All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains (in no particular order) elements of lesbian sex, group sex, gay male sex and bondage.

Previously in this series, a young woman, Marie Stevens Melar, was an Emergency Department nurse who used her training to get through traumatic experiences to live with her violent gang rape that followed the murder of her husband on their wedding night. She had gone through the motions, but not allowed herself to grieve. She lived in a house on Long Island’s south shore with her sister, Jenn Stevens, and Jenn’s fiancé, Chloe Drasher. Marie identified her attackers and testified against them in court. All but two of Marie’s attackers died over the course of two years. The two who survived were prisoners at the Ossining Correctional Facility. Marie had a support system in place: her housemates, her parents, Catherine and Harry (who, secretly, are into bondage), her brother-in-law, Frank, her judge friend, Holly, and several nurses with whom Marie had slept. Kevin, Marie’s therapist, had noticed that Marie finally seemed to be making progress in the grieving process. Chloe had been hit by a driver, Dori Lee, who was texting. Frank flew up to see Chloe. Jenn stayed in the hospital room with Chloe. Marie had given notice and left the hospital. She had crying spells due to sadness and guilt. She moved into Tarabella, an immense manor in Bridgehampton. Marie changed several of the rules at Tarabella and gave the staff new uniforms. Dori Lee tried to evade capture and was hit by another vehicle. Chloe saw Dori in the hospital and identified her. Jenn and Chloe moved to Tarabella. Jenn walked in on Marie and Jayne, Marie’s Chief of Staff. Marie tied Jayne up and pleasured her vigorously. Marie confessed her love to Jayne but admitted feelings for Frank as well. Frank agreed that he and Marie would share Jayne. He also agreed to be gentle with Jayne and never try to dominate Marie. Holly found evidence that her husband was cheating on her. She filed for divorce and got her own apartment. Jenn and Chloe were finally married.

Thank you very much for the votes and comments on the previous chapters. Please feel free to give polite constructive criticism. I’m happy to answer questions, except about what’s coming next. I do, eventually, read all the comments and often respond to them. So you are welcome to ask questions or, politely, tell me what I’m doing wrong. How else will I learn? Special thanks to my Beta Reader, FangsAnarchy, for her help and her enthusiasm. Thanks, also, to Borntolust for giving me permission to use a certain concept contained in his Wheat Country series. I came up with the concept on my own and used it differently than he but, since I edited that series, I felt it was important to get his permission. He was very gracious about the entire matter.


The wedding ended and the guests were shown out by the staff. As Holly was about to go out the front door, a hand grabbed her upper arm.

“Holls, I need to talk to you,” Marie said seriously.

“Sure,” said Holly once her heart returned to her chest.

Marie led her to a small study and locked the door. Marie gestured and Holly took the seat Marie had indicated.

“What’s up?” Holly asked.

“I’m sure I was just being punked by the brides, but I’ve been thinking about the bouquet and the garter,” Marie said.

“Yeah, it wasn’t exactly a sanitary way to transfer an article of clothing,” Holly said with a small grin. “As a nurse, you’ve got to be freaking ou…”

“It wasn’t the germs that got me thinking,” said Marie. “It was who caught what. Jenn and Chloe pretty much outed Frank, Jayne and me. Not that I care who knows about the three of us. It’s the happiest I’ve been in a long time. What I was thinking was what if we upheld the tradition?”

“You lost me,” Holly said. “What tradition?”

“You know,” said Marie in a singsong. “The one where those that catch the bouquet and garter will be the next ones wed.”

“Ok,” said Holly, dragging the syllables out as she pondered where this was going. “You caught a bouquet and a garter. Frank caught the other garter and Jayne caught the other bouquet. So…”

Marie continued Holly’s line of thought from there. “So, is there any way the three of us can be legally married?”

“Um, what?” asked Holly, somewhat dumbstruck. She began to think about it. “Not in the United States, surely. ‘Decent society’ has spent the better part of the last forty years making sure that polygamy is illegal in all fifty states.”

“Even Utah?” asked Marie. “I know they allow same sex marriages now. Don’t they allow polygamy, too?”

“Um, not since the 1890′s,” replied Holly. “It was one of the requirements of statehood. I couldn’t tell you the exact year, but I know it’s a crime there, too.”

“Shit,” said Marie in anger. “Ok, you said not in the United States. What about Canada?”

“Hmmm,” pondered Holly. “Well, Canada was the first non-European country to allow same sex marriages throughout the nation… Not to mention the Saskatchewan loophole…”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Marie. “What’s the ‘Saskatchewan loophole?’”

“Well,” Holly said as she tilted her head to the side and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair, “there’s this little known law. I happen to know about it because of a recent divorce case I had my clerks research. In Saskatchewan, you can remarry before your first marriage’s divorce is finalized. Both ‘spouses’ have full rights under the law until the divorce goes through. It would only be a temporary thing. The divorce would have to be finalized eventually. Not to mention that it wouldn’t be what you’re asking for. You would be married to Frank and Jayne but they wouldn’t be married to each other.”

“Fuck,” said Marie. “Ok, so what about other countries? There are some places in Africa that have polygamy, right?”

Holly nodded her head. “Yeah, sort of. It’s still not what you’re asking for. In a few African and certain Arab countries something referred to as polygamy is permitted to guarantee the survival of the people. It isn’t really polygamy, though. It’s polygyny. The man is allowed to marry more than one wife. The thing is, the wives are not married to each other. It’s misogyny at its finest.”

“Crap. What about domestic partnership?” asked Marie.

“Geez, when you set your mind on something…” Holly said with a smile. “Hmmm. The State of New York does recognize domestic partnership, but it will only recognize one domestic partner at a time. Hold on a second. Wait. What about corporate partnership?”

“I don’t have a clue where you’re headed,” admitted Marie.

“Ok, so domestic partnership is based on the idea of two equal partners having some rights, protections and benefits based on their involvement together just as partners in a corporation would have rights, protections and benefits. What if the three of you formed a corporation? You would be legally registered as partners. You would get death benefits and have some rights to decisions in an emergency. If you had your heart set on marriage, you could still publically marry one of your partners and you and your spouse could privately share the other as a lover.”

“I think I get what you’re saying, Holls,” Marie said. “I would have it on paper that I am partners with both of them. It wouldn’t technically be a marriage but it would be a legal recognition of us a unit. So, if I did marry one of them also, who should it be?”

“That’s up to you, Ree,” Holly said with a little shrug. “If you marry Jayne, she has an excuse to change her last name to Melar. If you marry Frank, you get a second chance at a church wedding.”

“I’d love to have another church wedding, but I have to marry Jayne, right? We all have to have the same last name.”

“Well, Jayne could just change her name to Melar,” Holly said flatly.

“What do you mean?” asked Marie.

“Unless fraud can be proven as the motivation, a person can legally call themselves anything they want,” explained Holly. “It would be easy to draw up papers to legally change her name to Jayne Melar.”

“So, you’re saying I could legally have my cake and eat it, too,” gushed Marie.

“God! It’s ‘Eat your cake and have it, too’! Everyone gets that wrong! If you have a cake, of course you will eat it. The tricky thing would be to eat it and still have it. That really pisses me off,” said Holly.

“Holls! Focus,” said Marie. “My point is, I can be legally recognized as partners with both of them, marry Frank in a church and have all of us share the name Melar?”

“Yes, yes and oh, yes,” said Holly.

Marie pulled Holly into a tight hug. Holly hugged her back and turned her head, drawing her mouth closer to Marie’s. She kissed Marie on the lips very gently. When Marie seemed to be responding to the kiss, Holly became more aggressive. She slid her fingers under the spaghetti straps of Marie’s gown and pulled them off her shoulders. Marie felt what Holly was doing. She broke the kiss and slapped Holly across her left cheek. Holly stopped.

Marie put her hands on Holly’s shoulders and said, “Holls, I love you but we are not doing this. My heart belongs to Jayne and Frank. I know what you’re feeling and I think I have a solution.”

Marie unlocked the door to the study and led Holly by the hand to the rooms on the second floor. Marie stopped at a room Holly didn’t recognize and knocked on the door. After about fifteen seconds, a female voice asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Marie. I’ve brought Holly. She needs a friend.”

The door unlocked and Liz stood in the doorway wrapped in a bedsheet. She saw Holly and smiled. She pressed the sheet to her body with her left hand and forearm and hugged Holly with her right.

Liz said to Holly, “Come on in, friend. I always have time for you.”


Chloe opened the door to their room. It was not the way they’d left it. It was spotless and there was gold tulle wrapped around the bed and the chairs. Chloe was about to say something when she felt her body being scooped up. Jenn cradled Chloe in her arms and carried her bride over the threshold. Chloe hugged Jenn and kissed her on the cheek.

“You silly goose,” Chloe playfully insulted her wife. “I should have carried you!”

“How do you figure?” asked Jenn as she kicked the door closed behind her. She carried her true love to the bed and gently set her down on the gold tulle draped over the top.

“I’m the one who proposed!” Chloe said, grinning.

“My legs are stronger,” said Jenn. She didn’t mean this to hurt Chloe. She was being practical. Chloe knew that and loved her for it. “You can carry me on our first anniversary.”

“Do people do that?” Chloe asked.

In answer, Jenn asked, “Do I care?” Jenn leaned in for a kiss and time ceased to exist.

The kiss melted Chloe. She could feel her insides getting gooey. Chloe could feel the barely restrained urgency in the soft wet lips that pressed against hers. In that moment, Chloe was happier than she’d ever been. This woman, who was kissing her so perfectly would be with her. Jenn wasn’t going to run away. Chloe could feel that in their embrace and their kiss. Jenn’s fingers entangled themselves in Chloe’s hair. She had worked so hard to tame her hair for Jenn and her lusty wife was happily undoing all that work.Chloe loved it. Jenn’s fingers in her hair reminded Chloe how well her raven haired bride knew her. This was very important to Chloe. She’d lost her family when she needed them most. She had just discovered who she was and her family rejected her. It was a huge chunk missing from her heart. Her heart was now filled by this amazing woman who was now known as Mrs. Stevens-Drasher. Chloe felt the zipper on the back of her dress being lowered. Her hands explored Jenn’s back to bestow the same courtesy on her wife. Jenn felt Chloe’s tongue slide into her mouth. Jenn smiled and sucked on the offered tongue. Chloe continued undressing her wife but savored each touch of bare skin and every piece of fabric she moved out of the way. Chloe’s greedy fingers explored the soft cool skin as it revealed itself to her efforts. She slid the straps of the bra that impeccably cupped her love’s D cup breasts as she felt her own bra straps removed. It was hard to say if it was better to strip or be stripped. Chloe was enjoying both. Her tits felt warm as her lover’s hands kneaded and cupped them in desire.

This was something akin to a slow and deliberate race. Whichever one got her bride naked first would go down on her first, but there was no frenzy. The heat and the passion were there but they gave themselves the luxury of languishing. This was a wonderful night of wandering fingers.

When Chloe was down to wearing only a garter belt and stockings, Jenn flipped her onto her belly. Jenn then shook out her own hair and let it trail down Chloe’s back to her ass for three passes. Jenn straddled Chloe and gave her a massage. Instead of using oil, Jenn prepped her wife’s skin with kisses. There was really nothing sexual about this, but Chloe moaned so loudly and so musically that Jenn was getting very wet listening to her.

Each woman felt that she was the lucky one in this relationship. Chloe found acceptance. Jenn found a companion who would never leave her. As Jenn reached Chloe’s ass, she kneaded the two plump cheeks as her tongue swirled around the tight anus. Chloe was very loud at that point and quite vocal in her appreciation of Jenn’s efforts. The garter belt was removed and the stockings were slowly rolled down and slipped off Chloe’s feet. She was the first one naked. She was pretty sure what was coming next.

To her surprise, she stayed in a prone position. Jenn kept licking her ass but the hands were then rubbing the backs of the sexy redhead’s thighs. When the hands reached that area, Jenn kissed behind Chloe’s knees before returning to licking and tongue humping her asshole. The raven haired beauty’s tits were gently pressed against the backs of her wife’s calves. Chloe did her best to remain still for her sexy spouse’s sensational sapphic spree, but the assault on her senses had her wiggling for a moment’s reprieve. That sought out respite did not come. Chloe sank her fingers into the sheets in an attempt to steady herself.

The had tongue retreated but Chloe was still receiving plenty of stimulation and did not complain. Jenn was massaging her heels and sucking on her toes. Chloe bit her pillow in an effort not to scream louder than Marie ever had. Jenn flipped her bride over again and slowly kissed her way up with dancing fingers trailing behind. The supine newlywed felt her labia opening in expectation of her wife’s approach. Lips trailed sensuously across quivering thighs and Chloe gasped as her dearly desired wife’s tongue paid a visit to her waiting cunt.

Chloe’s fingers had leisurely dawdled towards her clit, but Jenn stopped her. Jenn lifted up Chloe’s hands and pointed up above Chloe’s head. The young bride took the hint and put her arms above her head and kept them there. Jenn took control of the hot, wet, pussy that laid open before her. She attacked the clean shaven snatch like a starving woman seated at a five star restaurant. She pressed her face against Chloe and dug her tongue inside to feast on the guava flavored nectar within. Chloe was no longer biting a pillow and expressed herself loudly.

“Oh, shit, Sweetie! Yes! Oh, God, yes! Oh, I love how you tongue fuck me!”

Jenn’s head vanished and reappeared repeatedly in Chloe’s field of vision as she bobbed her tongue deeper and deeper into the redhead’s snatch. Chloe lost sight of Jenn completely as her head fell back and refused to lift up to see what her dark haired wife was doing to her. Chloe was tempted to move her hands but remembered and left them where Jenn had directed her. Chloe felt heat emanating from somewhere within her core. It started as a red flame inside of her and then burned white hot. Waves of this intense heat shimmered along her limbs. Her toes clenched hard. Chloe’s back arched violently. She was in a bridge position supported by her heels and her head. Jenn had followed her and continued to pleasure her. Chloe’s eyes rolled up into her skull. She felt her pent up orgasm’s release before she was enveloped in a velvety darkness.

Jenn smiled when her gorgeous wife passed out. Jenn removed the few articles of clothing she still had on and spooned her beloved Chloe. When Chloe began to stir, Jenn gently kissed her cheek.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh. How… How did you get behind me…? Did I black out?”

“Yes, you did, gorgeous,” said Jenn in her ear. “Are you ok?”

“Oh, Sweetie,” Chloe said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Jenn said with a smile Chloe could feel. “It was pretty fucking cool, actually. I took it as a sign that you enjoyed what I did.”

“Well, that’s an understatement,” said Chloe. “Come here.” Chloe turned to face Jenn and turned Jenn on to her back. The lovely ginger climbed onto her spouse and kissed her passionately. She moved her legs to accommodate Jenn’s position and rubbed her body against that of her wife. Nipples rubbed nipples. Tummies met. Thigh caressed thigh. Chloe aimed her pussy and rubbed herself briskly against Jenn’s sex.

Jenn moaned and gasped in time with Chloe’s movements. Chloe’s skin was a delightful mix of warm and cool. Jenn could feel the heat radiating from her tempered by the coolness of her nipples. Chloe was rubbing their bodies together in a gentle but stimulating tempo.

Chloe kissed Jenn with an open mouth and then pulled away. She did this several times. When Jenn got used to the rhythm and matched it, Chloe used the opportunity to stick her tongue in Jenn’s mouth. The sexy redhead swirled her tongue around and explored her true love’s mouth. Their tongues began a slow and intimate dance as Chloe picked up the tempo of her body rubbing. They moaned in each other’s mouths. Sweat dotted Chloe’s forehead as she picked up her pace. She grasped the headboard and used it for leverage.

Jenn saw the effort her bride was putting into tribbing with her and cooed contentedly. She knew this was an act of love. She braced herself and let Chloe do the work. When Chloe dragged her clit against one particular spot, Jenn’s eyes opened wide and she gasped. Chloe recognized those signs and tried to duplicate the action. When she got another gasp in the exchange, she got herself into a rhythm and rubbed that spot mercilessly. Jenn became very warm. Her breathing became rapid and shallow. Her tits wobbled with each of Chloe’s thrusts. Jenn’s head tilted back and she rolled her eyes. Suddenly, Chloe felt like she was riding a bull. Jenn thrashed all over the bed. Chloe pulled Jenn’s hair hard in an attempt to balance herself. Jenn loved the sensation and bucked harder. An evil grin grew on Chloe’s face before she sucked hard on Jenn’s earlobe as she did her best to keep her clit rubbing Jenn’s.

Jenn let out what sounded like a viking’s yawp before she squirted. Chloe slowed down her onslaught on her mate and let the poor young woman recover. As they settled back to some semblance of normalcy, the newlyweds stared in each other’s eyes.

“I love you,” panted Jenn.

“I know,” replied a straight-faced Chloe.

“Oh, fuck you, Han Solo.”

“I think we covered that,” Chloe said with a grin. “Oh, take a joke, Sweetie. You know I love everything about you.”

“It’s still nice to hear, Baby,” said Jenn lovingly and they settled into gentle kisses.


Holly knew that Liz was naked under the sheet she’d wrapped herself in. What she didn’t expect was a naked woman handcuffed to the bed.

“Who’s this?” the naked woman handcuffed to the bed asked.

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” said Liz as she ran her fingers through her spiky mahogany colored hair. “Um, Holly, this is my new pet, Rae Militello. She’s a police woman. She hit on me during the reception. Pet, this is my dear friend, Mistress Holly. You are to treat her as well as you would treat me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Elizabeth,” said Patrolwoman Militello.

“Uhhhh, should I go?” Holly asked, feeling very much like a fifth wheel.

“Fuck no, you shouldn’t,” said Liz as she let the sheet fall to the floor. “I promised you that I wouldn’t try to be your lover but I would always be your friend. Nothing has changed. My pet never made any promises to you and she makes a wonderful intermediary.” Liz gave a little smile. She would have so much fun pleasuring her pet and allowing her pet to pleasure Holly in the same way. It was a fun way to keep and break the promise not to be Holly’s lover at the same time.

“What do you mean?” Holly asked dimly. She looked at Liz’s naked body. Liz was muscular but not ridiculously so. Her tattoos were artful but not girly. On Liz’s back, starting at her shoulder blades and going all the way down to the backs of her thighs, were an incredible set of angel wings. They took up her whole back and wrapped around her sides slightly. The interesting thing about the wings was that the feathers were colored in. They cascaded down in a rainbow effect. On Liz’s right upper arm was a tattoo that appeared to be a stain glass window. The object in the window was not religious. It was, instead, an armored hand holding a sword. She looked amazing. She walked away from Holly and picked something small off the bedside table.

“Pet, how horny are you?” Liz asked Rae as she used the key she’s just picked up to unlock the cuffs.

“Very horny, Mistress Elizabeth.” Rae looked at Mistress Holly. She could see where this was going. She dared not smile for fear of Mistress Elizabeth not offering the other mistress as a way of punishing her for anticipating. Rae had already been cautioned for pulling down her panties before being told to do so. Rae loved pleasuring two mistresses at once. She hadn’t had an opportunity to do so since Jenn and Chloe had their way with her in the hospital. She looked at Mistress Holly again and could already imagine how she would look naked.

“I thought so,” said Liz with a smile. “Did I tell you how beautiful your body is, Pet?”

“Yes, Mistress Elizabeth. Thank you.”

“Pet, I want you to slowly undress Mistress Holly and let her know how beautiful she is,” Liz said calmly. Liz was fairly certain the word “slow” was not in her new pet’s vocabulary.

“What?!?” asked Holly in disbelief. She couldn’t believe her ears. Holly’s first reaction was one of repulsion. How could her friend sic a total stranger on her like that? Moments later, before her first instinct had a chance to fade, she thought about it. Liz was offering her something she couldn’t ask Liz for. It really didn’t matter that she wouldn’t have asked for it in the first place.

“Judge,” Liz said in an almost conspiratory tone, “I can see when a woman really needs to be fucked. Shut up and let my pet fuck you. Pet, did you hear what I told you?”

Holly smiled and nodded in agreement. She would shut up and get fucked. Liz was right. She did need it. As much as her lawyer side would love to argue about it, her judge side knew a good deal when it was being offered.

“Yes, Mistress Elizabeth,” Rae answered her new mistress.

Liz smiled and said, “Go get her, my pet.”

“Thank you, Mistress Elizabeth.”

Rae walked slowly up to Holly. Holly had taken a step back but quickly ran out of space to move. Rae removed Holly’s judge robe from her arm, folded it and laid it over the back of a chair that was not far away from them. She took Holly by both hands and led her closer to the chair. Rae ran her fingers through Holly’s hair and the platinum blonde judge moaned softly. Rae put Holly’s purse on the seat of the chair. Holly’s jacket was next. Once it was neatly folded and placed on the chair, Rae hugged Holly. Holly stood stiffly at first. Soon after she relaxed into the hug from the naked brunette, she felt the zipper of her dress being lowered. This tall police woman was really going to strip her naked. The blue dress fell in a gentle motion to the floor. Rae helped Holly step out of it.

Rae massaged Holly’s lovely breasts through her bra. The two women kissed as Rae’s fingers ran slowly up and down Holly’s back. Rae then slid her hands forward to again caress through the soft cup of the lacy white bra. Holly ran her hands along Rae’s arms never rubbing lower than the elbows. Rae leaned forward to kiss the tops of Holly’s breasts while her fingers retreated to the back to unclasp Holly’s bra. Holly put her left hand on Rae’s right shoulder and slid the fingers of her right hand through Rae’s long brown hair. Holly raised her hands in the “I surrender” gesture as the clasps on her bra came undone. The bra was pulled off her arms and dropped at her feet.

Rae held Holly’s left tit and sucked gently on the nipple. Holly let out the deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Rae’s soft lips pulled excruciatingly slowly off the left nipple, letting it snap back into place, and moved to the right tit. Holly and Liz moaned at the same time. Liz was watching from the edge of the bed. She rubbed her own breasts and clit. Rae looked up at Holly as she sucked on the right nipple. She massaged both of the blonde’s tits as her hot mouth went back and forth from nipple to nipple. Holly let out a series of soft moans.

Her hands were hung awkwardly at her sides. She didn’t want to do anything to interfere with the magic Rae was working on her flesh.

Rae would suck and then lick each nipple as she went from one to the other. Her hands slid slowly from Holly’s tits to her back and then her ass. Her fingers traced inside the waistband of the lacy white panties. Rae bent Holly over the arm of the comfortable chair and let her fingertips explore the sweet ass through the panties.

“I love these panties on you, Mistress Holly.”

“I guess you’d like them better if they were off, though, huh?” Holly asked with a smile in her voice.

“Yes, Mistress Holly.”

Rae slowly peeled the panties off the plump yet firm ass. She slid them all the way down and helped Holly as she stepped out of them. Rae gently pushed Holly’s leg apart with one hand as the fingertips of the other glided gracefully over the flesh of the vulnerable ass. Rae squatted down. She licked and kissed Holly’s pussy. Holly froze. She suddenly remembered this was a stranger. The massaging fingers that her suddenly gracing her buns and Rae’s tongue’s soft treatment of her labia pulled another string of throaty moans from Holly and her muscles slowly relaxed. Two hands caressed the soft cheeks happily as a darting tongue flicked all around the clit.

Liz walked like a panther stalking her prey over to Rae and gave her ass a loud slap.

Although her fingers continued to massage Holly’s ass, Rae removed her tongue, raised her head and said, “Thank you, Mistress Elizabeth.” Rae readjusted her hands on Holly’s cheeks and leaned in to better lick her pussy, Holly gasped moaned and sighed.

Liz asked, “Does she taste good, Pet?”

Rae lifted her head and said, “Yes, Mistress Elizabeth.”

“Show me.”

“Yes, Mistress Elizabeth.” Rae licked Holly deeply which raised the volume of the noises the hot judge was making. Rae turned to her mistress and Liz sucked hard on her pet’s tongue.

“Mmmmm,” said Liz. “Delicious!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” asked Holly.

“Hey, I promised I wouldn’t try to fuck you. I never promised I wouldn’t try to find out what you taste like…” said Liz with a devilish smile. Liz moved Rae so that her head was still by Holly’s ass and pussy but her own ass was high in the air. “Pet, I want you to do as I do.”

“Yes, Mistress Elizabeth.”

Liz quickly rubbed her fingers up and down on Rae’s pussy. Rae, in turn, did the same to Holly. Rae and Holly moaned in harmony. Liz removed her hand so she could lick and suck on Rae’s outer labia. The volume increased as the harmony went up a third. After several fun minutes of sucking and licking, Liz opened Rae’s outer labia with her fingers and licked on the inner lips. Rae’s moans were muffled and Holly was calling out inarticulate sounds at that point. Liz trapped one of Rae’s inner labia with her teeth and gave it a tug. The muffled shout of “OH!” was soon echoed by Holly saying it clearly.

This was a new situation for Rae. She felt like she was being a dom and a sub at the same time. She loved the attention she received from Mistress Elizabeth and also enjoyed bringing pleasure to Mistress Holly. She moaned into Holly’s pussy as Liz began a tongue fucking blitz on her which she quickly copied for her other mistress.

Liz loved hearing them both making noise at the same time. She could only imagine how wet she was. Liz lost herself for a moment and slapped Rae’s ass hard. She was absolutely astounded when she heard the echoing slap two seconds later.

“Ohhhhhh, shit!” yelled Holly, as she pressed her face into the seat of the comfortable chair. “Spank her again, Liz! Harder!” Holly couldn’t believe how turned on she was. She knew Rae was simply acting out what was being done to her. There was something incredibly sexy about that. She imagined all the things that Liz could possibly do to Rae in this room that would then be done to her. She was panting with excitement as she heard a spank and then felt and heard its twin. Holly moaned with the gasp that Rae breathed into her vag as another smacking sound issued from behind her and then she yelped once it was her turn.

Holly didn’t hear anything but felt Rae breathe hot air hard on her sex. Soon thereafter, Rae was pulling Holly’s hair like a horse’s reins. She had forgotten how good it felt to have her hair pulled just right. There was a slurping sound behind her followed by Rae’s stabbing tongue pushing through to her heat. Rae, very abruptly, stopped touching Holly. Holly whimpered in frustration. Then she heard Liz’s voice.

“Pet, bring her to the bed.”

“Yes, please!” two voices said at once and one voice then said, “Mistress Elizabeth.”

Holly went willingly to the bed but her legs were not cooperating. She was feeling some paraesthesia from laying over the chair arm for so long. Rae held her up as they walked. Holly took note of how strong the young woman was. After some orders by Liz, Holly was laid down on her back. Her head was in the top right corner of the bed and she was laid diagonally. Rae crawled onto the bed on all fours and threw Holly’s legs over her shoulders. Holly laid there with her heels resting on Rae’s back. Liz laid on her back between Rae’s legs and pulled her pet’s hips down slightly. Liz ate Rae and Holly reaped the benefits. Soon fingers became involved and Holly felt two digits spreading apart inside her. It occurred to her that Liz was fucking her without fucking her. She thought it was a very sweet and sexy gesture. It was a terrific way to eat her cake and have it, too.

Liz shouted, “Oh, shit! I totally forgot!” She walked away. Rae and Holly were left panting. There was the sound of a zipper and fabrics being moved around. Liz called out, “Ah ha!” in a cheerful voice, which was soon followed by the sounds of her return.

Liz was holding something behind her back and Holly couldn’t tell what it was. She certainly had no idea that Liz was holding more than one something. There was a kind of wet sound and Rae cooing. Holly waited to feel for herself what was happening to Rae but felt nothing. She looked up and saw Rae being fitted with a harness that carried a huge dildo. Once Liz’s hands were free, the wet sound returned. She was violently fingering herself and Rae. Liz then stuffed herself with something and turned to reveal a fairly large blue jelly dong. It was obviously dual ended and the other end was then inserted slowly into Rae. The harness Rae wore left her pussy open for the blue artificial cock to impale her. Rae was put in position so that the dildo she was brandishing was pushing at Holly’s labia.

Holly heard Rae gasp and then felt her pussy being invaded. She dug her heels into Rae’s back. Holly was being pumped hard. She heard the spank Rae got before feeling her own. All three of the women were loudly moaning and gasping. The thrusts became harder and faster.

Rae was the first to succumb to the intense pleasure. Her body convulsed wildly and both of her mistresses felt the impact of it. It was impossible to tell whether it was Liz or Holly who felt her orgasm next. Both women were suddenly screaming in delight and riding waves nearly as intense as those assaulting their pet. Rae collapsed on Holly, ripping the blue cock out of herself and stabbing Holly with the strap-on. Holly bucked in a corybantic manner as the fake dick filled her and stayed there. Liz groaned as she pulled the other end of the huge double headed phallus out of herself. She dropped it on the carpet and rushed over to help Rae and Holly.

Holly was smothering Rae in kisses as Liz gently rolled Rae off of her. Holly collapsed flat on the bed.

“Oh, thank you,” she said finally. “Thank you, both of you.”

“You’re welcome, Mistress Holly. It is my pleasure to be of service.”

“Why are you thanking me?” Liz asked with a sexy smile. “I didn’t touch you…”

“Thank you for sharing.”

“Anything for a friend.”


All of the guests were gone or settled in their rooms. Marie pulled Jayne into a passionate kiss. When they broke, she gave the same kiss and embrace to Frank who gave it back to Jayne after he broke with Marie. This had become their customary “The night is over, let’s lock up the house” kiss.

“So what did you and Holly talk about?” asked Frank.

“Oh, I wanted to know if there was a legal way for the three of us to get married…” Marie left it at that and her words hung heavily in the air.

“Well?” Jayne asked once she reached her threshold of anticipation. “Is there?”

“No and yes. I’ll tell you both all about it in bed.”

When they got upstairs, and Marie regaled them with her earlier conversation, Frank was dumbstruck. He couldn’t believe how excited he was by this idea. He could admit to himself that he loved both of these women. He just never would have had the idea of marrying them. All thoughts of marriage had gone out of his head once he started sharing these gorgeous women. He put his hand on top of Marie’s.

“So, what do we all think?” he asked. “Should we start the paperwork to change Jayne’s name and form a corporation?”

“I’m in,” said Jayne simply. She was amazed that anyone would go to so much trouble for her. She loved Marie and Frank. She smiled as she thought about how hard she’d tried to bury her feelings for both of them only to find those feelings reflected back. “I have one question, though. Why can’t we have a wedding?”

“It wouldn’t be legal,” replied Marie somberly. She would have loved a public wedding.

“Legal schmegal,” retorted Jayne. “There were same sex wedding ceremonies years before they were legal…”

“What are you saying?” asked Frank.

“For every difficult thing there is to do, somebody’s got to be the first.” Jayne gave each of her lovers a soft kiss. “Ms. Marie, Frank, I love both of you. I have no problems changing my name and becoming Melar, Incorporated, with you. By the same token, I also have no problems renting out an American Legion hall somewhere and having some internet ordained minister pronouncing us wife, husband and wife. It’s a ceremony. It may be no more legal than a fifteen dollar bill, but it would still mean something to me.”

“I love how you call her ‘Ms. Marie’ when you’re trying to be intimate,” said Frank.

“So do I,” said Marie. “Just don’t get it in your head to call me ‘Ms. Ree.’ It sounds too much like ‘misery’ and I would hate that. But, anyway, I’m ok with a rented hall and someone who was ordained online…”

Frank chuckled and said, “I think I can do better than that. Let me just send out a text.” Frank took out his iPhone and his thumbs were a blur. Jayne and Marie were waiting for an explanation but received nothing from their muscular lover. Instead, he took off his tuxedo and hung it in the closet.

“What are you doing?” Jayne asked. Frank could clearly see she was not happy.

“I’m getting ready for bed,” he said, not understanding the anger in her eyes. “I have to fly Jenn and Chloe in the jet in the morning.”

“Who did you text?” asked a somewhat furious Jayne.

“A friend,” came the simple reply.

Jayne was about to take off her shoe and throw it at Frank, but Marie stopped her.

“Relax, Babe,” she said to her curly haired lover. “I know Frank. He won’t give us any details until he thinks there are good enough details to give. He’ll tell us everything eventually. You just have to be patient with him.”

“Yes, Ms. Marie.” Jayne slowly undressed Marie and Marie did likewise. Knowing that he needed his rest, the ladies decided to do all the work before going to bed. Jayne sat on Frank’s face and wiggled while Marie rode his cock cowgirl.

Marie adored sharing her lovers like this. She no longer enjoyed doggy style because she felt a lack of control. She loved to fuck and peg Jayne and Frank, respectively, in doggy but preferred not to be the one on all fours. She had also come to prefer cowgirl to reverse cowgirl. For one thing, Frank’s dick popped out of her less often in cowgirl and, for another, she could make out with and fondle Jayne as they received pleasure from Frank.

Jayne and Frank also loved this position. This evening wasn’t about wild screaming orgasms. This was about pleasuring each other and staying connected before going to sleep. Jayne thought it was such an old married couple thing to have that kind of gentle love making and she thought that was perfect.


On November 1st, just before noon, Marie got a text from Frank saying he had safely landed in San Juan with the newlyweds. He said he would stay there overnight and fly back the next day. She and Jayne spent the afternoon on the beach before their usual ride.


On the way down to Puerto Rico, Frank asked the newlyweds for help. They promised to give it and that was the real reason Frank stayed on the island as long as he did. After Jenn and Chloe helped him achieve his mission, he flew back north. He called Marie from the airfield when James picked him up.

“I have reservations for three at 7pm at the Topping Rose House. You and Jayne should dress accordingly.”

Marie’s curiosity was piqued. Surely, there was no reason to go to a 5 star restaurant when they could have a better meal at home. Nevertheless, she and Jayne dressed up for the occasion. Jayne wore a royal blue dress with a mermaid shape and a sweetheart neckline. It was floor length and had tasteful starburst designs in silver sequins. Marie’s red dress was asymmetric in design. It was a one-shoulder full length taffeta dress that had a gentle mermaid shape which then flared off towards the hem. The taffeta was gently pleated at the bust and strap. Beads and bronze sequins decorated under the bust and diagonally across the skirt. Both women chose to wear diaphanous wraps and three inch heels. They took Marie’s stretch limousine to the restaurant with Jayne driving. James was given the night off once they arrived and he took the stretch back to Tarabella, giving the keys to the usual car to Jayne. Jayne complimented Frank on how good he looked in Armani.

Marie got a little suspicious when they were seated out of sight of the other diners. They had section of the restaurant all to themselves. After their dinner orders were taken, Marie was about to ask why they were getting this treatment. However, Frank stood up before she got a chance to inquire. He stepped so that he was standing between his lovers. He went down on one knee and produced two ring boxes.

“Marie, Jayne, I had no idea what love was before the three of us got together. I’ve always felt there was something missing from my life. Now I feel like I’m part of something very special. What was missing was each of you. I’ve been texting my friend who is a Presbyterian Pastor. She’s made arrangements for us to have Bridgehampton Presbyterian Church all to ourselves on the first Saturday in December. I would very much like to marry both of you then. I know church weddings are important to Marie and I think you both deserve the experience. Will you marry me?”

The teal box with a white ribbon, which he handed to Marie, contained a black velvet box. Inside the second box was a classic Tiffany diamond engagement ring. Frank knew that Marie could afford a building full of Tiffany rings if she really wanted to make such a purchase. She would understand what this ring meant and how he felt about her. Jayne was given a blue box which held a large round cut diamond in a 14 karat white gold knotted V shaped ring. This ring was, on the surface, far less valuable than Marie’s but that was the point. Jayne didn’t care about money. What she cared about were emotions. Frank knew this. He selected a ring for her that was as brilliant and original as she. She treasured the ring the moment she saw how perfectly it fit on her finger. Jayne was impressed that he thought enough to get them unique rings and said so.

“That’s true,” said Marie. “That was very thoughtful of you. I love mine. Oh. ‘Yes,’ by the way.”

“Hell yes,” said Jayne. “It was my idea.”

“No,” corrected Frank, “your idea was an American Legion with an internet geek who printed off his clergy certificate on an HP. I’m giving you a large church just down the road from here and a fully ordained Pastor.” He stood up and kissed each of his fiancés.

Dinner was a lavish affair. The salads alone were twenty dollars. Jayne had the roasted fluke with risotto. Marie had monkfish with wheat berries, walnuts, cauliflower and prosciutto. Frank’s dinner was roasted chicken and sausage with buttermilk spaetzle, cabbage and black truffles. The trio were happy to trade bites with each other. Marie and Jayne consumed champagne and chatted merrily. Frank had one glass and switched to ginger ale. He would be driving them home. There was a happiness in Marie’s heart she hadn’t known in almost three years.

“Mmmm,” she said, swallowing a bite of monkfish, “can we get a wedding together in just over a month?”

Frank smiled and said, “Jenn and Chloe will be helping out when I bring them back from San Juan. Which reminds me, I need to text them that you both said yes.”

“Do it when we get home,” said Marie. “Let’s just enjoy the moment.” There was laughter in the air and the happy sounds of people enjoying their food.

That night, after Frank sent his text and Chloe replied with a smiley face and eight exclamation points, the trio retired to bed. Marie laid on her back. She shared the purple beast with Jayne, who lovingly rode her. Frank squatted over Marie’s face so that she could kiss his cock, suck his balls, then lick and tongue fuck his ass. He and Jayne kissed and touched each other all over. It was a quiet celebration filled with love.


Chloe and Jenn had a wonderful time in San Juan. They did all the touristy things. They took scuba diving lessons. They visited the Devil’s Tower at Castillo de San Cristobal in Old San Juan. They tanned out by their hotel’s pool. They kissed and rubbed each other’s pussies at night. They loved that no one stared at two women walking through Isla Verde Park while holding hands. It was bittersweet when the day arrived to meet Frank at the airport. On one hand, they were happy that one of Marie’s wedding gifts to them was their room at Tarabella for as long as they wanted it. On the other hand, there was a very fast paced and busy world waiting for them when they got back. They had enjoyed the pace of San Juan. As energetic as the people were, it was slow and relaxing compared to New York City.

It took the newlyweds a few days to settle back into their usual routine of classes.


On the Wednesday after their return, Jenn had her therapy session with Kevin.

Marie had gone in with Jenn but had James drop her off at her parent’s house before Jenn’s session. James pulled away as Marie used her key to get in the house. She called out, “Hello?”, but did not get a response. She heard a repetitive noise coming from the Dining Room and followed the sound. When Marie entered the room, she saw her parents. They were both naked and they were not alone. Tied to the dinner table was a young naked woman with long black hair, mocha skin, and a ball gag with harness. Marie’s father was fucking the woman and Marie’s mother was sucking one of the woman’s tits and slapping the other.

“Oh my God!” said Marie. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!”

“Oh, hi, Pumpkin,” said Harry as he continued fucking the young woman on the table. “We didn’t hear you come in. Have you met Annie?”

The young woman mumbled something that was probably, “Hello,” in singsong through the gag.

“Pleasure to meet you,” said Marie.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” said Catherine. She stopped slapping and sucking Annie and looked at Marie’s shocked face. “Are you ok? I’m guessing Jennifer never told you about this…”

“Jenn knows about this?”

“That little monkey,” said Harry, still fucking Annie. “She caught us when she was about twelve…”

“You’ve been fucking Annie since I was seventeen?”

“No, dear, not Annie,” explained Catherine. “She’s only been with us for about ten months. Jennifer caught us with Mrs. Baxter from next door.”

“You were fucking Old Widow Baxter?” Marie was incredulous.

“We still do,” said Harry. “And she wasn’t old at the time.” Harry was still fucking Annie.

“Dad! Could you please stop that, cover up and talk to me?” Marie wasn’t entirely sure what was bothering her most. It would have been traumatic enough to walk in on her parents having sex. This wasn’t that. They were having sex with someone else. It was obviously consensual, so it didn’t set off an anxiety attack. It was… It just wasn’t right that they were so casual about fucking this stranger in front of their daughter. It was probably the surreal nature of the episode that kept Marie as calm as she was. It was too bizarre to be real to her.

“I’m sorry, Pumpkin, but I can’t. We only have Annie for ten more minutes. She has a late afternoon class today.”

“Oh my God,” said Marie. “I can’t believe this.”

“See here, young lady,” Catherine barked suddenly. “There is nothing wrong with what you are seeing. This is a beautiful act of trust between three consenting adults. If you are lucky, someday you might find something so beautiful.”

“I did. I have,” said Marie. “Ok, I’m more than a little shocked here. I wasn’t expecting this, but I’d be a hypocrite if I said anything against it. I actually came here to tell you that I’m engaged to my two lovers right now. A man and a woman.”

“Congratulations, Sweetheart!” cheered Catherine. “Is it anyone we know?”

“Um, you know Frank…”

“Frank?” asked Harry. “You mean Trent’s kid brother?”

“Um, yes. That would be he,” said Marie.

“Oh, that’s so nice,” said Catherine. “That boy cares so much about you. We could tell when we saw how he looked at you at Jennifer and Chloe’s wedding. Now who’s the woman?”

“She’s… uh… She’s, um, the Chief of Staff of my estate…”

“Is she the one who caught Chloe’s bouquet?” asked Catherine.

“Uhhh, yes. That is she,” Marie replied.

“Oh, she’s lovely, dear. She has such amazing tits,” said Catherine. “What’s her name again?”

“Jayne Munroe,” answered Marie, “but she’s going to change it to Melar.”

“I’m glad she’s not a plain Jane,” said Harry.

“Well, it’s Jayne with a ‘y’, so…”

“Oh, isn’t that exotic?” commented Catherine. “What do you do with her?”

“‘Do?’” asked a puzzled Marie.

Catherine asked, “Do you trib her? Do you spank her?”


“Young lady, there is nothing wrong with talking about sex. You get the stick out of your ass right now. We did not raise our daughters to be prudes. Now, what do you do with her?”

“Um, I, uh, tie her up or cuff her to the headboard. I spank her. I trib her. I eat her out. I share a double-sided jelly dong with her. I motorboat her. I fuck her ass with a strap on. I slap her tits. I ride her face. I blindfold her…”

“That sounds like a lot of fun, dear,” Catherine interrupted. “What do you do with Frank?”

“Well, uh, the, uh, the first time I had sex with Frank, I pegged him while he fucked Jayne…”

“Good for you, Pumpkin,” said Harry. “Keep him in his place. That sounds wonderful. How long have you had them?”

“Uhhhhh, um, we, uh, I actually just took them as lovers seven months ago or so…”

“Do they get along well with each other?” asked Catherine.

“Oh, yeah,” said Marie. “They’re great. We balance out very well.”

“Oh, excuse me, Pumpkin. It’s time to untie Annie. We mustn’t make her late for school. There’s nothing more important than education.”

“Would you care for a taste, dear?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s going to take a few minutes to untie her. Your father gets so involved with his knots. She’d love it if you ate her out while we got her loose.”

“Oh,” said Marie. “Oh, wow.” Marie shuffled her feet. “What can I say?”

“You don’t have to say anything, dear. Just suck on her cunt. She tastes like a peach.”

Marie could not believe she was doing it, but she went over to the table and ate out her parents’ submissive as they untied her. To Marie’s astonishment, Annie did taste like peaches. Marie almost expected to have flashbacks of her rape as she tongued and sucked on Annie’s pussy. As consensual as this obviously was, there seemed to be an element of force at play here. Nothing untoward happened when Marie slurped the vagina of her parent’s sub. It was nice. It wasn’t as spectacular as eating out Jayne, but it was pleasant. It was, however, freaky as hell to have her parent’s watching her do this. Still, Marie stayed in the moment and never lost herself. She didn’t see and feel the six men who attacked her. She just saw the lovely young woman she pleasured orally. After Annie was untied, and her gag was removed, she thanked Marie with a kiss.

Annie got dressed and gathered her books. She kissed her masters’ feet and said goodbye. When she opened the door to leave, Marie noticed James pull up in the limousine.

“Oh, I guess I should go,” Marie said. “I have to meet Jenn.” Marie walked up to her mother and kissed her goodbye.”

“Mmmm,” said Catherine. “Don’t forget to brush your teeth, dear. You still taste like Annie.”

“Sorry we fucked with you, Pumpkin,” Harry said. “We just couldn’t help ourselves.”

“I guess it’s ok,” Marie said. “Annie seems nice.”

“No, not about Annie,” Harry explained. “We were fucking with you about not knowing who your fiancés are. Frank was here with the girls the day after the wedding.”

“Why were they here?” asked Marie.

“So Frank could get your father’s and my blessing, of course,” said Catherine.

“Your mother didn’t grill Frank nearly as hard as she had done to Chloe.”

“Well, I didn’t know Chloe at the time. I had to be sure she was really in love with Jennifer….”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” said Marie. “Frank came here to ask for your blessing to marry me?”

“And Jayne,” added Catherine.

“Woah. He told you he’d be marrying both of us?”

“No,” said Harry, “he said the three of you would wed. Jenn and Chloe insisted the three of you were head over heels in love. That was enough for me. I never argue with Chloe. That girl is always right. Your mother needed a little more convincing.”


“Well, he said he hadn’t gotten the rings yet. I told him he needed to get you a ring as special as you were.” Marie showed Catherine the Tiffany. Catherine looked at it and said, “Meh. That’ll do.” She stayed completely straight faced for four whole seconds before she burst out in laughter and hugged Marie tightly. “I’m so glad he knows how wonderful you are.”

“He treats me so well, Mom. He’s so gentle but so strong.”

“That’s very important, dear. How did Jayne do?”

“Well, her ring isn’t as expensive, but it’s amazing to look at.”

“I’m sure she loves it. Thank you so much for visiting us, dear.”

“Let us know if you need anything, Pumpkin.”

“Now that you mention it… Mom, do you think you could give Jayne away like you did for Chloe?”

“I’d be honored.”

Hugs, kisses and another reminder to brush teeth were exchanged. Marie was smiling when James opened the car door for her. He was happy to see her in good spirits. They drove back to Kevin’s office. When she got in the limo, it was obvious that Jenn had been crying.

“Are you ok?” Marie asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Jenn replied as she wiped her eyes and face with a tissue. “I, of all people, should know not to wear mascara to a session. We did a little digging in the dirt today. I’d buried a few things but I’ve got a handle on it now.”

“That’s good. I met Mom and Dad’s friend, Annie.”

“Oops,” said Jenn. “I didn’t think she’d be here this early.”

“She has a late afternoon class on Wednesdays. So…. you caught the folks with Old Widow Baxter?”

“She wasn’t old then,” Jenn said. “Look, I’m sorry I never told you. I just thought you’d rath…”

Marie interrupted Jenn with a crushing hug. “Thank you for helping Frank get their blessing. It means a lot.”

“I knew it would.”


“You’re mine, bitch. You’re all mine. This is what you are now. You’re a hole to stick my dick in.” He slapped his bitch’s ass hard as he pumped his thick cock into the tight hole. He grabbed the bitch’s hips with both hands and thrust deeply. He shot his load in the tight ass and pulled his cock out unceremoniously.

“Scanitinuzzo! What are you doing in there?”

Tony wasn’t used to hearing his last name called out like that, but Axe didn’t call him Gumby anymore. That had been his bitch name. It was clear he was no longer a bitch.

“I’m giving my roommate a bath, Sir. He really needed one.”

Axe glared at him for a moment and said, “He didn’t need a cum bath. Get your ass out of there.” Axe turned to the left and shouted, “Open 43!” When Tony stepped out of the cell, Axe asked his cellmate, “You ok in there, Cuddle Cakes?” The bitch nodded and Axe dragged Tony out of earshot. The bitch remembered the reaming Axe had given him and chose never to complain to him.

“You are the slowest bitch tamer I have ever seen! Why haven’t you traded that bitch for two cartons of Kools yet?”

“I don’t smoke and he’s not tamed, Sir,” replied Tony. “He still thinks he’s a man. He doesn’t know he’s a bitch.”

“So trade him,” Axe said. “That’s part of what makes a bitch feel like property. Make the trade right in front of him. Trade Cuddle Cakes for another bitch and give the other owner any smokes you have left over from other trades. Make him feel worthless compared to the other bitch.”

“That could work. Thank you, Sir.” Axe was about to return Tony to his cell when Tony stopped. “Excuse me, Sir. May I ask a question?”

“What you want to know, Scanz?”

“‘Scans?’” Tony asked.

“Yeah, Scanz with a ‘z’. I’m trying it out as your owner’s name. So, you had a question?”

“Well, Sir, I was wondering if all bitches become owners…”

“Hell, no! You and Trunk were the only two to graduate.”

“‘Graduate?’ Is this a program?” asked Tony.

“Yeah. It’s my program. Ever since my little girl was in high school and getting ready for college, I got worried for her. I read once that 25% of women report being raped or sexually assaulted in college. I also read that only 5 percent of rape victims report it to the police. That means the actual total is probably much higher. Now, what’s a man like me supposed to do with that information? What can any father do? I was angry and I was frustrated and I realized something. I have about half the convicted rapists in New York State walk through my cell block. What if I showed rapists what it felt like? I was fucking crazy, Scanz. I saw these smug mother fuckers walk through here and and thought about my little girl. I tore open this one asshole’s jumpsuit and I fucked the shit out of him. The other guards asked what I was doing and I told them.

“Is it working? I don’t know. Trunk’s going to be paroled soon. I know he’s never going to rape another woman. I know you never will. I don’t know if that’s enough. I just know I was in a position to do something and I fucking did it. The other guards must think it’s worth doing ’cause I never asked them to help me. They just do.”

“Thank you for telling me, Sir. I’ll fuck Cuddle Cakes a few more times today and trade him to Reamer.”

“Aw, shit. That should break that bitch but good,” Axe said.

They walked in silence back to Tony’s cell. Tony’s cellmate was laying on his bunk.

“Open 43!”

Tony entered the cell. He waited for Axe to close it and walk away. Tony yanked Cuddle Cakes off the top bunk and let him drop to the cement floor. He rolled the bitch over and pulled down the jumpsuit that stood between him and Cuddle Cakes’ ass.

“What the fuck, man?” Cuddle Cakes asked. “I thought Axe was gonna punish you.”

“You thought wrong, bitch! I told you. I own your ass and only I can say different. All Axe cares about is that I keep you quiet.” Tony tore Cuddle Cakes’ boxers off his body and stuffed them in the bitch’s mouth. He got on the floor behind his bitch, pried open the ass cheeks and shoved his way in without any preparation. Cuddle Cakes screamed in agony through the underwear gag but the assault was just beginning.

Tony slapped his bitch on the ass and face as he rode Cuddle Cakes hard. Axe had picked this bitch name because the man was so big and needed to be stripped of his masculinity.

“You’re mine, Cuddle Cakes! You’re my fuck hole!” Tony said as he slapped the bitch’s ass repeatedly in a steady rhythm. “You like doing this to girls? Well now you are a little girl and I’m gonna do this to you all the time until I get tired of your ass. Then I’m gonna pass you around to my friends. I’ll bet I don’t even get a carton of smokes for your ass.”

Tony fucked Cuddle Cakes brutally. He slammed the bitch into the floor. His thick cock was too much for the tight ass he savagely stabbed into submission. Cuddle Cakes’ blood acted as a lubricant and Tony fucked him harder and faster. The muffled screams were becoming hoarse as the bitch started to lose his voice from the incessant high-pitched pleas for mercy which only served to inspire Tony to greater heights of brutality. It used to bother Tony that he was so good at raping these men. He realized he’d never be able to do this to a woman again. This was a necessary evil. He was teaching these worthless bastards that no one deserves to be treated like this unless they’ve done it to someone else. Then they deserve every second of it.

Tony pulled his bitch off the floor and fucked him against the toilet. He slammed him against the wall and fucked him there. When Tony had him on the floor again, there was an urgency to his piston like hammering of Cuddle Cakes’ ass. It took him longer, because he’d already come, but Tony managed to fire a small load in his bitch’s ass.

When he was done, he washed his face and his dick and told the bitch to clean himself up. At lunch, Tony got a message to Reamer. Two hours later, in the yard, Reamer traded his bitch for Cuddle Cakes. Right in front of the two bitches, Tony also gave Reamer three cartons of cigarettes and two magazines. Reamer laughed and brought Cuddle Cakes back to his cell. Tony’s new bitch seemed a little smug that he fetched such a high price. When they were back in his cell, Tony slapped his new acquisition.

“You’d better be worth what I paid for you, bitch. Suck my cock. Do it nice.”


Marie had been used to clutter from her sisters on the Dining Room table. She already thought of Chloe as a sister. The clutter was usually textbooks. Recently, it had been bridal magazines. Marie noticed that a week after they returned from Puerto Rico, the clutter was catalogs. These were not the sort of catalogs she would have expected. They were from sperm banks.

“Um, what the hell is on my table now?” she asked Jenn and Chloe, who looked up at the same time.

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