, and my sensitivity becoming acute. Cindy kept running her hands over the copulating genitalia over her head and suddenly I felt Louise seize up, cumming strongly, her body jerking while Cindy finished her off by burying two fingers in her cunt and rubbing her clit. She moaned and groaned throughout. I looked down at Cindy and she smiled at me again and pulled her fingers to her mouth that had just been in Louise and licked them. I knew she was prodding me mentally… and then she did it physically. I was getting close and she knew it, so she took one of those fingers and starting running it around my asshole. All my nerve endings were firing and I could feel every movement of her fingertip. She then took that finger and started pushing against my anus as I continued to fuck Louise in the ass. I was starting to shake and the orgasm was coming. I picked up my pace and Louise groaned loudly. Cindy waited and waited until she knew I was going to cum. She pushed on her finger and shoved it in to the first knuckle just as I was getting there and it felt like I came buckets. I grabbed tightly onto Louise to keep from falling over as I thrust and spurted several times in her. I thought I was putting a gallon of cum in her, but with all the fucking I had been doing I’m sure that was just an illusion. Cindy pulled her finger out and I relaxed against Louise’s ass. My dick was shrinking up rapidly and I was in a taxing position with one leg on the floor and another on the couch, so I pulled out and backed away. I looked down at the computer and the comments were confirming that that was an extremely hot scene. I then watched as some of my cum started running out of Louise’s ass. Cindy stared at it and then looked at the camera. She pointed up at it and smiled. She then lifted her head and started licking and slurping on Louise’s ass. Once again Louise groaned and submitted to Cindy’s ministrations.



Finally, all three of us spent, Cindy put her head back down and Louise clambered off and sat down on the couch. Cindy crawled out of her position and sat up straight again. They both waved to the camera and even though there were 5 minutes left, I typed a good-bye message and we closed down our broadcast. As soon as we did, the phone rang.



“Hello?” I thought I might know who it was and I was correct. It was Jack.



“Out-fucking-standing show, Dennis! I can’t believe how fucking hot that was! Put Louise on the phone.”



“Here, Louise, it’s Jack.” I handed her the handset.



“Hello, honey… uh, Master.” Pause. “Yes, I did really enjoy it.” Pause. “Thank you, Master. I am at your command.” Pause. “Yes, sir, I loved being fucked in the ass.” Pause. “Yes, sir, I loved that you commanded me to have Dennis fuck me in the ass. I will always do as you say.” Pause. “I love you, too, Master Jack.” She handed the phone back to me. “He wants to talk to you.”



“Yes, Jack.”



“I want you to make sure to get her some strange dick tomorrow. Make her suck somebody off, take a pic with your phone, and then send it to me.”



“You sure, Jack?”



“Oh, yeah. I’m pushing the limits with Louise and finding that she has none as long as I have commanded it. She is so into being my slave that I am shocked that it took so long to come out.”



“Okay, Jack. We’ll do that.” I looked Louise in the eyes. “I really loved butt-fucking your little whore.”



Jack chuckled. “I loved it, too. Never thought I’d say that, but then, here we are. Listen, I gotta run. I’m meeting some new sales dweebs and offering my guidance on how to be good at it. Talk more later.”



“Okay, Jack. Bye.” I turned to my slaves. “Okay, ladies. We’ll keep it nice on Thanksgiving. We have some work to do tomorrow, so let’s get some rest.”



We all traipsed upstairs, prepared for bed, and were asleep in no time. Large Thanksgiving dinners and unbridled sex are great for inducing sleep.



Black Friday – Day Five



Friday morning I was awakened by the sounds of slurping and sucking. I rolled over and the two ladies were in a 69, making as much noise as possible, purposefully waking me up. I stared at them for a second, Louise was on top. I waited until they knew I was awake before taking action. When Louise raised her face from Cindy’s pussy and smiled at me, I let them have it.



“Stop!” The both looked up at me. “You slaves are not allowed to play without my permission. Now stop immediately and both of you lay face down on the bed.” I crawled out and let them do so. I had the beginnings of an erection, but tried to ignore it. They both lay down and stared at each other. I had the feeling the way they looked at each other that this was what they wanted and expected. It was a little strange to me, but Cindy had voiced her desire for more spankings and I knew Louise liked them, too, so I decided to give them what they wanted. Of course, I didn’t mind one little bit, either! I had never had a chance to explore this side of myself and I was beginning to enjoy it!



I walked over to my closet and pulled out a belt. I knew that this would get their attention. I waved it around and felt its flexibility – all a show for them, of course. It worked, too. They stared at it, looking unsure now that they saw what implement I was going to use on them.



I smiled. “Not what you had in mind, eh, my little sluts?” They just stared at me. “I think five swats each should do it for this minor transgression.” They continued to stare and when I got into position to spank them with it I could feel the tension in the air. “Now listen up, you horny cunts. I am going to take turns swatting each of you and when you are hit, you will respond with the count of your swat and thank me for disciplining you, understand?”



“Yes, Master.” They both murmured it very tentatively.



Smack! I hit Louise first with a decent swat, but not real hard. It was still enough to leave a nice red mark and the surprise was probably as shocking as the hit.



“One, Master, thank you!”



Smack! Cindy’s ass was next.



“One, Master, thank you!” Cindy’s voice wavered a little.



I gave the second and third strokes to each and they were holding up well. When I gave the fourth, I used a little more force and their reaction to it was noticeable. They both jerked and moaned and then thanked me for it. I could see the red marks from each smack on their asses. It was glorious and I found that I liked it more than I expected. I was now sporting an extremely hard dick and I knew that this was not the last time I was going to want to do this. I looked closely at them and they both had tears forming in their eyes, but they held on. I gave them each their final blow and they thanked me. They both seemed to visibly relax after the last one and they both released a smothered sob. I looked at the beautiful red-striped asses in front of me and wanted to fuck them both. Instead, I went into the bathroom and retrieved some hand lotion and sat next to them. They looked up when they felt the bed depress and I showed them the lotion.



“Just lay still and let Master take care of those red asses.” They both put their heads back down. I squirted some on Louise’s ass and she jerked at the coolness of the lotion on the sore welts, but as I rubbed it around she almost purred. I ran my hand down onto her pussy to find that she was soaked. I guess she liked it.



I then did the same to Cindy and her ass felt wonderful. I love the tight athletic ass of my wife, it was beautiful with the red stripes on it, and I loved rubbing the lotion in. I then ran my fingers down onto her pussy and she was soaked, too.



“I think that spanking turned on my little sluts.” There was recognition in their eyes, but they didn’t respond. “Since you were bad little girls, I want the two of you to go stand in the far corners of the room, facing the walls, and think about what you did.”



They stood up and went to the two corners. They both faced the walls and I stared at the nice bodies with the reddened asses. I ran downstairs and retrieved the camera. I came back up and they had not moved. I took some pictures of them, making sure to get full bodied shots and some close-ups of their asses. I ran downstairs and fired up my computer. I pulled the SD card out, copied the pictures over and sent a couple of the good ones to Jack. I told him that they required disciplining and I had seen to it. I couldn’t wait to see what he had to say about it.



I went back upstairs and they were still there. I told them to stay put and took a shower. When I came out, they were still standing there, but I could see that they were getting tired of the standing and were shifting from foot to foot to try to relax. I left them there a little longer and then told them to sit side by side on the bed.



I stood in front of them, my dick not quite hard. “Did you ladies learn your lesson?” They both just nodded and looked at the floor. “You are not allowed to play with my pussies unless I tell you to, got it?” I got murmured responses indicating that they did. “Today, we are going to have nothing to do with sex until much later. You slaves cannot touch yourselves or me until I say so, except to take a shower and get dressed. I want you two to dress like ladies, nothing slutty, but it should show off your best assets. Cindy, for you that’s your ass, and for Louise, that’s your tits.” I stepped over and ran my hands over Louise’s big tits, pinching the nipples and watching them stand up. “Yes, they are definitely a great asset.” I looked over at the clock. It was approaching 10am. “Now you two get dressed and then we’ll have some brunch.”



When they came down dressed, I took them to the nearby mall and we went to a small café. Cindy was wearing a very tight pair of low cut jeans, lower than I even knew she had, and a loose blouse that only came to her waist. This left a couple of inches of skin showing and let her strut along, wiggling that hot fucking ass. Louise was wearing a knee length dress that was low cut in front. It showed just enough cleavage to be acceptable for a lady, but let everyone know that she had some nice tits.



We ate and enjoyed the meal and nothing was said of the week so far or the activities during that time. When we left we went home and I told them to relax for a while. They watched TV while I called an acquaintance, Roger, that I knew had been to a couple of the local adult bookstores and shops. I found out what I wanted to know and looked up the location. I then checked my email and Jack was ecstatic about the shots of the two red-striped asses that I had sent. Finally, I returned to the den and found that they were watching an old movie. It was approaching 2pm, so I told them we were leaving and to stay in their current dress.



It was about 30 miles to the adult store that I wanted to go to and it took a while to get there. The Black Friday traffic was definitely in full swing at this point. The really, really early risers who went to the stores that were selling items in the latest craze were probably just going home and the other shoppers just starting. In any case, it took us almost an hour to get there. When I pulled up in front, they both looked at me and tried not to smile. I could tell that all the activity of the last few weeks was turning all three of us into perpetually horny and very open individuals.



We entered the store and there were very few people in there. There was one couple browsing the adult films and a guy in one corner looking at something I couldn’t see. The person behind the desk was a younger woman, probably in her early twenties, who had more than enough tattoos and piercings for any other three people. I started toward the back right where my buddy Roger had told me the viewing booths were. He had told me that there was a glory hole back there, but that it was well covered. It was not used much, but could sometimes be found to be open. I didn’t wonder how he found out. He was single, 35, and completely immersed in porn.



There were four booths back there and I told the ladies to wait. I went up to the front desk and looked again at the cashier. She was kind of hot, but all those piercings were not really my style. In any case, I asked her if the booths were in operation and she said they were. I looked around and leaned a little closer. “Is there a glory hole in there?”



She looked at me for a second and then over at Cindy and Louise. She smiled. “Of course. It’s in the last booth on the right and the hole is under a poster on the left hand side. Just lift it off its hanger and the hole will be there. Are you going to put one of your sluts in there?” She said it like she was talking about the latest entertainment news.



“Both.”



She smiled. “Do you want me to make it known to the customers?”



I looked around. “How many are there?



“There’s the couple over in the movie section, that one gentleman over by the bondage toys and there’s a guy in the first booth. That enough?”



I smiled at her. “Yes, it’s our first time.”



She smiled again. “Okay. Good luck. I’ll pass the word.” She stood up as she finished that and I returned to Cindy and Louise. I led them into the last booth and we removed the poster. They immediately knew that it was a glory hole. I’m not sure how Cindy knew since we had never discussed this between us, but she knew. We waited for a couple of minutes. I told them the rules.



“Okay, there is one glory hole. Louise, you will be first. I want you to suck the first dick that comes thru that hole. No cum swallowing. When they get ready to shoot, back off and let them cum all over your tits. Make sure you pull your top down before you start.”



I stuck my head out of the booth and saw the cashier telling the guy who had been in the first booth about the glory hole. He looked down at me and I gave him the thumbs up. He immediately came to the booth next to ours and entered. He already had a hard on and was probably jacking off to a movie. Icky, but we couldn’t be choosy.



I pulled back into the booth in time to see a hard dick come thru the hole. Louise and Cindy both looked at it and smiled. They were both topless already, Cindy having removed her blouse and bra and Louise having dropped the straps on her dress where she had been braless. Louise reached up and jacked it a few times and then leaned forward. As soon as her tongue met the crown the guy groaned and I snapped a pic with my phone. She put her mouth over it and started sucking. I could see her tongue working it over and the guy started thrusting. I took another pic. I could tell that he had worked himself up so much that Louise’s cock-sucking ability was going to make him finish quickly. It was only about two minutes into sucking that we could hear him say that he was going to cum. Louise quickly pulled it out of her mouth and jacked it up against her tits. He came in about three good spurts, but there was not much distance on them and it just dribbled down Louise’s tits. I took one last pic of her covered with his cum.



Louise looked up at me as he pulled his dick back and murmured a thank-you. “That was pretty fast!”



I nodded and opened the door to see what was going on. That guy was just leaving and the next single guy, the one who had been reviewing the movies, was entering. The couple was standing behind him waiting and the woman looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and she walked over to me confidently.



“You have two women in there ready to suck cock?”



“Yep.”


After the party which his mother attended, and in which he was tricked into a bizarre initiation of her, leaving her face and hair covered with his cum, Ben had taken Jean, his mother, home, and they had ended up in bed, Jean desperate after being on her own so long. They had also taken the opportunity for Ben to have sex with Barbara, who had introduced Jean to the ladies group.



The truth was, however, that after that weekend, for the next few weeks, Ben had felt rather shut out from both of them as he returned to live at his flat. He knew that Barbara and his mother had bonded in a special way through him, and they were discovering the joy of lesbian sex, a newly discovered joy, with Jean still having a corner of her mind which said that sex with her son wasn’t really right. Ben was happy for his mother – for the first time in years she did seem full of joy. He hadn’t seen it since well before his parents’ relationship had broken up. He knew that weekend had broken a dam for his mother, and for Barbara. It had broken a taboo for them, and to Ben they always seemed to be in bed together.



For Ben, it was back to the routine of work and friends – he would be described as “between girlfriends.”



As the next party approached both Ben and Jean became more nervous, wondering how they would handle it. The truth was, it wasn’t a real problem. There was no doubt for Ben that it was more embarrassing to be naked in front of his mother, but it was already pretty embarrassing, what he did at the parties. It was even more embarrassing when Ben and Tony were made to rub their cocks against each other until they both came, but Ben found with his mother there he was as aroused as he had ever been. For Jean, there was an embarrassment, but she actually felt some pride. Her son, there, doing what he did. Proud that he was such a good looking lad, proud that he was as “virile” as he was. Jean also noticed the glint in the eyes of many of the women there as they watched him – all these women hot for her son.



Little changed for the next party. For Ben, his mother was just becoming one of the women he was serving. Even when he had to suck Tony off and swallow, he didn’t feel particularly embarrassed by her presence – he was already pretty embarrassed by the presence of all the others! For Jean, there was a sort of suspended moment as she watch this lad who could have been any lad performing for these women.



The remarkable thing was that no-one at work had any inkling of what was happening, that Ben was part of the parties, or really had any idea that the parties even existed. It was a real surprise for Ben when his boss Margaret Bryant who was host and organiser of the parties called him into her office, the Monday after the party. At work she was in charge, Ben got on with his work, and rarely did he need to relate to Mrs Bryant – as everyone called her – no-one dared use her first name. This was different.



Margaret Bryant invited Ben to take a seat by her desk. She sat the other side, as handsome and aloof as she ever looked. Even as she sat there Ben felt the “power” she exuded. He was surprised at her hesitancy – she was never hesitant………………



“Ben, you are fantastic at our parties. Hope you enjoy them as well.” Ben knew it wasn’t a question he should answer. Margaret Bryant continued. “Ben, I love what we do at those parties, but I can’t help it – there is part of me psychologically that wants something darker. Wants to behave much worse.”



Ben was quiet – he didn’t know what to say. Margaret Bryant continued. “And I love Tony so much, and he is so gentle that I couldn’t be horrible to him. And believe it or not, even Tony has a dark corner in his heart as well.” Still Ben had nothing to say – the truth was he was stunned by what he was hearing, and had no idea where it was going. “Ben I want to ask you a favour. Feel free to say no…………”



Ben was even more confused. No-one said no to Margaret Bryant. She told you what to do, she didn’t ask for favours. “Ben, myself and Tony and some special friends – none that you know, although some come to the parties – have talked about this and booked a, um, special chalet in the country this weekend. For what we call a ‘dark’ weekend. Going Friday, coming back Sunday. We need a victim. We want you to come and be our victim.”



Ben stuttered. “Victim?”



Somehow there was a feeling Margaret Bryant was back in charge. “For a dark weekend we need someone we can do, um, dark things to. We want you to come and be the victim.”



There was a pause. Ben wondered if he should speak, but Margaret filled the silence. “I’m not prepared to give you any reward for coming with us. If you come, we will take that as a sign you want to be with us, and agree with whatever we want to do. There will be no safe words. No way out for you. A weekend when you are simply the victim of whatever our dark minds can conjure up. And even worse – Tony will be on our side, and not yours, this weekend – I said he has a dark corner in his mind!”



Ben was amazed that he agreed. He had realised it could be painful, humiliating. Truth be told he didn’t know what would happen, but felt the real menace in what was talked about. But he said yes. Why had he said yes? Ben didn’t know, but he said yes. They would pick him up on Friday at 5.00pm, to be at the “special” lodge for 6.00pm. He was going! Part of his mind said he was going because he had a free weekend. Part of his mind said he was going because it could be a bit of a laugh. Deep down, Ben knew the weekend could be…………………………



It was in the car that the reality of what he might be going to struck Ben. Margaret and Tony were in the front, he was in the back. His mind was racing – he didn’t know who else would be there. How many. What the place was like. What he would do. Where he would sleep. Margaret had given a few hints – the lodge was luxurious, and fitted out for this type of event. There would be a couple of people employed to act as cooks and general helpers. Still Ben had no picture of what was going to happen, and when they insisted, as they approached the lodge, that he be blindfold so he couldn’t find it again, his level of anxiety rose even higher, allayed only slightly when Margaret had told him – it would be a tough weekend, but he would return changed. His anxiety returned when she told him not to forget it was going to be a “dark” weekend, when they and their friends were going use the weekend to “express” the darkest parts of the minds. Put aside the decent parts of their minds.



At last the car turned into a gate, and drove along a gravel drive, so Ben guessed, before pulling up, the engine turned off, Ben helped out of the car by Tony. His eyes took a few moments to adjust when they removed the blindfold, but it gave Ben a chance to look around. He could see the lodge was well hidden from the world outside in the trees, the lodge itself surrounded by lawns. He also took in that it really was a lodge, built of pine. It was a lodge, but much bigger and more luxurious than the average log cabin. He saw the two women in white dresses, looking very much like some sort of healthcare workers, waiting to greet them. Both were in their forties, short hair, could even be two sisters. They were introduced to Ben as Maria and Martha. Ben also noticed another three cars already in front of the Lodge, and heard Margaret say that everyone else seemed to have arrived – he guessed perhaps another three couples were there as well as the Bryants.



After they had entered the Lodge, one of the women – Martha – who worked there pointed at Ben and asked: “I assume this is the young man you have chosen for the weekend?”



When Margaret nodded Martha asked Ben, in a friendly voice, to follow her, and led him through a door, then down a corridor, then into a small room with a bed, with shower room and toilet off. It was at that moment Ben realised that although he had a weekend bag, it was still in the car. When he said he should fetch it he was told firmly he would not need it.



The next hour at the Lodge seemed perfectly normal. He was led to the sitting room, met the other three couples – the women he recognised from the parties, but the men – their husbands – were strangers to him, but friendly to him. The food was out-standing as they ate and chatted together. Ben, being the youngest by quite a way, felt a bit on the outside, but the others made a good effort to include him



At last the meal was over – Martha cleared the dishes, while the other helper – Maria – said she would prepare things for the evening’s entertainment, leading Ben back to his room. Ben was aware that he would be the entertainment. He knew it was going to be difficult………….



Again he found Maria friendly, but when she ordered him to strip Ben was suddenly embarrassed and wary. He slowly removed his clothes – it wasn’t as if he hadn’t done things in front of an audience before……..



Maria made him stand still, and put a leather belt around his waist – it was lined with felt to be comfortable, but he wondered why there were three or four metal rings attached to it. He was about to ask but she ordered him out of the door, along the corridor, across the lobby to a room he hadn’t been in before.



Maria stopped at the door. She turned to Ben: “This is where it begins. This is going to be the worst weekend you’ve ever had. You are here to be humiliated, tortured and punished for their enjoyment. You will suffer more than you have ever experienced. You are nothing until Sunday. This evening is only just the starter……….” Maria reached up, put a leather collar around Ben’s neck which she padlocked. “……………….and there will be no escape.”



The lady opened the door, and led Ben into the room. Ben had time to look around – It wasn’t a large room. Around the edge there were comfortable settees and armchairs, which the others were already occupying, chattering to each other, drinking coffee. The room was tastefully decorated in burgundy, but well lit. In the middle of the room the floor was covered by wooden flooring rather than carpets. Fixed to the wooden floor were some hoops. Ben didn’t have the chance to take in the rest of the room…….



Margaret Bryant – clearly in charge – stood to her feet. She walked over to Ben, pulled his dressing gown off and ordered him to hands and knees. It was a different side Ben hadn’t seen before – she had always been strong, but now she was harsh, demanding. Ben dropped to his hands and knees, and Margaret moved him around prodding him with her foot. At least he seemed to be in position, and he felt her put the hoops over his forearms and ankles.



Ben felt very exposed – naked – except for the leather belt, on hands and knees in front of all these people, his legs slightly spread. There was nothing he was hiding, as they made snide comments about him. They left him there for three or four minutes before he heard a sound – something being wheeled across the floor.



Ben jumped as he felt something pushed to his asshole. He tried to look around, but could only see a metal post on castors. He felt something pushed into his asshole, getting wider as it was pushed, until somehow it was inside him, and held by a narrower neck. Ben was tense – he couldn’t imagine what would happen next……..



It was a nozzle – cold water was entering him through the nozzle. He cried out in shock, but his cry only made the people in the room laugh. More and more water was entering him, filling him. His intestines seemed to be stretching more and more. It felt increasingly uncomfortable, and somehow seemed to be chilling him from inside. He couldn’t guess how much was in him – he couldn’t guess why his cock had gone hard…………..



At last the inflow stopped for a moment, but then Ben realised – they were just re-filling the bag, and more was entering him. Margaret Bryant had decided a litre and a half would be enough, and stopped the water when she felt he was full, and removed the nozzle.



Again Ben wasn’t aware of what was happening, but something was being attached to his belt. Suddenly he had worked it out – he felt the bung inserted into his asshole, and realised it was fixed to the belt so it wouldn’t escape. He felt Margaret Bryant massage his stomach, making the water swirl inside him. But quickly the loops over his wrists and ankles were untied.



Ben fell over on his side. He felt bloated, cold inside, he muscles were trying to expel the water, but the bung wouldn’t allow it to leave him. He squirmed on the floor as the enema worked in him, but couldn’t leave him. He heard the others in the room laughing and joking at his struggling, as he squirmed on the floor.



Suddenly – Ben felt the pain through his lower stomach. Like stitch, but a lot worse. The pain was excruciating, as his muscles cramped. He squirmed, stretched, tried to expel the enema, but none of them seemed to make a difference. He squirmed on the floor, crying out to be helped, moaning in pain, but no help came. He heard voices around him, but no-one moved.



Ben was left to squirm on the floor – he cried and moaned in pain, but it was the dark time for the others. They found it funny, to watch him squirming, they found it a turn on to hear him moaning and crying in pain. Ben was lost in the pain of the cramping, oblivious to the couples in the room begin to enjoy each other, in their dark way finding his suffering a turn-on, enhancing their love making.



For two hours Ben struggled with the pain, oblivious to anything else. He wasn’t even aware of when the others had left the room. He felt himself being lifted, by Maria and Martha, and half helped, half dragged to his room. They took him to the toilet, quickly removed the bung, let him sit and instantly expel all the water inside him. They wiped him clean, then rubbed him gently as the cramping began to disappear. They helped him shower then put him in bed. Even the two women were sorry for this young lad who had been through that, and it was only the beginning. They had seen some harsh things in their time at the lodge, but somehow this lad was going to be tortured worse – normally no-one was given the enema treatment for more than an hour. They knew: the rest of the weekend would be worse…………. When the pain had worn off it took Ben little time to descend to sleep.



When Ben woke the next morning, the sun was already streaming in through the window of his bedroom. He was also aware quite quickly that he had the hardest erection he could remember. He also heard Maria and Martha giggling.



The two assistants were in his room, and he was naked, and the bed clothes had fallen off the bed – it was clear what they were looking at…………….. Ben quickly sat up and tried to hide his modesty. The two ladies gave him shorts and a t-shirt to wear. He was allowed to shower, use the toilet, clean his teeth, then was led to breakfast. On his way he saw one or two of the others, who nodded to him, but they had all had their breakfasts – Ben ate alone. It took him a while to shake off the tiredness, although the previous evening felt a distant memory. The bizarre thing for Ben, when he reflected later, was that he never ever once thought of running away. He was pretty sure he would have not managed it, or would be caught if he tried.



Ben ate his breakfast slowly and by the end felt revived. As he finished Margaret Bryant appeared, and sat on a chair opposite him. She looked at him, spoke. “Ben, we enjoyed yesterday evening. But today it will be worse. But don’t worry because we will enjoy it more.” Ben knew it was still the cold harsh Margaret Bryant – somewhere in her psyche the switch had still been turned. “Come with me. This morning is simply humiliation.”



Margaret led Ben to a set of stairs which seemed to descend to a cellar, down the stairs, into a room lit with spot lights. The room was covered with white ceramic tiles, both floor and walls, and again there were hoops in the floor. Ben thought it looked a bit like a “wet room” sloping to the centre with a small drain at the lowest point. Ben now knew why there were hoops. “Remove your shirt and shorts” she ordered him. Ben did as he was told. “Lie down, on your back.” Ben did. Margaret spoke to him again: “this morning is going to be about total humiliation. Yours. No pain – that’s later – just humiliation.”



Margaret stretched his hands above his head, his feet to the sides, and tied him with the metal hoops to the floor by his ankles and wrists. “This is what this morning is about,” she whispered to him.



Ben watched amazed, as Margaret pulled her skirt to her waist, took off her panties and stood astride his face. For a moment Ben was rock hard as he saw her pussy above him. Then the warm gush of urine poured straight onto his face, splashing, running off through his hair. The smell of urine filled his nose, the warmth of the urine felt okay. In seconds Margaret was gone, Ben left lying on the floor, feeling utterly humiliated.



A few minutes later one of the men came to the cellar. Ben watched as he walked over to Ben, undid his flies, pointed his penis, the liquid pouring onto Ben’s face, smelling more pungeant. He was gone….. Ben knew that it was pouring off his head, through his hair into the drain.



Through the morning it was repeated several times. Both the men and the women coming into the room, emptying their bladders over him, the urine getting in his nose, having to taste it when he opened his mouth. When it was the women he sometimes caught sight of their pussies, but he quickly closed his eyes. Was this treatment even worse than the enema……?



“Hi Ben”. It was Tony’s voice, Margaret’s husband. Tony was crouching beside him, speaking. “Normally it’s me and you, but now it is me, in charge of you. You know, I’m nice, and I like you, and enjoy being with you, but just occasionally I’m as bad as my wife.” Ben felt there was a menace in his Tony’s voice he had never heard before. “I’m the last one – we’re going to have lunch in a minute. I’m going to have my fun.”



There was a pause. “Okay Ben,” Tony said softly. “Open your mouth.” Ben paused, not sure he had heard right. Suddenly he cried out as a hand had grabbed his balls and squeezed. As he cried out he felt something metallic put in his mouth: he realised he couldn’t close his mouth – some sort of device was holding it open.



Tony stood above Ben, took out his penis and pointed it straight at Ben’s mouth. Bent felt the urine pouring into his mouth. Ben managed to close his throat initially, but couldn’t hold out. He had to swallow. Swallow hard. Ben found himself having to drink down Tony’s pee. The taste was bitter, unpleasant but there was no escape, and there seemed like gallons. At last Tony’s stream eased, then stopped. Tony was gone.



Ben felt terrible, and felt sick, but within seconds Maria and Martha were there. They undid his loops, gave him some lemon juice to take away the taste, then helped Ben to his feet. One of the women spoke. “This is wrong. They shouldn’t be doing this to a good lad like this.”



Ben struggled, feeling full, and gasping at the lemon. But he managed to speak. “I agreed to this. Don’t worry, I’ll take anything they can do.”



The two women helped Ben into a shower, and let him bathe in the warm water for several minutes, allowing him to rid himself of the pee. They wiped him, then gave him the t-shirt and shorts, then led him back to his bedroom. In his bedroom there was a spread of fruit, meat and pastries, and a cup with tablets in. Beside the cup there was a notice which said “These tablets must be taken at 1.30pm.” Ben picked at the food, enjoyed some of the fruit, refusing everything else – he felt bloated from before, and relaxed – his clock said 12.30pm. He dozed for the next hour then did as ordered – he took the tablets. He had no idea what the tablets were, but he wasn’t frightened to take them.

The Ranchero was a bull-riding bar, complete with sawdust and peanut shells on the floor and a twangy country and western voice singing a “girl done gone up and left me” song assaulted a raucous crowd of men from the rafters. The basement club was set smack dab in the middle of Manhattan, but you’d never know it was there—unless you were a gay male, cruised, and liked both riding and talking the bull.



It was a place where guys could project themselves out of the canyons of skyscrapers by putting on their jeans and checked shirts, red bandanas, cowboy boots, and ten gallon hats and exchanging their workday martinis for mugs of Coors beer and a slug of chawin’ tabbaca. And it was a place where cowpokes could mill around and tease each other about riding, and horse hung, and free ranging and might even wind up hooked up for a personal little rodeo.



Those gathered around the bar and sitting in the straight-backed wooden chairs around the oak barrel-based tables wedged up to the edge of the show platform put up a cheer as a voice announced over the loudspeaker. “Time for the bull.” There were cat calls and yodels as the voice continued. “First up is our own Jake—just to show those of you just in off the range for the first time how it’s done. Then you can try your own hand at it if you want. $30 a ride, unless you do it with just chaps and a jock, in which case it’s $10 and any tips you get.” An even louder roar met this announcement. “And, oh by the way, if it’s Jake you want to ride rather than the bull, that will be $100.” The place went wild.



The house went dim and spots came up on the center platform, on which stood—dominating the entire club room—a mechanical bull.



Cheers were renewed as Jake came out from in back of the club and sauntered toward the mechanical bull. He was wearing just a red thong and reddish-brown chaps, a red bandana, a ten-gallon hat, and spurred boots.



The bull began to rock gently as Jake approached it, and he swung up easily into the saddle. Jake was a sandy-haired lad of no more than eighteen or nineteen. Lithe but hard muscled and smooth skinned. Not an ounce of baby fat and a sheepish “oh gosh” grin that made him look inviting and vulnerable all at the same time.



And could he ride a bull. It wasn’t long before the bull was tossing this way and that way, but Jake held the saddle and swung his ten-gallon hat above his head. He put on an awesome show, mesmerizing the guys gathered around him, jaws dropped to chests, as they followed the undulating of Jake’s bull-worked muscles and dreamed their little dreams.



Jake looked out over the crowd. Times like this he liked picking out the faces, liked looking for the best-looking guy in the crowd and of what he was thinking as he watched Jake ride the bull. Was Jake turning him on, making him think of how much he wanted to ride Jake? This is what Jake did this for—not for the money—but for the thoughts of turning these guys on, of having a room full of horny, good-looking guys, all wanting to fuck him.



One face out there arrested his attention. Not the youngest or best looking of the faces Jake had focused on during the ride. And not adoring and drooling. More intense, more possessive, harder. Jake shivered and pulled his gaze away from that face, looking for what he really liked. But he found he kept returning to that face, which remained immobile, staring him down, pulling him in from across the crowd.



Jake was done, once more taming the bull, and while the voice over the loudspeaker cajoled someone from the crowd to try riding the mechanical device, Jake moved toward the back of the club through an avenue of fans, which parted for his progress as he walked like he was a victorious fighter returning to the dressing room after a knockout. As Jake walked, men were touching him, and talking to him—some dirty, some with admiration, some calling out phone numbers and related propositions—and several were slipping ones and fives in the waistband of his thong. All Jake could see, though, was that one face in the crowd.



If there was more action for him after a bull ride, Ted would be waiting at the back area door with the john and the c-spot in his hand. Nothing like that tonight, though, so Jake pushed on through the beaded curtain separating the club room from the back area warren of corridors and rooms, some of the rooms outfitted with beds in a bunk room motif.



Jake took in a ragged breath as he was walking past the fuck rooms toward his own dressing room when he saw a figure emerge from the shadows. The face from the crowd. Three fifties in his hand.



There was no need to ask what the man wanted, and no reason to haggle. The three fifties said it all. Jake gave the man a look and a nod and the man fell in behind him as Jake continued walking, not to his dressing room now, but to one of the other rooms.



Jake was down on his knees in front of the guy in one of the bunk rooms, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling out his cock and giving him head, as the guy flicked Jake’s shoulders and back with a short riding whip, between bouts of taking Jake’s neck in his gloved hands and squeezing his thumbs up into the flesh under Jake’s jawbone until he felt dizzy. It was just a flick with just a hint of sting, but Jake knew it would get more involved than this. The look in the face had told him this. The three fifties told him this. But this was the way it was occasionally.



There were plenty of lengths of rope around, carrying out the motif of the cowboy bar, and after the guy with the face produced another fifty, Jake had nothing to say about having his wrists bound together in front of him through the wooden slats at the foot of the bed, and the guy, breathing heavily now, standing behind him and whipping the riding whip around his body—on his chest, across his back and buttocks and the backs of his thighs, while fingering his hole greedily with searching, stretching gloved fingers.



Jake’s eyes did go wide, though, when his bandana was stripped off him and roughly forced between his teeth so that the only sounds he could make were muffled grunts and groans as the lash increasingly bit into his tender skin.



He went up on his toes and widened his stance with an internal scream when the guy’s dick thrust up inside him, and he writhed about under the combined fury of the whip and the fucking, bucking like the bull he had just ridden, but with as little effect on the strength of the cocking by his rider as he had had with the mechanical bull. A length of rope was whipped around his neck, and he arched his back toward the source of the heavy breathing—not voluntarily or even by instinct, but because the rope was cutting into his flesh, forcing his neck back, wishboning his body. Another length of the rope was whipped over his head and around his neck the rope was being knotted . . . and pulled tight.



The dick inside him was thrusting in deep jabs . . . up into the center of him. Jake was gagging and coming, his eyes were bulging, he couldn’t breathe. Jake’s legs had gone to rubber; he couldn’t support himself. He was held up by the power of the other guy’s thighs under his. The guy with the face was panting hard and making guttural noises, and above all else—the pain, the tight straining back of his torso, gagging and lack of breath—Jake felt the guy with the face coming as well—in short, powerful condom-sheathed bursts and jerks deep inside him.



But neither the bucking or the tightening of the rope lessened. Jake couldn’t breathe. He just couldn’t . . .

As Danielle slept that night she had ravenous dreams. She envisioned a train of the frat boys ploughing away at her pussy, one at a time, in missionary position. Guy after guy, unrecognizable faces, mounted her and entered her, thrusting away, pawing at her breasts, until they unloaded on her face. She took it like a slut, reveling in the attention. When she found Russell, she had been looking for a real man, and if there is one thing she could say for this group of frat guys, they all knew how to fuck. At least she dreamed they could.



When the sunlight flooded into her room at 7:30am, her eyelids flickered she quickly found herself back in the real world. She tried to move her hand to the sheet to shield her eyes from the invasive luminescence, but they were stuck. She peered up the corners of the headboard, where she saw her wrist cuffs secured in place. In a panic, she began squirming, and soon realized that her ankles were cuffed to the corners of the bed frame, leaving her spread eagle, lewdly displayed for anyone who walked through the door.



What else she realized, and she was surprised that she did recognize it sooner, was a sticky substance laced all over her breasts. She immediately identified it as cum. When she gasped, she realized that there was some caked on the corners of her mouth as well. The more she observed, the more she found: her cheeks, her neck, her stomach…she must have been the victim of a mid-night bukake, she thought.



As she resigned herself to her situation, she looked around the room, taking inventory of her environment. For the most part, the room was pretty plain: white walls and drapes, very little furniture, a recliner in the corner. The wall opposite the window, though, caught her eye. She saw five pictures on the wall, and recognized one: it was the picture of her in profile with her mouth wrapped around Russell’s cock, the one that had been sent to her as part of the blackmail package. Beneath it was her name, Danielle, with a single gold star beneath that.



As her eyes focussed on the other pictures and names, she realized that they were the four girls that had helped initiate her last night: Jenna, Sarah, Michelle and Andrea each with 10 gold stars beneath them. Danielle assumed that each of them had been subject to the same treatment that she would receive this week, and, after each new deviant act, they received a star. Danielle looked at the row with her gold star and followed it across to “Anal Fingering.” She knew she was in for a long week.



As she was reading the other challenges on the wall, the door opened and Jenna entered. She stared Danielle up and down, her spread pussy and cum-covered body, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Good morning, sunshine!” she chirped. Danielle asked an obvious question,” What happened last night?” “Oh, no big deal,” Jenna replied. “Three of the guys could not wait to get their hands on you, so they came up here, tied you in your current position, and took turns with you.” Just as Danielle suspected.



“And I just slept through it?” Danielle asked. “You were clearly exhausted, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it. You spent the whole half hour moaning like a whore. You came at least twice!” Danielle blushed. Was she being serious?



Jenna walked around the bed unclasping her locks, and told her to get up. Once Danielle worked her way to her feet, Jenna pointed to the sheets, just below where Danielle’s ass had rested. There was a giant wet spot there. “You squirted,” Jenna said. “You squirted as three guys had their way with you while you were passed out. Can you say ‘slut?’” Danielle wanted to run and hide somewhere, but she knew it was not an option.



“Lets get you cleaned up,” Jenna said, taking Danielle by the hand and leading her to her bathroom. Danielle followed her into what appeared to be her private bathroom. Jenna turned the knobs of the shower, regulating the water for Danielle. “Listen,” Jenna said, “I am the most recent convert here, and I know what you are about to go through. The other girls are going to be mean, but in private, I will try to be nice to you. OK?”



Danielle smiled in appreciation. It would certainly help to have someone coach her through this week. “Thank you,” she said. “Get in the shower and rinse off that ejaculate,” Jenna encouraged. Danielle stepped into the steamy shower, letting the water cascade through her hair and down her body. She felt the semen melt away from her, the heat reviving her senses as she made herself sudsy.



“Jenna?” she called through the shower stall. “Yeah?” she replied. “I am nervous about the anal. Is it terrible?” Jenna giggled. “What was it like last night, with just the finger?” she asked. “It was uncomfortable, it felt tight, but not all together painful.” “Well, once you get a cock in there, it will feel the same way, but amplified. Painful at first, but it really just heightens your erogenous zone, and usually makes your orgasm more extraordinary. Basically, if you can survive the first five minutes, you will be a fan for life!”



Danielle was skeptical, but was at least somewhat relieved to hear this. Jenna told her to keep showering, and that she would be right back. A few minutes later, Danielle heard Jenna reenter the room. “Lets go, I will help you warm up,” she said. Danielle stepped out of the shower and into the towel Jenna was holding out to her. Steam filled the bathroom, keeping her warm as she toweled herself down.



When she was all dry, she turned towards Jenna, who was smiling and holding a plastic syringe. “Trust me, this will help,” she said. She instructed Danielle to kneel and place her chest on the floor, ass in the air. Danielle complied, preparing herself mentally for what was about to come. Jenna pressed the tip of the syringe against her sphincter and through into her ass. Danielle felt next to nothing, a sign, she thought, that she was still loose from Sarah’s finger.



Jenna unleashed a stream of saline solution up Danielle’s ass, refilled the syringe in the sink and did it again. “Just wait there for a few minutes, then sit on the toilet and relieve yourself. Once the pressure swells, you will know it is time. Let me know when you are ready.” With that, she left.



Danielle stayed in her obscene position for five minutes, and then followed Jenna instructions thoroughly. When she flushed, Jenna came back in, with some guy Danielle did not know but assumed was a frat guy. “Don’t worry,” Jenna said, “He is not going to take your anal cherry now. He is going to help me help you enjoy anal, though.”



In her left hand was a tiny vibrator, and she unveiled it to Danielle, who took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “On your hands and knees,” Jenna said, a bit more forcefully than Danielle expected. Danielle turned and knelt back on the ground, head near the toilet, ass facing her observers. Jenna stood over her and slid the vibrator into her ass with little resistance. It was tiny enough to slid in easily, another relief to Danielle.



Jenna flipped it on remotely, and Danielle jumped in shock. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as the guy knelt behind her and cupped her ass in his hands. In an instant, his dick found her slit and pushed into her wet pussy. He put his right hand between her shoulder blades and forced her chest down to the floor, the same position she was in when Jenna gave her the enema.



“Danielle, you should know that the boy you are fucking is a senior in high school, looking to pledge here this year. If he does you well enough, I will pass a good word on to Russell.” Danielle was stunned, and concerned that it was not even legal to be with a guy this young. She opened her mouth to complain, but upon hearing that this was an audition, the guy started pounding her harder.



He slammed into her hard, forcing her further up the floor, wedging her shoulders between the toilet and the wall of the shower. The boy grabbed her anal vibrator with two fingers and moved it in and out of her, matching the motion of his cock. Danielle lost herself in the sensation, and felt her climax approaching. Jenna whispered something in his ear, but Danielle could not make it out.



He increased his speed, plunging into her sopping, juicy box until it was gushing like a slip and slide. Despite being pinned against a toilet, this high school kid had Danielle on the verge of orgasm. The obstruction in her ass did not deter her. In fact, Jenna was right. The anal stimulation was making was causing the throbbing in her clitoris to amplify.



Jenna pushed the boy’s ass hard, and with Danielle stuck in her spot, he bottomed out into her pussy. Danielle screamed and bucked her ass as she came with an explosion. While he loved the feeling of her warm cunt around his dick, he had to obey Jenna’s whispered command. He pulled his dick and the vibrator out of Danielle and stood, jacking his cock above her. Danielle worked her way to her knees and watched in disgust as the kid unloaded his sperm on the toilet seat.



“Clean that up, bitch!” he barked at her. Danielle looked at Jenna, seeking consult. She shrugged and offered “You are the maid!” Danielle turned back towards the toilet seat. “Use only your mouth,” the boy said. Danielle was on the verge of tears, humiliated on so many levels. Not only was she about to lick a stranger’s cum off a toilet seat, but this stranger, who had just fucked her, had only spoken eight words to her, ordering her to do so.



She lowered her mouth to the largest wad of cum and slurped. The salty mayo spread over her tongue and filled her cheeks. She closed her eyes and laid her tongue flat on the seat, trying to mop up the flecks that remained. She was able to get most of it, with a few strands falling into the water beneath her. The guy grabbed her hair and held her in place as he looked at Jenna. “Good enough?” he asked.



“Above and beyond,” she answered. “I will put in a good ward with Russell.” He let go of Danielle’s hair and walked out without a word. Danielle was gasping deep breaths on the floor when Jenna turned her attention back to her. From beneath the sink cabinet, she withdrew bathroom cleaner and paper towels. She left them at Danielle’s feet. “I will be back in an hour. Make sure you are clean, and that this bathroom is spotless. You have another test in the afternoon.”



Danielle looked at the clock on the wall. 10am. This was going to be a long week.



…..



When Jenna returned, she was pleased with Danielle’s performance. The bathroom was spotless, and Danielle had done her hair in a manner that showed effort. As there were no clothes to prepare, it was all she could do. “Very nice,” said Jenna. “Let’s go downstairs.” She attached a leash to Danielle’s collar and led her to the main room of the house, where at least half of the guys in the house were watching a game on TV.



The whistled and hooted at them as they continued into the kitchen. There were trays of food laid out all over the place. “This afternoon, you are to serve this food to the guys. You are to constantly be in the room with a tray in hand. You are to let the guys do whatever they want to you, and obey their command. OK?” “All I have to do is serve food for now?” Danielle asked. “All you have to do is whatever they want. Got it?” Danielle nodded.



Jenna handed her the first tray, crudite, and pushed her into the TV room. Danielle was keenly aware of all the eyes on her, and knew that there was nothing she could do to hide herself. She was surrounded by guys, and they would see her if they wanted.



At this exact moment, Danielle decided to try and enjoy herself. After all, there did not seem to be any sex in the plan for this afternoon. Maybe she could use this as a gateway to enjoy exhibitionism. She walked over to the closest guy and suggestively bent towards him, proffering the vegetables to him. As he met her gaze and picked up a carrot, and dipped it into the sauce. Before she went onto the next guy, Danielle turned and eyed the guy behind her, staring squarely at her ass and pussy. She could practically feel her asshole winking at him, having had it stretched by Jenna earlier. She blushed, and smiled a wry smile.



Flipping her hair, Danielle straightened herself and moved on to the next couch. She repeated the motion with the next guy, who was staring madly at her hanging tits. With a mischievous grin, he brought the cream cheese dip to her nipple and gooped it onto her breast. He then took a stick of celery and rubbed it along the inside of her cleavage, and put it in his mouth. Danielle giggled, even though she thought this was stupid.



She made her way around the room, enduring mild groping and prodding from the guys. It was harmless, she reasoned, and allowed herself to get into it. When she made her way to the last guy, who had ben the one ogling her ass while she was with the first guy, he had an evil grin. He took two carrots from the tray and asked her to turn around.



Danielle had an idea of what he had in mind, but dared not protest. She turned, and at his urging leaned forward a little, exposing herself to him. He stood and presented both carrots, side-by-side, to her mouth, and told her to open wide. She opened her mouth, and he forced the vegetables onto her tongue. “Now close,” he insisted. She did as she was told.



He slid the carrots seductively in and out of her mouth, a crude euphemism, and tried to get them moist in her saliva. After about thirty seconds of this, he sat back on the couch, facing her ass. He pulled at her thigh, implying that she should spread her feet a little more. Danielle opened her legs and braced for the invasion.



He brazenly put a finger right between her slit to expand her opening, and slide one of the carrots inside her. He had no trouble working it all the way in, with just the green sprouts sticking out of her. Danielle gasped as she felt yet another phallus exploring her depths.



By now, no one in the room was watching the game, and all eyes were on the beautiful brunette suffering at the hands of their fraternity brother. With an evil grin, he spread her ass and placed the tip of the other carrot inside her sphincter. The vibrator had loosened it to the point that he could ease the tip in, but from there, he met resistance.



Danielle closed her eyes and slowed her breath as she felt him try to push deeper. Her tray started shaking in her hands, which gave the guy an idea. “If anything on that tray falls off, you will submit to tit torture tonight.” Danielle nodded in understanding, and altered her grip in the tray, securing it tightly.



Her conquerer continued his assault, jamming her anal carrot halfway inside her. Danielle rocked forward on her tip-toes, but held the tray in balance and sank back to her heels. The guy left it like that for now, and started easing her vaginal carrot in and out. He let go of the carrot in her ass and started massaging her clit.



“Come on, baby,” he mocked. “Let a couple sticks of carrot get you off. We want to see you come at the hands of a pair of veggies.” Danielle was embarrassed beyond belief, especially as she started to feel juices emerge from around the carrot in her pussy. The guy pinched and pulled at her clit, causing her to leave her mouth agape in awe. She held onto the tray for dear life, keeping it level in fear of whatever “tit torture” he had planned.



Her knees started to shake as he brought her close to the edge again. Danielle was afraid to think about it, but it would be the second time today that she would have cum in a submissive, humiliating position. But before she could think too much about it, he got it out of her.



Danielle screamed out loud as her orgasm rocked her body. Her knees gave way to the point that she was almost squatting, but she managed to keep the tray level, not spilling a thing. The boy looked over her shoulder at it and admired, “Good Job,” he said. He then brought his right hand down, palm extended, onto her ass carrot, driving it the rest of the way in in one thrust.



She had done all that she could up until that point, but in her weekend state, she could do nothing to stop the inevitable. She fell forward, the tray practically flying out of her hands towards the middle of the room. She landed on her hands and knees, and stared ahead of her, at the mess she created.



“Oops,” said her assailant. “Tonight’s entertainment will be Danielle’s Breast Abuse,” he proclaimed. The crowd roared their approval as Danielle fought back tears. Jenna took Danielle back into the kitchen to help her prep the next tray. “That was unfair,” she said in an effort to comfort Danielle. “Take my advice, and leave the carrot in your ass. Might as well take advantage of this and get used to the feeling. You will thank me later.” Danielle sobbed and agreed, taking the next tray into the assembly.



…..



That night, Danielle found herself in the same room, on her knees in the middle of the floor in front of every inhabitant of the house. Chris had laid out some tools of the trade, as it were, to intimidate Danielle and increase her anxiety. He took her wrist cuffs and pulled them behind her neck, attaching them to her collar. Danielle did not even know that this was a possibility, but knew that it as once her hands were locked behind her head, her gorgeous globes proudly announcing themselves to the room.



After she was secure, the boy brought out a ball gag. “We all love seeing you endure this torture, but hearing you scream can really make a guy go limp. Think of this as your muffler,” he proposed as he pushed it between her lips. Danielle opened wide and took it, not wanting to piss him off. He locked it behind her head.



Standing behind her, he leant over her and gripped each of her tits in his hands, squeezing them harshly. “MMM,” he admired. “These are just about as good as they come. We are going to have fun with these.” He moved to his table of implements and returned with two leather straps, each with notches in them like miniature belts. He lifted her left breast in his right hand, admiring its heft, and wrapped the belt around it at the base. He pulled it as tight as it would go and clasped it in place.



After repeating the process with the other, he stepped back and admired her beautiful form. Her tits extended painfully from her chest, already a lighter shade of red from the blood that was trapped from circulation. He picked up a riding crop and started running it over her breasts. She looked down in horror in anticipation f what he could do. Even if she had the nerve to protest, her ball gag was preventing anything but strings of saliva from escaping her mouth.



He gently raised and lowered the crop on her right tit, wanting to hurt her but not to leave any permanent marks. Danielle assumed that he had done this before, as he seemed to be an expert. He gently but firmly hit every square inch of her breasts. No single shot hurt her, but the accumulation of all of them created a loud, stinging sensation. She wanted nothing more than to hold them and caress them.



After she was significantly red, he hit each of them with a newfound fierceness, and Danielle screamed six loud screams into the room, muffled as they were by the gag. As her breath quickened to help ease the pain, the guy put down the crop and undid the belts on her tits. As the blood started running through her veins, the stinging increased. She moaned in pain as she could do nothing else to help her cause.



The boy came forth with two nipple clamps attached by a chain. The clamps had rubber padding, at least, and Danielle realized it was not anyone’s intent to scar her permanently. Still, she anticipated great pain from this. She had never wished that he nipples were not aroused like she did right now, but they had betrayed her, easy targets poking away from her.

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The truth is that it’s a little embarrassing. Good girls giggle at the blushing mention of it. It’s hard to explain to a girlfriend while shouting over the band at the bar that I like to bend over and have my ass spanked.



It starts with his hands on my waist. Simple but the weight of his big hands spreads a warmth over my skin. I tilt towards him, my lips sliding up his throat to his mouth. It’s soft and my hands slide to his shoulders. His arms are wrapped around me. We kiss and his hands slide to my ass.



He pulls back abruptly, grabs me by the arm. He’s almost pushing me up the stairs. Clothes are tossed aside. His hands are on my tits and oh god, I love that. He gives me what I need, his rough caress gets me wet. His mouth teases my nipple and I’m pressing his head to my breast, begging.



He presses me back onto the bed and I feel his big hands pressing my thighs open. I groan, the air is cold on my wet pussy. His fingers slide up, his touch light, barely teasing my lips. I’m helpless to stop my hips from rising towards his touch. He drapes his arm over my belly, holding me still as his fingers part my pussy. I groan as he slides his fingers through my slick cunt and presses inside. First one finger, then a second. He fucks me slowly, deeply with his fingers. “It’s too slow!” I cry. He laughs.



I won’t be able to come like this. He keeps fucking me, scissoring his fingers, rubbing my sensitive inner walls. But it’s too slow. He knows it. He keeps teasing me. I can’t keep the arch out of my back. I’m pressing towards his finger-fucking, moaning pleas. “Do you like it, baby?” His voice is rough.



“Yes! More, please!”



“Not yet, baby.”



I know what he is waiting for. I shimmy so my head is lying over the side of the bed. I see his hand stroke along his cock as he approaches. I could never admit to my friends that it thrills me to have my face fucked. He’s warm, filling my mouth, pressing back to my throat. His hands are on my face, holding me in place so he can fuck into my mouth. I hold my breath. I swallow. He fucks me until I gag. I love his cock down my throat. He pulls back, gives me a moment to catch my breath. His hand feathers down and his fingers find my clit. He rolls it between his fingers, pinches me lightly, teases my cunt.



I reach up and lick my tongue along the seam of his balls. I bathe them with my tongue and he rewards me with a finger in my cunt. He slides his cock back into my mouth and presses as deep as I can take it. I close my eyes, concentrate on not gagging on his shuttling cock. I am soaked.



He pulls back. “Come here.” I stand up and he turns me. “Bend at the waist.” He presses me forward. My face is buried in a pillow. “Spread your legs. Wider.” My feet are spread wide and my ass is in the air. He gives me no warning. I sway forward with the heavy weight of his blow on my ass. Again. A solid caress that rocks me. It hurts. It feels good. A sting that leaves my skin sensitive and tingling. It spreads as the blows continue to fall. But it’s not enough.



He pauses to finger me and I’m nearly shaking with need. “Hands behind your back. Wrists together.” It’s some kind of soft rope that he uses to bind me. This time I hear it first. The crop makes a whistling sound as it slices towards me. I jump, cry out as it lands. His hand rubs over where the crop landed. The sting warms, tingles. He’s raining little blows with the crop on my exposed ass. I’m not prepared when he switches directions and the crop lands on my cunt. I make a cry again and he makes a sound of disapproval. I hear a drawer opening and then he’s lifting my head. His thumb on my jaw presses my mouth open and he neatly tucks the ball gag into my mouth. I feel it clip behind my head and I know I’m in trouble. He slaps my ass with his open palm before pulling out the cat o’ nine tails. It is made of heavy, soft suede. The lashes land with a heavy thud on my red ass. It hurts. My skin is throbbing with pleasure. The gag muffles my scream as he whips my pussy. I’m writhing, at first trying to escape, then trying to open further to the blows. I hear the clatter of the cat and he grabs my hair. He’s using my hair like reins, pulling me back towards him. I need to cum. I’m desperate, shimmying back towards his cock.



He grabs my hips and penetrates me with one hard thrust. I feel him stretch my cunt and I grunt against the gag. I need it hard but I can’t even beg. He fucks me slow and I’m making desperate sounds behind the gag. He laughs and slowly draws himself almost completely out. He holds me there, penetrating me with a bare inch. I’m on my toes trying to press onto his cock. He grabs my hips and pulls me roughly towards him as he shoves his cock deep. I scream. He’s fucking me hard, pulling me into every thrust. I would beg him for harder if I could. He gives it to me. He’s slamming into me and I feel my cunt clench, grasping at his dick. His balls are slapping against my sensitive flesh. I cum hard and he fucks me through it.



His cock is sliding out and I’m sensitive. I feel every inch as he withdraws. He slides his cock between my pussy lips, getting himself wetter. He adjusts me, putting me on my knees on the bed. My head is still pressed into the pillows and my ass is higher now. He slaps my cunt. I moan, still sensitive. He’s crouched behind me and I try to relax as he presses his cock into my ass. I love the pressure of his dick inside me. He’s slow, letting me adjust as he gently forces more into me. The invasion stretches me and he groans with pleasure. Finally, he bottoms out, his balls resting against my ass. He shifts and I feel his hand find my clit.



I tighten and he grunts. I’ve adjusted and he starts to fuck my ass in earnest. He starts slowly but soon he is slamming into my ass and I’m pissed off that I can’t demand more. I want to scream for it harder, deeper. I need it. But he knows because he’s thrusting and churning his cock into my ass. His fingers crush my clit and I can’t stop it. I cum again, creaming his hand, trying to scream. He fucks my ass ruthlessly and grabs me, pulling my hips tight against him as he cums hard in my ass.



I don’t want it to stop. I wish there were more. I want more after him. I need another man to fuck me too. I want to keep cumming on hard dicks.



I really can’t find a way to explain that to my friends.

He brought home a gift for her today. It was a little box with a bow on top. After dinner and family time and putting the kids to bed, he gave it to her. She looked at him questioningly, it wasn’t any special day or occasion. He just waited. So she opened it. Inside was a thong. Nothing fancy, just a pair of black thong underwear. She asked if he wanted her to try them on. He nodded, so she headed off to the bedroom to change. She closed the door and felt all sorts of excitement washing over her, but especially in her pussy, which had tingled and tensed when she saw the gift. She was not really sure what this was all about, but she couldn’t wait to find out. She stripped off her clothes and put on the thong, then added a black lacy bra from her closet. She walked back out to the living room and turned slowly in front of her husband. He was sitting comfortably in his recliner and when he heard her coming down the stairs, turned off the tv. He watched her turn for him and beckoned her.



When she came to him, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. She returned the kiss and felt the firmness of his desire through his pants. Finally, he pulled her up with him when he stood and they moved to the couch. But instead of sitting on his lap again, he pulled her across it, lying face down. He told her, “I’m going to spank you now”.



She asked “Why?” She hadn’t done anything to warrant a spanking.



He said, “Because I like to spank you and feel you squirm against me and you like to be spanked.” She acquiesced and laid across him. He started by rubbing her ass, and smacking it playfully which made her giggle nervously. His spanks got firmer and harder and after several minutes, she was moaning and flinching. He picked up the hairbrush and started with light spanks. She whimpered when she felt it, she knew how much the brush hurt. When it seemed to get too intense for her, he told her she was a good girl, that he liked watching her take it, he said he would push her to her limits. His calm voice and soothing words reassured her. When it did get too intense, he switched to rubbing, but he knew she was enjoying it because she was dripping wet. The thong was completely soaked through with her juices and it was starting to leave a wet spot on his jeans.



She loved it when he spanked her, she slipped into a state of raw feeling. She lost all inhibitions and would do anything he asked eagerly, even things she didn’t want to do or those that she secretly wanted but was too shy to ask for. Sometimes, she regretted that later when her shyness returned and he expected her to make good on their agreements. Today, he was counting on that dynamic.



He started pulling the thong off in between spanks. He was going to try something new today. When he had worked her panties off of her entirely, he pulled her legs apart and started playing with her. He brushed against her clit with his thumb and she squirmed and tried to get more friction. He wasn’t going to let her cum yet. He told her she was not allowed to cum until he gave her permission, which nearly sent her over the edge by itself. She loves being made to ask, even beg, to cum. Her bottom was bright red and she was moaning and squirming. He couldn’t tell whether she was trying to avoid the spank or receive it harder. He suspected she didn’t know either. He spanked her harder.



He pulled her up so she was on her knees with her legs apart. He spanked her labia hard with his hand. She jumped and whimpered. He slid two fingers inside her, they went with ease, since she was dripping wet.



He told her, “This is mine. You are not allowed to cum without permission today or tomorrow”.



She moaned and he took it as acceptance of his terms. He pulled his fingers out and started working one into her ass. She squirmed and made a half-hearted attempt to pull away. He spanked her hard and told her to hold still. He slid one still-covered-in-pussy-juice finger into her ass and worked it back and forth. He felt her tense up and he knew this made her uncomfortable. She always tried to say no or squirm away. But he also knew that she loved having to submit to something she was uncomfortable with, it was a turn on for her.



He told her, “This is also mine, I will do with it as I please and you will take it.”



She whimpered and said, “yes, sir”. But her arousal was evident in the trail running down her leg.



He pulled out his finger and picked up her thong. He held it against her pussy and started working the fabric inside of her. At first she didn’t know what was going on, so she moaned and leaned into it. She realized something was different and sat still. “Are you… Is that the thong?” she asked. He said it was. It was getting harder to slip into her because the fabric was absorbing her wetness. She wiggled and tried to get away, but he held her and spanked her sharply.



“You will hold still for me”. She whimpered a little as he pushed it insider her bit by bit, but didn’t fight it. “Now, don’t you feel like a naughty girl, with your panties filling your pussy up?” he asked her.



She said, “Yes, sir” and he could tell she felt embarrassed. But at the same time, being naughty for him made her more aroused, more submissive.



“Stand up” he said. She did and he signaled that she should turn around, like she did when she modeled the new thong the first time. He said he liked it and stood up. He embraced her and kissed her deeply on the mouth.



“On your knees” he whispered in her ear. She immediately obeyed and got to her knees in front of him. He stripped off his clothes and her bra. His cock was hard and wet at the tip. She was not the only one who had enjoyed the foreplay. He pushed his cock into her mouth and held her by the hair.



She worked on his cock, taking as much as she could into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down it and paused to gently lick his balls. She traced the side of his scrotum up one side with her tongue, then started at the bottom again and went up the other side. She licked all over his cock and sucked it. She loves sucking his cock. All the while, the thong inside her made itself known, she could feel it and was torn between enjoying it and wanting it gone. The teasing, she was so turned on, she wanted to cum, the thong reminded her that she was being filled, even while she was sucking and licking and giving her husband’s cock attention. She brought him close to orgasm and he pulled out of her mouth.



“Turn around” he said, “I want to cum inside you”.



She thought “Finally! He’ll take these panties out of me and fuck me!” She turned around and, still on her knees, leaned over the couch so he could have her doggie style. He slid a finger into her pussy, she clenched, waiting for him to start to pull the panties out.



“It looks like your pussy is occupied; I’ll have to cum in your ass”.



Hearing him talk dirty to her like that was music to her ears, but what came next. “Remember, you aren’t allowed to cum, don’t even touch your pussy,” brought with it a strange mixture of excitement, arousal and dread. They had never played this game before. She was never “not allowed” to cum, she just had to ask for permission, sometimes she had to beg and he made her wait on the edge of orgasm, but he always let her. She was excited and aroused because it was another way for her to submit to him, to give him control over her orgasms. She had already given him control of her having them, he made her cum whenever he wanted, or he would tell her to masturbate and cum for him while he lay in bed next to her watching and stroking his cock. But he had never denied her before!



She felt the head of his cock press against her opening and she tried to relax herself to accept it. She really enjoyed anal but was too shy to ask for it. This time he was rough with her. There was so much wetness all over from her deep enjoyment of the spanking, and even the thong, that he didn’t need lubrication. He lined up his cock and slid it all the way in. She was filled up in a split second, she cried out. It hurt to be taken so suddenly and thankfully he paused with the full length of his cock inside her and let her adjust. She pulsed around him and when she started wiggling her hips, he knew she was ready.



He pulled out nearly all the way and slid back in slowly. She whimpered and tried to thrust back, but he held her still. He didn’t want to cum right away, he was going to enjoy this. She was starting to use her hands to pull him, so he grabbed each hand and pulled it behind her back and held them there. Next time, he would use cuffs or something, but for now, he just held them in one of his hands. She stopped struggling, but continued to try to thrust on his cock. He was sensing a desperation in her. He pulled almost all the way out again and slowly slid back in to the hilt. He liked feeling her softness envelop him bit by bit. She wiggled and thrust and squeezed him with her muscles, but she couldn’t get him to speed up. He would take his sweet time and enjoy her ass as he pleased.



He felt his orgasm building and he grabbed her hair with his free hand. This forced her to arch her back to a more pleasing angle for him. He put a handful of her long hair in the hand that was holding her hands. His pace quickened and she tried to thrust back. He buried his cock deep into her and his cum filled her. She moaned and pulsed around his cock, as if trying to get every drop. She felt submissive and intensely intimate with him, taking him and his cum in her like this, at the same time feeling naughty and sexy and desperate to cum.



He released her hands and hair and slowly pulled out of her. He slapped her labia a couple times, playfully, and spanked her ass, a bit harder. She was still in the mental fog that comes with her extreme arousal and just knew she wanted more.



He leaned over her on the couch, and told her this, “I know you don’t wear panties much, but starting tomorrow, you will wear them every day. And sometimes, I will expect you to not be wearing them when I get home. I will text you and at that time, you will remove your panties and do this.” As he said it, he slid a finger into her pussy and started tugging on the thong. Her muscles tensed and she quivered with anticipation. And humilitation. He wanted her to do that… To herself?? But she agreed, because she would agree to anything for him. And this was one more sexy-but-embarrassing thing that might turn her on.



She wanted to ask him to rub her clit, or at least let her rub it, she wanted to ask to be allowed to cum. She waited. He led her to the shower and they took turns soaping and lathering. He paid special attention to her labia and clitoris, keeping her aroused but not letting her cum. When he rubbed his soapy hand down to her bottom, to wash where he had taken his liberties with her, she tried to turn to not allow him.



He held her and reminded her, “This is mine, not just when we’re having sex, but all the time”. She felt a renewed surge of arousal and intimacy. She relented and allowed him to wash her everywhere.



After drying off, they went to bed. She snuggled in close to him and his hand wandered across her skin. He found his way to her clit. Even after showering and getting a thorough wash and rinse, she was slick with desire again. She quivered and moved to get more contact with his hand. He said, “You’ll have to wait tonight, no cumming yet. And no touching yourself, either.” She groaned, she wanted to cum. She dozed off, but slept restlessly for a few hours.



When she woke up, it was to soft licking on her clit. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock. 2am? He sat up on his knees and she could see he was hard again. He reversed and straddled her face. He leaned forward and buried his face in her pussy. She moaned and arched her back, her whole body came alive with his tongue on her clit. He pulled away and slid his cock between her lips. “You make me cum, then you can cum and not before. But once you swallow all of my cum, you can have as many orgasms as you can stand.” She got to work.

I saw the morning light peak through the curtains and I very slowly opened my eyes. It took me a moment to gather my surroundings, and suddenly memories of pleasure and pain came to mind and a tremor of desire went through me. I turned to look beside me and was disappointed to find it empty. Instead, I found a note which I excitedly picked and read: “I am out. I will be back at noon. I expect you to be showered when I get back. Wait in the same position you did yesterday. Ps, you look lovely. Can’t wait to deepen our relationship today. No touching yourself, I will know.”



I quickly turned to check the time and was partially happy and partially sad that I still had an hour. It would give me enough time to get ready but I would also have to wait.



I wanted to laugh at the last sentence of his note and briefly considered doing it to see what his punishment would be, but I decided that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.



I got up from bed and instantly the soreness hit me. I stretched and felt sore in my shoulders and thighs, but especially my ass. I blushed, remembering what had made it sore in the first place.



Last night before bed, William had showed me where the bathroom was so I knew where to go. He had also told me, after the best sex I have ever had, that sleeping with him was a rare occurrence, but he was so pleased and I looked so good that he wanted to stay with me over night. I blushed again wondering how he could be so sweet one minute, and such a dominant jerk the next. I shivered again, unsure of which personality I liked more.



I went to the bathroom and found that beside the bath he had left a container of bath salts and taped to it was a note which said “This may help with sore muscles”. I giggled again. What a thoughtful master.



****



It was 11:55AM and I was in the front room of the house, feeling extremely horny and excited for what was coming. Our last coupling had left me wanting more but William had told me “That will do for today, slave.” And whatever he said was final so I could not argue.



I took the same spot as yesterday bending over the metal table, waiting in anticipation.



After what seemed like hours, I heard the door open and felt my heart beat faster. I was even more excited when I heard his voice say “My beautiful slave. I wanted to make you mine this morning but unfortunately I had errands to attend to. But I have been thinking of nothing else all morning.”



Suddenly I felt a hand run through my pussy which was already wet and I trembled and let out an involuntary moan. “Up, slave,” he commanded and I did what he said without hesitation. I then saw his beautiful face in front of me licking his fingers, and he said “You taste divine.” I shivered.



He stood and looked at me for a moment. “Do you remember what we spoke about on the phone slave?” he asked.



“We spoke a lot my master. I am not sure what you are referring to,” I answered.



“What did you tell me you have never done before and I told you we would change?” he asked.



I must have blushed because he said, “Look at you, my shy little slut. Say the words.”



“Anal sex,” I whispered.



“And that is exactly what we will work on today. But first, I think you need to remind me what I’ve been missing all morning. I thought of a new rule, slave. Every time I snap my fingers, you instantly fall to your knees and wait with an open mouth,” he said. He then snapped his fingers.



I complied and eagerly followed his rules, knowing what was coming up. I opened my mouth and I heard him laugh, “Good girl.”



He quickly took off his pants and I saw his hard on. “Choke,” was his only command and I took him forcefully in my mouth and began sucking and licking.



I went to move my hands to his cock, and he said “No hands, just choke.”



I then forced his dick as far back into my mouth as I could and choked on it. At this point, he grabbed my head and forced it to stay in that position, pushing his dick even further into my throat. I felt like I was suffocating and he said, with his hands still holding my head, “This is what it means to be a slave slut, you choke and you feel pain and I do whatever I want to you.” I felt my eyes water and was about to push him off when he let go of my head and pulled himself out. I saw him looking down at me and he said “Did my slut like that?” I nodded my head and found that despite the discomfort, I was highly turned on.



He smiled and said “Good girl. Now suck your master off and taste my cum.”



I gladly obliged and continued my attack on his cock, but not quite as deep as the last time. It took a few more minutes of my incessant sucking and licking and soon I heard him say, “It’s coming slave.” I put all my effort into my mouth and felt him shake and explode into my mouth. I eagerly sucked it all up and ensured I got every last bit of his delicious cum.



When he finished he pushed my face up to look at him and he said “New rule. You must always thank your master for his cum.”



“Yes Master. Thank you for your delicious cum,” I quickly said.



He smiled, “Good girl. Now on to the main attraction. Bend down over the table and stick your arms out.”



I did so, with some trepidation. I was scared of anal but I trusted him. He tied my arms and feet to the chains and began massaging my back and bum. “Your ass looks so delicious; I can’t wait to make it mine. Slave, you tell me that you have never had anal sex?”



“Yes master,” I replied.



“Have you ever had anal anything? Even finger yourself?”



“No master,” I answered.



“Well this is going to be a lot of fun then. I would usually put a gag on you since you were so loud yesterday but I am a generous master so for your first time, I will keep it off.”



“Thank you master.”



I heard him move behind me and instantly tensed. He continued to rub my sore ass and say “Calm down sweet slut, and trust your master.”



I then felt his tongue on my clit and I began to shake. He was slowly encircling my clit with his tongue and I was trembling, trying not to make a sound. His tongue then entered my pussy and a moan escaped my lips. He laid a prompt smack on my ass and the pain shut me up, but he continued to tongue fuck me. I was so close to the edge, and I managed to gasp, “Master, may I cum?”



He stopped and said, “Not yet, slut.”



I tried to slow my heart beat and stop the trembling. He kept his hands and tongue off me. “Good girl,” he said, “you must learn how to control it.”



He put a tongue back to my clit and began licking it again. I felt fingers enter my pussy and I felt myself almost reach my peak again. I tried my hardest to control my orgasm but I was so close.



I felt his fingers leave my pussy and begin to encircle my ass hole. I must have tensed because he stopped his licking and said, “Relax, slave.” I tried to relax and focus on his tongue going into my vagina and back to the clit, while his fingers still toyed with my ass. I was so close and I panted once more, “Master can I please cum?”



He stopped long enough to say “Yes,” and went back to his licking. I was almost there and I started shaking, but as I was about to let out an orgasm I felt a sudden pain and pressure in my ass but he continued licking my pussy and I came all over his mouth. I was breathing heavily and was aware of a pressure still in my ass.



“Thank you master,” I managed, blissfully in that post orgasm state.



“What a good little slut,” he said. “I am fingering your ass right now, slave. How does that feel?”



“Different master. I feel full,” I said.



He began to chuckle and I felt him squirt some liquid on to my ass. “I am going to put another finger in there. Be a good little slut and remain nice and relaxed for me.”



I felt another increasing pressure and suddenly felt an even more full sensation. “You like that don’t you slut?” He said to me and I replied “Yes master.”



“Slut, I am going to fuck your pussy and finger bang your ass at the same time. I will fuck your ass before the day is over. You stay there and take it like the good little slut you are. Do I make myself clear?”



“Yes master,” I replied, excited and nervous.



Suddenly, I felt his dick ram into my pussy and I gasped out loud. The feeling of his large cock filling up my pussy and his fingers in my ass was almost too much. He began to thrust harder and I was shaking in complete pleasure. I felt him squirt more liquid into my ass and another burst of pressure while I assume he inserted another finger.



As he was fucking me in both holes he said, “Slut, I almost have all my fingers in there. I can’t wait until I feel your tight ass around my dick and my cum inside of you. How does that sound slave?”



I was unable to answer him because of all the sensation. I was trying to form the words when I felt a sharp pain caused by him pulling my hair back. This caused me to half stand in an awkward and painful angle. “You answer me when I speak to you slut,” he said in a raised voice.



“Yes master!” I squeaked with pain. He kept a hold on my hair and forced me to stay in that position as I felt one more burst of pain in my ass and he pulled his fingers in and out in a fast tempo. This wasn’t about pleasure right now and I knew it. He was hurting me, and fucking me like a slut. As these thoughts were running through my head I was surprised to feel a building of pleasure inside of me. I was near another orgasm. As I stayed in that awkward and painful position with him ramming his fingers into my ass and his cock into my pussy, I was on the verge of another orgasm.



“Master,” I panted out. “Master, can I cum again?”



He began laughing and said, “You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you? You like this pain. Yes, slave you may cum but as in payback I am going to fuck your ass,” he said and pulled my hair back even harder and I exploded hard on him and was not able to feel him slip out of my pussy and thrust his cock into my ass. The sensation and pain added to my orgasm and I continued to shake and tremble as he fucked my ass. His attack was relentless and he did not stop to let me breathe or ask if I was okay, he just fucked my ass and prolonged my orgasm.



I am not sure how long this all lasted, being lost in that state of my pleasure and pain. After some time (could have been seconds, minutes, or hours) I heard him say, “I am going to cum for you again slut.” Suddenly, I felt his release into my ass.



He lay on top of me and we both worked to catch our breaths for a few moments. Suddenly I remembered his rule. “Thank you for your cum master. And thank you for making my ass yours.”



I felt him laugh and get up. “You are so very welcome my beautiful slave.”



He unfastened my arms and legs and helped me stand up. He held my hand and walked me over to his couch, where he had a fluffy pink robe waiting for me. He held it out and said, “For you, Clare.”



I accepted it and sat down in embarrassment. There was silence for a moment and he said, “Don’t be embarrassed Clare. It is a deep bond we share already and we have only known each other for such a short time. You are doing really well. If you would like to accept my terms, I would like to make this a permanent relationship.”



I felt joy and relief at his words. However, I had never had a relationship of this sort before, so I was unsure of what it entailed. I asked him, “What are your terms master?”



He smiled, “You may call me William when we talk about technical issues. My terms are quite simple. We will begin by seeing each other every weekend, and see how it goes. If you need time off, you need to let me know at least a weekend in advance.” He continued, “During this time, you do not sleep with anyone else. And this is pertinent.” I nodded quickly, sure that I would not even consider being with another.



He went on, “You do not get in contact with me throughout the week unless to tell me that you cannot make it, but given such short notice, I will have to punish you the next time we see each other. I will send you instructions every Friday night, and pick you up every Saturday night. You will stay here Saturday night where you will be my sex slave and do as I please. I will take you home Sunday night. And we will continue. Do you agree?”



I thought for a moment. “You mean… I have to wait a full week to see you for a night?”



He smiled softly, “These are my terms. Do you agree?”



I thought about it and the amazing night and say we just had. Of course I agreed. I had only known this man for such a short time and I already was his, body and soul.



“Yes, I agree,” I responded.



“I am glad. Now go get changed and I will take you home. Congratulations on your first successful weekend as my slave.”

Picking up her wristwatch off the back of the closed toilet seat lid she squinted at the face as she made out the position of the hands. 7:16pm and counting she thought as she tossed the watch down and lounged back against the plush air pillow. With an impatient sigh she willed herself to relax in the hot sudsy bubbles as the water gently lapped against the inner sides of the tub.



Closing her eyes she went over her checklist for the umpteenth time. Playlist of mixed music set and going on the computer, booze, including beers bought and stocked, ice bucket filled in the bar fridge, fireplace logs placed and lit, hors d’oeuvres prepared and ready to heat, toys washed and batteries checked, all orifices washed inside and out and as she absently reached and stroked a hand over her bare mound a satisfied smile played across parted lips, she was completely shaved from armpits to toes. Remembering his stern warning to not play with or touch herself had her drawing her hand back quickly, despite the nudging need to place her fingers within her plump folds and gently rub her aching clitoris.



Sitting back up in the tub she reached for then swirled her glass of Amaretto before taking a healthy gulp, banishing that thought. Liquid heat infused her mouth, along with the tastes of cherries and almonds, before sliding down her throat. A second gulp emptied the glass, leaving her feeling just a little light headed and a bit giddy. ‘That’s excitement’ she thought. As she stood up to wash off the soap then pull the plug.



She’d gotten the call at 9:30 this morning. “Hey there” a sexy masculine voice purred. “It would appear I’ve got some free time later, what’s your evening looking like?” he asked.



Immediately her sex quenched and nipples swelled with possibilities of what the ‘evening’ might have in store for her as an instant smile lit up her big blue eyes. “Nothing planned” she responded around a large grin. “What time should I expect you?” she asked.



He chuckled before saying “Good, good how does 8pm sound?”



“Perfect” she replied.



“I’ll see you then. Oh Liz…” he hesitated. “Make sure your toy box is handy, okay! And absolutely no touching” he quickly finished.



“Of course” she answered her now furrowed brows puzzled.



She replaced the receiver to the charging dock thinking that was odd. The hesitation in his voice suggested he was going to say more but for some reason he didn’t. Shaking it off she headed to her bedroom where she proceeded to strip her bed and put clean sheets on.



The rest of her day flew by as methodically she pampered and prepared herself in between running the usual Saturday day-off, errands.



Memorized in the flicking flames of the fireplace Liz tried to combat the excitement of butterflies in her stomach while waiting for the last few minutes of the hour to approach. So engrossed, she was somewhat startled with the sound of the door buzzer. Taking a deep breath to settle the last of her nerves she leaned forward and stood up. The short black silk kimono she wore parting briefly to give a sneak peek at her sexy and freshly shaved legs. Moving forward she padded down the long hall in bare feet to the intercom where she answered letting her guest in.



Minutes later she opened the door to his knuckled wrap. A whoosh of cooler air hitting her, just moments before he barreled his way in, and quickly spun her around. With arms twisted up behind her and the right side of her face pressed heavily into the foyer wall she wasn’t given any more time to waste on nerves as she was forced into a whirlwind of activity. Hastily he brushed her hair aside and caught it into a loose fist, exposing a pumping vein in her neck. His heated breath caressed her there ever so briefly just before his lips descended. He suckled long and deeply then, surely leaving a mark there before moving to greet other erogenous areas.



Eyes closed to his ministrations Liz was soon mewling and gasping beneath Cal’s weight. She felt him shift behind her then release her briefly before he instructed her to keep her eyes closed as he fitted her with a blindfold and then tied a scarf produced from his pocket over it. Tugging on the scarf he made sure it was secure before placing his hands on each of her arms and slowly turning her toward him. Pressing her back into the wall he found her lips then, and slowly, thoroughly ravished her mouth until they were both left panting and breathless. Stepping back she felt him lean toward the door where she distinctively heard the deadbolt slide into the lock and then him fumble with the chain closure.



Dizzily Liz was grateful for the support behind her as she smiled up toward him, saying a whispered “Hello”. “Hello back at you” he mouthed, the timber of his voice a soothing touch in itself.



Inhaling her lightly perfumed scent left him scrambled briefly for words so he busied his hands. Using the backs of his fingers he parted the lapels of her loosely tied robe. As the sashes dropped in a whisper and her nakedness beneath was revealed, his own, breath caught with her vision. Reaching in with gentle hands he lifted each of her globes and gave them a brief caress then used his thumbs to brush the tops of each nipple. As she sighed and longingly moaned he quickly stepped back but not before snagging an end of the hanging sash and urgently tugged it through the loops and into his hand.



“What to do with this” he teased suggestively. “Hmmm” he thought with unseen arched eyebrows. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back” he ordered. She eagerly complied liking where this turn of events might be going. Some would even call her kinky with her fetish for being restrained while having sex. Next she felt the silky sash binding her wrists tightly before being tied off. With her arms tied behind her back it pulled the kimono opened at the front, leaving her bared and exposed.



With nothing to brace or cover her, the solid wall rushed to meet Liz’ naked frame as Cal pushed her into it. This time he used his left hand to rub up the back of her upper left thigh lifting the black silk of her gown to expose her left butt cheek. He soothingly massaged the soft skin back and forth several times before bringing his hand back and smacking her once hard on the cheek leaving an impressive handprint. “Ouch” cried Liz as she felt her bare breasts and shoulder glance off the wall with the force. Cal’s hand reached in between her legs to run a prying finger through her cunt lips. Devilishly he smiled before feeding her his glistening finger that she greedily sucked on, as he announcing to her what he knew he would find. “You’re so incredibly wet for me Liz. That smack on your ass is just the beginnings of what surprises I have in store for you tonight”.



Turning her he steered her to the living room area where he guided her into a sitting position on the couch. “I see you’ve already started without me” he observed looking directly at the three quarter full glass of amber sitting on the coffee table.



Lifting it he sniffed and inhaled the aroma of the liquid before taking a large sip then pressed it to her lips. Tilting the glass she was forced to lean her head back and was made to swallow the entire contents at his demand.



Gasping as he lifted her head back up he then licked the little dribbles of alcohol she’d missed, at the corners of her mouth before kissing her heatedly.



Taking the empty glass he went to the bar and refilled it then looked in the bar fridge and found himself a preferred cold beer. Uncapping the bottle he took a healthy swig before joining Liz on the couch.



“How are you feeling” he cheekily inquired. “Blindfold secure, arms aren’t sore?” He questioned.



“Yes and nope” she responded.



With that he asked if she’d had enough to drink to hopefully calm her nervousness. He knew from previous experience she tended to work herself up during a long day of waiting, into a bit of a nervous nelly. At a nod of her head he poured half the bottle of beer down his throat then stood again. “Okay, let’s have some fun” he announced then produced yet another surprise.



Liz couldn’t see it but in his hand pulled from his other coat pocket was a, ball gag and harness straps. Running his tongue across her liquored flavored lips provoked desire in Liz so strong she blindly and greedily responded to his teasing tongue. With passions elevated Cal drew her up to stand not breaking the fever hot kiss. He stepped back abruptly leaving them both heady and off balance but quickly regaining his, he popped the gag passed her teeth. Squealing with unexpected astonishment she twisted and turned within his embraced arms. He cooed and calmed her with absently placed soft kisses and gentle words until she settled then buckled the straps securely at the back of her head. He wasn’t too sure Liz would be thrilled with all his surprises tonight so he went the extra mile with odd toys such as this to keep her safe and well yeah, himself too. Scooping her up into his arms he cradled her against him as he walked purposefully to the bedroom.



Unknown to Liz were two of Cal’s long time work buddies casually lounging within the confines of her rather large bedroom. He had snuck them in while distracting her with his amorous kisses and handy blindfold. Then while he entertained her in the living room they made their way to the bedroom. Both Matt and Jimmy were great guys. Cal was confident in his male friend choices of approximately ten to twenty years that this evening would be nothing short of special for her no matter how it went down. She may fight the extra attention initially, he truly wasn’t sure but isn’t it every woman’s dream to have several lovers at once he mused. Little did she know but tonight if all went well, was going to be a raping of pure delight planned just for her.



Kneeling onto the bed Cal placed Liz gently down on her side. For his male friends he quickly gave them a few hand signals suggesting while he and Liz got started they were to leave for now and have a beer. Neither man moved for the moment, preferring to watch a relaxed Liz as she rolled herself into a more comfortable position but at the same time giving them a feast of naked flesh for their eyes to devour.



Ignoring the guys Cal quickly shed his jacket, t-shirt, jeans then socks. Sometimes going commando had advantages and getting naked was one of them. Once undressed, he laid himself down on the bed, eager to touch and taste her offerings.



Knowing her passion for cunnilingus Cal positioned himself between her sprawled legs to start his assault. Using his hands to part her folds he opened her as wide as his fingers would spread her before kneeling forward to lick and taste.



In a few short minutes she was moaning loudly behind the ball gag in her mouth, as she reached her first orgasm. Cal smiled in satisfaction knowing his friends behind him just witnessed how easily she had cum and how wet she’d become.



Not wanting her to lose the edge of her sexual high he sat back on his heels but used one hand to continually palm and play with her damp mound, while he casually glance around the room.



She’d forgotten nothing. From wall scones lit with warm glowing, vanilla scented candles to the speakers discreetly hidden that pumped in a fine collection of bluesy tones, to the unspeakable spread of her amazing collection of toys. Various colors and sizes of vibrators, dildos and other odds and sods were neatly aligned across several towels, along her dressers. It was noted that she listened well to his earlier instructions, and perhaps she was also just as eager to play tonight during this visit. It was also noted by the other men.



Looking for and spotting the spreader bar leaning in a corner behind a chair he got up to retrieve it. Liz immediately started to moan again or at least that’s what it sounded like trussed up like she was. He talked to her as he grabbed the bar and told her of his intensions to restrain her further while teasing her all night long. It was during this exchange when Matt and Jimmy every so quietly left the room.



Cal nimbly worked the straps attached to the bar around each of Liz’ ankles then using the bar he pulled her full weight toward the bottom of the bed where he secured the bar handles to the shapely bed posts. Now even if she attempted to lift her feet up while attached to the bar the larger width of the spindles would keep her in place.



Again Cal positioned himself between her legs but this time they were fully extended and too close together. If he wanted her to be more opened to him it would require her to be moved further down the bed so he did just that, until her knees where bent but also spread so very wide. The unspoken invitation of her position had him diving into another session for her pleasure and just like the first time she was cumming within minutes.



Lost in sensation Liz lay back panting behind the gag in her mouth, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath. Her arms were already starting to feel the strain after a mere twenty minutes as she lay on them while Cal seemed hell bent on pleasuring her as he repeatedly sent her into multiple orgasms in fine succession.



Feeling the release of the silk robe tie she pulled her hands out from under herself and automatically began massaging first the left wrist then the right. He then completely removed the robe tugging here and there as he pulled it off her arms then out from under her. Many times she could feel the indentation on the bed from Cal’s weight, as he shifted and climbed over or off the bed. She wondered absently what he was planning. If she could smile she would’ve but the ball gag although not uncomfortable kept her from even doing that.



Soon Cal was reaching for a wrist and began putting on a wrist band. Once on he stretched her arm out to the far corner of the bed above her head where he secured it to the upper frame then did the same to the other wrist and arm leaving her completely spread open in an X position, albeit legs bent.



Again, lying next to her he began fondling her breasts before sucking on each nipple until they were fully swelled and extended.



His own needs having to be ignored for now was pressed heavily into her upper thigh. Sitting up slightly he now stroked her soft smooth skin from collar bone to just above the junction of her legs. Liz’s vocals caught then purred as he stimulated her everywhere. She was tingling with need for more but had no way of expressing her needs other than to lift her hips up, arching her body toward his teasing hands.



Taking a finger and running it through her juicy cunt he teased some more as he circled her clit round and around bringing the bud to pulse and bloom with fullness. Normally he’d joyfully suckle her there again and send her into yet another orgasm but this time he left her wanting. He wanted her so heightened that she would be willing to comply with any of his planned suggestions. So when he next brought that same wetted digit to circle her anus he only played just long enough there that he knew full well she wanted even needed more as indicated with her smothered gasps.



“Do you want to cum Liz?” he taunted. She lifted her head up and nodded vigorously in his direction.



“Do you need more?” he continued. She growled in frustration and attempted to wriggle her hips. “What if I told you I’ve brought some very close and personal friends with me” he announced.



She froze.



For several minutes time seemed suspended while he waited anxiously for Liz to respond. He was struck rather dumb when she made not a move or sound but while watching her blindfolded and gagged face he saw tears seeping down her cheeks.



Moving quickly to console her and brush away her salty tears he tried desperately to understand why she was crying. Talking to her in gentle tones he tried explaining how he wanted to please her, letting her know that he was doing this for her ultimate pleasure.



What he didn’t realize right away was she wasn’t withdrawn as he pretty much expected.



If fact, had he not been overwhelmed with a guilty conscience of concern for her, he would’ve noticed she was not closed down or lashing out in any physical way possible but instead the only sign of distress was perhaps her tears.



She was so blown away by his need to see to her pleasures that he would even share her with his friends. Not others, but friends. It implied people he knew for a while. People he trusted. That was so reassuring to her more than any other explanation he could give.



“If I take the ball gag off will you scream or cry out?” he questioned. She tossed her head from side to side indicating to him an answer of no.



Hesitantly he undid the head strap and in so doing realized she was smiling and crying at the same time. He’d never understand women he figured and said as much.



“Are you pissed off or not?” he asked truly boggled, wondering what was up.



“I’m thirsty and very horny” Liz stated.



Cal smiled his first real smile of the evening and called out to Matt and Jim. Come on in guys he breathed on a heavy sigh and bring our drinks he asked as an afterthought. Jim showed his face first by peeking around the bedroom door. Matt was a lot bolder and walked as casually as he could while nude and carrying two beer bottles and Liz’ glass of Amaretto.



As Liz was very tied up and still blindfolded his bold efforts to strut were rather wasted on her unseeing eyes which Matt quickly realized. Matt offered Cal his beer first then put his own down on the highboy before kneeling on the bed himself. He then gallantly lifted and cradled Liz’ head while he propped the glass to her lips. Once she drank her fill he put her glass beside his beer then leaned down to kiss her. The intended little peck quickly turned into a heated exchange as both Matt and Liz spoke volumes of appreciation of what each saw or felt of the other without saying a single word.



Feeling a little left out of the hot and erotic exchange Cal took a giant swig of his beer then moved to play between Liz’s legs. Jimmy made his presents known shortly after and began his meeting and greeting by stroking Liz’s body then followed each stroke with kisses of his own. When Jim made his way to her cunt Cal had no choice but to pull his hand away for the time being.



“Don’t let her cum” he instructed to Jim. But already he could see her juices flowing and glistening on the bridge of his nose as he lapped and suckled greedily.



Finishing his beer Cal leaned against a bed post and watched intently. He could see Liz’ body tense as she neared orgasm but he also observed Jim following his rules as he would pull back and withhold his tongue until she would settle down somewhat before returning to his teasing. Matt on the other hand was still kissing her, tongues dueling while he also groped, squeezed and pinched her breasts and nipples.



Heading to the bar for another beer Cal stopped to check on the fireplace and decided to add another log before returning to the bedroom. Once he got there he saw Jim was now finger fucking Liz’s twat while Matt suckled eagerly at her left tit. Realizing her mouth was free Cal quickly joined in the melee. Climbing behind her, feet to the headboard and onto his knees he squatted down low enough to feed her his throbbing cock. He groaned in absolute pure pleasure as her mouth, lips and tongue began to work their talent. He knew with all that was going on here, if he wasn’t careful he’d blow his load fast so, as much as it felt like heaven eventually he withdrew his cock and announced to whoever was listening he wanted her ass first but that would be sometime much later. Apparently everyone was listening including Liz who asked if she would be allowed to see what she was getting herself into.

With that the men sat up for a bit and began talking amongst each other as to how this would work. Drinking their beers Liz was momentarily forgotten as they decided how to position her.



With some trepidation Liz concentrated on her breathing for a few minutes. The men as thoughtful and kind as they were at the moment intended to fill her in every way possible while plunging into her with three pounding hard cocks, and all at the same time. She would be stretched and filled and hopefully well lubed before this would actually happen. ‘Be careful what you wish for’ she thought.



So deep into her thoughts she startled herself as she actually shivered with her excitement. Who would’ve thought a whispered sexual fantasy to a friend late one night, would two years later become a reality.



As she tried reining in her crazy thoughts into the soulful sounds of the music, pumping in through the bedroom speakers she couldn’t help her spooked reaction as she felt hands begin to massage her shins and calves. “Settle down” Matt cooed as his hands moved to work the strap loose from around each ankle. She had to admit she liked the overall early impressions of this fellow. From his kissing to groping and now his oversized hands on her legs felt wonderful too.



Soon she was freed of all restrains and patiently waited for the blindfold to be removed. After several minutes she realized they either forgot or had changed their minds for now.



This was because they all wanted to have a little fun with her first without her knowing who was doing what. Liz thought she knew Cal well but she was about to find out it may not be well enough.



For the next hour or so any fears or anxiousness Liz may have felt were completely forgotten as she was kept so busy with other sensations she was incapable of thinking. Cal, Matt and Jim made her their cock sucking, finger humping, tit manipulated whore.



As a groping hand fondled her right breast someone sucked and tongued her left. She had no idea if it was the same man but loved the gentle or sometimes not so gentle pressure that was continually applied to both. So engrossed in those feelings she didn’t realize her legs were being lifting until they rested on shoulders and her heels touched his smooth back. This man then proceeded to give the backs of each of her knees exquisite torturous pleasures before going down further and giving her clit a lapping she soon wouldn’t forget. When her climax came it was so intense she gushed for the first time that night. The shock of the man between her legs was priceless but didn’t detour him in the least. Loving her tangy taste he changed his position and dove in for more then added another treat for her by fingering her cunt at the same time. This sent her cumming, while panting and gasping in pure joy.



Observed by the man at her tits he paid a little more attention and watched her next orgasm build. Just as she was about to cum again he pulled on both of her engorged nipples hard. The pressure applied there in unison of her climax was overwhelming. Not only did she gush again but shot a spray of liquid three feet long, narrowly missing the man between her legs. Male laughter erupted filling the air with this discovery as a silent challenge was put out to make it happen again. As all this went on over and over Liz worshiped, cursed, moaned and groaned. Well that was until her opened mouth had a cock pushed into it.



Somehow she had been turned to have her head tilt back just off the edge of the bed. This allowed for a man to straddle her head and feed her his cock while giving adequate room to the man at her breasts to suckle and pinch, grope and mash or even fuck her tits without being bothered. This man choose to lay at the left side of her or at the top of the bed while the third man lay at the bottom of the bed and to her right side. His job at present was to stimulate her clit and both holes. A job each man took great pride in doing, as it was his turn.



She was truly in ecstasy never knowing whose hand, tongue or cock would send her over the edge yet again.



Suddenly there was a finger in her ass. She was so wet down there it was no wonder he managed to slip it in with little notice but as he added a second finger then a short time later a third she knew full well what his intensions were. Things were happening at such a record pace now Liz was never allowed the time to concentrate on any one sensation. After each climax the men would rotate counter clockwise where other hands or body parts would manipulate or fuck her. It was to the point that she no longer recognized whose cock was in her mouth as their girth and hairless skin were very much the same, only the height of their legs, and how they bent over her being a very good clue if only she had the time to think about it.



The male now honing in on her ass came from her left. The man on her right she believed choosing to suck and gently bite her right nipple while one of his hands continually squeezed her other nipple and his other hand fingered her slippery clitoris. How he managed to work both hands and suck at the same time she didn’t know but he was fast taking her on yet another ride to glory.



Arching into his hand at her clit gave the man at her ass more play room. In no time at all he’d worked in three fingers and was stretching her hole wider, opening her with ease. Using one brawny arm and hand to hold up her legs out of his way he knew she was almost ready to take the first cock there too but not before he used one or two of those butt plugs he saw within his reach.



A silent scream muffled deep in her throat as the cock in her mouth pushed barriers she’d never done before. The man at her head had forced his shaft in so deep he was actually in her throat by a couple of inches. With tears in her eyes she breathed through her nose and was quite astonished that her gag reflex was held at bay. After several still moments were he didn’t move for fear of coming right then and there or worse, her biting down he pulled his cock out. Both panting heavily as she willed herself to relax her tensed body from the shock.



Intense as that moment was for both, neither person complained or stopped. In fact as soon as he regained his control over his urges he stuffed her face full, cautiously watching as her sweet lips surrounded his girth. Using her soft capable hands she worked him like a master of the art, stroking his longer length up and down while her gentle tongue lapped, deliciously at the shaft. Again and again she worked his cock in and out of her warm wet mouth bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Grunting and looking for distraction he took over the manipulation of her breasts forcing the guy to his right to sit up and change his position.



Noticing the third male was about to fit a smaller sized butt plug into her ass all of them watched in awe as slowly he fed the cone shaped silicone into her. Giving Liz a few seconds to adjust with the intrusion everyone seemed to hold their breaths not blinking as they stared. A wetted finger applying a steady pressure to her clit gave enough distraction to her that soon she seemed comfortable, so he began to slowly draw it out only to work it back in. As her anal ring slowly relaxed with the work of the two men, he gently pumped her repeating the slow steady movements again and again. Popping it out he quickly replaced it with a larger plug and again the men stared in amazement as she successfully took it. The much larger width of this one, stretching her opening wider and wider, easily wide enough to accommodate any of the gentlemen in the room.



Liz couldn’t help herself after several minutes of the doubled stimulation she came again long and hard. Butt plug and cock in her mouth removed she took several minutes to recover while the men again rotated positions.



Cal found himself to her ass as Liz was rolled onto her tummy but on top of Matt. Jim was forced to stand on the bed over Matt while it was his turn to fuck Liz’ mouth. Fingering Liz’ cunt Cal wiped her slippery goo over his cockhead and shaft then placed the tip to her back entrance. Working a good amount of spittle in his mouth he leaned forward and dropped it directly into her winking hole, seconds before he started pushing himself in. She moaned softly around Jim’s throbbing cock taking him deeper into her mouth while Cal slowly worked his cockhead into her. Matt took the opportunity to reach around and use his fingers on her sensitized clit as he’d already learned enough about Liz to know this helped to relax her inner muscles while she was being over stimulated. It wasn’t long before Cal nodded he was all the way in. He stopped moving at this point and allowed Liz to internally control when he would next move. Closing his eyes he fought off the need to cum as it never ceased to amaze him as to how incredibly tight she was back here. Liz focused on Jim working her lips and tongue up and down his thickened shaft. Gradually her eyes were adjusting to the light as she’d ripped off her mask and the scarf while being flipped over and the men were so focused on her other parts.



Determined to concentrate on this task she slowly relaxed and the tension within her shoulders and arched back gradually gave way. This was Matt’s sign and he took it stuffing his thick cock into her over slippery but tight cunt.



The tightness for him was also overwhelming as the pressure of Cal’s buried cock lay heavily inside her. Eventually he too pushed his entire length in then stopped and waited for a sign from Liz.



With a bit of a nod from her both men simultaneously began to work their cocks in and out. As one pulled the other pushed slowly at first but rapidly building up speed. The sensations were amazing as she felt each man work her over. Try as she might she found it very difficult to ignore the huge pressure that began to build almost immediately inside her. Refocusing and trying desperately to distract herself she instead feasted on Jim working him in and out of her hungry mouth in time to the seesaw she was feeling. As his climax built he would toss his head back and hiss while holding his cock to her mouth with one hand and the other holding the back of her head. Slurping and gulping Liz did her magic and pumped Jim to the point where he finally exploded into the back of her mouth. That was everyone’s undoing. As Jim couldn’t control his vocal air assault both Matt and Cal exploded themselves with several cusses and curses of their own but not to be out done by the crazy whale that emanated from Liz. The four lost in an audio quartet that easily drowned out the piped in music around them.



Completely spent and exhausted Liz began to laugh. It was so contagious that soon everyone was laughing or groaning while separating from each other. As Liz collapsed fully onto Matt’s belly he soothingly rubbed her back then cradled her within his arms. She was one feisty woman and he was truly impressed with her um, talents.



Cal sat back and began massaging her legs while Jim decided the globes of her ass cheeks needed a massage there too. A few minutes later, all the men made their way on shaky limbs to the living room where Cal played host and served everyone with a fresh drink.



Liz took the opportunity to head to the bathroom and gave herself a quick sponge bath with cloth and towel before brushing her teeth then tying up her hair and patting it into a semblance of order. She then donned her favorite fluffy white robe before joining the men. She was greeted with astonishment as she managed to walk quite well considering all that she’d just been put through. Thanking Cal for her drink she downed half the glass savoring the liquid heat as it burned slowly down her throat. Then made her way to the kitchen where she busied herself with popping in sheets of edible goodies into the double ovens.



Twenty minutes later the sounds of their party of four quieted while they ate and drank in casual comfortableness. Later still with tummies sated and muscles somewhat relaxed Liz suggested they all head to her hot tub on the balcony for a while. This was greeted with an exuberant response so after some quick drink refills and her showing the men where the towels where kept they headed outdoors. Soon the all were emersed chest deep into the heated water while enjoying the tranquility of the surrounding night skies.



Cal was pleasantly pleased of the way this evening was shaping up but just the same he was also the first to air his only serious complaint. He had hoped to cum onto Liz’ body and see his spunk as it flew and landed on her. To him it was such a turn on. With that said Jim and Matt quickly agreed that they too would’ve enjoyed that sight indeed. Also another man mentioned the fact she had all these wonderful toys and none but the butt plugs were used. A moment of missed opportunity hung in the air but was soon dissipated with little debate as a second ‘cumming’ was to be planned. The evening was young after all and there was still so much more they could do together or not.



And plan they did as each man suggested how he wanted to use a certain toy or cum in a certain place on or in Liz. Hoping to be tied up again Liz sat back sipping her drink and said very little. She was overwhelmed with their madness but secretly so turned on too. She supposed some would think she was quite the tramp being given so much attention as it were but then again, how many women could honestly boast using three men to fulfill her needs like she had as opposed to being used by three men. After all, they were her guests.



It was decided that each man would get to spend thirty minutes alone with Liz. What he chose to do with her would be done behind a closed door. It was also the responsibility of each man to help clean Liz up and any toys used after their use. This was added by Liz who figured she would be too exhausted to do it herself. The egos of each male had the guys all agreeing. Rock, paper, scissors was the means used to decide who would get her in what order. Jimmy was the lucky fucker while Matt would be considered the loser as he would be last. So with that decided Jim sprang out of the hot tub and eagerly grabbed her elbow to help her out. She smiled thinking all chivalry hadn’t been lost on any of these men.



With the bedroom door closed the first thing Jim did was remove her hair clip to let it fall in waves around her head. Putting his hands on her shoulders he forced her to her knees and instructed her to suck him off again like she’d done earlier. Taking his flaccid cock in hand she proceeded to blow him in her normal fashion. She had no idea she was considered any good at it, only that she tried the best she could every time. As his cock hardened he wrapped each of his fists into her hair and began to rock his hips and pump his cock faster into her mouth. Rapidly she was losing control of the situation and pulled back to express her concern. That earned her a dirty look from him who was so very close to cumming but lost the sensation immediately. He tugged at her hair indicating she was to stand up and ordered her to get on her knees on the bed.



Jim was right pissed off. The alcohol had fueled some demon within him making him want to lash out at this spoiled bitch, friend or not of Cal’s. Parting her legs with his own he allowed her to kneel forward on her one arm while he held the other behind her back. With his other free hand he swatted both of her ass cheeks repeatedly until both were a vivid pink. Placing his cock into her somewhat wetted cunt he drove himself into the hilt knowing full well she was ill prepared.



As Liz cussed him out and attempted to dislodge herself from his cruelty she found his strength overbearing. The grip on her now twisted arm increased as well as he grabbed a fist full of her hair. Any attempt made by her to inch forward was now banished. His cold voice made her bristle as he reminded her of how she seemed to love the attention Cal had given her earlier. He further implied how quickly ones reputation could be ruined among Cal’s friends if she dared to complain. Then he proceeded to slam and pound her hard with his massive cock for the next several minutes.



Seething as she was Liz spied her alarm clock set on the bedside table beside her bed and wondered how long she could endure this as he still had another fifteen or so minutes before his time was up. She wasn’t scared exactly as she was known to like it a little rough sometimes but a threat…



She also wondered briefly if Cal had any clue as to what kind of guy Jimmy really was. Thinking not, she did her best to shut out any of the discomfort he caused while he continued to fuck her. When his cock slipped out of her cunt and he began to push it into her anus she began to panic. Please she whimpered to him but her pleas fell on deft ears.



With practiced experience he placed his knee into her back to hold her down as he changed tactics and quickly reached for the handcuffs that had glinted at him all evening, slapping them on both of her wrists which had been painfully pulled behind her back she heard and felt them digging into skin around each.



He then grabbed the ball gag and made short work of the head gear, even with her pitiful struggles. The spreader bar was next and in a few short minutes she was completely immobile. Squeezing a liberal amount of lube onto his cock he then mounted her. Again he slipped himself into her cunt and worked himself in and out several times while repeatedly smacking her ass with an opened palm. She could literally feel him get harder inside with each slap while outside she felt the burning stings of pain as heat seemed to radiate from her sore ass. But still she squeezed her eyes tightly shut expressing not a sound while he continued. She refused to give him the satisfaction.



And then he was there again at her anal opening. As her sphincter was forced to give way she couldn’t help it but screamed loudly behind the gag. He was going too far was her shuttering thought.



Unfortunately for her nothing could be heard through the solid walls of the room. Grabbing her hips Jim gripped and squeezed hard enough to leave nail indentations. He was so caught up in the sensations Liz’ super tight channel emitted he didn’t realize his time was fast approaching the end. It didn’t matter though as two more strokes later he was cumming. He pulled himself out of her then and watched as a jet of spunk landed on her lower back to slide down between her burning cheeks. “Roll over” he ordered and she complied as best she could. The spreader bar not allowing her to complete her turn and leaving her legs twisted and crossed. His second and third jet hit her both in the face just like he’d hoped. He watched with a satisfying grin as cum hung from her chin and across her nose.



Jim noted the time and hastily released her from the bonds then stepped into the en-suite. After using a dry cloth to wipe himself off he quickly wiped an unmoving Liz down. ‘Get over yourself’ he whispered into her ear, ‘someone needed to remind you who the real dominate was around here’ he continued. Replacing the gadgets used to restrain her. He told her to sit up and smile and she complied.



Her loathing anger with him would have to be harnessed and put on a back burner for now but she swore revenge for him in the scalding look she gave his back just moments before he opened the bedroom door.



Cal was just about to knock with one hand while juggling the bottle neck of his beer and Liz’s refreshed drink in the other. At Jim’s timely exit and Liz’ plastered smile he had no clue anything was amiss.



Giving the door a kick behind him Cal handed Liz her drink. Watching her guzzle the whole thing without stopping left him with his mouth gaping. He knew she was drinking hard stuff that tended to burn quite a bit as it went down. “You okay” he questioned.

“Sure” she replied shaking her head with the punch of the alcohol “what gave you the idea I wasn’t” she continued.



“Not used to seeing you drink so much I guess” was his reply.



She shrugged but smiled sweetly at him so the questioning for the time being had stopped.



“Was thinking of taking you against the wall, standing up” he suggested.



“Front or back to the wall” she asked.



“Maybe both, not sure” was his response.



Liz got off the bed and put down her glass before gingerly moving over to the bare wall. She hoped she wasn’t cringing with each movement as her butt was still stinging and her anal opening throbbed. She really hoped Cal hadn’t notice her discomforts.



He had not as he was busy looking over her toys and deciding. With a couple of items gathered within his hand he walked over to her and asked if she’d mind holding them. A quick glance by Liz approved of his choices as both were actually smaller vibrators intended to be used on her clit — at least she hoped that’s where he intended on using them.



Cal pulled over the spreader bar and for the third time she was strapped to the thing. He stretched her legs out only to a point that she could still stand but noted how easily she could lose her balance and topple over. Locking the bar into place so it wouldn’t close while they played, he then had her stretch her arms over her head whilst standing on her tiptoes. Quickly he twisted into the wall two metal eye hooks which he intended to tie her cuffed arms to. As he went to put on the first cuff he noticed the darkening rings around Liz’s wrist. “Seems I’m not the only one playing into your fetish for being tied up” he commented while rubbing them tenderly. “Do they hurt” he inquired. Turning her head away so he couldn’t read her eyes she shook her head no. Though truth to be told she was more than sore everywhere. A few minutes later both arms were secured to the wall as he stepped back to admire his handy work.



Picking up one of the smallest vibrators he turned it on and tested the level of speed. He knew as a general rule the smaller the object the bigger the vibe and with time ticking by and wasting he wanted to bring Liz off to a quick orgasm or on second thought…maybe not but close, before actually fucking her. When he went to place it on her clit he noticed how very dry she had become. This just wasn’t like her and as he thought about it ‘where was the bubbly woman of the early evening’.



Thinking the booze was having an effect on her he shrugged it off as he proceeded to buzz her clit and started kissing her tentatively at the same time. Slowly as his kiss deepened he drew her out of where she’d been cause she was soon kissing him back with an equal passion. Using his free hand he groped at her breasts then tugged at each nipple. She was starting to pant as the buzzing of the vibe began to reek it’s havoc. He held it there a few more seconds then pulled away before she actually reached her climax.



Visibly slumping within her bonds Liz was surprised Cal was able to make her feel good at all considering what had happened, a short time ago. His ignorance was a blessing as he playfully brought back the joy in being bound while he teased and controlled her. Twice more he brought the tiny vibe to her clit and held it there just until she showed visible signs that she was about to cum.



With her body responding more like normal Cal used the vibe on her nipples now circling each repeatedly until they puckered. Sucking on one while he teased the other had her moaning and trying to draw her legs closed. Snickering with her lack of success reminded him that she was his to use for now. He went back over to the dresser and picked up a chain with nipple clamps and screws attached at each of the ends. Fitting the rubber clamps over her larger nipples took a bit of work but soon he had screwed them down to a pinch she insisted wasn’t too painful.



Little did she know the constant pressing pressure combined with the weight of the heavy chain would soon have them aching from over stimulation, given too long a time.



Again he stepped back to take in his mastery. Turning he picked up a much larger vibrator but not as thick as the average penis then moved before her. Using his hips he grinded his cock across her sex rubbing himself up and down between her wet slit. She bit down on her lip but still he heard her sharp intake of breath and knew it met with heated approval. So when he turned on the vibe and placed it to her anal opening he was surprised at her skittish reaction. She started whimpering no and wriggling away or trying to and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Capturing her lips in his teeth he lightly bit down drawing her focus back to him rather than her backside. Keeping her attention he kissed her again and again while skillfully manipulating her clit then alternatively finger fucked her. She was burning with a need to cum as he artfully built her desire up. Turning the vibrator on in his other hand again he felt her flinch just slightly as he gently pressed it against her asshole.



Keeping his fingers busy with her clit he kept her distracted enough that she was able to except the intrusion of the vibe as he very slowly pushed it in. Her breathing had changed drastically, almost sounding laboured but other than the small flinch at the start she seemed relaxed so he continued with his play.



When the vibrator was fully embedded less the handle inside her he released her tongue that he’d been sucking on and with the hand that was playing with her clit he now guided the head of his cock passed her pussy lips.



Stroking her wetness from her clit to her opening he watched her face as her eyes closed in concentration a small frown appeared between her brows and again she bit down on her lower lip. She looked so incredibly sexy at that very moment that he almost lost his control before he even started.



The head of his cock was in so he reached around and turned the vibrator up an extra notch. He could feel it now through the inner walls of her vagina. Sliding himself deeper inside he held firmly there and enjoyed the tightness for a few brief moment before his bent legs reminded him of the strain he was putting on them. With that he started a rhythm that both found comfortable. Pumping slowly then gradually faster he gaged her reactions while he again built up her climax as well as his own. Carefully he wedged his hand between them and found her slippery clit. As his finger rhythmically brushed back and forth he felt her inner muscles start to contract harder and harder around his cock. He was so close but still he watched until finally she growled with her pent up release.



He pulled out then leaving her empty except for the vibe while he sprayed his hot sperm across her clamped tits and belly and she soaked the floor beneath her.



Hurriedly he removed the vibe from her ass and turned it off then collapsed on the bed for a few minutes. Finally sitting up to take several sips from his warmed beer gave him just enough stamina to stand up and offer Liz a sip or two. She gladly drank the proffered beer feeding her parched mouth with a desired wetness. Turning her head away she indicated she was done and he removed it only to finish off the last of what was in the bottle. A look at the clock showed him he had another seven minutes to clean up as per the rules. Lacking the energy he slowly made his way to the attached bathroom and grabbed a new cloth which he dampened in warm water then wrung out and also grabbed a dry towel. Leaving the cloth and towel on the dresser he realized it was best if he undid Liz from her binding before trying to wash her off. She looked utterly spent hanging within her bonds.



He undid the cuffs at her feet first then moved the spreader bar back to stand in the corner. He then released the clamps from her nipples. As the blood flowed back tingling pain filled her causing her to cry out. He didn’t dare touch her nipples but instead kneaded around her breasts until she told him the pain dissipated to a dull ache. Next he leaned a shoulder into her chest bone to hold her up while he undid the ties and cuffs that suspended her from the wall.



She literally collapsed into his arms so he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Laying her down Cal was quite concerned at her level of exhaustion. “How about some water” he suggested. She grunted a reply but made no movement. Cal picked up the vibrators used and washed them quickly in the sink then brought Liz the offered water in the glass she’d emptied earlier. She sat up finally showing some signs of life and soon had drunk the entire thing. “Parched and tired” she explained. After a very un-lady-like burp she handed him back the glass and reached for the damp cloth. No longer showing the signs of fatigue he watched as she cleaned up her chest and stomach removing all traces of his dried cum before also handing the cloth back to him. With a bright smile she pecked him on the cheek noting the time then suggested he put the stuff in his arms back to the bathroom before opening the bedroom door. Cal smiled down at her then quickly left the glass on the sink counter then dropped cloth and unused towel into the hamper.



He was half way to the door when an eager Matt opened the door. “What’s up” he asked at an attempt at cheap humor. “Not much” Cal replied, glancing briefly down at his limp cock before smiling broadly at Matt. With one more backward look at Liz confirming she was okay he waved and closed the door behind him.



Matt was an only child raised by a single Mom who loved him as dearly as he did her. Yep a bona-fide Momma’s boy, all six foot two of him. He not only loved his Momma but he loved women too, any of them, all of them. He couldn’t help himself. They were so soft, so small and looked so dang fragile.



So it was no wonder when brave little Lizzy looked up to him with those big blue eyes of hers, attempted a small smile but then burst into tears that his heart clenched almost choking him.



“What’s wrong” he asked his voice laced with concern.



She shook her head back and forth unable to speak, her mussed glossy waves of chestnut hair bouncing around her angelic face.



She was totally embarrassed with her feminine whiles and tried to explain. “I…I’m…can’t…in frustration she flipped over burying her head into the bedding and let herself cry.



Feeling like an overgrown beast he sat down heavily aside her thinking, as he always did that she was afraid of him. Hesitantly he placed an oversized hand on the small of her back and soothingly began to rub her, his gentle hand going round and round in tiny circles then getting bigger as her sobs started to settle and then abate entirely.



“I won’t hurt you little one” he admonished honestly.



She sniffled, hiccupped and nodded her head as she sat herself back up and looked at him directly. With a tear stained face she softly smiled and whispered “I think I knew that but thank you just the same for saying so”.



“Is it me” he questioned.



“No” she answered honestly. “It’s me” she continued. “And all that has happened tonight. I’m a lot drunk and little overwhelmed” she admitted.



Matt nodded in understanding but he didn’t understand at all. He was confused. She was so…spunky and accommodating earlier. A direct contrast from the picture she presented right now he thought. And then a light bulb went on…



“Did Cal hurt you” he blurted while she visibly saw him puff up.



“No, No he wouldn’t, never…” she affirmed while placing a settling light hand over his clenched one.



He searched her unwavering eyes and sighed knowing instinctively her steady gaze back at him spoke the truth. That meant she must be afraid of him was his guilty, self-conscience thought and groaned loudly as he flopped himself back on the bed. “It was my cock that almost choked you earlier” he confessed.



“What, no, it’s not you, truly” she consoled. “It’s the booze” she sort of lied. “I’m just kind of done” she finished, at least that much was the truth.



Sitting back up again and searching her eyes, expressive, bold and the prettiest shade of blue… “Do you wear contacts” he blurted again.



A genuine smile exploded on her face “No” she said frankly. And not for the first time in her life either. “They change shades of blues depending on my mood or what I wear” she further explained.



“They are truly beautiful” he complimented.



“Thank you” was her shy reply. Feeling tingles from head to toes. “Hey…, what was your plan here” she softly inquired while changing the topic off of her”.



Leaning back on his elbows he shrugged. “Honestly I had no real plan. Thought perhaps we could start off like we did earlier sharing some of those amazing kisses and just see where it goes” he sheepishly replied.



Nodding and grinning she carefully got up and informed “I need to use the washroom but will be right back. Don’t move okay” she admonished.



Five minutes later she was back and like a stalking cat she was crawling onto the bed toward him. In order to diminish his silly notions of her being afraid of him she decided to be the aggressive for the moment. Curling up next to him, she sat herself up just enough to reach his sexy lips. With a dainty tongue she traced the outline first before softly licking at the delicate flesh. On a faint sigh she purred as if she was savoring his taste.



It was so erotic he shivered feeling his loins stirring. ‘Wow’ he thought as he then felt her hand cup the back of his head and draw him up. Their lips met and like a match to dried kindling they ignited.



Matt’s hands reached for her soothingly petting her, stroking her with the most feather light touches. When he pulled her over to straddle him she was almost like putty.



Regaining her senses she remembered she wanted to be the aggressor so taking the lead and reaching for his hands she grabbed and guided both to lay beside them relaxed on the bed. Holding them still she grudgingly broke off their kiss but instead licked and suckled along his firm chin, swirling her tongue into the dimple there before carrying on.



Her warm wet lips travelled all over his face and neck area before finally finding a spot just behind his ear that she received her first gasp from him. Tracing the contours of his ear she wetted, teased then nibbled before worshiping that spot some more to drive him just a little mad she then inched her body down to continue lower. Gradually she made her way to his nipples. Nipping and teasing as she felt his body stirring and respond with sexual tension. When he attempted to lift his hands and participate she firmly pressed them back down insisting he not do that just yet.



Figuring his patients were wearing a little thin she moved farther down still, the lips of her moist cunt gliding over then shrouding his hardened shaft, where she settled to grind and gently rocked back and forth. Ignoring the delicious shivers she was receiving she focused instead on heightening his pleasure. Reaching around herself she used her nails to travel the insides of his thighs up and down, again and again before grasping his balls.



Firmly she squeezed and massaged while watching his face and more specifically his Adam’s apple as it bobbed with his swallows. Releasing him she again slid down. This time leaning low and letting her nipples drag across his flattened stomach before resting in the junction of his legs. Pressing her tits together she used them to cradle then fuck his pulsing, twitching cock. Looking at his reactions again…eyes closed, composure in check, but his breathing was slowed and deeper as if it was taking every ounce of his concentration to maintain control. Her lips curled into a pleased smile before she opened her mouth to devour him determined to show no mercy.



Her efforts lasted all of a minute or so as no sooner then she gently suckled before starting to swirl her tongue around his swollen gland he fiercely roared while reaching for her beneath her arms and hauling her up the length of him.



“Oh Lizzy” was all she heard as he ceased her clever lips with his own capturing them in a playful nip then proceeded to devour her instead with his mouth and tongue. At some point they had rolled and now he looked down at her with such tenderness she was somewhat taken aback.



‘Don’t stop’ pleaded those coaxing, erotic eyes seconds before her long wispy lashes closed to hide the rest of her thoughts.



All too soon it ended and he was up leaving the bed whilst she was filled with abandonment. The disappointment surprisingly, quite over whelming. Blinking rapidly she fixed her view on him as she tried to articulate what he had just said.



“Do you trust me” he repeated.



Not trusting herself to speak Liz slowly nodded.



With a grin he turned to walk over to her toy collection. Not seeing what he was looking for he did a quick scan of her bedroom before walking over to her closest. Opening the doors she watched as he began to move hung up items this way and that. Shortly he was back to the end of the bed and draped in his hands were a couple of scarves and two belts removed from robes.



“Okay” with lifted eyebrows he asked of her.



Again she nodded around the lump that had formed in her throat with his continued courtesy.



She was tied in an X again but all the ties were only secured superficially. Each in a bow where if at any time she was to want to stop her own hand could pull the ties freeing her.



Even the long bathrobe ties were well placed, giving her room to stretch and bend her legs if she needed yet she could see she was bound sometimes, the illusion being more than enough.



Settling himself in the crook of her right arm and leg he placed a large hand flat on her tummy with the other tucked under his head to support it as he gazed down at her and ask with a teasing husky voice “where were we?”.



She couldn’t control the sloppy grin on her face any more then she could contain the laughter shinning from her eyes. She knew then without a doubt if she wasn’t careful she could easily fall for this man and his boyish antics.



It was with much regret that a sleepy eyed Cal opened the bedroom door appearing at that precise moment.



Matt and Liz exchanged one more heated gaze at each other before both turned to acknowledge and respond simultaneously “Is time up” both inquired then laughed together.



Cal joined the laughter nodding an affirmative “yea about forty five minutes ago. I fell asleep on the couch then woke up I guess to Jimmy leaving” he explained, as he sat himself to Liz’s left and handed Matt a beer then showed Liz the bottle of water he had brought for her.



“Looks like you might need a hand with this” was his obvious statement but also noticed the briefest of a cloud that drifted across Liz’ face then vanished.



Quickly recovering from the mention of his name she produced a grateful look lifting her head as much as she could while Cal uncapped the bottle then placed it to her lips. Sated she lay back down then playfully teased both men with inviting lifts of her brows and giving them both cheeky bold winks. All laughed again but Liz also caught the quick exchange of questions between men. It would seem both were asking the other for permission or something. Closing her eyes she shook her head not understanding why neither bothered to include her, there by missing the exchange of which man was going up while the other went down.



It was with much delight that Liz opened her eyes to watch as Matt’s lips descended again devouring hers. Captivated and moaning under his spell she was soon purring with their duel efforts as Cal’s lips suckled below. Twisting and turning within her restricting bonds she was in her glory, each man manipulating her senses continuously. At one point she recalled Cal finding the sweet spot that drove her mad with his finger while he constantly rolled her clit with his tongue and at the same time she felt Matt’s thumbs and forefingers working and pinching her hardened nipples. Wave after wave she rode the tides of orgasms her panting, labored and fierce.

Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this please remember:



This is a Novel




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96. The Reaper Claims Us All



Bruno and Victoria Valentino were walking down a path at the Fort Polk Joint Use Base that they had walked many times before. It was a pleasant fall day in Louisiana. The summer heat had finally given way to more pleasant temperatures. Without the stress of running the ‘Family Business’ and looking over his shoulder for someone to kill him, he had found a life of leisure. Victoria also seemed to youthen during their time together.



Bruno said, “Damn this pain in my back, it just won’t go away.”



Victoria replied, “I will rub it for you, again, but why won’t you go see the doctor?”



“Those quack chiropractors are just going to adjust my spine, and crack every rib I have.”



“Bruno, go see the doctor. Maybe he can give you a pill to relax your muscles.”



“I don’t think it’s…” Bruno fell to the ground face first.



Victoria screamed as she turned him over, “Bruno, talk to me. What’s wrong with you?”



The cameras that were following their movements alerted the medics. Military personnel, and a military ambulance were there within minutes, but it was too late. Bruno Valentino, head of the New York crime family that controlled the Island of Manhattan was dead.



Victoria was devastated. 42 years of marriage had ended. She tried to console herself saying they were together at the end, and he did not suffer.



She had duty’s to perform now. She had to call Stephano, her daughters, and the ‘Family.’ Stephano would be her first call.



Stephano looked at his cell phone. He smiled when he saw it was his mother. He was excited to hear from her.



“Hello mother; are you well?”



“Yes, my son, I am very well, but I have some terrible news. Your father passed away a few hours ago.”



Stephano could not breathe for a moment. Victoria asked, “Stephano, are you all right?”



“Mother, I didn’t know he was sick.”



“The truth is he wasn’t sick. We were both fine. We were out for a walk, and he was complaining about a pain in his back. It didn’t seem like anything major, and I asked him to go to the doctor. He just fell to the floor. The medics were here in moments, but he was dead before they could do anything for him. Apparently, he had a heart attack. They will be doing an autopsy, to verify it. Damn him, Stephano; him and his pizzas. He could have lived another 20 years without them.”



“Mom, Patricia, and I will be down tomorrow. Don’t worry; we will take care of everything.”



*****



“Patty, call Michael, my father just passed away. We are going Louisiana.”



“I’m so sorry, Stephano. Your mother must be devastated. I will call Michael this instant. His agents aren’t even here yet. He is going to have a fit.”



“I don’t care, my mother is more important.”



She picked up the phone to call Michael. “Michael, I have a problem. Bruno Valentino just passed away. Stephano wants to go to Louisiana now. Your people are not here yet. Please don’t be angry with me.”



“What do you mean my people are not there yet? They should have been there more than an hour ago.”



“They are not here, Michael. No one has shown up.”



“Patty, take Harold and get out of there now. Tell everyone else that anyone that shows up from this point on is not a friendly. Patty move, and move quickly.”



She hung up the phone, and yelled, “Alan, we have company coming, and they are not friendly. Michael wants me and Harold out of here now.”



Alan came bounding down the stairs. “I bet they’re looking for their two friends as well as you and Harold. Take the Rover, go out the back way, and get to your aircraft in Prescott. We will make their visit very unfriendly.”



“Do you want me to take Callum with me?”



“No, just drop him off at Cassie’s, and tell Sergeant to get over here. I’ll call in the cavalry.”



******



Alan called the Public Service Building in Cottonwood, and told Amanda to let him speak to the idiot.



“Alan, only I am allowed to call him an idiot. You have to call him Sheriff, Sheriff Idiot, or Elmore.”



“Okay Amanda, can I speak to Sheriff Idiot, please?”



“I heard that Alan. Whatever it is, you can’t have it.”



“Okay, the next time the town Council wants to elect a new Sheriff, it won’t be you. There is going to be a shootout at my house very shortly, and we are going to be outmanned and outgunned. I will have Susan send an email to your office explaining why we are all dead.”



“Who is after you now, Alan?”



“They are not after me, you idiot, they are after Patricia, Harold, and our two hostages. They cannot afford to have four witnesses against them. Do you think you can send some help now?”



“Cars will be there in less than 10 minutes.”



“Thank you Elmore.”



The two men in the barn were gagged, and then covered under a mound of hay.



Susan took up a position in the loft of the barn, with her rifle and ammunition. Alan was on the roof of the house, behind the chimney, with his rifle, and Beretta. Sergeant took a position close to the gravel road. He was well covered by trees and brush. He had his rifle and a 9-mm. automatic, courtesy of one of the captured gunmen.



The men who came for them this time were experts. They did not drive in. They walked in slowly, in camouflage fatigues, and looked for anything that was out of the ordinary. Two men walked within 15 feet of Sergeant’s position, and never saw him.



There were no vehicles in front of Susan’s home. The men were wondered if they had come at a very opportune time.



Local birds were chirping, as if nothing was wrong in the area. Sergeant saw two men approaching from the rear of Susan’s house and he needed to warn Alan. He imitated the call of a Cactus Wren, but just a little louder than the real bird.



Alan recognized the fake birdcall, and peaked towards Sergeants position.



Sergeant did not raise his head, just his arm pointing towards the rear of the house, with two fingers in the air. Alan understood the significance of the message. He had to take those two men out, before they entered his home. He stayed on the lee side of the house, and quickly moved below the ridgeline.



The two men had their weapons pointed towards the ground as he fired his first fatal shot, with his Beretta. The second gunman was startled, but raised his weapon and started to fire on full automatic mode. Alan slid to his right, over the ridge of his house, before he could take out the second man. The back of his home was now secure, but every other man, in this contingent, was now aware that there was a trap waiting for them.



From his hide, Sergeant took out the two men who passed him by. He returned to cover before anyone could see him.



As soon as sirens could be heard coming down the dirt road, the remaining men scattered. One became a target for Susan, and she hit him square between the shoulder blades, as he retreated. She changed her position to the far side of the barn, and caught another man as he reached the alternate route out of her property. She shot him in the hip. He was going anywhere.



The police captured three more, after a furious firefight. This left one man unaccounted for, as he disappeared through the brush.



Elmore and another officer greeted him, when he reached their hidden vehicles.



It was getting to the point that Susan’s barn had almost as many inmates as horses. The horses were still in the lead by three head: two geldings, eight mares, against seven men.



Doctor Ted Vincennes, with some helpful hospital staff, was doing as much outpatient surgery, as he did inpatient. He made sure to leave very impressive and identifiable scars on each of the men he treated. He took pictures of his work, just for his records.



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97. Fight or Flight



They tried to reach the crew of the aircraft all the way to the airport, but they could not contact them by cell phone. They were nowhere to be found. No one at the Flight Service Station had heard from them since they parked the aircraft the day before, had it serviced, and the tanks filled with fuel.



Patricia looked at Stephano and said, “They may all be captured, or killed for all we know. These people may have gotten to them. I can do it Stephano, I know I can. We have to get out of here now. I know I promised you I wouldn’t, but please trust me, I can fly this airplane. We are in grave danger on the ground, and if they get to us, you, I, and our babies are dead.”



Harold said, “I can’t fly, but I can help you with air traffic control. I played with the simulators at home.”



Callie took Stephano’s arm. “Steph, I’d rather take a chance on these two in the air, than wait to get shot on the ground.”



Stephano shook his head in defeat, as he looked at the three people waiting for his decision. He looked at his wife and said, “Patty, just make sure we have enough gas to get there.”



She smiled at him, and said, “I promise, I’ll even check the oil.”



“Wife, you are going to be the death of me.”



Patty kissed him, and said, “I certainly hope so.”



He smacked her ass, and said, “Alright Captain, let’s get off the ground, quickly.”



Patty ran into the Flight Service Station, filed a flight plan to Polk AFB, put in Hank’s Pilot ID number, and was out the door in less than five minutes.



Stephano and Callie were strapped in their seats, praying. Harold contacted the tower for takeoff clearance, and Patty was at the controls. As she started the engines, and began her systems check, she looked at Harold and asked, “Which way is Runway 01?”



Harold looked at her with horror on his face.



“Relax Harold, I was just kidding. Call for taxi and take-off clearance.”



“Love Tower, this is 254 November, ready for taxi and takeoff instructions.”



“254 November, altimeter 3003, winds calm, climb and maintain one seven thousand, Contact Center 125.15, upon leaving 10 thousand. Cleared for takeoff, runway 01.”



Howard replied, “254 November, Roger, one seven thousand, contact Center 125.15 after leaving one zero thousand. Cleared for takeoff.”



Patty pushed the throttles forward; she released the brakes, turned onto the main runway and increased to 90% power. As all the dials showed positive readings, she increased to 100% power and waited for Harold to give her the speed-readings; from the card on his lap.



He called out, “V1,” seconds later, “VR” and finally, V2.



Patty pulled back on the yoke and the aircraft soared into the air, and raised the landing gear, when Harold called V2. She continued straight ahead; until she passed 3000 feet and started a right turned to heading 093 degrees, GPS, direct to New Orleans.



******



As they passed through 10,000 feet, Harold called Phoenix Center and asked for 43000 feet as a cruise altitude.



Patty put the aircraft on autopilot and called Michael. She knew what his reaction was going to be, so she turned the volume down low.



“Hello Patty, where are you?”



“I’m flying at 43,000 feet, on the GPS route to New Orleans.”



“Patty, repeat that for me please.”



“Don’t yell at me, Michael. We couldn’t contact our flight crew. We thought they might be dead. I have flown this airplane once before and I did fine. The airplane is flying itself right now, and will do so until we get to Louisiana. The only thing I have to do is land it. It is not that hard to do.”



Michael yelled, “Are you out of your fucking mind? Pilots train for years to get that right.”



“What would you have me you, Michael. Stay on the ground and get shot by those men, or take a chance and fly an airplane I flown before. The four of us made a decision, and we are flying safe and sound to Louisiana.”



“Okay Patricia, I forgive you. There was a shoot-out at Alan’s place. They are all safe, and we have several more in custody. I think you made the right decision. I will get you an escort as you approach Louisiana, all the way to landing.”



“It’s not necessary Michael, I can do it.”



“Patricia, my ulcer hasn’t acted up in months. My girls have even been good. All of a sudden, I have this knot forming in the center of my gut. Please don’t argue with me.”



“Okay Michael, you can get me your escort. However, if he shoots me down it’s your fault.”



“Harmony, would you find my Rolaids please. Patty’s trying to kill me again.”



“I am not Michael, I love you too much.”



“The first time you said that to me, you turned off my computers.”



“That was just to get your attention, and I did.”



“Why couldn’t you have gone to Treasury instead?”



“Would you believe me if I said it was because your building was uglier?”



“How can you joke at a time like this? I have to make arrangements for you to land at an Air Force base. I’ll talk to you later. I’ll also see you at Bruno’s funeral.”



“Michael thanks you for all your help.”



Her next phone call was going to be ugly. Her father was going to go ballistic.



******



“Hello dad, please stay calm, when I tell you what’s going on. Jemma and your son are depending on you.”



“Patricia, this sounds ominous. What is happening to you, and Stephano, now?”



“We believe teams of CIA men have tried to steal the programs Harold and I invented. They have tried to kill or capture both of us. So far, there have been two attempts on our lives.”



There was no a sound at the other end of the line.



“Dad, are you all right?”



“Yes, I am thinking. Tell me more about this situation.”



She laid it out for him, point by point, and she could feel the heat from his body coming through the phone.



“Baby, where are you now?”



“We are at 43,000 feet heading towards New Orleans. Bruno Valentino passed away a few hours ago, and Stephano wants to be with his mother. It just worked out that way.”



“Very good, so you will be on the Army base where he was being held?”



“Yes dad, we will be very safe there.”



“Alright baby, I have to make some calls. People owe me a lot of favors. I am going to call some of them in, now.”



“Dad, please don’t get in trouble.”



“Don’t worry about it, everything will be fine. Give my condolences to Stephano and Victoria when you see her.”



“I will dad.” She hated when he said ‘everything was going to be fine’, but there was nothing she could do to control his temper.



******



Her final call was to Celeste, and if she thought her father’s reaction was to go ballistic, she believed Celeste would have the baby on the aircraft, over the Atlantic.



“Why didn’t you call me first? My people would’ve gotten a confession out of those men within an hour. Now you have the Feds involved, and we can’t touch them. Patty where are your brains?”



“They are controlling my emotions, unlike someone I know. I try not to break the law, if I can help it.”



“If someone is trying to kill you, fuck the law. You kill them first, and worry about the consequences later. I’m going to call a friend, and get the use of his private island in the Caribbean, until this is settled. It will be you, Stephano, Harold, and Callie; plus my private army. If the Feds want to put the Coast Guard around it, that’s fine. No one can get to you there.”



“Celeste, I don’t tan very well. Make sure there’s a lot of sunscreen there.”



“People are trying to kill you, and you’re worried about skin cancer?”



“I would like to be around when I’m as old as you are.”



“You bitch; I will get you for that one.”



“Is Philip there, if he is put it on speaker, I have to tell him something.”



Philip answered, “We are on speaker Patricia; go ahead.”



“Philip, what are you going to name your son?”



Celeste screamed, “You bitch, I hope they kill you. If they don’t I will. How did you know it’s a boy? I didn’t tell anyone.”



“I didn’t until verified it for me.”



“I am still going to kill you.”



“Celeste, you are so easy.”



“I got you; you talked to her. You talked to Antonia. She always says that to me. Where are you, I’m going to come there and kill you right now”



“I’m flying an aircraft to Louisiana. We had to get away from the people who are after us.”



“You don’t have a pilot’s license.”



“I read all the manuals. It’s not that hard to do. These new airplanes fly themselves.”



“By the way, who is Antonia?”



“I told you about her, she’s the math whiz that takes care of my finances.”



“One day I’d like to talk to her. She sounds like a lot of fun.”



“Both of you should have been killed at birth. My life would have been so much easier. I have to make a few phone calls. I shouldn’t, but because you owe me money. I have to keep you alive.”



“Celeste, I hate to tell you this, but Harold and I have not signed any contracts with you or Dycke yet. We own both programs independently. You are not getting a penny out of either of us.”



“We have a verbal contract, which is enforceable in a court of law.”



“There are no verbal contracts on ‘Intellectual Property.’ Even you should know that. Ask your lawyers, they will tell you.”



“I don’t like you Patricia, I don’t like you one bit.”



“Philip, make love to your wife. She seems a little upset. Sex normally calms a woman down, after she cums, four five times.”



“Keep your hands off me Philip.”



Philip said, “Goodbye Patricia, I’m going to take your advice and try to calm her down. I’ll figure out a name for my son by the time we land.”



“Philip, get away from…”



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Patty was looking at the aviation charts, while Harold was looking out of the windows, when he shouted, “What the fuck is that?”



Patty looked and said, “That is an F-22 Raptor. I think we just got our escort.”



A female voice came over her headset, and asked, “Has anyone seen an airplane flying without a real pilot at the controls?”



“Aurora, is that you?”



“They took my F-15 away from me because of you. They won’t let Generals fly an older airplane.”



“Congratulations on your promotion general; you deserved it.”



Aurora Markham turned the Raptor onto its back and asked, “Do you want to try this?”



“No, I think I’ll leave my airplane the way it is.”



“Pussy! Let me talk to air-traffic control. I’ll tell them I have you in tow. You will follow me into Barksdale Air Force Base. From there, we will get you to Polk. Your crewmembers were found in their hotel rooms, drugged, and tied up. They are going to be fine.”



“I am so happy to hear that.”



Moments later, Aurora came back and said, “Okay Patty, turn off your transponder, and follow me.”



“Transponder; what’s that?”



“Listen you little shit, you probably know more about that airplane, than the people who built it. You give me any more trouble, and I’ll put a Sidewinder up your ass.”



“I told Michael someone was going to shoot me down. I’m glad it’s a friend.”



“When we get on the ground, I’m going to take you to the Officers Club, and get you stinking drunk. Something has got to loosen you up.”



“Stephano did it two weeks ago, when he popped my cherry. He got me pregnant the same night, so I’m not allowed to drink anymore.”



“God you Italians work fast.”



“If you are going to do it, you may as well do it first time out.”



“Patty, set the automatic pilot to 2000 feet per minute decent, heading 150 degrees. I’ll be off your left and slightly ahead of you all the way down.”



******



As they turned final approach, Aurora said, “Patty, you are cleared to land. You have an 18 knot crosswind from your right, so be careful.”



“Aurora, which of these runways should I land on; the big one or the little one?”



“Patty, there is only one runway.”



“Well, I see two of them; a big one on the left and a small one on the right.”



“Patty, you idiot, that’s the taxiway.”



“It’s bigger than the runways at Aspen, and Prescott.”



“That’s because our airplanes are bigger; land on the big runway and shut up.”

Patty brought the Challenger down to a smooth landing, and turned off on the high-speed taxiway. The aircraft was greeted by a follow-me truck and was escorted to the Base Operations facility. On the way there, they passed the mammoth B52, and C-5 airlift aircraft. They dwarfed her Challenger. Now she realized why the taxiway and runway were so wide.



15 minutes after they arrived, someone yelled, “Attention!”



The General said, “As you were.” She walked over to Patty and hugged her. “Show off; even one of my nuggets couldn’t have done any better.”



Patty replied, “I read all the manuals, I don’t know what the big deal is?”



“Patty, one day I’m going to put you in a flight simulator, and have you fly in severe weather. I want you to tell me what the manuals say about that.”



“I can tell you what the manuals say about that right now. They say, ‘Stay out of it.’”



Aurora laughed. “You can probably tell me the page, and paragraph it was on.”



Patty was about to tell her, when Aurora put a finger to her lips. “Don’t you dare, or I’ll break your legs.”



Patty asked her how soon they could get to the Army base, because Stephano wanted to be with his mother.



“Your helicopter is ready to go.”



Aurora hugged Patty again, and whispered in her ear, “Thank you for my Star, I’ll make sure all women in uniform benefit from it.”



“I take it you haven’t seen the changes in the Uniform Code of Military Justice yet?”



Aurora looked at her in horror. “Patricia, what did you do?”



“Who me, I’m a civilian, what could I possibly do to the military?”



“Patty, they will put you in jail, and throw away the key.”



“Right now, I might be safer in there.”



“I have never known a smaller girl get into bigger trouble than you.”



“As Albert Einstein said, ‘It is not the use of your frame that counts; it is the use of your brain.”



“They will quote that man until the end of time.”



“I’m glad you think so, because I just made that up.”



Aurora laughed. “Go to your helicopter, and get off my base. You are incorrigible.”



“Please don’t tell my husband that Aurora.”



“You don’t have to General, he already knows it,” Stephano said. “I chased her for a year and a half until she caught me. I was safe in my own little bubble, until we met. Now I’m running for my life.”



“Is this tall wimp your husband? Couldn’t you have picked a man with balls?”



Patty grabbed Stephano’s arm. “Trust me, Aurora, not only does he have balls, but he has a tree to hang them on.”



“Oh my, you lucky devil you. Congratulations to both of you, now get off my airbase. We have a training mission coming up, and I have a lot of work to do.”



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98. A Presidential Imperative



In Washington, two hours after the President gave his edict to Bob Brooks and Michael Free to find out who was after Patty, Harold and their two programs; the two directors sat in conference with the heads of the Treasury Department, and the Secret Service, to map out a strategy to find who might have funded this operation. No one from directors down, or janitorial staff up was to be excluded. For the next seven days, all non-essential work would be put aside to work on this problem. They head of the Treasury Department, Jack Brew, asked Bob Brooks to sign a waiver into his financial dealings. He signed it without hesitation. Michael Free did the same. Julia Pierman offered to sign, but was excluded because she, and her department was not under investigation.



Moments after the conference ended, a worldwide net of computers, and manpower were looking for any and every illegal transfer of money to offshore banking accounts of current and former CIA and FBI members. To broaden the net even further, they decided to look into the dealings of the burgeoning Security Industry. Former CIA, Navy SEALs, Army Ranger, and Special Forces team members were highly recruited, and highly paid by these firms to perform extremely hazardous duty. Anyone, from legitimate companies, to Warlord controlled countries could hire these men for any purpose they desired. It was not only happening here, in the US, but all around the world. The only leg up they had so far was the captives all spoke English, without an accent.



The president called a special meeting with the Senate Foreign Intelligence Committee advising them of the actions taking place in the Central United States.



Senator Batch, from Utah, asked, “Why are you bothering us with an internal United States problem?”



The normal, mild mannered president said, “If word of this leaks out from this room, the eight of you will be in jail for the rest of your lives, or dead for high treason.” He hit his intercom button and asked his secretary to bring in the paperwork.



She entered the room and passed one sheet of paper to each Senator.



Angrily, the President said, “Read it, sign it, or leave the room.”



Three Republican Senators looked at Batch for his approval. He nodded his head and they all signed.



“Nancy, notarize them, make two copies. File the original, give each member a copy, seal the others in an envelope marked, ‘Ultra’ and give it to the Secret Service for storage.”



When her job was done, she left the office and sealed the door.



The president said to no one in particular, “Turn off the cameras, and the sound.” A yellow button on his desk flashed indicating his orders had been followed.



“You realize you have just signed your own death warrants if this leaves the room, don’t you? I will be seated in the first row middle seat to watch the executions, just to show you how important what I am about to tell you is. We have in our possession, two new Computer Programs that can clean the Earth’s atmosphere of 90% of all pollution, within 10 years after all the changes in the coal and fossil fuel polluting industries have made the required modifications. The first program takes the pollutants from coal and turns them into inert matter that can be spread across anything, from desert to farmland, and not harm it. It will not hurt anything from humans, to animals, to groundwater. The results of the tests are stunning. They ran it through Cray, in Colorado Springs and the scientists were in awe of it. The second program takes fossil fuel contaminants and turns them into long line carbon filaments that can be turned into fabric, plastics that can be made into furniture, toys, and automobile parts. The possibilities of this program and the resulting carbon fibers are limitless.



Now, for the reason you are here. Someone tried steal these programs; and kill or capture the two people, who invented them. They were declared National Treasures by me long ago. They were both child prodigy’s and they are just hitting their stride. There is no telling where they will go from here. There was another attempt to steal their programs before they could get to the Patent Office, Monday.



It is believed that members of our CIA were involved. If they were co-opted to do this, it had to be by a company or country, with unlimited funds. My gut says it is a foreign country. Who has the most to gain from these new inventions? Who could hold the world hostage by withholding them from the market for decades to come, until the world is choking from all the pollution we are putting into the atmosphere. At that point, we would be willing to pay exorbitant sums of money to anyone who had the solution. I know what I believe, but I want to hear what your gut reaction is before I speak.”



Senator Batch said, “Mister President, two nations come to my mind instantly. However, we may be turning a blind eye to a third and fourth possibility. China has more of our money than we do, and Russia at this time I don’t believe has the gumption to try it. That leaves two other countries that I believe have the balls to do it. India, because of their developing tech industry, segmented population and pollution problem that is out of control. Most of their water is unusable. Even though during the monsoon season they get over 150 inches of rain, their three main rivers are so polluted you can’t eat the fish that live in them, without getting sick.



My other thought might surprise you, but they have the biggest brass balls in the Far East: Taiwan. We are sworn to protect them, and with this technology, and time on their side, in 20 years their economy could be one of the three largest in the world. They have a lot of people, with deep pockets, who could fund an operation like this, and a banking system that could hide it.”



The President rocked back in his chair thinking. “Now you know why I asked the eight of you to come here. I was thinking in the box, and you jumped out of the box instantly. Thank you Senator, I will pass that along. Does anyone else have any suspects in mind?”



“There is always the possibility of the Japanese trying this, but I really doubt it. Their political system is so fractured right now, even a hint of something like this taking place, with the consent of their government, might cause their entire system to fail.”



There was general agreement around the table about that assessment.



“Now I want you to think within the borders of the United States, and what companies might be willing to do something like this knowing the dangers of getting caught?”



This time Senator Levine laughed. “Mister President, I know this is not a laughing matter, but I can name several without a problem. Many of these companies haves ties to organized crime. The top of the list would be the Coal Industry, and its powerful lobby; the complete transportation Industry, from cars to ships, and the power producers of all types, except nuclear. We have a different problem with them: storage of their nuclear rods. Then you can expect the usual battle with the Environmental Lobbies, about using unproved methods to clean up the atmosphere, when we’re trying to do just that. The Sierra Club will come at us for trying to dump the inert matter on virgin land, even though you will be able to prove that the matter is inert, and can do no harm to anything including groundwater. So, sir, this is a damned if you do, and damned if you don’t situation.



“I am happy to say I won’t be President when this comes before the country. Let Clark Atwater take care of it.”



Senator Batch said, “I didn’t realize Clark had been elected by the people yet, sir?”



The president reached in to his desk draw and took out a Susan B. Anthony dollar coin. He said, “Senator, I will bet you this dollar that a year from next January Clark will be sitting in this office.”



Batch sat back in his seat. “Mister President, I’ve heard about that coin of yours. You have not lost a bet with it, since you college days.”



“Is that a no?”



“Yes Mister President, my answer is no.”



The president continued, “The only people you can discuss this with are Bob Brooks and Michael Free. You can do it either in person, privately, or on secure lines. Don’t put anything on electronic media or in writing. We don’t know where the leak is, and what access they may have.”



******



Stephano nearly crushed his mother, as he hugged her. “Mom, it was too soon. The two of you finally found a life together that was good for both of you.”



“Stephano, we had many good months together. We talked to each other more during that time than we did during all our married years. It was truly wonderful to have him all to myself. Knowing he died by my side, and without suffering, instead of having a bullet in his head, is a great comfort to me. I don’t think God will be kind to him, but at least he was kind to me, and let me have my husband back for a little while.”



Patty’s mind opened, and she remembered her mother talking to her about Bruno’s death.



She said, “Mom, don’t worry, your grieving will end very soon. Be happy for him, and for the way he died.”



Victoria looked her daughter-in-law in the eye, and gleaned the meaning of her words.



“Will I be with him, again?”



Patty’s eyes glazed over. “No, mom, you will be with my mother, doing God’s work.”



Victoria kissed her and said, “I suppose I can’t be angry with him for taking Bruno away from me?”



Patty whispered into Victoria’s ear, “My mother told me God is a woman.”



Victoria laughed. “Do you think we should tell the Pope?”



“He’s German; do you really think he would believe us? He would probably excommunicate us, like they did to Martin Luther.”



Stephano asked, “What are you two whispering about?”



Victoria said, “My grandbabies.”



“Mom, you have 8 ½ more months to wait for their arrival. Why don’t you talk about women’s stuff: shopping, fashion, hair-do’s or other nice frilly things?”



“Patricia, haven’t you trained him yet?”



“I’m working on it, mom. He is a hard nut to crack. 24 years in a male dominated family. I’ve only had him for two weeks. Give me another few days, and I will bring him to heel.”



Victoria was laughing so hard her sides began to hurt. “My son, you are in big trouble, from this little girl. If you don’t start running now, your life will never be the same.”



“Mother, you knew my life would never be the same the night you met her at my party. You knew there was something different about her that evening; didn’t you? There was something about her that told you she would be my downfall, and you never warned me. She was fire and I was ice. You knew I would melt for her. You got your wish mother. I am a shell of the man I used to be.”



Patty held Victoria’s arm and said, “He is a handsome shell, isn’t he, mom? I have already warned him that I am going to bend him until he breaks. When he does, he will become the perfect husband.”



“Fuck you, Patty.”



“Do we have time? Where do you want to do it? I told you never to fool around about that ever again. If you promise me sex, you had better be ready to fulfill that promise immediately.”



“Mother, I have married a nymphomaniac.”



“How wonderful for you Stephano; you have met someone that can keep up with your appetites.”



“Keep it up mother; she is going to kill me in bed.”



“Yes my son, but it will take the mortician days to take the smile off your face.”



“If I told a joke like that to her, she would be beating the crap out of me this minute. She has no sense of humor.”



“I’m working on it. It will just take me a little time to get used to your baser instincts.”



*******



99. A Method Tried & True



William Zabo called Alan and told him he was coming over for a ‘Meeting.’ He was not coming to say “Hello.” He was not coming over to see Callum. He was not coming over to ride a horse. He was coming over to have a “Meeting.” Alan knew William very well. When he said they were going to have a “Meeting,” someone was going to get hurt. Someone had tried to harm his daughter. Now, someone was going to pay a very heavy price.



Alan walked outside to greet him when he arrived. The first words out of William’s mouth told him what was going to happen.



“Hello Alpha.”



“Hello Delta; all of them or a select few?”



“All of them, before the director gets here.”



“William, considering the amount of food, and other supplies that are going to be needing, that’s going to be about eight round trips. I am going to leave a trail behind me, a blind man could follow.”



“The men and supplies will be flown in by helicopter, at night. We will need you there, only once, with a homing beacon, and green marking lights. Once everything is set up, you will no longer be involved. The men escaped during the night, and you do not know where they went. Is that understood?”



“Loud and clear, Delta; but Patty, Callie, and their husbands, are my friends. If you need anything, call me, and you will have it.”



William said, “I will be at home, with my wife and son. When Mister Free gets here and finds the hostages missing, the first person he is going to look at is me. I am going to be shocked, and appalled that these men got away, and are going after my Patricia again.”



“I know you can pull that off, William. Meanwhile, at the cave, your men will be playing shock and awe with the men who tried to hurt Patty.”



“I don’t want the men that we have in custody. I want the men at the top of the food chain. Those are the men who will be fed to the sharks, piece by piece.”



“I guess Susan, Callum, and I are going over to Sarge and Cassandra tonight?”



“Yes, right after you check on your captives, making sure that their chains are secure, and that they are fed.”



William reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial containing a dark liquid. “You will put two drops of this into their drink. In an hour, they will all be asleep. At midnight, you will make your way to the cave. You must be there, and set up for us to arrive by 12:45 AM. I have everything you need in the trunk of my car.”



“It doesn’t help me if it’s in your car, William. Let’s put it in my truck, so I can do my part of the job. I expect Michael will be here by noon tomorrow. I will call him first thing tomorrow morning, to tell him they have escaped.”



“I will make sure my men leave a trail into the woods, just in case they bring dogs out to follow them.”



“I feel bad for Michael, but if you can break at least one of them, we can leak some information back to him to help with his investigation.”



William replied, “I will do that for him, as long as I remain one step ahead of him. Whoever tried to kill my baby is already dead. He just doesn’t know it.”



********



It was 12:40 AM, when Alan turned on the low powered homing beacon for the helicopter to zero in on. He turned on the glow sticks and put them in a circle, wide enough for a large helicopter to set down in, and waited.



12:45 AM came and went and there was no sight or sound of the helicopter approaching. Alan checked to make sure that the homing beacon was functioning properly, and it was. Finally, at 1:20 AM Alan heard the helicopter approaching his position. He took his two red glow sticks and started waving them above his head, indicating the wind direction to the pilot. Within minutes the big beast was on the ground and its blades were slowing down.



William jumped out of the cargo bay, and walked over to Alan. “Would you believe the truck had a flat tire, and a police car stopped to help us?”



Alan laughed, “As their logo says, ‘To Protect, and to Serve.’ He did both those jobs tonight.”



“Yes, but I wish he gave someone else a speeding ticket. The drops worked perfectly, they are all asleep and will be for another four to six hours. You can head home, Alan, your job is done.”



“William, I should take you home. Michael will run directly to your place, after I tell him these guys have disappeared.”



William thought about that possibility, and said, “Give me one moment; I have to speak to someone.”



Alan watched him walk over to a man, who stood about 5’7″ tall, and ramrod straight. He had a slight muscular build, and greying crew cut. This man had authority written all over him.



William’s sentences were very short, and Alan lip reading skills were severely limited. However, it was plain to see this man’s answers were just as brief: “Yes Sir.”



William might be the boss, but this man was in charge.



William walked back to Alan and said, “We can leave now, everything is in good hands.”



“I won’t even ask you his name, but I could not agree with you more.”



On his way to the truck, Alan looked over his shoulder. They were carrying the captives into the cave, like sacks of wheat. He did not feel sorry for any of them. They would have killed his family, and friends, without a thought. William was correct. These were the underlings, the worker bees. The people, who hired them, might not be the top men either. They could be the middle managers. William would get to them also. Sooner or later, William, using methods law enforcement could not use, would get to the top of the pyramid. Alan would not want to be that person, or that person’s family. William would probably eradicate them all. Alan felt sorry for that person’s family.

*******



“How the hell did that happen, Alan?”



“I don’t know Michael. We checked their chains when we gave them dinner. Everything was fine when we left them, and went to see Sarge and Cassandra. When I went out there this morning, to let them use the bathroom, they were all gone. Their chains were unlocked, and they were gone. They did not try to get into the house, or anything; they just disappeared into the night.”



“Someone must have helped them, or someone else may have kidnapped them. Have you spoken with William Zabo recently?”



“Of course, I have. I had to tell him what was going on with Patty. I thought he was going to have a stroke when I told him about the second attempt on her life. When I told him that you told her to run and hide, because your men had not shown up yet, he could not breathe. To add insult to injury, he found out she was flying an airplane, without a pilot’s license. I was sure he was going to wind up in the hospital. Thank goodness for Jemma; she was able to keep him calm enough so he didn’t get ill. He felt much better when Patty called him from the aircraft, told him that she was fine, and said she was going to be with Victoria on the Army base. He was on the phone with her for almost 30 minutes.”



“Do you know where he is now?”



“I would suspect he is at home. It’s only 7:30 AM here.”



“Okay, I’m going to give him a call, and see if he’s heard from Patty again.”



*******



Jemma picked up the phone. “Zabo residence.”



“Good morning Jemma, this is Michael Free, of the FBI, can I speak to William please?”



“Is it important Michael, because that sleepy head is still in bed?”



“Yes Jemma, it is very important that I speak to him now.”



Michael listened as Jemma walked through the house to the bedroom, opened a door, and started to awaken her husband.



“Hey, sleepyhead, you have an important phone call. It’s Michael Free, from the FBI.”



Michael heard William say to Jemma, “Did something happen to Patty?”



“I don’t know, he asked to speak to you directly.”



“Hello Michael, is Patty alright?”



“Good morning William, she has 60,000 U.S. Army troops surrounding her. I doubt anyone could get to her through that screen.”



“In that case, could you call at a more decent hour of the morning, and not scare me to death the next time.”



“I had to speak to you urgently, to advise you the men that were after her escaped last night from Alan’s barn.”



“What; how the heck did they do it? Those chains were brand new, and half inch thick. The locks were tamper-resistant. I bought that stuff myself. The only ones that had keys were Alan and Sergeant. I trust those two men with my life.”



“Alan said that the locks did not look tampered with. It had to be a professional job. They must’ve had outside help. It may have happened when Alan, Susan, and Callum were over at Sarge’s house, or in the early morning hours. I will know more when I get there.”



“Michael, I normally don’t ask for permission to get involved, but Patty asked me not to, because she doesn’t want me to get in trouble. However, I know a lot of people, and I’m asking you, ‘Should I get involved?’”



“William, don’t do it. The FBI, CIA, Treasury, and Secret Service, are working on this jointly. We have everything covered. We are going back six months to check on any illegal transfer of funds, from countries and companies worldwide. Whoever put these people up to it had to have a tremendous amount of cash to spread around, considering the amount of people we have seen so far. We have pictures of all these men thanks to Alan. They have to be in someone’s databank, either from the military, deep cover agency, or the Boy Scouts. We will find them, and we will get to the bottom of this. The President has given us one week to do it. If we don’t, I will call you back, and ask for your help.”



“I can live with that Michael; just make sure nothing happens to my daughter in the meantime. Bruno’s funeral will probably take place in New York. She will be wide open for many hours. I will not allow her to be harmed.”



“I agree. The President will have my balls on his keychain if anything happens to her. I will take care of all the arrangements for her protection, at Bruno’s funeral.”



“Michael, don’t leave me out of the loop. I want to know what’s going on. Jemma, Junior and I will be flying to New York tomorrow morning. You know how angry I will be if you hide something from me.”



“William, I love your daughter as if she were my own. Once I know anything, you will know it. Have a safe trip home.”



******



100. Caving In



Each of the seven men was chained individually into a bolt behind their back and into the floor. They had less than 12 inches of wiggle room in either direction. They could not reach the man to his left or right, and what they were looking at straight ahead made them queasy. Their captors were not like Alan, Sergeant, and Susan. These men were just like they were. These men were professionals, and they knew they were in trouble.



Then, this little fellow walked in, and all their captors stood at full attention.



“My name is Colonel Lucius C. Canyon. 93rd Army Rangers Retired. You can call me Colonel, or Sir, you call me anything else, and you will fear me more than you fear your God. Do you wonder why this pig is hanging upside down, with its head 1 foot above this fire? Let me tell you why. Some warlord in Africa came up with this torture, I can’t pronounce his name, never could, but I love what he came up with. The fire is not really that hot, but over time it cooks the brain but doesn’t kill you. What it does is swell your head, until your skull bursts open. That’s when you die. I did it to a few Serbs, and I must admit I was a lot younger, but after I saw what they did with infant Croat babies, I really didn’t care what happened to them. I really don’t care what happens to you. You will not leave here unscathed, that I can promise you. However you can leave here alive, and able to lead a prosperous life with both arms in both legs. You will have learned a valuable lesson in who your friends should be and who they should not be. I hope you have your money well hidden and what you are about to experience makes it worth your while. Before we pick one of you to start, does anyone have anything to say about who hired you and for what purpose? You have five seconds.”



“Sir, I have something to say.”



“Philip we will mark this boy down as number one.”



“Yes sir.”



“Boy, I don’t care about your name rank and serial number, if you don’t give me what I want, you will be hanging upside down next to that pig.”



“No Sir, I had just retired after 20 years with the U.S. Diplomatic Security Service. I don’t think I was to my bank yet to deposit my last check, when a man from the Executive Protection Agency handed me his card, and asked me to be at his office the next day for an interview. He said it would be very well worth my time.”



“Son, this is all very interesting, but would you get to the point please.”



“Yes sir. In his office he told me they were looking for a man and a woman who had stolen corporate secrets and were trying to patent them as their own. They were very well protected, and the company was putting a team together to go get their programs back. I asked all the appropriate questions, he gave all the appropriate answers, and then he gave me the one answer I couldn’t refuse, but should have. One job, $300,000.00 cash; I should have run away as soon as he said cash, but considering what I had in the bank after 20 years with the government, it sounded very good. I took the job. Eight other men and I went out to reclaim the company’s property.”



“What were your orders?”



“Don’t let anything stand in your way; just get those 4 boxes.”



“Your employer knew there were exactly 4 boxes?”



“Yes sir, we were told to bring back 4 boxes.”



“You received no instructions as to the people who invented these programs?”



“No Sir, I did not.”



“Philip, remark our friend here as number 7.”



“Yes sir.”



“Do any of you have anything to add to this gentleman’s story? Don’t be shy, because we will have corroboration of everything he said, before sundown tonight. If he lied to me, he’s going to have a hard time picking up pennies, without thumbs.”



“Okay, there appears to be no more volunteers. Jack get the nail boards, and make number two available for training.”



Two boards, 2 inches thick, and 14 inches long, with nails 4 inches long driven through them were presented to the men.



The Colonel said, “I am sure most of you are familiar with these, but for those of you who are not, let me explain. These boards will be strapped to your feet and held fast by a pulley. Every time I ask a question, and I do not receive a satisfactory answer the strap on the pulley will be tightened, first on the left foot and then on the right. After 20 questions, the nails will have penetrated your foot completely. If you think it was painful going in, pulling them out is 100 times more painful. You will never walk properly again. Philip is number two ready?”



“Yes sir, he is.”



“Son, do you have anything to say before I begin.”



The Colonel received no answer.



“Philip one turn please.”



The other captives watched in horror as the nails penetrated the bottom of number 2′s flesh. The scream that went along with it, made them nauseous. They wanted to turn away, but their guards made sure they continued to watch number 2 suffer.



The Colonel did not hurry with his questioning. He let his prisoner think about his pain before he went with the first question.



“Who hired you?”



“Fuck you.”



The Colonel looked in number 2′s eyes and said, “Pray to your God, sonny, because you have no idea what hell is on earth. Philip two quick turns on the right.”



The nails penetrated a quarter inch into number 2′s right foot, causing intolerable pain. He nearly passed out, but a guard put amyl-nitrate under his nose to keep him awake.



One of the prisoners said, “Sir I have something to say.”



“Sonny, I am not through with this man yet. He insulted me. When I am finished with him, you can tell me what’s on your mind.” The Colonel did not finish with number 2 for another 90 minutes. He was alive, but he wished he was dead.



*******



“Sir, we have what you want.”



“Great work Colonel; are you going east or west?”



“We are processing that information now sir. If I am traveling east I will give it to you myself. If I am traveling west, I will call you.”



“Will my daughter be safe in New York?”



“I am uncertain at this point, sir. From what we have gathered here tonight, there are still two teams unaccounted for. There were a total of 26 recruits. Four teams were trained: two four-man reconnaissance teams, and two nine-man assault teams. It was generally believed among the captives that the second assault team was to be at Reagan National Airport to take the Computer Programs after the aircraft landed. One of the men here swears he was never told to kidnap any of the people on that aircraft. Several others say otherwise. It could have been a security protocol, because he was new to the team.”



“What is the condition of the hostages?”



“Six are in good health; the seventh should not have insulted me.”



“I will inform the FBI six of the prisoners are back in Alan’s custody. It is too bad about the seventh; he got lost in the desert and could not be found; ever again.”



“It will be my pleasure sir. I should have confirmation of the whereabouts of the tip of the spear, within six hours. I will give you that information, as soon as it is confirmed.”



“Thank you for your fast work, Colonel. There will be an extra million dollars in your account.”



“It is always a pleasure working for you sir.”



*******



101. Aftershocks



“Congratulations Alan; you do great work.”



“Thank you William, what did I do this time?”



“You were out hunting, and you caught six of the men who escaped.”



“Do you really believe anyone is going to buy that story?”



“I can guarantee you the six men who are going to return to your care will back you up 100%. They saw what happened to number seven, and they are so happy to be alive they would nominate you for president if you asked them.”



“What time should I call the Feds?”



“8 A.M. your time should be a good hour.”



“You do realize Michael is going to chew my ass off, while you are all safe and sound, in New York.”



“Yes, isn’t that wonderful.”



“I will get even with you for this William. The next time we should have a barbecue, I’m going to make your ribs so hot you going to breathe fire.”



“I will look forward to it, Alan. Just as a heads up, however, I am told there are two more teams on the loose. One four-man team and one 9-man team. They are believed to be on the East Coast, but you can never be too careful, until the Feds take these men off your hands.”



“I think I’ll go hunting with a group of friends. It will give Sarge and me a little backup.”



“Whatever you need Alan, just be safe.”



******



“Amanda, let me speak to the idiot please. I’m sorry, may I speak to Sheriff Idiot, please.”



Amanda said, “You are learning, Alan, let me see if the idiot is available. Elmore, you idiot, are you out of the ‘john’ yet?”



“God dammit, Amanda; a guy can’t even read his magazine in peace around here.”



“Alan needs to speak to you again. That means you going to play with your gun, your other gun.”



“Very funny, Miss Secretary, very funny.”



“When was the next time you expected to see a paycheck Elmore?”



“I swear I’m going to get the Town Council to fire you.”



“I swear, Elmore, I’m going to let Joe fit you into a tiny box.”



“You are going to rule this town until he dies.”



“Elmore, have you seen the size of our son?”



“Oh shit, I forgot about him. I give up; waiting you out is a lost cause.”



Alan yelled, “Did you two forget about me?”



Elmore said, “We tried, but apparently we failed. What do you need Alan?”



Alan told him that they were going hunting, and they were going to return with six of the men who had escaped from his ranch.



Elmore said, “No shit, how do you know that?”



“Just trust me, we are going to do that, and I need you and a few others as backup, until we have them safe and sound in the barn. Do you think you can do that for me?”



“Are they going to escape again in the near future?”



“No, the Feds should be here in the afternoon to take them off my hands.”



The next morning went like clockwork, because the six men were anchored to a tree. Colonel Canyon told the men if they tried to move one of the sharpshooters covering them would kill them. After what they witnessed the night before, these men had no doubt he was telling the truth. By the time Alan and the Sheriff’s men showed up, the Colonel and his men were long gone.



They captives walked away quietly with the Sheriff, while Alan and Sarge brought up the rear. They were never so happy to see ordinary people in their lives.



Susan and Cassandra had water and food in the barn waiting for these men. They didn’t know what their condition they would be in, but they knew they had not been treated very well.



As soon as the men were chained to their posts, they dug in to the food, and drank water as if they had not had any in days. They could not consume enough of it. After they had taken their fill, they lay down in the hay and went to sleep. None of them had been asked any questions, and none of them had offered any information.



Alan opened his cell phone and dialed Washington. Michael picked up the phone and said, “I’m sorry Alan, we have no new information yet.”



“I have information for you Michael. We found six of the escapees wandering in the desert. They were half starved and totally out of water. They are back in my barn.”



“Did you talk to any of them?”



“They were so hungry and thirsty they didn’t say a word. After they finished eating, they lay down and went to sleep. No one has said or word either way.”



“I am going to have some men come down from Flagstaff, and up from Phoenix. Don’t let them near the prisoners until they talk to me. They do not see them, until you get my okay Alan?”



“I understand Michael.”



“I am going to send a small passenger jet to Sedona. Put everyone on it and it will bring them to Washington. They will be questioned here. We needed a break in this case. We only have four days left.”



“I have a feeling this case is going to break wide open very soon. I think these guys know something, I hope it wasn’t the seventh guy who was the key to all of this.”



“I am with you on that Alan. I’ll keep in touch.”



******



Two hours after Alan spoke to the Director of the FBI eight agents were at his home flashing identification. Alan had Michael speak to one of the agents to verify his identity, and gave him his marching orders for the remainder of the day.



Soon afterwards, a nondescript Boeing 717 took off from Sedona Airport, with the prisoners secured inside, and guards watching every move they made.



Bob Brooks and Michael Free had an intense argument over where to interrogate the prisoners. Finally, Michael said, “Bob, I know you are on the clock, but these men are U.S. citizens. Their crimes were committed on U.S. soil. They belong to me. You and your men can watch and suggest lines of questioning, but you are not going to touch these men. I don’t believe Alan’s hunting story for one minute. How do 7 men escape, and two days later be found in the middle of a desert area, with no food or water. What do you hunt in the middle of the desert? Someone has already interrogated these people, and number seven is in a hole in the ground that we will never find. Let’s see what we get from them, before we have to use harsher methods.”



“Michael, if the President kicks me out, I’m going to suggest that you be my replacement. You have a very calm, analytical mind, when all around you are going crazy.”



“If you do that Bob, I will shoot you in both feet.”



“You see Michael; you couldn’t even threaten to kill me.”



*****



At 8:30 PM, all six prisoners were secured in separate interrogation rooms, where they were informed that they were being videotaped and recorded. They were then Mirandized, and asked if they wanted a lawyer present before they were questioned.



Each of the men declined the help of a lawyer.



The first question from each of the interrogators was, “Has any member of the FBI, or any government agency, harmed you physically, threatened you with physical harm or torture, denied you food or drink, injected you, or forced you to swallow any drug, before this questioning began?”



Each of the men responded with the same words. “No Sir, I have not been harmed in any way.”



Michael looked at Bob and said, “Holy shit, I don’t know who got to them, but these guys know better than to lie to us.”



The interrogations lasted into the small hours of the morning. Each agent varied their questions, but when they were checked, one against the other, the answers was always the same. It led to a country, and a powerful Italian Mafia family no one ever thought of, or considered a possibility in these events. They had to find out if this Family was only the shaft of the spear, or the point of it.



Michael was sick to his stomach as the words poured out of these men’s mouth. If he were wrong again, Congress would be all over him. He looked at Bob Brooks and asked, “How good are your sources in Northern Italy?”



“Are you kidding me; that family runs Milan. If we ask one question, Don Joseph will know about it in 10 minutes.”



“In other words, we are fucked.”



“Yeah, and we weren’t even kissed.”



“Wait a minute, Roberto is in Brooklyn. He bought Mancuso’s cement business. He is on the fast track for citizenship because of it. We could bring him in for questioning.”

“Roberto never had anything to do with the Family’s business. He was the vice president of a bank in the Milan. His hands were always clean.”



Michael asked, “How clean?”



“So clean, when he asked permission to buy the company, it took less than 30 days for INS to give him permission to immigrate here on Permanent Resident Status.”



“Don’t you find that a little interesting, considering what his Family does. He is a banker. His family has a ton of cash that needs to be washed. Italy’s banking system is a joke, and he has access to the books. I wonder who the banks other customers were?”



Bob called Jack Brew at the Treasury Department and asked him that question. He was put on hold for a moment, and Jack came back and asked what they had found out.



Bob told him what had occurred, the circumstances behind it, and the circuitous route that led to the Castronova family.



Jack said, “Keep Philip out of this. You do not want Celeste Mesner Castronova as an enemy. She is a friend of mine; if you want I will speak to her personally.”



“Jack, you would have to get Presidential approval to do that.”



“I think the President will go along with my assessment, once you have a briefing paper for him.”



“I’m going to call his office now, and asked for an urgent meeting on this. I’ll let you know what time it is, and you can be there with us.”



“Brief Julia, and have her come along also.”



“Will do, Jack, let me know about the bank.”



******



The President was very grumpy. “You know I don’t do 7:30 AM meetings people. This better be good.”



Bob Brooks chided the President by saying, “Sir, at least you live in this big white building; we had to drive here.”



“Very cute Bob, but I’m still pissed off. What do you four have for me?”



“Prisoners, a money trail, and a problem,” the Treasury Secretary said.



“What was the result of the interrogations?”



Michael Free said, “That is part of the problem. Someone got to them before we did. They were so afraid to lie to us; each one gave us practically the same answers. I have never seen anything like it in all my years of law enforcement. Originally there were seven prisoners; when we picked them up, there were only six. In my opinion, whoever had them for that one day made an example of prisoner number seven; and he is now in a hole in the ground.”



The President asked, “Did you get any useful information out of the remaining six?”



Jack Brew answered that query. “Yes sir, the money trail. It led to Milan, Italy. It started in Algeria, went to South Africa, Indonesia, San Diego, Mexico City, Jamaica, Paris, and finally Milan. It all looked perfectly legal, until you looked at it backwards, and saw where the account numbers were transposed and the amount was different. This is happened in San Diego, before the money moved on to Mexico City. The initial transfer of funds was for $1.45 billion. When it left San Diego, the amount was $1.25 billion. $200 million vanished in the flash of the computers eye, and the system didn’t notice it, until we went looking for anomalies. The $200 million left San Diego, went to Las Vegas, Reno, Salt Lake City, and ended up in St. Louis. According to the banks records, it was dispersed to a flower shop that closed over seven months ago.”



“The bank manager didn’t think $200 million to a flower shop was a little bit odd?”



“Yes sir, he certainly did. He called the owners. He had them come in to verify their identity. He asked why they need it such a large infusion of cash for their small business. They told him that they were going into the wholesale end of the business. They brought in blueprints of their new structure, cost estimates and everything associated with a building project. It still didn’t answer his question about the amount of cash they were withdrawing, but he couldn’t refuse to give it to them. We believe it ended up in the hands of the St. Louis mob, and they farmed out to work to the specialists. Some people in Italy are not going to be happy with people in St. Louis, and unless this situation is rectified, blood is going to flow.”



“Who in Algeria has the power to move that amount of money?”



“We are looking into that right now Sir.”



*******



Bruno Valentino’s body was loaded into the cargo hold of a military aircraft for his trip to New York. Victoria, Stephano, and Patricia were seated in the passenger compartment. Michael would not allow Harold and Callie to travel with them. They stayed in Louisiana under close guard.



Only the family was allowed at the church service, but the entourage to the Catholic cemetery in Queens was nearly a quarter of a mile long. The FBI had bomb-sniffing dogs roaming all over the cemetery area where Bruno would be laid to rest. There was a large canopy over the area of the grave, where the family would sit. Everyone was in black attire, and except for the seating arrangements, it was hard to tell who was sitting where.



Bruno was a veteran of the Korean War, and his coffin was draped in an American flag. The service at the grave- site took 30 minutes, and as people passed by to touch the coffin of their fallen friend, the casket exploded. Victoria was killed instantly, along with her three daughters, their husbands, and children. Patricia, Stephano, William, and Jemma were eight rows back, for security purposes, and were unharmed. It turned into a madhouse, as people started running for cover. Those in the first few rows were either dead or bloodied and screaming for help.



Two men attending another funeral threw the transmitters into the gaping hole in the ground, as the casket was being lowered into it. Everyone there had turned to see what was happening at Bruno’s funeral and did not notice what they had done.



Men from the FBI grabbed Patty and Stephano and tried to get them away from the scene.



Stephano yelled, “Take Patty, they are after her, not me. I want to see my family. I will kill the bastards that did this to them.”



Patty saw something in Stephano’s eyes she had never seen before: HATE. She grabbed him and held on for dear life.



“Steph, they are gone, you cannot help them now. This is exactly how the other four Families want you to react. They want you back in the fold. They want you to take over Manhattan, just as your father did. If you do this, you will never see me or your children, ever again.”



“How would you have me react, Patty? Would you have me lie down in front of them, and say, “Kill me too?”



“Your father killed my entire family, when he killed my mother. Did I kill you? Did I kill your entire family out of hate? I went after your father, not to kill him, but to put him in jail. It was where he belonged. What I did was not exactly legal, but I didn’t shoot him. He led a decent life until the end. Why not use your brain, and take down the bastards who did this?”



Stephano’s demeanor changed, and his eyes calmed as his soul returned from the devil’s grasp.



“Patricia, I will try it your way for short time. If I cannot find the people who did this and bring them to justice, I will do it my way, regardless of what I have to lose, even if it is you.”



“In that case, my love, we have a lot of work to do, and a short time to do it. Let the authorities do what they have to do here, and let’s be on our way. Your family is with God now. I can guarantee that because my mother told me so. I didn’t realize she meant all of them, but I knew your mother would not grieve for long.”



When Michael finally reached her, he said, “Patty, you are going to move willingly or I am going to shoot you and carry you off. What shall it be?”



“Stephano and I are leaving, Michael. You will bury his mother by Bruno, and his families together as close as possible. I must say your security arrangements left something to be desired.”



William said to Michael, “I am taking care of my son-in-law and daughter, from this point forward. You are no longer involved in their safety. This is the third time they tried to kill them, and I won’t have that happen again. I will accept some of your men as guards until I can get my own people as security for them. You will not know where they are. There is a leak in your organization somewhere. Find it, seal it, we are going into hiding.”



“William, I have a place that is atomic bomb proof. Can I take you there and show it to you, just for your approval. If you don’t like it, you can take Patty any place you want.”



“As long as I am free to come and go as I please, you can keep Patricia, Stephano, Junior, and Jemma there.”



“That is acceptable. William, you come with me. James, take them to Seventh Avenue. No one and I mean no one gets in that facility without my okay.”



******



The initial report from the four-man scout team had everyone in St. Louis euphoric. A phone call was made to Miami, another to Barbados, then to Rio de Janeiro. The final phone call was made to a man named Antonio in Rabat, Algeria. A US spy satellite listened to all the conversations and downloaded them in real time to CIA headquarters in Langley Virginia.



Bob Brooks asked, “Who lives in Rabat, speaks fluent Italian, and can move $1.5 billion?”



A specialist said, “I don’t know, but give me two hours and I will.”



“Make that an hour and I’ll kiss you.”



“That will be three hours, Sir.”



“Two hours will be fine.”



At the diplomatic mission in Algiers, a full alert was called to find out who lives in Rabat that met these parameters. The answer that came back was stunning.



The specialist said, “Sir, we have the man’s name, but he supposed to be dead. However he’s walking on the beach as we speak. It’s Antonio Castronova, and he is alive and well.”



“That’s sneaky bastard; Italy doesn’t have an extradition treaty with Algeria. He could stay there forever, and with nobody looking for him, could live out his days in luxury. Why would he be after these two Computer Programs, and kill the two people who created them?”



“Sir, the simple answer is Money. He could lock these away in his family’s custody for two generations. When the world needed them the most, one of his progeny could say he invented them, patent them in Italy, and no one could prove otherwise. They could become a completely legitimate business taking money and from governments all over the world.”



Michael said, “I made a promise to William Zabo I would tell him if we got a break in the case. I have to keep that promise, before he goes out on his own.”



Michael and Bob were one-step behind William, however.



Colonel Canyon and his elite team were already in Africa. Six men were in Algeria, and 16 more were in Morocco on a ferry, transferring to Sicily. They were now augmented by eight female assassins, acting as wives and sweethearts, touring Italy and its treasures.



As was part of his usual routine, Antonio Castronova walked down to the beach to get some sun at 11 AM. He found two nubile young women sunning themselves topless not far from his normal spot. He turned his chair slightly so he could watch them.



Every once and again they would sit up and oil themselves to protect them from the rays of the sun. They saw the older gentleman looking at them, and waved. He waved back.



They continued sunning themselves for another 30 minutes, then ran into the ocean until their hips were submerged. They took off their bikini bottoms, threw them on the shore. They waved at Don Antonio to come and play with them. He demurred.



They continued playing, until one young woman suckled the breast of the other, and her hand slipped between her legs. Her head slipped back in a groan of passion that was not missed by Antonio. He decided to join them. What could happen to him in 3 feet of water?



The young women saw him coming and waved at him. As soon as he was there, they started kissing his lips and chest. One of the young women lowered his bathing suit. She put his cock into her mouth, and played with his balls. This has not happened to him in many years, and the sensation overloaded his instincts.



He did not feel the Velcro cuffs being strapped around his ankles, or the rope being pulled taut by the submersible 20 feet off shore. Without warning, he was pulled under the water and dragged out to sea; deeper and deeper. While he was still alive, a second diver showed him a whiteboard. On it, in large letters it said, “Complements of William Zabo.”



Don Antonio’s struggles were useless, as the submersible continued circling until he was dead. It continued circling for another three minutes afterwards, just to be certain. It towed him slowly back towards the beach, and the two young lovelies that were waiting for him. The diver unstrapped his feet and maneuvered him towards the flashing anklets the girls wore. He handed the body to the young women, removed their anklets, and joined up with his buddy on the submersible. They sped away to the zodiac which was waiting for them.



After pulling him ashore, the girls screamed for help. They started doing CPR on him immediately. One young woman was a nurse, on vacation from Germany. The other, was a student on vacation from Michigan. Their credentials were impeccable.



When the authorities got to the beach, and questioned the two young women they told the same story. The old gentleman never ventured out beyond the 4-foot level of the water. He was never more than 20 feet away from them, and suddenly he was gone. They yelled and went to search for him, but they could not find him anywhere. The water was calm, with hardly any waves at all. There were no bites on his body, so it could not have been a shark attack or anything like that. The authorities would have to do an autopsy to find out why he died.



There were other people on the beach, who had seen them playing together, so no foul play was suspected. The two young women signed their statements, gave their addresses in their home country. They were due to leave in two days, and agreed to come back if any questions about this incident came up.



The police filed the incident as a common drowning, and closed it. The man had no next of kin in their country, as far as they knew, and froze his local bank accounts, until someone came to claim his money. It was a substantial sum.



William received a satellite call that lasted one second. “Strike 1.”



Even the best surveillance satellite needed more time than that to zero in on the caller and recipient.



“William, this is Michael, we’ve had a break in the case. I promised I would tell you as soon as we had one, and I am keeping that promise. I know you remember a man by the name of Don Antonio Castronova.”



“Of course I do, he died several years ago.”



“No he didn’t. Apparently they faked his death. He’s been living in Rabat Algeria all these years, free as a bird. We have men going after him now. We followed a money transfer that started in Algeria and went all around the world, and $200 million of it ended up in St. Louis. There are several mob related organizations that work out of there, and we are looking into every one of them. One of those organizations hired people to kill Patty and Harold. They can no longer get to the Programs, but whoever sent them the money, has not called off the dogs yet.”



“Michael, If it started with Don Antonio, it means Milan is involved. You know that as well as I do. You can’t drop a dime on those streets, without Joseph knowing about it. They own the cops, prosecutors, and the courts. I don’t even think Rome will take them on. I have friends, but I don’t think they would try to get into that city. It’s much too dangerous. I can try if you want me to, but my friends might not be willing to take that risk.”



“We have the same problem you do. They know what our diplomatic mission is doing before we get into our cars. We are going to try to draw them out into the open, it’s our only chance.”



“Michael, it won’t happen. Joseph will stay on the estate. Antonio Junior will stay with him. The line of succession will stay intact. They will send out the younger brothers to do the work. The family is much too strong and the people love them. Your only chance, wait, Don Antonio is still alive. Can you arrest him in Algeria?”



“We have a problem there. The only crimes he has ever committed are in Italy. Italy can’t extradite him because they don’t have a treaty.”



“I can help you there if you give me the okay?”



“William, stay out of this please.”



“You kept your end of our bargain, so far, Michael, so I will keep mine. I will stay out of it as long as you continue to keep me in the loop. You are doing good work, keep it up.”



102. All Hell Breaks Loose



“He’s dead.”



“What the fuck do you mean he’s dead? He was alive four hours ago.”



“He drowned in 4 feet of water. He was playing with two mermaids. He was swimming no more than 20 feet away from them, when he went under. They shouted for help and looked for him until he finally surfaced. One of the women was a German nurse. She started CPR on him, but he was gone. The authorities came and took the statements of everyone who was nearby. No foul play is indicated. The son of a bitch just died.”



“Perfect timing don’t you think? Make sure they take a ‘tox’ screen. Tell them we will pay for anything they don’t have the money for. Do every test under the sun; I want to know if that son of a bitch was killed.”



“They may take that as an insult, Sir. We are barely friendly as it is.”



“Ask them nicely, ask them very nicely. Kneel down before them, bow your head, and plead with them if you have to, but get those results. I want them as soon as possible. I want them before Joseph knows his father is dead. He may not know about this for days, or weeks, depending on how they communicate with one another. They can’t bury him in Italy again. Track their family’s movements. Grease as many hands as you have to; money is not an issue on this case, results are.”



“Yes Sir, we are on a full-court press from this moment forward. We could use some extra hands.”



“We will send six people in from Cairo. They will be there in 12 hours.”



******



Tourists arrive by the thousands every day, by bus, by train and air, in Milan. Money passes through Philips bank by the millions every day. The Castronova family prospers every day. They can dole out money to the poor in the city through charities they endow and no one goes hungry in Milan, because of their largess. They could sell drugs openly on the street corner, and the populace would not say a word denigrating them. The police would walk by the sellers and never see them. Their paychecks were small compared to what they received in the little envelopes every few weeks that they did not have to declare taxes on. The district attorney drove around in a red Ferrari that his salary alone could not justify. Judges live on palatial estates owned by the Castronova family, and paid a pittance in rent. Everyone owed their lifestyle to Joseph Castronova and his family. Warrants were not issued without Joseph’s approval. The Castronova family ruled Milan, and Milan had one of the lowest crime rates in Italy because of it.



One day at an exclusive private school that all the Castronova children attended, eight armed men burst in, and sealed all the exits. Eight others killed all the guards stationed outside of the building. In Italian, with a Neapolitan accent, the leader said, “We want all the Castronova children placed in a separate room for their safety. We are looking for the son of the rapist and murderer of our sister; Angelina. Where is Francisco Delgado?”



The headmaster stepped forward and said, “Sir, I guarantee you, we have no one at this school by that name. I will show you our records to prove it. You have come to the wrong school.”



The leader hit the headmaster with the butt of his Kalashnikov and said, “Don’t you lie to me, our sources said he was here. If you hide him we will kill all of your students.”

From the floor the headmaster said, “Please check our computers we have no one here by that name.”



“Gather all your students into the auditorium, except the Castronova’s, they must be kept safe.”



Within five minutes all the students in the private school were in the auditorium. The 27 Castronova children were sequestered in one room. Their guard put one remote control Claymore mine in each corner of the room. He told the children not to try to leave the room, unless one of their guards gave his permission. If they tried to leave, the mines would go off. If they stayed where they were, they would be safe. They were looking for another child, because his father raped and killed his sister.



He left the room, closed and locked the door, with a cable and waited for the signal. He watched through the glass opening in the door and the Castronova children seemed to be taking it lightly, because of who they were.



In the auditorium, the leader was informed that no one by the name of Francisco Delgado attended this school.”



Col. Canyon said to the headmaster, “Keep the children in this room for 10 minutes. We will disappear and no one will hear from us again. We will find this young man and his father, and they will disappear also.”



Three dark vans drove up to the schools exits. Two went to the auditorium, and one to the administration exit.



Colonel Canyon said into his transmitter, “Go.”



The guard standing by the classroom with the Castronova children in it pressed the remote control button and ran to the administrative wing exit. The three trucks departed the school grounds and went in separate directions traveling at normal speeds.



Five minutes later, there was a huge explosion at the private school. The students and faculty in the auditorium were safe. Twenty-seven Castronova children were dead; mangled beyond recognition. The steel balls that were encased in the Claymore mines tore them apart.



William Zabo received a satellite call, “Strike 2.”



******



Joseph Castronova was enraged, as was every other family member. Roberto flew in from New York to be with his brothers to plan a strategy to find and destroy whoever did this to their children.



Joseph told Philip to stay with Celeste. He didn’t want him to hear what they were going to be discussing, and Celeste was nine months pregnant: she could deliver their baby at any moment.



Philip told his brother that his place was with the family at a time like this.



Joseph said, “Pray for the souls of our children, and keep your children close, until this is over. Never let them out of your sight. We don’t know who’s doing this, and until we do no one is safe, not even you.”



Messages were sent to every Family in Italy saying, “If you did this, your family name will be erased from this earth.”



Families did not send replies by mail, they sent delegations. Each delegation stated unequivocally that they had nothing to do with this abomination. They would put all their resources at the Dons disposal. No request would be denied him. Anyone he wished to speak to would be brought to him. From the highest to the lowest, it did not matter; they would come to him on bended knee.



From the toe of Sicily, to Turin in the north, every crime family gave Joseph the same respect. He looked around the table at his grieving brothers, and asked, “If not these men, who did this terrible crime?”



Antonio Junior said, “Why don’t we ask Anthony Caruso? Even though he’s been out of the business for a while, he may have some insight as to who may have the balls to do something like this.”



Joseph said, “Get him.”



They didn’t have to. Anthony, Rose, Antonia and Frank were about to be introduced by a servant.



As soon as they were allowed into the room, Anthony hugged Joseph. “If there is anything I can do, ask it and it is yours.”



“We will talk later, Anthony, when the women are together.”



Rose cried on Joseph’s shoulder. “All those babies, all those wonderful, beautiful babies; what animal could do such a thing? Get them Joseph, get all of them, and make them realize life is not so cheap.”



“I promise you Rose, whoever did this will pay for it, dearly. My wife needs you more than I do. So do all our women. Would you help them please?”



********



“Anthony, I need your counsel. Who would do this to us? Who would take a chance to incur our wrath?”



“In my opinion, Joseph, it is someone very close to you. Someone so close you might overlook him. A close friend, someone you owe a favor to perhaps, but definitely someone you know.”



“All the families in Italy have pledged their fealty to me. They have offered me everything at their disposal to help me find these murderers. The only clue we have is the leader spoke with a Neapolitan accent. He was the only one that spoke.”



“Then cross Naples off your list. The killer did not come from Naples. In the states we call that a ‘Red Herring.’ It’s meant to throw you off the track of where the real killers come from. Have you had any trouble with your suppliers or supply lines lately?”



“No, just the opposite, everything is flowing beautifully.”



“How about your delivery process?”



“Since we’ve changed our major port of entry to Virginia, and continued letting authorities in New York make some minor busts there, we are doing just fine.”



“Joseph, don’t tell me things like that. The less I know the better off you are. Are the police as useless as normal?”



“Surprisingly, they are more organized than usual. They are working their asses off on this case. They are actually earning the money I give them.”



“Don’t you think it’s about time?”



“Yes, but it’s hardly expected.”



“My son-in-law is former FBI. I could ask him to speak to his friends and ask if they know anything about this.”



“I would appreciate if you would do that for me Anthony.”



“I will tell him to do it on our way home. He will not refuse me this favor.”



“It has been a pleasure to talk to you again Anthony. I wish we could do this more often, but it is better for both of us that we do not.”



“There will be more children, Joseph. They will not replace the ones you lost, but they will bring joy back to your heart.”



“Thank you Anthony, if you hear anything let me know.”



“Nothing could stop me from doing that, Joseph; nothing but death.”



*******



The Cathedral of Milan was much too small for the outpouring of grief that the city experienced. Twenty-seven white caskets, in single file, lined the center aisle. On each side sat a grieving parent, aunt, or uncle if the family had lost multiple children. The Cardinal could not control his emotions. His voice cracked under the strain of saying each child’s name. When the three priests Requiem High Mass was over, he went to each of the parents, and bestowed a blessing on each of them. He was happy he did not have children, for the first time in his life.



The entourage from the Cathedral moved at a very slow pace. The Hearses were followed by limousines, which were followed by private cars miles long. Pedestrians lined both sides of the roads, and genuflected as each child passed by. Innocents had been killed because of the sins of the fathers.



After the massacre in New York, the Italian police were taking no chances. As each child’s coffin was closed it was inspected for any trace of bomb making material. Each vehicle was checked, rechecked, and checked again before any dignitary got into it. When they arrived at the cemetery, every police officer wore a specific color vestment, under his jacket, indicating he was truly a member of the force that was to be there. No chances were being taken. Thousands upon thousands of people cried as the children were lowered into the ground. Fathers stood rigid, as mothers’ weaped.



All eyes were on the service, as eight Nuns, dresses in grey vestments, walked past the limousines. They disappeared for five seconds, then moved along at a dignified pace. They practiced this move for hours on end to get it just perfect.



When the service at the cemetery was over, everyone cleared a path so the families could exit peacefully. They returned to their limousines, which drove slowly off the cemetery property, and back to the mansion.



As the eighth car cleared the fenced entry and the great gate closed behind it, the phone in Joseph’s car rang. His wife asked him not to answer it, but he did because only business associates had this number.



“Hello.”



“Hello Joseph, my sincerest regrets on the death of the children of your family. It is the most terrible experience any parent can possibly have.”



“Who is this?”



“This is your friend and business partner, William Zabo.”



“Hello William, I have not heard from you in a long time. Are payments up to date?”



“I assume they are I haven’t checked lately. The reason I called is to find out why you are trying to kill my daughter?”



“Your daughters are alive and well, living in San Remo. No one ever goes near them.”



“No, my daughter Patricia; she lives here in the United States.”



“I didn’t know you had a daughter in the United States, William. When did that happen?”



“24 years ago, when I was here doing work for the five New York family’s. Now she is a computer programmer and married to Stephano Valentino. Does that ring a bell with you?”



“Honestly William, I am totally in the dark about this. What was her maiden name? Was it Zabo?”



“Her maiden name was Patricia Laura Parent.”



“Good Christ, no. William, I didn’t know she was your daughter. I would never have approved a hit on her if I did. I swear I did not know.”



“It’s a little bit late for apologies now Joseph.” A bomb went off in the last car killing his youngest brother his wife, and her parents.



“William don’t do this, I can make it up to you. She is still alive.”



A second bomb went off; then a third and a fourth, with the same devastating results.



“William, please, not my family, not my whole family.”



“You know the rules Joseph. You try to kill my family, I have to kill yours.”



Bomb five, six, and seven exploded. Joseph’s car was the only one remaining.



“I’m waiting William, I know I’m next, go ahead, do it.”



“No, I have something special waiting for you. Before I forget, your father died two days ago. He drowned in three feet of water, in the Atlantic Ocean. Poor man, never did swim that well.”



“You son of a bitch, William, God will get you for this.”



“I am sure he will, but you will get to see him first I’m afraid. Get out of your car and walk straight ahead. If you are carrying a weapon, I would dispose of it now. Goodbye Joseph.”



Joseph knew better than to get out of the car. He took out his gun, kissed his wife goodbye, said I love you, and shot her in the head. He placed the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.



Colonel Canyon said, “Shit! Blowup the fucking car, and let’s go to dinner. Our job here is done.” He got on his satellite phone, and when it was answered he said, “Strike three.”



With one exception, the Castronova family was obliterated from the earth.



***********



103. A Return to the Status Quo Ante



Philip was reading a letter, from the authorities in Algiers, informing him of the death of his father. It also informed him of the accounts in the several banks he left his money. “Upon your arrival and with appropriate identification the monies would be transferred into your name.”



His brothers never told him about his father’s secret life. He was very angry with them, until he received a phone call from Joseph’s mansion.



“Mister Philip, they are dead, they are all dead. Someone killed the entire family. There is no one left. All the cars exploded after they arrived here. What should we do, we don’t know what to do?”



“Slow down, and tell me what happened.”



“Mister Philip, they had just arrived at home, when the last car exploded. Then every car all the way up to Mister Joseph’s car exploded. There were men dressed in black, from head to toe, with automatic weapons, waiting for anyone trying to get out of the cars. Finally, Mister Joseph’s car exploded. They are all gone Mister Philip; what do you want me to do?”



“Call the authorities immediately. Don’t let the press anyplace near our home. I will be there as soon as I can.”



Celeste asked, “What are you yelling about?”



“Someone killed my family. All my brothers and sisters are gone. They killed everyone. There’s no one left but me. Joseph told me to stay away until this was over. He didn’t know who was after us or why. Now he’s is dead. I have to go there and sort things out.”



“I will shoot you if you take one step towards that door. What did Joseph tell you to do? Where did he tell you to stay? If someone is gunning for the entire family, and you are the last remaining member, guess who they are going to be looking for? I’ll call Frank, and get him over here now. We need his gun and his brains. Then I’ll call my people and get them here to protect us. You are not leaving this house.”



As soon as Frank got the word, Tony Caruso was on his way to Celeste’s home, also. He had two men with him, carrying enough rifles and ammunition that would last them a week.



Philip called a few close friends from his gun club and they came to his home loaded down with weapons and ammunition also.



Then the General walked in. Antonia said, “Does anyone have a plan, or are all of you going to be shooting out of one window?”



Celeste looked at her and said, “Will somebody drown her please.”



“Lady, if they attached you to a submarine, it couldn’t go underwater. With those udders of yours, you would make it too buoyant.”



“You’re fired.”



“Good; you don’t know any of your passwords, and I do. Tomorrow you’ll be poorer than a church mouse.”



Philip yelled, “Are you two finished yet? We have important things to take care of.”



Antonia replied, “Like what Philip; some idiot told you it was a boy, so you know you’ve already lost your bet. Your usefulness on this planet is complete. Celeste is not going to have any more children, by you or any other man, including Frank.”



Celeste walked over to Frank, put her head on his chest, and said, “If they both die, we could get married.”



“Celeste, if she died, she would come back from the grave and cut it off so you couldn’t have it.”



Celeste looked at Antonia, who was smiling at her and said, “I’ll pay you if you leave him to me in your will.”



“What good is money to me if I’m dead?”



“You could always try to make a deal with the devil; he’s already waiting for you.”



“He is not, the Cardinal told me so.”



“How much of my money did it cost you to take him from a Bishop to a Cardinal?”



“Not as much as it’s going to cost you to take him from a Cardinal to a Pope.”



Philip yelled, “Would you two stop it already? I’m getting ready to shoot myself.”



Celeste smiled at Frank. “One down, and one to go.”



Antonia looked at her friend and said, “You can’t have him. I will kill him before I take my last breath.”



“You are so mean Antonia. What are my passwords again?”



Frank looked at both of them and said, “I swear, if they separate the two of you, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourselves.”



Antonia picked up an apple and threw it at her husband. He caught it, and took a big bite out of it.



Philip laughed. “You know better than to put food anyplace near that monster of yours. He eats like a machine.”



The phone in Phillips home rang, and no one moved to get it. Finally, Antonia picked it up.



“This better be good, or I’ll shoot you.”



“This is Michael Free, Director of the FBI. May I speak to Philip Castronova please?”



“Prove it!”



“Do you know the area code for Washington D.C.?”



“What do you think I am, a fucking idiot? Of course I know it.”



“Call this number, I am at the CIA building, but my secretary will transfer you to me.”



“Okay, so you are Michael Free, what can I do for you?”



“The CIA received a satellite intercept that was traced to the Chinese Embassy in New York City. It originated in Milan, Italy, moments after the slaughter of Philip Castronova’s family. The phone call was brief, and coded, but our computers were able to decode it quickly. Let me speak to Philip please, he deserves to hear this first.”



Antonia handed the phone to Philip and told him who it was.



“This is Philip Castronova go ahead with your message, Mister Free.”



“Philip, I want to give you my sincerest condolences. Your family and my agency were on different sides of the law, but I never wish them anything like this. Their wives and children did not deserve to be slaughtered by these maniacs. The United States government will put all of its efforts into finding the people who committed these atrocities and bring them to justice.”



“Thank you Mister Free, but please let me hear this message.”



“Exalted grandfather, your business with the family of thieves has been successfully completed. The one with the rich wife has been left untouched. We leave for the French city to complete your next task. Soon all power will be yours. I live to serve only you. Xu”



“That was the entire message, Mister Free?”



“Messages of this kind are always short and to the point. They know we can trace it, but they hope that between the brevity of the message, the coding, and the language barrier, we will not be able to trace it. There are so many Orientals traveling at this time of year, we could never pick out the ones who did this. They won’t be traveling together, and they will not be carrying their weapons with them. We also don’t know what French city they are heading for. My guess would be Marseille, but it could be any other port city. It might be Paris, we just don’t know.”



“So what you’re saying is, ‘They are going to get away with the slaughter of my family.’”



“What I am saying is we believe you, Celeste, and your children are safe. They would not have taken a chance to send this message if their mission was not completed in Italy.”



*********



Colonel Canyon and his band of assassins boarded a tour bus headed for Geneva, Switzerland. They spent a relaxing week there, before departing for Montréal, Toronto, Boston, New York, and Washington, DC. The bulk of their money was delivered to them, by messenger, in the form of Bearer Bonds, when they returned home, because they are virtually untraceable. Many of these men and women were millionaires. However, they could not get the thrill of the hunt out of their systems. Once you are trained to a razor’s edge, and trained to kill in every method known to man, sometimes the brain refuses to let that go. Colonel Canyon, and these men and women had the killing disease, and enjoyed every minute of it.



*******



William enjoyed his ride down Embassy row, while heading towards First Avenue. While the taxi didn’t stop exactly at the front door of the Chinese Embassy, they were close enough. The driver was a friend of William’s, who spoke fluent Cantonese. They timed the passage of the embassy to coincide with Colonel Canyon’s burst transmission from Milan. Williams’s driver acknowledged it, with a short coded reply that lasted four seconds. Traffic was stalled on the street, until the traffic light turned green. They continued on to the designated drop-off point. From there he would be taken to the underground bunker, where Jemma, William Junior, Patty, and Stephano were being cared for.



It was just another day in the life of William Zabo.



He got out of the cab at First Avenue and Ninth Street, and gave his friend $1000.00 for his services.



As he was walking towards Seventh Street, he saw two men walking swiftly Northbound, but this was nothing unusual for New York City. When they were within 15 feet of him, they reached under their jackets, pulled out their weapons, and fired three times each into his chest. He fell backward, to the ground like a stone. The men turned and ran back the way they came.

Chapter 25



Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember:



This is a Novel




104. Hide in Plain Sight



Patty would not take no for an answer, she was going home. William agreed with her, and said he was going home also.



Michael realized he was zero for two in protecting them from harm, but still would not give in. He was ordering them back to the bunker under the Hudson River, as soon as William was well enough to travel. He was going to do this if he had to arrest them to accomplish it.



He had Harold and Callie to think of also. The answer for them was perfect. He was going to send them on their honeymoon to Antarctica. If he could not protect them there, he was going to quit his job, and take up golf, which he absolutely hated.



As soon as they were alone, Patty said to her father, “Dad, you know as well as I do that there is a leak in Michael’s Bureau. I’d like your permission to leave tonight.”



“Baby, I am fine, all they want me to do is rest up after all the tests they put me through. Do whatever you want to do, just stay safe. If you need me, I am a phone call away.”



“Thank you dad, I have to make a phone call.”



Patty speed dialed a number and the woman who answered the phone was out of breath.



“Rita, is he fucking you again?”



“Patty, is that you, if it is, no he’s not fucking me, it’s my turn to fuck him, and if I say so myself, I’m doing one hell of a job.”



“That’s fine, as long as you are at the Eastside Heliport by 8 o’clock tonight. If you’re one minute late, you are going to mow the lawn, with a push mower.”



“Now I’m sure it’s you, Patricia, there is no one else who would say that to me, while I am in the middle of page 215. You would think you hadn’t gotten laid in years.”



“Rita, I’ll have you know as soon as I got into double digits, he threw his back out, and was out of commission for three days.”



“You shouldn’t have rushed him. His mind may have said yes, but his body definitely was not ready for it.”



“I know, but I found that out too late. Is your husband just lying there, waiting for you to continue?”



“Hell no, I’m still working on him.”



“Girl, no wonder you are a great pilot; you are great at multitasking.”



“Patty, if you think I’m good while I’m on top, you should see what I’m like when I’m on the bottom.”



“You should make movies, you’d make a fortune.”



“We do make movies, but they are for private entertainment only.”



“Okay, you may continue, but don’t be late. Stephano and I will be running from the FBI, again. They are not going to be happy with us, as usual.”



“I am going to call you two “The Running Duo.” You are either running from the bad guys, or running from the good guys. There is no happy medium for you two.”



“We just want to go home. We have been away too long.”



“Remember to keep your head down when you are approaching the helicopter. The blades will be turning, and I would hate to chop your head off before you get in.”



“If you gave my head to Michael, he would put it on his desk as a trophy. His ulcer would go away, along with half of his problems.”



*******



At 7:15 PM, Patty kissed her father, Jemma, and William Junior goodbye, and said loudly enough for the guards outside his room, “Dad, we’re going to Mama Leone’s for dinner; can we bring anything back for you?”



William laughed, “You can bring me back one of those four cheese pizzas that they are noted for.”



Jemma yelled, “If you bring back that pizza I’ll shove it down your throat while he watches.”



Patty laughed at her sister. “I wonder if my babies will like it?”



Jemma screamed, “Get out of here, before I throw you out.”



“Jemma, you are turning into a nagging wife. You are no fun at all.”



“Out, Patty get out of this room.” They hugged once more, and she led Stephano out of the room.



Instead of FBI agents guarding them, two of New York City’s Finest were at William’s door. Stephano looked at them and said, “If anything happens to him, not only will I have your badges, but the Chief of Police, and the Police Commissioner will lose their jobs.”



The young patrol officer said, “Sir, we were told to guard Mrs. Valentino.”



“Officer, at this moment, Mister Zabo is more important to those people then my wife is. He is the one they tried to kill. I will be guarding her with my life. We will be eating in Mama Leone’s kitchen. We are friends of Rosa’s, and no one will know we are there. Can we bring you back anything?”



The officers smiled, put in their order for dinner, and resumed their posts.



As they approached the elevators, Patty asked, “Who is Rosa?”



Stephano looked down at her, and said, “How the hell am I supposed to know.”



They got in a cab, and headed for the Eastside helicopter terminal. Patty took out her cell phone, and ordered dinner for the police officers, Jemma, and her father. She knew her father was not going to be happy.



She ordered him a clear vegetable minestrone soup. Eggplant made with Bread Crumbs, extra virgin olive oil, garlic, cayenne pepper, and fresh thyme. As a side dish she ordered him Whole Wheat linguine, made the special way her mother made for him, minus the main ingredient. She had the chef put a ‘Note’ on top saying, “None of our ladies volunteered.” He didn’t know what it meant, but Patty was sure her father would know immediately.



Everything she ordered for him was good for his health and would help lower his cholesterol; everything but his desert. She refused to skimp on it. She got him what he loved the most: a double sized slice of Italian spiced rum cake, which she knew he would drool over, plus a carafe of Italian coffee. For all the sins she committed on his meal, she knew he would forgive her, because of this dessert.



*******



When the FBI team returned to relieve the police officers at the hospital, the officers told them that Stephano and Patty had gone out to dinner.



“Are you out of your fucking mind? You were tasked to guard her and no one else.”



“Mister Valentino told us that Mister Zabo was now the target, not Mrs. Valentino. He was the one that was shot, not her. They were going to Mama Leone’s for dinner.”



“I’m sure you believed them.”



As if it was preordained, Mama Leone’s staff members walked down the hall bringing food to William’s room. They gave each officer his own box, and proceeded into the room.



The FBI agents were right behind them, not taking a chance that they were anything but what they were supposed to be.



When they displayed William’s food on his tray table, he was furious. “I am going to kill my daughter. She did this to me on purpose. She gave me a vegetarian meal. He laughed when he saw the note, on top of the linguine, but was still annoyed with her. You have a friend in your attempt to lower my cholesterol, but I have lost a daughter.”



He meant it, until he saw his huge dessert. “I love my little girl. She remembered how much I love my spiced rum cake. I forgive her. She is my favorite daughter, again.”



Jemma laughed at her fickle husband. “I guess it is true what they say about men; the way to their hearts is through their stomach.”



After the deliverymen left, an agent called Michael. “Sir, they escaped. Stephano pulled a fast one on the police, and they walked out of here free as a bird. We don’t know where they went. If they get to their jet, they could be anywhere in a matter of hours.”



“Call LaGuardia, and tell them not to allow that aircraft off the ground. Get the police to surround it, until you get there, and you will get there in a hurry.”



“Yes Sir, we are on our way.”



******



They walked out onto the tarmac of the helicopter terminal to see their Augusta 109, sitting there, with its blades turning slowly, waiting for them to board. Patty already felt like she was home. They climbed into the back, slid the door closed, buckled themselves in, and said into the intercom, “We’re ready.



Rita joked, “For what?”



Stephano joked with her. “I hope you’re wearing a skirt this time.”



“You bastard, I can’t do it. It’s my turn to fly. I have to watch Paul jack off.”



“I want a nice smooth ride all the way to Glens Falls. I don’t want any excuses about turbulence in the area.”



“I didn’t miss you two over the last few weeks. My pussy’s sore, and his prick has lost three layers of skin.”



“We will talk about your dereliction of duty tomorrow. Just get us home in one piece.”



As they lifted off, Stephano looked at Patty, “What position were we in the last time we were in this aircraft.”



“I don’t remember, and I don’t care. I do remember we were both naked, and that I do care about.”



“What happens if the helicopter goes down?”



“I guess we will go down with a bang.”



“Oh my God, my wife told a joke; a riske’ joke. She may be catching on.”



“Stephano, you’re talking again.”



He unbuckled his seatbelt, moved over, and unbuckled hers as he kissed her. He unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her bra, and his mouth was on a nipple before she was prepared for it.



“Oh God,” she cried, as her hands held his head to her breast.



His hands were not idle. They pulled off her blouse and bra, as he switched nipples. He kneeled down between her thighs, grabbed the elastic waistband of her slacks, nipped on the bud that was between his teeth, which caused her to raise her hips. He threw her legs into the air, and her panties, slacks, and shoes were off before she could take another breath.



She pulled him away from her chest and asked him, “How many years of practice did it take you to get that maneuver right?”



He grinned. “Baby, by the time I was a senior in high school, not only could I do that, but I was dick deep inside the girl, before she knew what had happened to her.”



“I guess you were the George Patton of lovers: Hit them fast, hit them hard, and hit them with everything you’ve got.”



“Sometimes my love, if they didn’t faint because they came when I pushed myself all the way in; when I pulled out, and they saw it, they fainted.”



“Stephano, you’re bragging, and I’m getting cold.”



His mouth descended to her center, and she heated up quickly. However, she still had something to complain about.



“Dummy, you’re still dressed, and I can’t do anything but twiddle my thumbs, when you are like that.”



“If you don’t stop complaining, I’m going to spank you.”



“You know you’re going to spank me anyhow, so help me get you undressed.”



While he was undressing, Patty turned on the intercom button so Rita could hear them. She knew it would drive her wild.



“Stephano, with your bad back, should I be on top?”



“It will take us almost 2 hours to get home. I’ll take the first shift. You can have the second.”



“That sounds fair. Do you want me on my knees or on my back?”



“I’ll lead, you follow my directions.” With those words, his head went between her thighs again, and she screamed. His tongue was like magic as he played with her labia, but not her clitoris. Her fluids flowed down her ass and over the seats below her. His finger started playing with her anus, and for the first time, her body did not shy away from this touch. The muscles around the sphincter clenched tight, but her hips stayed where they were.



He noticed the difference in her reaction, and he was proud of her. She was progressing nicely.



He moved to his left, nibbled on her clit for the first time. She screamed, and raised her hips, trying to find his mouth again. Her thighs were spread wide open, and he shoved two fingers into her lovely canal. He found her G spot, and mercilessly attacked it. Between the two torments, and a final twist on the tip of her left nipple, Patricia screamed in orgasm, and flooded his chest with her honey.



He did not allow her to rest. He rose up on his knees, and plunged his weapon deep into her womb.



Patricia’s retort was, “You fuck that is cheating.”



“All is fair in love and war, wife.”



“I want you to remember that Stephano, when it’s my turn.”



Stephano heard a voice coming from the speaker in their cabin. He said, “Oh shit, I forgot to turn off the intercom again.”



“No you didn’t. I turned it on to torment Rita, while she is flying.”



Stephano kissed her nose. “Patty, you are so bad.”



“I was so good all my life. I finally have a chance to break free, because I married a bad boy. Actually, I married the baddest boy on the block. Look how lucky I got?”



Stephano spoke into the intercom and asked Paul how the pilot was doing.



Paul laughed. He said “I am not sure if it is going to be safe for Patricia to get out of the passenger compartment, after we land. Rita knew she turned the intercom on purposely. One of two things is going to happen, as soon as she does the engine shutdown procedure. She is going to rape Patty or me; one of us is definitely in trouble.”



Stephano said, “If she chooses Patty, I’ll sell tickets. She’s never had sex with a woman.”



Stephano screamed in pain, as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Knees and testicles are not supposed to be connected to one another. However, Stephano had forgotten that Patty’s sense of humor was not fully developed. Her knee connected with his two best friends, within an instant after his joke was finished.”



As he rolled between the seats in searing pain, he screamed, “Dammit Patty, it was a joke. You told one before, remember?”



Patty added insult to injury by jumping on him, and saying, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was a joke; I thought you meant it.”



She climbed on top of him, to help him get up, but her thigh kept hitting him between his legs causing him more pain.



“Patty, please get off me, you’re killing me.”



“I’m just trying to apologize.”



“I know, and I accept your apology, but your leg is hitting me in the area that’s killing me. It’s making things worse.”



She looked to see what he was talking about, and by doing so pressed her knee deeper into his crotch. Stephano hit the ceiling in pain. She jumped off him, onto the seat trying to think of something to help them. She reached into refrigerator compartment and grabbed two hands full of Ice. She knew ice would keep the swelling of his testicles down.



Stephano had his arm across his face, attempting to control the pain, when his darling, loving, caring wife, dropped the ice onto his groin.



They did not need the intercom on in the flight deck, to hear the scream that emanated from the passenger compartment.



Concerned, Paul came on the speaker. “Is everything all right back there?”



Patty said, “I was just trying to keep the swelling of his balls down, so I put some ice on his groin.”



The helicopter hit severe air turbulence. Rita could not control the helicopter, because she was laughing so hard. Paul took the controls.



After he stopped screaming, Stephano moved to one side of the cabin and said, “Don’t you come near me. I may not survive this trip if you try to help me again.”



“What did I do wrong? Ice keeps swelling from occurring, and after I hit you, I didn’t want you to suffer by having your little friends swell up. I thought it was the least I could do.”



“Patricia, what happens when something that is 98° is touched by something that is less than 30°?”



“There is a race towards equilibrium, which is 64°.”



“Does the body want to be at 64°?”



“No, it doesn’t.”



“Okay brainiac, what happens to the body when something like this happens?”



“Oh hell, I’m so sorry I didn’t think of that before. I put your nerves on fire, didn’t I?”



“You can’t see the flames, but my nerve endings were on fire. That’s why I reacted so violently to the ice.”



“How could I have not remembered that?”



“You probably learned it when you were three years old, and it was stored so deep in your memory it got lost in there.”



“I never meant to hurt you. Well that’s not true, I meant to hurt you, before you told me it was a joke. However after that I did not mean to hurt you.”



“I know Patty. You can come and sit by me now.”



“Are you going to hurt me?”



“The thought had passed through my mind, but no, I am not going to hurt you.”



“Should we hurt Rita instead?”



“Patty, remember she’s flying the helicopter.”



“What could she possibly do to us when she finds out that I flew the Challenger from Prescott, Arizona to Barksdale Air Force Base, Louisiana all by myself?”



The intercom came alive with two voices. Paul and Rita said simultaneously, “You flew our plane? You can’t walk and chew gum at the same time, without going into a coma.”



“Steph, did you hear someone speaking to me? They were questioning my ability to take off, fly almost 1400 miles, and land that simple airplane. Piloting is one of the simplest things in the world.”



The helicopter started jinking all over the sky. Stephano was laughing as he held on to Patty so she would not fall off his lap.



“Dear, I think you should take up helicopter flying. You learned to fly the Challenger in two days by reading the manuals. It should take you six or seven hours to learn how to fly this helicopter. It seems our pilots have lost their touch. We will have to retire them before their time.”



Rita yelled, “You couldn’t fly this helicopter in six months, with proper training, no less six or seven hours by reading the manuals.”



Patty said calmly, “Do you want to bet?”



Stephano yelled, “Before you answer, think of Brad.”



Rita replied, “His bet was over a simple recipe. This bet will be over flying a technically challenging machine.”



Patty asked, “What would you like Rita?”



“You are such a bitch Patty. Brad is your indentured servant. Doctor Nall has to ride in a glider because she lost a chess match to you. You convince three mobsters to turn themselves in to the US Attorney, over lunch. Now you want me to pick out what I want. I want to see you fly this helicopter in two days.”



“I will, but what do you want to get out of it.”



“I want the joy of seeing you fail. What do you want from me?”



“You will abstain from all forms of sex for one week. You can’t even touch yourself, during that week.”



“You rotten bitch; talk about hitting a person below the belt. That is not fair.”



“You could always time it during the week of your period.”



“That has never stopped us before.”



“The decision is yours then, do we have a bet, or not?”



Rita thought for a moment and said, “I cannot go a week without sex. The bet is off.”



Paul asked Rita how much further she was going to travel, before she realized she had missed Glens Falls.



“You prick; you know when I’m talking about sex I can hardly think about anything else. How far did I miss it by?”



“We are 8 miles northwest of the city, so you missed our landing area by 25 miles.”



Paul said to Stephano, “We used some of the wood from the wedding to make some improvements while you were gone. I think you’ll approve of them. Look out the left side as we make our approach.”



It was pitch dark, and you could not tell one property from the other. Paul said, “Watch this.”



Suddenly, low intensity lights appeared, on what appeared to be a raised deck. There was also a day-glow orange windsock to tell the pilot which way the prevailing winds were coming from. It made the approach and landing very easy.



As soon as they were clear of the blades, Rita took off and headed for the helicopter airport on the other side of Glens Falls. They had to keep the helicopter there, until a new hangar was built on the property.



Patty asked, “Steph, why don’t we spend the night in my bus? We haven’t made love there, but we certainly did play there a lot.”



He smiled at her and replied, “I took many cold showers in that bus.”

As they approached it, they were happy to see that all the lines to it were connected, and working properly.



Stephano put in the security code, open the front door, and walked in after Patty. She turned on all the lights and started walking towards the rear of the bus, and came to an abrupt halt. She turned, waved at Stephano to join her. She pointed to their bed. Laying there, in peaceful slumber, were Bonnie, and Brad.



In a voice loud enough to wake them, Stephano said, “I guess his mother couldn’t find them here.”



Brad’s head popped up from the pillow, looked at his tormentors, and said, “Oh fuck, they are back.”



Stephano said, “Funny finding you two here. Is this your personal escape pod?”



Bonnie rubbed her eyes, and said, “Hi how was your honeymoon?”



Patty replied, “Very penetrating; extremely deep and thoughtful. Also, I’m pregnant.”



Ever the optimist, Brad said, “You can’t possibly know you’re pregnant. It’s way too soon to be sure.”



Patty laughed; looked at Stephano, “Do you want to ask him or me?”



“Since you already own him, it’s only right that you do it.”



“Brad, I have a three-part bet for you if you are willing. I have to be right on all three parts to win. You only have to be right on one to win.”



“Those are the kind of odds I like. What are we betting?”



“First thing in the morning, you will drive into town and buy two early pregnancy tests, made by different manufacturers. I will prove to you I’m pregnant. The second part will take a little longer to prove. I’m going to have twins. The third part is they are both going to be girls. Are those parameters tight enough for you?”



“Yes, what do you want from me?”



“Are you in love of Bonnie; and is she in love with you?”



Brad looked at Bonnie and said, “Yes, I am.” Bonnie’s reply was the same.



“Have you asked her to marry you?”



“No.



“You will on Christmas Eve, and marry her in April, to the delight of your mother and grandmother.”



Bonnie’s eyes glowed.



“You love your Corvettes, don’t you?”



“Yes, it is a car that shows status.”



“You will never buy another sports car again. You are going to be a family man, from Christmas Eve on. That is part two.



Brad said, “I knew I hated both of you from the instant I met you.”



The third part is, “You will design and build a safe room underground, and as inconspicuous as possible between, the house and the garage. I will give you the specifications. It will not show up in any of the city files. It is to be totally secret. If people get to curious, tell them it’s a bomb shelter.”



Brad looked at them. “I have a feeling if I take this bet; I am going to be fucked again?”



“What is your answer Brad; yes or no? If I have one wrong answer you can name your price. What would you like from me?”



“Oh my Lord, the list is so long, and I have to choose only one thing. Can I wait until after you lose?”



“Absolutely Brad, take all the time you want. Dream up anything you’d like. Remember what it is, because you’re not going to get it.”



“Patty, I hate you so.”



Stephano patted him on his shoulder. “At least you didn’t piss her off this time. She is pregnant, she is going to have twins, and they are going to be girls. Trust me; you have already lost the bet.”



“Can I finish the house first?”



“You’d better; otherwise you will see one pissed off woman.”



“Do you want us to get out of your bed now?”



“No, we just came in to get some clothes so we have something to wear tomorrow. You two go back to sleep. We will meet you at the construction site in the morning.”



“I think you will be very pleased with the progress we made in three weeks. I’ve had people crawling all over each other to get the house sealed in before the weather turns rainy and cold.”



“Brad, remember, you don’t have to please me; you have to please her. If you do that, you will be on top of the world.”



******



The next morning, when Patty and Stephano exited their temporary dwelling, there were four horses saddled and waiting outside to take them to the building site.



Patty smiled. “Timeless!” The mare trotted over to her, nuzzled her face, as Patricia scratched her ears.



“I am happy to see you too, girl. Has Brad been giving you your oats?”



As if the horse understood what she had been asked, she nodded her head in affirmation.



“Shall we go for a ride?”



Again, the horse nodded its head, and turned sideways so Patty could climb into the saddle.



Brad said, “One moment please, you have to put this on first.” He gave her a pair of blackout blinders, so she could not see.



“Why do I have to wear these?”



“If you want to see your new home, you have to put those on. It is not a request, it is in order.”



“Are we getting a little uppity this morning, Brad?”



“Uppity or not, if you want to see the house, you’re putting those blinders on.”



Patty looked at Stephano, who shrugged his shoulders. “Do it, what could it hurt?”



Patty climbed onto Timeless’, put on the blinders, and said, “Now what?”



“Now we will ride to the new house, and when I tell you to, you can take your blinders off.”



“Okay, let’s go, I want to see what you accomplished in three weeks.”



Brad said, “Give me the reins, and I’ll lead you to the house.”



Patty said, “Timeless, house.”



Stephano laughed as Brad muttered, “I hate that fucking horse.”



Timeless led the way, with the three other horses trailing behind her. She came to a stop in front of the building site, and waited for the other three horses to join her.



Patty asked if it was okay to take the blinders off.



Brad asked her, “Are you sure you don’t want that fucking horse to take it off for you?”



Stephano smacked Brad on the back of his head. “Are you sure you want to piss her off?”



“Yes, Patty, you can take the blinders off.”



As her eyes adjusted to the light, she was amazed. She looked at Brad and said, “The construction crews did all this in three weeks?”



“Organization, Patty, all it takes is organization. Threats always help too.”



“The outside of the house is nearly finished.”



“Yes it is. We are waiting for the windows, which are three days late. Your friend with the solar panels is a week late. That’s why you see all the copper plumbing coming out of the shingle roof. The house has hot and cold running water. The roof is sealed, and watertight. The Natural Gas Tank and lines are all underground, waiting to be hooked up to the meter and into the basement. The windmill is hooked up and generating electricity to the grid, and the house. That’s what we are using for the hot water tank. The solar panels on the barn are hooked up to the grid, and the hot water heater there. You are making money off those two investments already. Until the cold weather sets in, and we have to heat the barn to keep the horses comfortable, that money will keep coming in. Would you like to look at the inside of the house?”



“Brad, you have amazed me already, anything extra would be over the top.”



“In that case, hold onto your panties, you’re about to be amazed.”



“Who said I was wearing panties?”



Brad glared at her, while Stephano laughed.



Brad gave each of them a hard hat to wear, before entering the building. He asked if she wanted to look at the blueprints to remind her of what she was looking at.



She said, “No, I have the plans memorized.”



Brad kissed her, and said, “I hate you Patty. Tell me what you see.”



The first thing she noticed was that all the exterior walls were spray coated with insulation, between the one by twos nailed to the poured concrete wall’s. She walked around the great room and said, “This room is 3 feet shorter than it’s supposed to be.”



Brad said, “I hate you more than any other person on this planet; but I’ll explain why it is shorter than we planned later.”



She walked down the hall to the room where she and Stephano would argue until they had sorted everything out. The studs were not 2″x 4″. They were 2″ x 8″ to accommodate the extra soundproofing. She walked into the children’s bedrooms, and knew there were too many of them. Her mother said she would only have two children, but she could always adopt other less fortunate children and give them a happy home. As she was roaming around the house she was very pleased with the amount of work that had been accomplished. She told Brad she was very impressed.



Brad said, “Patty, you never looked up.”



She knew the staircases were in, at both ends of the house were framed in, but they were still covered in construction paper. However, there were no handrails, or ropes to grasp onto. Carefully, she climbed the stairs, and stepped into the giant loft that ran the full length of the house. The trusses were made of manufactured wood, which is 100 times stronger, then you genuine article. They were tied in to the roof using the steel rebar from the poured concrete walls, and hurricane resistant steel supports. This roof was going nowhere, unless it was hit directly by a tornado.



Brad took a knife from his pocket and cut a long thin strip along the protective paper covering the floor. He pulled it aside to show Patty that the lofts floor was completely installed.



She looked at him and asked, “How did you do all this?”



“Actually, you did it. You made me realize I enjoy being an architect. Once I figured that out, I wanted to see if I could organize a group of people and get a house done, in less than five months. If I can do this house in less than five months, I can do 90% of the houses I design in less time and build a normal house in less than nine months.”



“Brad, you’ve done all this work in three weeks. What do you have to do in the next four months?”



“Patty, I’ve been spending your money like water. I can’t do that with everyone. I will have to stick to a budget. I can’t have 70 and 80 people working at one time. If someone wants me to get a house in in five or six months and is willing to spend the money, I can do it. Most people cannot do it. For those people it will take nine months to a year to build a house. There is still a lot of work to do inside your house; a lot of tedious, time-consuming, work to do. For example, electricity: you want triple redundancy, and that is going to take a lot of time to do because we will not run it by one pathway. We will run by three separate pathways. You want cable, satellite, computer, and microwave transmission facilities. Again that is time-consuming work. You have an assortment of specialty items on your list and these people have to be brought in from the outside to do it. It is not cheap, and it is very time-consuming. All of this work has to be done in the basement, before it is weather sealed. That fucking electronic door at the north end of the house is being made by the same company that makes bank vaults. All the money in the world cannot rush them, using the specifications you gave them.”



Patty hugged him, and told him he was a genius.



Brad rarely got a compliment like this from Patty, and his chest swelled.



As she was walking away from him, she said, “Brad, you have done great work, and I am extremely proud of you. Your mother must be on cloud nine. I have one more thing to say to you before I leave, ‘You have two months to finish my house. I don’t care how much of my money you spend; just get it done.”



“Patty, I can’t do it. It’s not possible. These people aren’t available. Patty, it can’t be done. Listen to me….”



Patty climbed aboard Timeless, blew a kiss towards him, threw him her hard hat, and said, “I move in in two months and one day. Don’t disappoint me Brad; I still own you for five months. You don’t want me to get upset, do you?”



As she rode away, Brad screamed, “I hate you Patty, I really, really hate you.”



She raised her hand, waved at him, and continued riding Timeless away.



Stephano mounted his horse, threw Brad his hard hat, and said, “I think you pissed her off; no, I’m sure of it, Brad. I would have the house ready in two months, or you may not be able to propose to Bonnie, on bended knee Christmas Eve.”



“Stephano, have I said lately that I hate your wife. I hate her with every fiber of my being. She is the most infuriating woman on this planet. Between her and that horse, I’m not sure which one I would shoot first.”



Stephano laughed at Brad. “If I were you, I would shoot Timeless first. Otherwise, if she saw you threatening Patty, the horse might shoot you.”



******



105. The Test and Other Results



It was 8:59 AM, on Tuesday morning, at the University of Maryland at College Park. The Economics Test results had been delayed one week, because of the professor’s illness. Now, two freshmen sat in front of their computers waiting for their test results. They studied extremely hard for the test, and made a bet to go along with it. Cindy and Sandy waited as the countdown continued. Finally, the computer read 9 AM. The exam scores popped up. They scrolled down to their names, and they screamed, “No, he can’t do that to us. It’s not fair. I’ll kill him. I’m going home, and I’m going to kill him. I am going to hit him over the head with this damn computer, and show him how well I did,” screamed Cindy.



The line next to their test scores said, “Exam result withheld at the request of the parent.”



The chimes on their computers rang, indicating they had emails waiting for them. They already knew who it was from.



“Hello children, how did you do on your exam? We wait to hear from you with bated breath. Dad”



Sandy ran to hers and started to answer his query.



Cindy was way ahead of her. Since they were not in the presence of their mother and father, they were using words they were not allowed to use at home.



Fred responded in his lawyerly tone. “Such vile language, from such young, beautiful, brilliant, and vibrant college students. You have accused me of withholding your grades. Legally, I cannot do that, because I am not your parent, yet. I try to treat you like adults. I teach you manners and how to comport yourselves in proper society. I see now that I have failed you. You still jump to conclusions instead of ferreting out the facts. I was going to rescind your punishment, and allow you to come home this weekend. However, I see now that you have not learned your lesson. Thanksgiving is several weeks away, and hopefully by then you may have learned something about family, and about yourselves. Your sisters and your mother miss you very much. It would have been very nice to see you, and I must admit I am truly disappointed in your actions. Grades mean a lot. They meant everything to me growing up. You must learn that family means more than anything. Dad.”



Message from Cindy and Sandy to the dolt lawyer in the family.



As usual, you misconstrue our anger. We were not angry with each other, and we were not angry over the possibility over winning or losing our bet. That was settled the day we returned to school. Neither of us was going to punish the other. We talked it out as sisters; not older sister, or younger sister, but as sisters. As usual, it was you who jumped to a conclusion. Our anger is directed at you, and your belief that you know everything about everything, and everyone. Well, you don’t. It may come as a shock to you, but we do have minds of our own. We use them to settle our own problems, even though sometimes they have to be pointed out to us. We will stay at school, until Thanksgiving, Christmas, or until the end of the school year, if that’s what you want. Just know that we were angry with you, because you withheld something we worked very hard for. We have been working hard since we have returned to school. We help each other as we always have, and nothing will ever change that, not even you.



Cindy and Sandy



The bell on their computer rang shortly afterwards, and they knew they had received a reply. Neither one wanted to see what their dad had to say. They wondered if they had crossed an invisible line, and gone too far.



From the lawyer in the family to Cindy and Sandy:



It’s about time you two stood up for each other. It has always been Cindy did this, or Sandy did that. It has never been ‘We.’ You may have thought of yourselves as sisters, twins, or cohabitants in a single room, but you never used the words ‘We’ when it came to you two as a pair. ‘Separate but Equal,’ is inherently ‘Unequal.’ It took the Supreme Court of the United States more than two decades to figure that out. It only took the two of you to 19 years. Just think you are faster than the Highest Court in the land. When your school week is over, if you so desire, you may come home. You may also open the attachment, and find out what your grades are, including the extra credit portion. If I find out you fought about it, I will leave welts from my belt on your backsides ½ inch deep. Dad”



Cindy looked at her sister and asked, “How do you want to handle this?”



“I’ll go over to my computer, and when I’m ready, we will count down from five, and open the attachment; when you’re ready, will scroll down to our names. Okay?”



They did exactly what they said they would do, and when they reached their names there were little happy faces with an arrow that said, “Double Right Click.”



Cindy asked, “Are you ready?”



“On the count of five; 1, 2,3,4,5. They double right clicked and the screen exploded with confetti, and signs saying, “Fooled you.” “Ha Ha!”



Cindy yelled, “I’ll kill the rotten bastard when I get home. How could he do that to us? He sets us up for a fall. I feel like cutting his dick off.”



Sandy said, “Let’s not get irrational over this. There are other ways to get even with him, without cutting off one of the things we love about him.”



“We could always get boyfriends.”



“Are they going to be as good to us as he is?”



“Do you have to be so logical at a time like this? I’m angry with him.”



“So am I, so let’s tie him up and take advantage of him.”



Cindy said, “On the way home, let’s stop at a hardware store and get some big cable ties. They are easier to use than rope, and they’re quicker.”



“What are ‘Cable Ties?’?”



“It’s in that new book, ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.”



Sandy asked her, “When did you have time to read it.”



“Please, it’s such an easy read and any fifth grader could do it. It took me two and one half hours to breeze through the whole thing. Anyone who starts out with a premise that a young woman never touched her clit by the age of 22, and is still a virgin, is a lying bitch. Then she falls for a billionaire that’s really heavy into BDSM. She says to him, ‘Oh sure I’ll let you do anything you want to me, because I love you.’ Lady, give me a break. No one is going to cane me, trap me in cable ties, suspend me on an ‘X’ cross, and a bunch of piercing toys he wants to use on me, and have me say, “Okay, have fun. I’ll lie down and take it, because I love you.” 2 ½ hours of absolute nonsense. I gave the book back to Roslyn. She even thought it was trash.”



“Why didn’t you let me read it?”



Cindy replied, “I’ll get it for you if you want. I just thought it was so awful; it wasn’t worth your time.”



“Get it for me please. I’d like to make my own decision on it.”



“Let me call Roz, and see if she’s in. If she is, I will get it now. You’ll finish it before our 1 o’clock class.”



Sandy asked her sister, “What do you think we should do about dad?”



“We are not going to answer him. It will drive him crazy. I think there’s another way we can get our grades. We can go to our guidance counselor and tell her we want to retake Economics 101, because we don’t feel were doing that well. We feel by our parents withholding our grades, they are trying to keep us from being disheartened. We just want to be prepared to fail the course, and have a spot reserved for us next semester. She will have to look it up on her computer, to find out what’s going on with our grades, maybe we can sneak it by her that way.”

“Cin, I don’t know if you’re smarter than I am, but I think you’re getting as sneaky as dad.”



“Thank you, Sandy, that means a lot to me.”



Cindy called Roslyn and was able to get the book for Sandy.



While Cindy was busy doing that, Sandy made an appointment with their guidance counselor. Her next opening was in two weeks, and she scheduled their appointments for 4 P.M.



As they were preparing for their 1 PM class, the chime on their laptops went off telling them there was an email waiting.



From the lawyer in the family to two errant females: There was no response to my last message? Are you quiet, or are you quite angry again?”



In re: Know it all lawyer in the family.



You blew it once more. You used the incorrect adjective at the end of the sentence. It is not ‘Again.’ ‘Still’ is the appropriate adjective. Go back to school and study harder.



Cindy and Sandy



Sandy looked at her sister and said, “I think we are treading a very thin line.”



“How much more can he punish us? We are banned from the house. We can’t speak to mom. We can’t speak to Debbie or Danni. He has effectively cut us off from our family. We either fight for our rights, or we lose everything we have ever had. It will be worse than when we were with our biological father.”



“I will never let that happen. I will not lose mom and the girls. I love them too much.”



“I think we have time for one more email.”



“Dear mom, we don’t know if you will ever see this, because we don’t know if he censures your mail or not. We have just had a talk and have decided that Fred has gone too far. He has banned us from our home. He has banned us from seeing you. He has banned us from seeing our sisters. Effectively, he has turned into our biological father, and is attempting to destroy our family. We will not allow that to happen, because we love the three of you so much. We have not decided on a course of action yet, but whatever it may be, know that we are doing it, because we did not want to lose the thing we love the most, OUR FAMILY.



All our love, Cindy and Sandy



Cindy pressed send, closed her laptop, and she and her sister headed off for class. They were not 20 feet outside their dormitory when the chime on their laptops went off.



Sandy laughed. “I guess he’s pissed.”



Cindy shrugged her shoulders. “I would say we have his attention.”



The email sign stayed on for the next 90 minutes as they suffered through their English class. They had spoken this language all their lives; how could it be this hard to understand.



The class filed out of the auditorium, but they stayed seated, waiting for a little privacy. They opened the email and saw an attachment. They opened it and there was their mother looking, smiling at them.



“Hello my babies. Fred never censures my mail. I see everything that comes in that is addressed to me. He is not an ogre like your father was. He was trying to get a message through to you. It appears that it has worked. How often do you talk to each other now? Not only talk, how often do you listen to each other? You are making plans, together, to get rid of him, one way, or another. You are working as a team. It is a lot different now, than it was when you were trying to win the Economics challenge, isn’t it. You said, “…you had not decided on a course of action yet, but whatever it may be, know that We are doing it because We did not want to lose the thing we love the most, OUR FAMILY.”



When you made a bet between each other, you were breaking the fabric of the family. Regardless of who spanked whom, it would always be remembered. A rift would have formed, and always be remembered by the two of you. It never could be repaired. One of you would always have that to hold over your sister’s head. Your father could not let that happen. He wanted you to be sisters more than he wanted you to be competitors on an exam. You both got one 100% on your economics exam. Cindy you got 80 extra credits. Sandy you got 40 extra credits. The professor noted on your test that you didn’t do the last two extra credit questions. He wondered why; and wants to speak to you about it, after your next class.



We are extremely proud of both of you. Your banishment is over, you may resume your normal schedule starting this weekend if you so desire. Fred said if you are angry with him he will stay at hotel, until you go back to school. We await your reply. I love you, my girls. You are my life.”



Sandy looked at Cindy, “Dammit, why are his lessons so hard to understand?”



“I guess because if they were easy he wouldn’t need him to teach them to us. I always feel like an idiot when I find out what I was supposed to learn, and how long it took me to learn it. It seems so simple to understand it now that mom said it. Without those words it was like peering into outer space. It’s just a black void, with little dots of light trillions of miles away that you’ll never reach in one lifetime.”



From the top row of the auditorium they heard, “I’m looking for two errant females, with weeks of dirty laundry, looking for free ride home, with a dumb lawyer.”



Cindy and Sandy screamed, “FRED!” They charged up a multilevel staircase to get to him.



They wrapped their arms tightly around him.



“Fred, why are your lessons so hard to learn?”



“Because they are the only ones worth learning. The simple ones anyone can learn. The hard ones make you think, and make you a better person. What happened to you over the last few weeks made both of you search your very souls for answers. You got angry with yourselves, and with me. You got so angry with me; you were ready to kill me for trying to break up the family. You didn’t realize you stumbled upon the answer to the problem. I will never allow this family to be torn apart. How many times have I said it to each of you? Think about it, think about first day we met, and the conditions we were first introduced. They were not exactly what you would consider ideal. I promised you that day, nothing bad would ever happen to you, didn’t I?”



The girls said, “Yes Fred, you promised us we would never be hurt.”



“Have I kept that promise?”



Sandy said, “No, you make my brain hurt.”



Fred laughed. “Sandy, brains don’t have nerve endings. They can’t feel a thing.”



“Can we go home now, I want to see mom.”



“Don’t you want to buy cable ties first?”



“How do you know about that?”



“I have spies everywhere.”



“No you don’t, you’re lying.”



“Explain to me how I would know about the cable ties?”



“You’re making my head hurt again; what are we having for dinner?”



“I’m sure if you call your mother and tell her you are coming home for a long weekend, she’ll whip something up for you.”



Cindy pushed the buttons on her cell phone, and when her mom answered she heard, “Lasagna, we are on our way home and I want lasagna, please.”



“Who said you could come home on a Wednesday?”



“A very good lawyer, a friend of the family, and your fiancé.”



“Oh, is that where he snuck off to. Okay, tell him to bring home two loaves of Italian bread, four cloves of garlic, a large bottle of cold pressed extra virgin olive oil, and the two of you. He can forget everything else, but he can’t forget the two of you.”



“Mom, I’m driving, Cindy’s navigating, and dads going to be in the back, trussed up in cable ties.”



“Young woman, who gave you permission to read that book?”



“You read it too mom? What did you think of it?”



“Don’t you try to change the subject; answer my question young lady?”



“I am over 18 years old, and can read anything that is published mother, even that piece of trash.”



“I paid $29.95 for that piece of trash.”



“We just pass it around the dormitory. We are smarter than our parents.”



“I guess where having Burger King for dinner.”



“Mom, you wouldn’t do that to us, would you?”



“You are smarter than I am. Lasagna takes an awful lot of hard work to make. I can buy Burger King at the drive-through window. Even I know which is easier.”



“I’ll do my own laundry.”



“You have a deal. Get your ass home, I want to kiss it.”



Fred drove home, while the girls did homework on the computers in the back. When he turned onto the street they lived, Fred heard a little commotion in the back. As the garage door closed, he realized why. Cindy and Sandy were naked. They threw their clothes into their laundry bags, jumped out of the van, and in nothing but their tennis shoes, ran into the house screaming for their mother.



Sharon was stirring the meat sauce as her eldest daughters ran through the kitchen and into her arms. It seemed like nine weeks instead of nine days since they had seen her. Tears flowed from her children’s eyes. Even though they claimed to be adults, they were still her babies, and always would be.



Sharon told Cindy to bend over. When she assumed the position, her mother kissed her ass as she promised.



Sandy said, “Hey, what about me?”



Sharon replied, “I never promised to kiss your ass, but come here and I’ll think of something.”



Sandy approached her mother, and was delighted when her mother lowered her head and sucked on the nipple of her left breast. She held her mother’s head there and said, “It is so good to be home.”



Cindy started to say something, but the look Fred gave her made her think twice. She stopped, nodded her head. She had indeed learned her lesson. This was FAMILY, and everyone in HER FAMILY would be treated EQUALLY!



They were still naked, drinking orange juice and watching their mother prepare the lasagna when Debbie and Danny walked in through the front door. They screamed with joy, when they saw their sisters standing in the kitchen. They dropped their books and ran to them. They asked 100 questions about their banishment; and how they did on their exams. The questioning stopped when Danni said, “Your naked, have you started without us? We haven’t had sex since dad sent you away. He said it wouldn’t be fair to you if we were having fun while you were suffering. I thought it was bullshit, but I don’t make the rules; he does. Oh God, did I just say that word out loud?”



She turned her head to her father, who had a large grin on his face. She looked at her mother, who was nodding her head.



“I haven’t been punished in nine days. You two come home, and within 10 minutes I screw up. Thanks a lot guys, I truly appreciate it.”



Fred looked at his youngest and said, “Due to extenuating circumstances, I am going to allow you to get away with this one time. The next time it happens, it will take an act of God to get you out of trouble.”



Danni went over to her father, grasped him around the waist, apologized for her misdemeanor, and thanked him for his leniency.



She said, “Dad, most of all, my tiny ass thanks you.”



“What a wonderful way to thank me, Danni. I think I’ll have a piece of it later tonight.”



Danni’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Does anyone have a needle and thread; my big mouth just got me in trouble again.”



Fred laughed as he hugged Danni tight. She was so tiny, but she was as better than gold.



Sharon looked at her fiancé with a smile on her face. “Fred, there is an hour and a half until dinner. After the girls set the table, do you think you can find something to keep them occupied?”



Fred did not have a chance to answer. Four youthful females charged around the kitchen taking out plates, silverware, glasses, napkins, bread trays, and butter dishes. The table was set perfectly in 90 seconds. White House butlers, using micrometers, could not have done it any better.



The four young women waited for Fred’s instructions. They knew better than to jump to any conclusions.



“Well, Cindy said she would do her own laundry, she can start on that. Debbie and Danni have school tomorrow, so they have homework to do. They should do that before dinner. That leaves me with Sandy for a little while, until Cindy finishes her chores and is able to join us. If she stuffs a washing machine with all her clothes at one time, she will pay for it dearly, and I do mean dearly.”



Much to his surprise, Sandy asked, “Can I help Cindy with the laundry? We do our whites together to make one load. Then we have two loads of color wash afterwards. It is how we do it at school.”



“That’s an excellent idea. Do it, and when you are finished, I will meet you upstairs.”



8 feet went in separate directions, two mouths were grumbling, because they had to do their homework. The other two went to divide and conquer their laundry.



Fred took a wooden spoon, dipped it in the meat sauce, and tasted it. “Sharon, you absolutely amaze me. This sauce is absolutely fantastic, just like you.”



He moved behind her, grabbed her hips, kissed her neck, and nibbled on her ear lobes. His hands moved to her breasts and fondled them, as her head leaned back onto his shoulder.



“Fred, I’ll burn the sauce.”



He reached over and lowered the flame under the large pot. He continued his ministrations to her breasts, and neck, while his right hand moved down her flank and found the button on her skirt. He bit her earlobe gently, squeezed his tip of her nipple, and loosed the button at the same time. The skirt fell to the floor around her feet.



“Fred, dinner will be late.”



“Yes dear, but you will cum early.”



He lowered her panties to the floor turned her around and smothered her mouth with his. She put her arms around his neck as he picked her up, and slowly pushed himself inside her.



“Why couldn’t you have been my first Fred? My life would have been perfect.”



“Don’t think about him. Think about the girls he gave you. They are treasures I would not have given you. You would be lost without them. We both had terrible starts in life. Now we have the rest of our lives to live happily.”



They were in the throes of making love, when Cindy and Sandy walked out of the laundry room. They had never been allowed to watch their parents make love, so this was a special time for them. They did not make sound or a movement that would disturb them. They watched their mothers face and saw her glow as Fred passionately and pleasurably took their mother her higher and higher towards her orgasm. It turned out not to be one, or two, but more than they could count. She seemed to roll from one orgasm to another, without stopping in between.



When Fred released inside their mother, his head dropped to her bosom. He seemed to lose all his strength, but he never let her go. She was resting in his arms, with her head on his shoulder. He carried her, past them into the den, and lay her down on the couch.



Sandy ran to get a comforter to cover her. She handed it to Fred, and backed away. He nodded, and placed it over his love. He kissed her, put his deflated penis back into his pants, and walked out of the room.



Sandy said, “Dad, we weren’t spying on you. We put the laundry into the washing machine and walked into the kitchen. We saw the two of you making love, and we didn’t want to disturb you. We just froze where we were, not moving, talking, or even breathing. We don’t want you to be angry with us, it was an accident.”



Fred smiled at two of his daughters. “Do you think your mother and I didn’t realize the two of you might walk in on us after you sorted your clothes, and started the wash? It is just another life lesson. It is the difference between sex, and making love. When you go out on your own, and believe you have found that special someone to spend your life with, that is what it is supposed to look and feel like. What did your bodies tell you while you were watching us? Were we just fucking each other for the heck of it; or are we madly, passionately, and deeply committed to one another. I love the four of you children like you are my own. I will make love to all of you and make you feel cherished. I can never make you feel like I feel for your mother, because she and I are attached to one another at a different level. I hope you can understand that now.”



“Is your brain hurting again Sandy? Is he teaching too many tough lessons to you two in one day?”



The two girls walked over to their half-dressed mother, and asked, “How can you stand him, mom? Is he always in teaching mode? Does he always make you think when he’s alone with you?”



“No, my dears, sometimes we do some really fun things at the spur of the moment. Of course, it makes dinner late, but your father doesn’t seem to mind, and honestly, neither do I.”



Cindy and Sandy looked at each other, and communicated in their own private way. They smiled, turned to their parents and Cindy said, “Dad, why don’t you take mom upstairs. Sandy and I will finish making dinner. We promise not to ruin it.”



Sharon glanced at their daughters and said, “You do realize what you’re giving up, don’t you?”



“Yes, but we always have tomorrow, while the younger ones are at school.”



Sharon gave them a brief set of directions, turned, grabbed Fred by his belt, and pulled him towards the stairwell.



Sandy giggled. “Cindy, I think mom was horny.”



“I don’t know how she has any strength remaining after what we saw. She was just hanging on for dear life, and dad didn’t have her braced against anything. It was brute muscle power that kept them together, but their lovemaking was so intense and passionate, I don’t think either of them realizes how much energy they used to stay upright.”



“Well sis, at least we let them use a bed this time. Let’s check the clothes, and see if they’re done. We have an hour to ourselves; we can watch a movie or do homework. What do you think?”



“Homework, a movie is too long, and we will wind up burning dinner. There would be repercussions for doing that from both dad and mom.”



“Oh no, double trouble, I vote against that. Maybe we should put panties on, and sit on the floor in front of the stove, while the lasagna cooks. We will be sure to see if anything starts to go wrong.”



“No panties, just towels. When our laundry is done, we will put on warm panties; they always feel so good.”



Sandy laughed. “Admit it, Cindy; you just want your pussy to get warm.”



“Guilty as charged.”



*****




Sharon took him by his little head, and spoke to its single eye, “Are you finished teaching for today? I hope so, otherwise you going to be in the dark about a lot of things.”



Suddenly, she put all 8 ½ inches of him was in the dark; just below her Adams Apple. It was being squeezed by the muscles of her throat. Fred’s eyes were closed tightly as his hands remained bound to the headboard.



“I don’t like this Sharon, I feel useless.”



In the best English she could vocalize Sharon said, “Mmmm hmmmnn.” Her head continued worshiping his phallus, as her hands played with his plums and his anus. Every time he tried to close the muscles of his ass, she squeezed his plums, until he screamed. His screaming had the effect of loosening his sphincter muscles. Two of her fingers shot up inside him in search of his prostate gland. Her fingers were short. She used her shoulders to raise his legs higher and higher up her back. Finally she found it and he was hers. Every time she pressed on his prostate, she tormented him to the point of orgasm, and then backed away. Her mouth was working its magic on one end, and her fingers were keeping him on edge at the other end.



He screamed, “Sharon, I’ve got to cum, please let me cum.”



She lifted her mouth off of him, took a deep breath, licked the mushroom on top of his monster, kissed it, lifted her head, smiled at him, and said, “NO.” Her head dove down on his missile like object until it was wedged in her throat, and his hips were afoot in the air. His scream could be heard throughout a household.



Danni and Debbie rushed out of their room to see if Fred was okay. Not knowing he was in the bedroom with their mother, they rushed downstairs to speak with her about all the noise. When they saw Cindy and Sandy sitting on the floor studying, Debbie asked, “What the heck is going on up there?”

Sandy smiled, “Well, I’d say mom is getting even with dad right about now. He took her for a ride in the kitchen, and it sounds like she’s taking him for a ride in the bedroom.”



“What happened to you two; I thought it was supposed to be your turn?”



“Cindy and I noticed that mom was a little edgy after dad finished with her in the kitchen. So we stayed to watch dinner cook, and let her go upstairs and do some cooking with dad. I would say he’s about done.”



“If he screams any louder, the neighbors are going to come over to see who is getting beaten up.”



“There is only one man in this family, and he’s yelling. They will know the rest of us are ganging up on him.”



*******



“I am going to get you for this Sharon.”



“Mi crtglt hp sw.”



“You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.”



“Ouch, don’t do that again Sharon, I’ll take out the paddle, I swear I will.”



Sharon pushed her fingers deep into his rectum, pressed them hard against his prostate, and rubbed it mercilessly against the sidewall of his intestine.



He was so close to cumming, his body was levitating off the bed. Sharon grasped the bottom of his prick in a death grip and began pump him mercilessly with her mouth.



“No,” he screamed, “No more, I can’t take any more. Please, Sharon, please let me cum.”



She pressed on his prostate again, released the hold onto his penis, and Fred’s orgasm was like no other he had ever experienced.



It was nothing like Sharon had ever experienced either. His semen was so thick it coagulated upon impact at the bottom of her throat. She had to pull him out half way before she was able to swallow his first full load, and it was by no means his last. She had fun teasing him, but he was having the final laugh. He filled her mouth, throat, and gullet with such an immense amount of semen, it felt like it would never end. She thanked God that Fred’s hands were tied above his head. If he had pressed her head down into his lap while this was happening, she would not have been able to breathe. She would surely have suffocated. When he was finally finished, so was she. His eyes were closed, his head was back against the pillow, his arms were slack, and his breathing became slow and steady. She looked up at him, and the bastard was asleep. She wanted to kill him. She didn’t even get a ‘Thank You’ or a ‘Well Done.’ She wanted to bite it off, but she licked it, and he groaned.



She thought, “Well, at least that’s something.” She climbed alongside him to release him from his bonds. As soon as the second one was gone, she was on her back and he was looking down at her, with smoke coming out of his ears.



“So little girl, you want to play rough, do you? I think I can accommodate you with your little games.”



“Fred, be nice, you enjoyed it.”



“Trust me my love; you will enjoy what I have in store for you also.”



“The last time you said that my ass was red for a week.”



“Yes, it was; but I put oil on it, and kissed it every night, before you went to sleep.”



“That’s not the only thing you did to it, before I went to sleep.”



“I had to think of something to do with the excess oil.”



“Fred, you are such a liar. The first time you did it to me you picked me up, and told me we were going to dance to a waltz. We danced to a beautiful waltz alright, but you also took my anal virginity at the same time. You take me out to a fabulous restaurant. You teach me about fine wines, and I get a little tipsy. When we get home, I get a tipsy, again, but it’s up my ass. Then you come up with the routine with the oil, and for 7 days in a row, you lull me into a false sense of security. I wind up with 8 ½ inches of you up my backside every time you oil me up. The amazing thing about you Fred, is both the girls and I know it’s coming, and we are always surprised, when we find it inside us. We know you are going to use a condom. There is always a pause when you stop to put it on. There should be a chance for us to escape, but we lay there and wait for the inevitable, and wind up enjoying what you do, both to, and for us.”



“Darling, what are we doing now?”



Sharon looked at her position. She was on her side, with Fred spooned behind her. Her right leg was high over his right leg, and when she realized what he had done to her, she said, “Fred, you are disgusting.”



He pushed his dick further into her ass and kissed the curve of her neck. He said, “Remember my dear, this is not my fault. If all those young women in my building had worn a decent cover-up in the elevator, while they were going down to the pool, I may not have this ass fetish at all. If they had covered their bottoms instead of their tops, I would be fucking your breasts now. Think how messy that might be all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I have done that to your breasts many times, but first and foremost, I am an ass man.”



“As I said Fred, you are disgusting.”



******



There was a knock on the bedroom door and Fred said “Come in.”



Sharon screamed, “Don’t you dare come into this room.”



Cindy stuttered, “Ahmm, dinners ready.”



“We will be down in 10 minutes, Cindy.”



“Fred, if you do that to me again, I will kill you.”



“A bride to be told me just recently, that her uncle had laid out a ton of money in deposits for a fancy hotel, ballroom, invitations, and other items that make a fancy wedding. She said if the groom did not show up, the uncle would kill me. What do you think the uncle would do to the bride-to-be, if she killed the groom on his way to the altar?”



“Fred, how can you stay hard, and talk so much?”



“We practice it in Law School. Yale has three all-female colleges and prep schools within 10 miles of its campus. Many of these young women, all with large trust funds, looking to marry a Yale lawyer, come over to the law school, during the week we do “Moot Court.” During part of those weeks, some of us are defense attorneys, and the other part of the weeks we are prosecuting attorneys. If a young woman likes you, and believes you are going to be successful, she will pair up with you for part of, or the entire “Moot Court” session. During that time, we will practice our oratory, while fucking like bunnies.”



“I thought you said you studied all the time?”



“What did I just say? I was practicing my oratory, while fucking like a bunny. I am good at multitasking, just ask your uncle. Now, pay attention, because you’re about to cum.”



“Fred, I’m not even warmed up…”



Fred’s hips moved in a figure 8, his right hand went to her pussy, his left hand to her breast, and his mouth to her neck and ears. Without realizing what happened to her, she was on her back on top of him, with her legs splayed wide open outside of his. Her legs were so wide apart they hurt. The combination of pummeling her behind and his fingers inside her pussy caused a fountain of fluid to squirt free from her insides. He moved his thumb to her clit and teased it. Her body started chasing his hand, but he would not allow her to catch it. He played with her inner and outer labia. When she turned her hips to get him to touch her clit, he moved his hand away.



“Touch me Fred, touch me please.”



He whispered in her ear, “I believe I was in a position similar to yours a short time ago, and you refused my request. Why should I accede to yours?”



“Because you love me, and I adore you, but most of all, dinner is getting cold.”



“That is not fair. You’re playing the children against me. I will allow you to come this time but the next time you get the paddle for insubordination. Is that understood?”



“Yes, my dear, you can even use the oil afterwards.”



He brought his hips into high gear and both hands to her vaginal opening. He surrounded her clit with both thumbs and her body did not have a chance. He pressed against it from both sides and then rubbed it in opposite directions as quickly as he could. In less than 20 seconds she was steaming. In 20 more, she was boiling over and by one minute she screamed in ecstasy, as had another orgasm that blew her way.



Fred withdrew from her ass, and slid her over onto her stomach to let her rest. He kissed her from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. He told her he was going to take a shower. He said that if she was still lying down when he got out of the shower he was going to pick her up and throw her into it, with the cold water on. She replied something that was inaudible as Fred headed for the bathroom. Five minutes later he was done, and yelled that fact to his lady.



She screamed back that she was awake and ready for her shower. She walked by him as he went into his closet looking for his robe. Several moments later she walked out of the bathroom looking like a drowned rat. He laughed, handed her a robe, and a towel for her long hair.



She looked menacingly at him and said, “Fred, this is as good as it’s going to get for the rest of the night; get used to it.”



He rummaged through his closet quickly. “Where is that damn camera when I want it?”



“Hidden, where you can’t find it,” she said with a smile on her face.



She opened the bedroom door, started down to join her girls in the kitchen, while Fred grumbled a few feet behind her.



106. One if by Hand, Two Before Bedtime



Dinner and discussion were fabulous, as always, especially now that they were all together. Sharon was shocked and amazed that her two youngest had read her copy of that book.



“Is nothing sacred in this house?”



“Mom, if you don’t want us to read something, you shouldn’t leave it on the kitchen table, when you go out shopping. It reads like a laundry list of things not to do when you fall in love. Even if the guy is filthy rich, he has no right to beat you like our father did to you. It’s absolutely disgusting.”



Fred knew what was about to happen to him, so he was prepared. “I kind of liked it.”



Five pieces of Italian bread went flying at him, and each one hit there mark with precision.



Danni yelled at him, “Dad, how could you think that any man has a right to abuse a woman?”



“He was just showing her who the boss in the family was going to be.”



When Sharon laughed, the girls understood what he was doing. Sandy said, “Can’t we have a wonderful dinner, without a teaching lesson thrown in?”



“What fun would that be? If you don’t use your brains all the time, they just run amok, and think of silly things, like Economics Exams, and killing your father.”



“Cindy and I are still thinking about killing you for keeping the results of our Economics grades from us.”



“Sandy have you learned nothing from my emails? I don’t have the power to keep your grades from you.”



Cindy and Sandy looked at their mother with evil intent.



Sharon looked at Cindy and said, “I made you your favorite dinner, so don’t give me that look young woman.”



“Mom, how could you do that to us? You knew how important those grades were to us.”



“I think I’m going to have to smack you both on the head so you remember what you seem to have already forgotten. You hadn’t learned your lesson yet. You were still vying for the best grade to hold it over your sister’s head. There is a better way to keep you from forgetting that lesson ever again. I think I will keep Fred from having sex with either of you for another month.”



Danni yelled, “Does that include Debbie and me?”



“No, you have suffered enough.”



“Mom, it is tough enough learning lessons from Fred. Now you are going to start teaching us lessons also?”



“Do you think Fred is the only smart one in this house? I may not have gone to college, but your father taught me a lot of lessons I will never forget. He made me learn them the hard way, and I hated every one of them.”



Sandy dropped her head in shame. “I’m sorry mom. We have been with Fred for so long, and he has been so wonderful to all of us, I have almost forgotten the ogre who ruined your life.”



“I understand your problem sweetheart, because Fred makes me feel so wonderful in my heart. Your father always creeps into my mind, when I am thinking about the four of you, and how wonderful all of you have turned out. I couldn’t be prouder of you if I tried. There are still things you have to learn, and you will learn them at school, around this table, from me, and from Fred. Life is a continual learning process, and sometimes it hurts, it hurts a lot, both mentally and physically.”



Fred got up from his seat and walked over to Sharon before she had a chance to start crying. It was times like these, when she was thinking of her past, she could not control her emotions.



He said, “Girls, would you leave us alone for a few minutes.”



Sandy ran up to her room with Cindy inches behind her. Debbie and Danni were in Sandy’s room seconds later.



Sandy cried, “Why am I so stupid. I never meant to hurt mom, but I did. How could I do that to her? How could I dredge up those hurtful memories?”



Cindy leaned down against her sister, and tried to console her. “I was 16 years old, and dad was hitting mom. I was old enough to say something, or to do something about it. I was so frightened of him, I did nothing. I was so ashamed of myself; I went into our closet and cried, because I was a coward.”



Debbie said, “Cin, you are not the only one. Danni and I hid also. We are only one year younger than you are, and could have done the same thing. He was such a monster; he had us all frightened to death. If he could do that to mom, he would have had no problem killing all of us.”



Standing in the doorway, Fred was holding on to Sharon. She said to her ‘Treasures’, “I would never have allowed him to touch you. He would have been dead before he got to your room. I would have protected you with my life, as I did from the days you were born.”



From her bed, Sandy said, “Mom, I never meant to dredge up those memories. Please forgive me, sometimes I feel so stupid I want to bang my head up against the wall.”



Fred nuzzled his lips against Sharon’s neck, and said to her, “It’s such a pretty head, don’t let her do that please.”



“A few dents on the back of her head wouldn’t be too noticeable, would they?”



“If they were well placed, No they wouldn’t be noticeable. I would have to do it with the paddle to be sure the placement was correct.”



“You should use the big paddle, she has a big head.”



Sandy yelled, “I do not, it’s the same size as Cindy’s.”



“Fred, I guess you going to have to hit Cindy also.”



“Hey, what did I do?”



“You are her twin sister; you have to look alike at all times.”



“I am going to look that up in a medical dictionary. I am sure you two are lying.”



“Cindy, who makes up the rules in this house?”



“You do, but I hate it when I lose on a technicality.”



Fred smiled at her. “Since you realized that you were trapped, I will rescind your mother’s dictum on sex. We will start tomorrow, as planned.”



“Sandy also?”



“You are twins; you must be treated ‘Equally’, under the law.”



Sharon said to her younger daughters, “Hey you two, you have school tomorrow, its bedtime.”



Debbie whined, “But mom, he promised.”



“Did I say which bed?”



They screamed in joy. They ran towards their parents’ bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor.



Sharon yelled, “Where do your clothes belong?”



Sandy said, “Mom let them go, I’ll get their clothes.”



Sharon kissed Sandy’s head. “It seems you have learned your lesson very well.”



“Mom, all I have to say is I am not going to law school. If all my teachers are like dad, I would cry myself to sleep every night.”



Fred answer was simple. “Where did you get the idea you sleep while you’re in law school?”



“Do you see what I mean mom, he’s at it already; and I am only a freshman in college.”



“It’s never too early to start planning a career dear.”



“I think I’ll become a librarian. Books don’t ask you questions, and they can’t talk back to you.”



Fred said, “Sandy, I don’t want to burst your bubble, but when you have a spare minute lookup the qualifications for a Library Sciences degree. Tomorrow come back and tell me how easy it is to become a librarian.”



“Mom, shoot him please. He is going to drive me crazy before I reach my 20th birthday.”



“Sandy, it’s not a drive; it’s just a short walk.”



“Ha-Ha mom, you’re turning into a comedian.”



“Fred, there are two young women in our bed waiting for your presence. I am amazed they have not started screaming for you already. Fred, Fred, Fred where did you go.”



Cindy laughed. “Mom, while you were talking, our sisters grabbed him and pulled him toward your bedroom. I guess they were tired of waiting for him.”



“Well, at least there is the three of us. What would you like to play with your old mom?”



“That’s a very loaded question mother. However, there is a very large comforter in the den, and if we move the table out of the way, we could have some fun of our own.”



“I was thinking about a fun game of Scrabble, Poker, or Rummy. My two degenerate daughters want to get between my thighs. Oh well, there are worse things in the world that could happen over the next several hours. Bedtime is midnight, no arguing about it.”



“Since is only 8:30 PM, I think midnight is a good cut off point. What do you think Sandy?”



“That is fine by me; I should have lockjaw by then.”



“Let’s bring some towels downstairs with us to clean up the sticky stuff.”



*******



“Was that nice, stealing me away from your mother and sisters while we were in the middle of a conversation?”



“Dad, certain promises were made and have not been delivered,” Danni said. “We are on a tight time schedule, because we have school tomorrow, and you were standing there as if you had nothing better to do. Debbie and I knew you did, so we stole you away from the conversation.”



“Who is first?”



“We are. Lie down and enjoy it dad, you are going to be double teamed by your younger twins.”



“Do I have any say in this at all?”



Fearfully, Debbie said, “No?”



Fred smiled at his young darlings and said, “When you are outnumbered, surrender to overwhelming odds.”



Debbie and Danny threw Fred onto the bed, and removed his shorts and socks. They began kissing, and rubbing their hands all over him, but before playtime began in earnest they crawled into his arms.



Danni said, “You are behind in the sex education of your youngest daughters by 10 days. We have determined that you will be double-teamed, at least once each night, for the next five days in order to catch up with their educational quotas. Failure to do so will equal getting a dildo shoved up your ass.”



Fred laughed at his ‘predicament.’ “Danni, where did you get a dildo?”



“I bought it at ‘Brookstone.’ They called it ‘A Personal, Three-Speed, Neck Massager.”



Fred began choking as he laughed. “A personal three speed neck massager. Some advertising genius made his money that week. May I see it?”



“Would tomorrow be soon enough, you have to upgrade my education now.”



“Proceed ladies; I am all yours.”



Debbie looked at Danni and asked, “Heads or Tails?”



Danni replied, “Oh, can I have tails please?”



“Damn; okay, but we switch in 10 minutes.”



“Thanks sis.” Danni pushed herself out of her father’s arms turned, straddled his chest, dove, and devoured his dick.



As Debbie was turning into her position she watched her sister’s movements, and said, “Damn dad, she is good at that.”



Fred was about to agree with her, but Debbie completed her turn, pushed her pussy down on his mouth, which limited his power speech.



Fred thought to himself, “God, I love this family.”



Danni continued pushing his dick down her throat, playing with his balls, urging him to give her mouth the first protein explosion of the night, while Debbie rode his mouth and tongue looking for a completion of her own. She looked at her sister’s ass, and decided it was too lovely to leave alone. She leaned forward, and licked her sisters’ ass hole.

Danni’s reaction was immediate. She rose up onto her knees, changed the angle of her hips, and brought her dripping pussy interview.



Debbie double dipped. Her tongue attacked her sisters’ vagina as her thumb entered her sisters’ ass.



Fred had no idea what was happening above him, all he knew was that Debbie’s fluids had turned from a stream, into a waterfall in the matter of seconds. If the flow got any heavier, he would have to lift her off his face to breathe.



He knew she was having fun with her sister, and was keeping her on edge rather than trying to get her to cum. However, Danni had him very close to the edge. Whatever Debbie was doing to her sister was making her even more voracious than she had been. He decided it was time to take Debbie over the top. If it was too soon, and he saw disappointment in her eyes, he would make up for it later. He never wanted to leave any of his girls disappointed.



Debbie’s mouth was devouring her sisters’ pussy. She had exchanged two fingers in her sisters’ ass for her thumb, and was watching her sister’s propel itself up and down, like the piston of a car. She wondered if Danni would be dizzy when she finished with her father.



Suddenly she screamed as Fred nipped her clit a little harder than he had before. She screamed, “Dad, do it again.”



Fred nipped her clit, again. Debbie screamed, showered his face with her essence, while he laughed.



Debbie said, “Dad, I’m almost there, shall we try for a twofer.”



Fred nibbled on her vulva to show his agreement, and then dove in for the kill. His hands were at her breasts. His tongue was deep inside, playing on the roof of her tunnel with her G spot.



Debbie was feasting on Danni’s open pussy, and for a few wild seconds, she thought about fisting her sister, as she had done to her months earlier. It looked like she could fit her head into her sisters’ cunt, because she was so wide open and so wet. She smiled, because it was such an evil thought, and so fun; but reserved it for another day.



Debbie was so deep in thought about what she might do to her sister, when Danni exploded. She was soaked from her head to her belly button.



Debbie was getting ready to scream at her, when she exploded onto Fred’s face. It came from nowhere, but it drained her of every ounce of energy she had.



Danni was exhausted but continued feasting on Fred’s dick. Fred was not sure he was going to make it because of the decreased speed, and friction, but sure enough he came, and he came in quarts. He lifted Debbie off his face and screamed in torment. His dick was so far down Danni’s throat, she did not taste a thing; she didn’t even have to swallow. His semen just dripped down her gullet and into her stomach. A protein cocktail of spermatozoa never meant to fertilize a female’s egg to form the beginning of a life.



She laid her head onto his thigh and hip and waited for his prick to soften, shrivel, and fall out of her mouth. She made no overt movement to get him out of her mouth, because she was too damn tired.



Fred, was the only rested individual in the room, and decided to have some fun with his 18 soon to be 19-year-olds. He put his hands behind his head and yelled, “NEXT!”



Danni’s reply was instantaneous, and painful.



Debbie told her dad to Fuck-Off, but he didn’t hear her. At the instant she said it, he screamed in pain, and yelled for Danni to stop.



Danni said to Fred, “Dad, any woman can outlast any man in bed, if she just lays there and does nothing. You tried to pull it on us now, but you forgot where your pride and joy was. I hope you learned your lesson well.”



“Danni, I am going to tear you a new ass hole for biting me.”



“Yes dad, I knew it was a chance that you would say and do just that. It was a chance I was willing. It was part of the lesson you tried to teach Cindy and Sandy. We learned it too. Sometimes lessons have adverse consequences, as well as positive ones.”



“Have I ever told you girls that I love it when you use a lesson I have taught you, and in spectacular fashion, use it to defend yourselves against an unjust punishment?”



Danni looked at Debbie and asked, “Did I just do that?”



“He just paid you a compliment; shut up, say ‘Thank You,’ and accept it.”



“Thank you, dad.”



Fred smiled broadly. “Come here munchkin, I’m going to eat you up.”



Danni smiled as she approached her father. He picked her up, kissed her all over her face, ears, and neck; and then began to tickle her.



She began fighting his arms, until he twisted her upside down and buried his face in her pussy.



She screamed, “Dad, you gorilla.” She tried to turn her torso and grab his prick, but she was too late. Debbie was stuffing her pussy with her father’s revitalized dick, and as soon as she bottomed out, she smiled, and began driving herself up and down on it like a long lost lover. After all, it had been 10 days since she had had sex.



Since Fred came out of the hospital, and finished his rehabilitation, she had not gone without sex for more than three days without him inside her. She and her sisters swore they would never take drugs. If they like them, as much as they liked sex, they would be dead in a matter of months. They knew better than to let that happen to them.



A few hours later, four women and one man were resting in the den, after torrid bouts of lovemaking.



“Mom, why don’t you come to college with us? Sandy and Cindy are going to be sophomores. Debbie and I start next fall. Dad is going to be busy with Uncle Clark’s Presidential Campaign, and you will be all alone in this big house. You don’t have to live in the dorms; it’s only a forty-minute drive to the campus, and you don’t have to take a full load of courses if you don’t want to. You are a ‘Fox’; all the guys on campus will be chasing after you.”



“Cindy, I never finished high school. I don’t even have a GED thanks to your father. How could I possibly get into college?”



“You call the Board of Education, and schedule an appointment. They will give you an initial examination, to see if you need to take the formal classes. If you do, you will have to take classes that will range from six months to two years. If you don’t, you will have your GED in hand within two months.”



Sharon shook her head in disgust. “Why is Mister Know-it-all always in the right place at the wrong time?”



Fred said, “It’s a gift, I developed it while working for your uncle.”



Debbie and Danni cuddled with their mother on the comforter and said, “Please, mom, it would be great to have you as a freshman with us. We will even help you with your homework.”



“Who started this? I was having a wonderful time relaxing with my daughters, and all of a sudden, I am being hoodwinked into going to college. Do I have a say in this at all?”



Four young women shouted, “NO!”



“Fred, help me, I am going to be a 36 years old woman, and a freshman in college. I am going to feel like a dinosaur sitting in a room with babies.”



Fred smiled as he looked at his future bride. “I’ll call the Board of Education in the morning. I’ll set up an appointment for you to take your GED test. I’m sure with all the help you have given the girls growing up; you will pass the test with flying colors.”



“Fred that is not the kind of help I was asking for, and you know it.”



“Yes dear, I am aware of that; but if you work hard, in eight years you can open your own law firm. I can see it now: Sharon Hastings and daughters: Attorneys at Law. Clark Atwater of Counsel. Fred Hastings Adjunct Attorney. There is nothing in this world like having a former President, and Attorney General, plus his right hand man on your banner head to bring clients in the door.”



Sharon screamed, “Girls hide me, he is planning my future, and yours. You know as well as I do, he always gets his way. We either kill him now, or we are all doomed to be lawyers like him.”



Five females looked at one male. Fred’s eyes opened wide, and he started backing away towards the exit of the den.



Debbie yelled, “Let’s get him.”



Fred turned and started to run. He tripped on the edge of his robe, but regained his balance, and continued towards the stairway. Five irate females were close behind him, screaming for his head, and other body parts. He entered his bedroom, and attempted to close the door. It didn’t work. Three young women were pushing against the other side. He decided on the bedrooms’ sliding glass door as his means of escape. He threw down his robe to jam the door from being opened. It left him naked, but he did not care. He only needed a few seconds head start to unlock the sliding door, get onto the deck, down to the first floor, into the garage, and the safety of the Mercedes Van.



He had it all worked out, and was ready to go. The women were screaming at him, using words that were not allowed in his household. He wouldn’t be able to punish them for this offense. He just wanted to escape this one time, until they calmed down.



He let go of the door, ran eight giant steps across the room, pushed back the drapes, slid back to lock, pushed down the retaining mechanism, and pulled to open the door. It did not move.



Five females were all over him. He could not understand where he went wrong. He thought he had accounted for everything. He left nothing to chance. However, here he was face down, on the carpet in his bedroom, with his daughters tying him up with rope.



Cindy said, “We should have stopped for the cable ties.”



After he was trussed up, with his hands tied to his feet, Sharon asked her girls, “What should we do with him now?”



“Dad wanted to see my ‘Three Speed Personal Neck Massager.’ I can show it to him now.”



“Danni, why would you want to massage your dads’ neck,” Sharon asked.



Danni smiled. “Trust me, mom, this is like no neck massager you have ever seen before.”



She went into her room, moved her underwear aside, and took the platinum colored neck massager from the drawer. She placed it on her desk, changed the batteries, and went back to her parent’s room, with a grin on her face. Her dad was going to love this.



“Here is the neck massager I bought at ‘Brookstone’s', mom.”



Sharon looked at the device, and said, “Neck massager my ass.”



“Yes mother, among other places. It’s not as powerful as the “Clam” dad bought for you, but it is very interesting, and extremely intense.”



“Are you speaking from personal experience; or is this a review from a friend?”



“I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me.”



From his very painful position, Fred said, “Do you see what I mean, Sharon, she is half way to being a defense attorney already.”



Five females yelled, “Shut up, Fred.



“I was just trying to help.”



“Fred, if you don’t keep quiet, I’m going to put a sock in your mouth.”



“Girls, do we grease him up, or since he is a lawyer, is he slippery enough already?”



Danni said, “Since it is my massager, I believe it is my duty to lubricate it, before it is inserted into dads’ ‘fetish’.”



Cindy shouted, “I second that motion.”



Fred intervened again. “Sharon, they have to be lawyers. She is using ‘Roberts Rules of Order’, and she hasn’t even heard of them yet.”



“Mom, are you sure Uncle Clark needs him for his campaign? We have a lot of land in the backyard. If we bury him deep enough, no one will ever find him, and no one will ever miss him. We can say one day he just disappeared, and because of his brain injury everyone will feel sorry for you as the abandoned bride.”



“Sharon listen to their arguments; they are setting up plausible deniability for you, against foul play. They have used a previous brain injury as the cause of my disappearance. If that’s not legal thinking I don’t know what is. You are all born lawyers.”



Sharon screamed, “Someone get me a pair of his socks. I am going to shove them down his throat.”



“Are you tired of hearing the truth, my love?”



“Shut up Fred, before I shove them down your throat with my foot.”



“Should I tell you how terrifying it is being threatened by five beautiful, naked females?”



Sandy gave her mother Fred’s socks, but before she put them in Fred’s mouth she said, “Fred, you have never been in this position before, with these naked females. You have always been in control of the situation. Now, we have the paddle, and this three-speed neck massager. Like the man’s voice on the television show, ‘The Outer Limits” says, “Do not adjust your dial, we have control…’ Opened wide Fred, you are about to be dessert.”



Fred didn’t struggle; he opened his mouth wide as Sharon put his navy blue socks into his mouth. She looked at her girls and said, “Listen… He does not speak.”



Danni said, “Mom, give me my massager so I can lubricate it.”



Cindy shouted, “Don’t forget, I get it next.”



“Then me,” said Sandy.



“Dad fucked me last, so I’m good,” said Debbie.



“Remember girls this is not a masturbation contest, this is just to lubricate the item in question, if you want to orgasm, pair-off. If you want a chance to paddle or massage your father stay here, and enjoy the show. This may be the first and only time we will have him in this position.”



Danni inserted the platinum massager deep inside her and turned it to number one. The humming could barely be heard on the outside, but inside her body, the vibrations were delicious. She turned it to number two and she groaned with pleasure. It turned into a pins and needles affect, which popped her clit out from under its hood. She started sweating noticeably as she was pushing it in and out of herself. Her hips were rotating, and her hand moved faster, when suddenly it was ripped from her body. When her eyes cleared and she picked up her head, her mother was holding it.



“MOM, what did you do that for?”



“You did an excellent job lubricating it; it’s your sister turn now.”



Danni dropped her head to the floor, said a few choice words under her breath, brought her hands to her pussy and started rubbing her clit fiercely, chasing the orgasm that got away.



Cindy was dripping wet from watching her sister. She had used artificial devices before, but never one with a motor. As soon as it was inside her, she turned it on and was in heaven. Setting number one was great, but she went to number two within seconds. Setting number two stiffened her legs into boards. She could barely move the massager in and out of her pussy, because the feeling was so extreme. As she began to get used to it and move the dildo inside of her she pressed it from one side of her channel to the other and then up against her G spot. When she hit that rough area she exploded into orgasm, and went limp. Her mother pulled the dildo out of her dripping pussy, while Debbie threw a towel over her sister.



Sandy wanted to know what her twin did to get that reaction but Cindy was non-communicative. She turned the device to the first setting but before inserting it into her vagina she played with it against her clitoris. The little bud sprang out from under its hood in full-bloom. It wasn’t pink, it was fire engine red. It was in heat, and so was the flesh around it. Her labia, both small and large, engorged with blood, while she watched in awe. By the time she was ready to insert into her channel, she was flowing like a river at flood stage. She pushed it deep inside her, increased the massager to level number two, and the feeling was majestic. There was no other word she could think of to justify what was going on. Everything inside her was pulsing, clenching, and dancing. This was heaven on earth, and she had not reached number three, yet. She was getting ready to do just that, when the cruel hand of her mother removed it from her pussy.



She screamed, “Mom, I want one.”



Sharon replied, “If your grades drop one point, I’m going to shove it up your ass and leave it there.”



Danni said, “Mom, you have to try it. It may not be as strong as the one dad got you, but it is phenomenal.”



“The four of you are forgetting what we are supposed to be doing here.”



“We will put it in him in a few minutes, mom, but you have to try this.”



Sharon did not fight them very hard after what she watched it do to her daughter’s. She raised her knees and said, “Okay, here goes.”



Her four girls looked like spokes of a wheel, looking at the hub. They were staring directly at their mother’s pussy. She smiled and tapped each one on their heads. She asked, “Are you enjoying the view of where you came out of?”



Debbie replied, “Mom, it doesn’t seem physically possible for one of us to come out of a place that small.”



“Remember, you were a little smaller when you were born, and that area does stretch quite a bit when you come out. Thankfully it goes back into place, after the baby comes out.”



Sharon started the same way Sandy did, by playing with her clit and getting all her organs ready for the contribution of the massager. It did not take long for her to begin perspiring and her pussy leaking. She moved the dildo inside her, lay down, and attacked her G spot. She upped the speed to number two and jerked her hips up off the floor because of the magnificent sensation. She continued stroking in and out of her pussy increasing the rate and pressing hard against all portions of her hot channel, with succeeding strokes. As she felt the knot in her stomach grow, she clicked the dial to number three. The pattern changed the combination of electrical impulses of number one, the pins and needles effect of number two, to ‘charged bursts’ of energy in different areas of her vagina that moved so fast her pussy seemed to keep chasing after it in number three. All her mind could think of was chasing that energy burst. She chased it and chased it and did not realize, until the very last second, when she burst into a glorious orgasm that she caught it, or it caught her.”



Fred removed the massager from Sharon’s pussy and turned it off. He handed out glasses of juice to his girls. He picked up Sharon’s head and shoulders, and rested them on his lap. He put a glass of juice to her lips and helped her drink some of the liquid.



“You are the finest woman and mother alive, babe. Who else would allow their children to experience the heights of pleasure a woman can reach by her own hand, with another woman, or with a man. These children will grow up to be the most sexually aware women in this universe. They will have no hang-ups at all.”



“Thank you Fred; many people will say that I perverted them, but I agree with you. The more they learn the better their tolerance of other people will be as they grow up.” Then Sharon realized something wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. She screamed, “FRED, WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP?”



“You never sent these girls to the Girl Scouts; not one of them learned how to tie a decent knot. I just waited for you to play your little games. Once your backs were turned, I got up, went to the kitchen, and made myself a sandwich, had some wine, and brought orange juice here for everyone to enjoy.”



“Fred, now you’ve ruined everything. We can’t spank you, we can’t massage the inside of your ass, and you’re back in charge.”



“No darling, only if you want me to be. If you want to spank me, because I’m overbearing, I am right all the time, or I know the correct name for your new law firm, spank me. If you want to use the massager on the inside of my ass do it. Heaven knows I use my personal massager on the inside of yours, and theirs’ often enough. If you believe I’m overstepping my bounds; say so. Don’t ever take my word as law, if you want to do something else. If I say we are going to go stand against a tree, and you want to stand next to a garden, say so. If I want to see a movie called, “Lovers in Manhattan, and you want to see “The Third World War of Zombies,” tell me, and we will see it, instead. I am an easy type of guy; aren’t I girls?



None of the girls answered.

“Since you seem ambivalent about that answer, your homework assignment, due this Sunday morning, is a 10,000 word essay on: “Fred is a nice guy.”



Sharon was not sure how she wound up on the bottom of this pile-up, but she was. She was fighting off kneecaps and feet trying to crawl over her to get to Fred. Everyone was laughing, except her. In the midst of it all, and in an attempt to get to safety, she yelled, “Who’s hungry?”



The screaming and fighting abruptly ended, when everyone yelled, “I am,” and started immediately thereafter. She crawled out from under those feet, and began walking towards the exit of the bedroom. She stopped, when she spied ‘The Massager.’



Sharon picked it up, turned, and looked at Fred. He had captured three of her four girls on the bed. He was working, hard, to get Cindy pinned there also. She circled around behind him, and moisturized the tip of the dildo, with the fluids from her pussy. She turned it on to the number two setting, and waited for the opportunity of a lifetime. She watched as he grasped Cindy’s leg, and began to pull her in with her other three girls, as they squirmed to get free.



Sharon made her move quickly. She slid in behind him, spread his cheeks, and pushed 6 inches of the 8-inch dildo up his exposed rectum. She shouted with glee, and fled the room screaming.



Fred’s eyes opened wide with shock, his back went erect, and both hands went to his ass. However, he didn’t scream.



The girls did not know what happened. They only knew their mother laughed, left the bedroom quickly, and they were free. They pounced on their father as if they were still playing.



Fred was in frenzy. The dildo was causing him extremely disorienting feelings, and his children were attacking him from all angles. They were having a ball, and he didn’t want to stop them, because of the damned dildo. Finally, he had to give in.



Fred yelled, “STOP! Come with me, girls.”



They walked downstairs into the brightly lit kitchen; Fred put his arm on the back of a chair. He was perspiring profusely, and the girls stood in front of him wondering why.



“Girls, soon you will be getting washed up and get ready for your snack. You will be going to bed, and tomorrow you will be going to your mother’s funeral. I have a neck massager up my ass, and she is going to die because of it. I can’t reach it; I need a volunteer to pull it out. If that person pushes it in further, that person will be missing two arms, two legs, and a head shortly afterwards. Do I have any volunteers?”



All the girls giggled with delight; no they outright laughed at their father. No one raised their hand to assist him.



“Okay, I can understand your reticence to grab onto something that is up my rectum, but just remember this: your allowances come up for review in three months. They could go up, or after this incident they more than likely will go down significantly. I will ask you one more time: Do I have any volunteers to take this massager out of my ass?”



Sharon snuck out of the laundry room carrying the large paddle. Four girls tried their best not to alert their father to her presence. It took everything they had to do it.



Danni was about to explode with laughter when she came up with a plan of her own. “Dad, I’ll do it as long as you can forgive me for one thing.”



Fred replied, “Danni you know we don’t make bargains like that in this house. If you commit a felony you get punished for a felony. You can’t run around the law like that. If you commit a misdemeanor, you get punished for a misdemeanor. That is the law. Unless a state changes it or the Congress changes it, or the Supreme Court finds it unconstitutional, it has to be that way.” Fred’s bowels were crying to get this thing out of him, and here he was trying to explain how the law works to the youngest of his girls.



Danni saw that her mother was in position to strike and she said to her dad, “I know dad but I’m not sure what you would consider this?”



Fred asked, “What?



The girls started laughing before the paddle hit Fred’s backside. However, when it hit, he screamed at the top of his lungs. He saw a flash of blonde hair, streak by him, heading for the stairs. He yelled, “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD THREE TIMES, AND THEN I AM REALLY GOING TO HURT YOU.”



Sharon yelled, “Girls, in five minutes your snack will be ready. It’s in the oven. Your father and I will not be joining you. You can have water or milk, no more juice. Debbie and Danni, you can sleep a little later tomorrow morning, because your father kept you up so late tonight. He will drive you to school in the morning. Come on Fred, it’s only one flight of stairs; get your sorry ass up here.”



“If I get there, you will die.”



“What’s the matter Mister Hastings, it doesn’t feel so good?”



“I have no problem with the size or the depth of it. The pin and needle effect it is driving my colon crazy. I think I’ll take you into the bathroom with me, and have you stay there and smell the aroma while I take a large, long crap.”



“You don’t think you fart at night, Fred? When you come out of the bathroom do you ever think to close the door after you are done? My husband was a slob of the first order. So if you think you’re scaring me forget it. Oh look, here he is, two more steps to go, one more step, hooray, he’s on the top floor. I’m so proud.”



“Come here you”; he grabbed Sharon around her waist, kissed her lips, cheeks and neck fiercely, trying to possess all of her. He said to her, “Do you realize your daughters think you walk on water. You have beaten the Almighty ‘FRED’ at his own game. You could ask them for anything, and they would do it for you without asking a question. Of course I would not let you go to them, without having you pull this thing out of my ass.”



“Really Fred, you can’t reach that silly little thing?”



“Sharon, don’t make me kill you. It will be very slow, and extremely painful.”



“Okay Fred, bend over, and I’ll pull it out.”



“Do you want me to tell you what I told the children or did you hear it all the way up here?”



“I heard your threats Fred, now let me take that thing out of your ass, before you get any grumpier.”



Fred held on to the railing and Sharon reached between his cheeks for the massager. She wiggled it a little, and said, “Fred, I have it, are you ready?”



“Yes, I’m ready, pull the damn thing out.”



Sharon grinned. She knew she might never have another chance like this, and the little devil on her shoulder said, “Go ahead, what is the worst thing he could do to you; kill you?”



“Here goes Fred.”



Fred tightened his grip on the railing, preparing to have the shaft of the dildo pulled out of his ass, as Sharon smiled and turned the strength up to the maximum strength of three. As soon as she did it, she fled down the stairway screaming, and laughing.



On the other end of the dildo, Fred nearly launched himself through the roof. As soon as the pulses hit him, he straightened his back screamed for help and ejaculated massively all over the carpeting. The electrical impulses were driving him insane and he had to remove this thing from his ass one way or the other. The toolbox was in the garage, and he knew he would never make it that far. He ran to the master bath, raised the seat over the commode, and using his stomach muscles bore down attempting to push the intruder out of his body. That is when he realized he could reach his rectum. He felt like an idiot as he reached between his legs and pulled the massager out with one emotionally charged tug. He looked at it, turned it off, and completed his business in the bathroom. He showered, washed the offending object, dried himself, and walked down the stairs to find ‘HER!’



She wasn’t hiding. She was sitting at the table enjoying her evening snack with the girls, reminiscing about the evening’s events.



“Hello Fred, would you care to join us?”



“This is a quote from one Sharon Williams to her daughters approximately 12 minutes ago. It stated, ‘… Your father and I will not be joining you.’ Why are you here Miss Williams instead of in the bedroom?”



“There is safety in numbers Mister Hastings, and if I was going to die I needed witnesses to testify at the proceedings.”



“Do you honestly believe I would leave any one of them alive to testify against me in a court of law after what you did to me Miss Williams?”



“I thought, after your intentions were made clear, they could scatter, and at least one of them would be able to get away.”



“There you go thinking again. If Debbie thought Danni was in trouble, she would come back to help her in a heartbeat. The same would happen between Sandy and Cindy. So instead of having five women attempting to leave you actually have three. If I hurt one twin each, the other two will not leave the other. That leaves you and me to take care of our business. You would know all of this if you went to law school, and opened your own practice with your girls as your partners. As the former Governor of State of Connecticut, Attorney General, and President of the United States, your uncle could get all of you into Yale Law School without a problem. All of you would graduate during his second term as President. What a fitting present that would be for the man who helped you rise from the ashes of poverty, to the pinnacle of society.”



Sharon looked around the table at her daughters. Their eyes were all glazed over, their minds were like a computer that had gone awry and needed to be rebooted. They looked at her for wisdom, something that would make Fred’s words go away. She could say something flippant like ‘Does anyone have a gun’ or ‘Let’s run them over with the van’, but that would not work. So she decided to use reverse psychology on him and hope he would forget about it as the years passed. She smiled, looked at her four Treasures’, and said, “Fred is right. Let’s not do it for him, let’s do it for Uncle Clark. Fred you have to promise not to tell him anything about this. It must be a complete surprise. You contact the School Board for me tomorrow morning and find out what I have to do to get my GED. As soon as that is over, I want to enroll in college. Is that okay with you?”



“I think it’s fantastic. I believe you will graduate college with high honors. I think you will motivate the girls to do extremely well also. I couldn’t be prouder of all of you.”



“Fred, go get the bedroom ready, I am going to fuck you to death. Girls it’s past your bedtime, let’s hurry up, and clean up this mess, so you can hit the sack.”



Fred took the stairs three at a time to get the room ready for sex.



As soon as he hit the first set of stairs Sharon said to them, “I am not crazy; I am crazy like a Fox. Let him think we are doing what he wants, and it will keep him off our backs. Starting in January, he will be so busy working with Uncle Clark, he will not know what is going on. Our lives will be our own, and we will not have to think about going to law school for many years to come.”



“Mom, I told you that you were a Fox. You just added a new meaning to my words.”



“Good, now let’s clean up, and go to bed. It is 12:02 AM Thursday morning, and your father is feeling frisky. Your pussies will be raw by Sunday night. I am getting a head start. I am getting him tonight. Good night children, I love you all.”



The twins surrounded their mother for a group hug. Then they ran upstairs into their parents’ bedroom to kiss Fred goodnight, and scampered off to their rooms to get some well-earned sleep. It had been a very interesting, and fun night.



107. A Plea and A Plea



“Uncle Clark if you don’t put him back to work, there is not going to be a wedding. There is going to be a funeral; either his or mine. He is too smart and he is driving the five of us crazy. We love him dearly, but everything he does is a lesson in life. It’s wonderful, but he is not letting the girls grow up by themselves, he is teaching them how to avoid grown-up situations. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, and I love him dearly, but I am going to kill him at the dinner table one evening, if he doesn’t stop it.”



Clark Atwater roared with laughter, as his niece described what his protégé was doing at home. “Sharon, you have never had a good male influence in your life. Your father was an abomination, and your husband was an animal. Fred is doing exactly what a good father is supposed to do. He is enlightening your children to the pitfalls of adulthood. If he doesn’t do it, who will? Do you want those gorgeous children of yours to step out of your home, and into the world unprepared? That’s what he is doing, preparing them. It is foreign to you, because no one did it for you. In the average household, parents do this on a hit and miss basis. In your household, your father didn’t bother with it at all. With Fred, I am sure he is using a hammer and anvil approach. He is trying to hammer it home, as hard as he can, to make sure your children are aware of all the pitfalls that await them. He wants to be sure what happened to you will never happen to them.”



“Uncle Clark, how did he get so smart? He’s never been married. He’s never had children. He has worked for you since he was in Harvard, and since you hired him, he works 80 hours a week and more. When has he had time to learn about life? The way he teaches my girls is fascinating. It’s like he has a degree in Psychology. He tells me it’s called, “The Socratic Method.” Whoever that guy was, he should have been murdered.”



“He was.”



“What was he?”



“Murdered; Socrates, he was forced to drink hemlock, which is a poison. He was just too smart for the rest of the people in Athens. They wanted to get rid of him. They called him a traitor, put him through a mock trial, and convicted him. They let him sit in a jail cell for 30 days, which he could walk into or out of at will. He was given a choice: Drink the hemlock, or leave town. He drank the hemlock and died.”



“Didn’t they think that was a little extreme, Uncle Clark?”



“Socrates was approximately 70 years old, and penniless. Where was he going to go, and how was he going to get there? The hemlock was his only real choice. If he was caught ‘escaping’ anyone could have run him through with a sword.”



“Uncle Clark, how did we get from putting Fred back to work, to Socrates drinking hemlock?”



“You asked me about the Socratic method, which is ‘I ask you a question, you answer the question, and I ask you another question, and so on. The question and answer session never ends.”



Sharon gasped. “My God that’s Fred, he never shuts up.”



“Do you still want me to put him back to work?”



“Do you need him, Uncle?”



“The office is not the same without him running it, and I miss him.”



“Then I won’t tell you he’s been helping your new assistant every day since she took the job.”



“I’ll kill that snot nose son of a bitch. I thought I recognized his writing style in some of the work she was doing.”



“You did not hear that from me, Uncle Clark.”



“Where is he, I want to tear him a new ass hole.”



“He’s in his office, speaking to your assistant.”



“Hold on a minute Sharon, this should be good.”



Clark hit a button on his telephone and asked his assistant, Sondra, if it would be okay with her if he spoke with Fred for a moment.



Sondra cringed and replied, “Yes sir.”



“Fred, he caught us. He wants to speak to you.”



“Tell him I’m still on sick leave, and he can’t boss me around.”



“No, you do it. I’m transferring you over to him now. Thanks for all your help, Fred; I would not have been able to do any of this without you. I’m leaving for Brazil in the morning, if I’m still alive.”



In a weak voice, Fred said, “Hello Your Puffiness.”



“Don’t you give me that sick act Hastings. I’ve been listening to the tapes of you and my assistant going over legal matters. Your ass is back to work Monday morning. 40 hours a week, not one second more.”



“Sir, you forget that you cannot force me back to work without my doctors’ okay. I will have to set up appointments with them, and take tests, which I will fail. It could be months before I am ready to come back to that meat grinder.”



“Hastings, if you want to work on my presidential campaign you be in this office Monday morning, or you will be sitting on the sidelines.”



“You wouldn’t do that to me.”



“Are you willing to bet your future on it?”



“Sharon put you up to this didn’t she? I have been driving them crazy, about going to law school. This is her way of getting even with me. I will be at work Monday morning, under protest.”



“What is this about the girls going to law school?”



“I’ll talk to you about it Monday morning. It was supposed to be a surprise for you, during your second term. Sharon wants to play hardball. Well I have a big bat, and I know how to use it.”



“Fred, whose niece is she?”



“She’s your niece, sir.”



“Play nice Fred or I will remind you of that every day at work.”



“Sir are you threatening a federal employee?”



“No son, I am promising him the world, either for him, or on his shoulders.”



“Dad, you don’t play fair.”



“I don’t have to, I have my niece on hold, and she wants me to throw you in jail just to have some quiet in the house for a while. In order to do that she begged me to bring you back to work. I will see you Monday morning Fred, 8 o’clock, not one minute before. I will inform the guards of your new hours.”



“Sir would you advise my fiancée I’m coming out to speak to her. Good day.”



“Sharon, I’m back, Fred said…”



The next sounds the Attorney General heard were his niece screaming, “Fred, no, get away from me, put me down. Fred put me down. Uncle Clark help me, I think I am in trouble. He is going to blame me…”



He heard the phone hit the floor and go dead. He hung up and buzzed Sondra to come in to his office. She opened the intercom and said, “Sir, I’m going to lunch, and then taking the rest of the day off as sick leave. I’m leaving for Brazil tomorrow, so you can’t extradite me. It’s been good working for you sir.”



“Sondra, get your panty covered ass in here right this minute.”



She walked in the room and sat down across from her boss. She looked him straight in the eye and did not blink. “How may I help you, sir? Do you have another sexist remark you would like to throw my way?”



“If I had a prejudiced bone in my body against women, I could’ve hired 30 men over you to fill Fred’s position. I picked you because you with the best person available to take over his job. So keep your knickers on and let’s discuss what has been going on between you and Fred. How long have you been sitting at his desk?”



“I have held his position for seven months sir.”



“During those seven months how many hours has Fred helped you?”



“Sir, I would need a calculator to tally up all the hours he has been helping me. The only reason this office has been running so efficiently is because of him. I was lost from the moment I walked in the door. If he had not guided me, you would have had to replace me after the first week. He was leading me through the process of this office while he was still in the hospital. He kept telling me, “You can’t let the Attorney General down. He is a pain in the ass, but he is the best pain in the ass in town.”



Clark stood up and walked towards the window that faced the Jefferson Memorial. He said softly, “I am going to kill that boy.”



Sondra asked, “I’m sorry sir I did not hear you.”



“It does not matter, it wasn’t important. So he has been working with you every day since he’s been in the hospital. What have you and your assistant been doing?”



“We would read him what had come before us as litigation or legislation. He would tell us the points of law to look up and read it to him. After we completed it, he would give us more points of law to check. Then we would begin writing up memos. A few weeks before the deadline, he would start dictating the final brief, and then have me change it into my writing style. I would look at what I wrote, and compared it to his. I wanted to throw mine away. His sense of the law is so far superior to anyone’s I have ever met, I don’t know why he’s not on the bench.”

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